#don’t read this I think I wrote this under a fever dream

[ghostaholics]

𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒘𝒂𝒗𝒆 (𝒉𝒄)

PAIRING: Captain John Price x fem!Reader WARNING(S): [ 18+ ]; unprotected p-in-v sex; shower sex, unintentional temperature play A/N: I see your snowed-in cabin fics and instead raise you to 45˚C/100F+ scenarios with the desperate need to stay cool; inspired by the excessive weather where I live. Honestly idk what this is. Just sweaty Price brain rot.

❝ Always makin’ fun of my boonie hat – not much of a laugh now, is it? ❞

And without saying anything else, he plucks it off his head with one smooth motion before setting it on your own, a rush of heat floods your face at the idea that he's just sacrificed his most treasured protective outwear at your expense.

❝ Looks good, might be better on you than me. ❞

Having to reapply another fresh layer of sunscreen along the thick muscle of his neck, your hands kneading into the sweat-slick skin at his nape – even though you've already wiped at his neck so that it's dry but the sweltering heart keeps generating more beads of perspiration (drip, drip) in the same way the thought of you touching him spawns a fresh gush between your legs, all sticky and messy.

And what makes it even worse is the soft grunts he lets out as your fingertips work on their own accord, finding a knot in between his shoulders and easing the point of tension there with purposeful movements as he relaxes under you, but you start to falter because he's making noises that you really don't want to think too much about before his voice, pitched low and hoarse, startles you out of your thoughts—

❝ Keep at it, love. ❞

Then you're finally done; you tell him so, and you feel some reluctance as you're pulling away because a stupid part of you wants to know what other sounds you can coax out of him. So you adjust the shemagh over his neck back in place and swallow the lump in your throat.

❝ Thank you, ❞ he murmurs, and it's in the same fucking tone he used earlier that turns your breathing shallow and useless.

❝ Anytime. ❞

Then he turns around, eyes smoldering, irises bleeding blue and says—

❝ Don't say that if you're not looking for me to take you up on that offer. ❞

Price fetches some ice cubes. You're not sure where he gets them; you only know that he turns up with a container out of nowhere.

He cups your jaw, angles your head up to expose the column of your throat, cool mouth pressed against your heated flesh, slighty salty with sweat. It's almost overstimulating, the coldness of his lips and the rough scrape of his facial hair against your sensitive skin.

When it melts, he laps up the remaining liquid, flattening his tongue, leaves little nips here and there as he trails over your neck.

The shower in the safehouse is complete and utter shite, not cold enough, lukewarm at best, but it's running water so he can't complain too much about all of its faults as long as it washes away the sticky feeling of being drenched everywhere along his body.

He's peeling off his gear fast, every layer, shucking it off on his way to the bathroom

And while you're still transfixed on his retreating figure, he notices that you don't follow him so he comes back, drags you into the bathroom without saying another word.

He sits you on the counter, starts with sliding your jacket off your shoulder, unlacing your boots, pulling off your top, and once you finally snap out of it, you're helping him speed up the process.

He could fuck you like this, on the counter, or over it with the mirror in front of you. But he doesn't. Maybe later.

Another reason this shower's fucking terrible: it's a small space that can really only accommodate one person, but he'll make it work, god damn it, and he hoists you up, has your legs circling around his waist because space in this cramped stall is both a luxury and a curse.

You tell him to fuck you, not to waste time on foreplay because you've been waiting so long, and he knows, he's just as bad.

❝ I will after, I promise... I fuckin' promise I'll take my time then. ❞

He groans as he pushes into you, feeds you his cock. You're right; you're ready for him, cunt swallowing him whole as he fucks you against the shower tile.

❝ Just too easy, sweetheart. ❞

[kneelingshadowsalome]

The other day I was reading about the “mail-order brides” during the Gold Fever/Gold Rush in USA. Men ordered/purchased a wife via mail, and one of the many reasons some of them did that was because of loneliness, and I couldn’t help but think “yep, that would be König”. Just imagine him living alone in his farm or ranch, he only goes to town once a month to buy essential supplies, hides his face, and barely socializes with folks. But deep inside he is just a lonely man who desires a family, and a woman to call his (and one who can help him with his… needs) But he is socially inept, so he takes the easy route and orders himself a wife, that way he doesn’t have to bother with interacting with other people and gets himself a pretty wife

Oh my god 💞

König wanting to wed and bed her the minute she arrives by train... She thought he would court her for a while before they marry, she thought they would do this decently, that they would get to know each other first, she’d rent an apartment from the small town and then decide if she wanted to live with him…

But he says everything’s settled, he already took care of everything, they’re getting married today and spend their wedding night in the saloon before leaving for his settlement tomorrow.

She’s too bewildered to even speak, so it's no wonder she gets herded to the altar right away, a pretty, meek little bride is just what König ordered! Gets wed to this giant hulking gold digger while still wearing her traveling clothes, the priest only looks drunk and bored as she peeps her vows. The man she's now wed to looks down at her with unbridled affection and curiosity, but soon enough, she catches him eyeing her waistline, her bust, the corset she wears feeling tighter still by his indecent stare.

He's far from a gentleman, and dresses like a weather-worn cowboy, and she suspected as much from the way he wrote and how unpolished his handwriting was. But at least he seems kind. If anything, he's smitten that she’s not some old hag who deceived him by claiming to be an unmarried young lady, that she is everything and more he wished for based on the few letters they exchanged.

The wedding is over in a few minutes, and there’s no coffee and cake, no party under some big tree, no relatives or friends to congratulate her on her wedding day. There’s only this huge, intimidating man who looks at her like she just dropped down from heavens, his eyes slowly sparking aflame with both softness and lust.

He takes her to the saloon to eat, and then she finds herself in a greasy little room upstairs, changing into her white nightgown, getting ready to sleep and only sleep, but her nightmare of a day is not over yet. Her hand flies over her mouth, she nearly screams as she turns around and finds this horrible man of lowly European descent thoroughly naked behind her.

She’s in so much trouble, that much was certain from the minute he saw this man, but seeing his… equipment in the dim candle light of the old saloon is too much after everything she's gone through. She's verily about to faint.

It’s just her luck to dream of adventures and a happy, exciting new life and then find herself thrown into the arms of some barbaric, foreign giant... He said he’s looking for a companion in life and hinted at being a little lonely, but men who wish to court a lady don’t do it like this: by dragging them to the altar and then presenting their cocks to them before even two hours have passed!

The rowdy noise of cancan downstairs is a filthy backdrop to seeing a naked man for the first time in her life, and she never knew male parts could be so... big. Or jumpy. Or leaky... This man is clearly serious about this commitment, and thinks there’s no need to get to know each other, she’s his wife now and they need to consummate the marriage right away.

He’s breathing heavily while grabbing that weeping weapon in his fist, telling her she’s more beautiful than he ever even imagined. He pleasures himself slowly while watching her try to cover herself in her thin, faintly translucent gown, and she still can't find any words – the man is behaving like a scoundrel or a highwayman, not at all like the sharp dressed, eloquent gentlemen she's grown used to in the city. The slick sounds of lewd fapping are accompanied by moans of how she’s the answer to all his prayers, and her hair stands on end, she feels like she’s walking on tar here in the distant frontier with nothing but greedy men and drunken brothel keepers around her, now face to face with a giant, throbbing cock out of all things...

She coldly orders him to sleep on the floor while she takes the bed – she’s not letting this nasty, hairy beast near her anytime soon, not when she still has her wits about her. Defeated when she won’t let him “consummate their love” tonight, the man withdraws to sleep on the floor with a sullen groan and a long sigh.

She never sleeps a wink that night in fear of finding him by her side, groping his way through her dress, but to her surprise this man only snores on the floor as if he's used to sleeping there.

Civilization is far away when he leads her to his shack the next day and shows her the first small specks of gold he has found, apologizing for the state of his abode so unkempt and unclean. She has to give it to him that he's indeed kind and doesn’t want to make her suffer unduly, because the table and the bench are wiped in a hurry before she sits down, as if she’s a queen visiting a humble subject. He makes her a bath next to the fire and washes in the water after her, giving her flirty, promising smiles throughout the whole splashy ordeal.

Before long, the giant cock is presented to her again as the man excitedly waits for permission to take her, telling her he has never seen anything like her, that she makes his heart run wild.

The only thing running wild in her sour opinion is his cock, bouncing up and down from the need to be inside her, nearly leaking seed on the floor she suspects she has to wash and scrub tomorrow anyhow as his wife. Evening after evening, she rejects his advances, but after a week or two, her will breaks.

She tells herself it’s only out of pity that she lets him finally crawl over her and lift her gown, that it’s only to stop the man from spiraling into madness that she allows him to test how nicely that thick, leaky cock glides through her folds.

“You’re wet, Sonnenschein,” he pants with happy excitement when she notices her swollen, sloppy state, then plunges his cock deep into his wet little prize with a filthy moan. He tells her she’s tight and hot, and takes her like she’s some kind of an angelic whore, falls panting all over her breasts when he’s sated and done, says that she’s his salvation and that he’ll do anything to make her feel at home here.

She feels exactly like a desperate mail order bride, lured here with the promise of a good life and gold, but when she starts to wait for him to come home instead of dreading the end of the day, that's when her hell truly begins.

It just won't do to start wanting him, to trick her heart to be content with whatever this is. To enjoy his "love" would be even more shameful than anything else so far. The truth of the matter is that she's tormented by a lustful, wild man who takes her on her knees or on her stomach like an animal while moaning about how tight she is, how soft she is, how he can’t concentrate at work because of her.

But when he groans that he loves her just before he cums, she feels a distant sting near her heart, a burst of a small bonfire somewhere in her gut from his words. Far from romantic, but so authentic and pure they’re ripped out of him with a pathetic, cry-like moan.

And just when her heart is about to turn and grow full with softness, he barges in and takes her standing, needy after work, deciding that she looks far too alluring while stirring the stew over the fire. His sunshine of a wife waiting for him with warm food and a soft little cunt, it's exactly like it was always meant to be in his dreams... He’s kind and attentive, but doesn’t know a thing about ladies and that they’re not supposed to be taken by the fire like this, but the dramatic pout on her lips turns into a helpless grimace before this animal has given her three full thrusts.

And it’s only by accident, she tells herself, that it happens. It’s only a coincidence that she finds herself short of breath and shivering, then crying with pleasure from the way his cock sails inside her, hasty and needy as if she’s nothing but a momentary relief for this man.

But she knows she’s far from that. He always stays after the hurried lovemaking – if you could call it that – swallows and tells her things that are supposed to be sweet, perhaps. He whispers loving nonsense in her ear with a stupid, quivering voice, tells her that she’s so tight he’s about to lose his mind. That she brightens up his life and makes this shack a home, a palace, even. That he wants to give her children and grow old together.

She prays the heavens to save her from such a future, but when she accidentally comes with his cock inside her, the man breaks down entirely. Repeats the awful, pathetic “I love you” until he comes, too, and sounds like a man who's getting his sould ripped apart from his bones. It’s sinful lunacy what he’s doing to her in that shack, and dares to sprinkle it with love out of all things, and she doesn’t know if she hates him, or if she loves him too.

Annulling this marriage is nearly impossible, and the sooner he gets her pregnant, the sooner she’s even more trapped, just like the poor rabbits this man lures into the snares placed around the shack. He spends every little speck of gold to buy her silks, satins and gowns, proper woolen scarves and soft little leather shoes, gives her a gentle kiss every morning before he leaves to wash gold. Every evening after meal, he praises her cooking skills and then takes her on the creaking old bed like she's a common whore. The silly, girlish dreams of being whisked away by a mysterious, romantic gentleman are somewhere far away when this giant spills his seed inside her with a thick, arduous groan, then proceeds to cover her in kisses too sweaty and hot.

“I know you don’t love me,” he whispers between the one-sided sucking and nibbling that’s about to make her cry. “But I will make you happy... I swear it, on my life.”

She can only stare at the ceiling, filled with the dancing flames of the fire as he falls asleep with his cock still inside her, the soft snore on her breasts both happy and sad.

[iwillneverforgiveyousunghanbin]

airpods

read part two (posted 4/28/24) here!!! wc: 2k reader: femme!afab (matt calls reader a "bad girl", reader is wearing a denim skirt) warnings: smut 18+; MINORS DNI!!! -- specific warnings under the cut -- also a really bonkers scenario; funny & angst -- stepcest -- inserting foreign objects -- slighttttt dub-conn-ish summary: (y/n) will only give rivalnewstepbrother!matthew his airpods back if he promises to play a little game with them

ੈ✩‧₊˚ this is a doozy lmao. pretty iconic tho if i do say so myself. i take literally no responsibility for it even tho i am 100% responsible for it. basically just wrote itself while i was in a fever dream-like state so pls enjoy. i think it needs a sequel personally but lemme know what you think!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

warnings: 18+ explicit smut, stepcest, insertion of foreign object into genitals (reader), kind of dub-conny, lots of taunting teasing and degradation from both characters, fingering (reader receiving), oral sex (female receiving), orgasm denial, hints of dom!matt and dom!reader and also sub!matt and sub!reader we really cover the bases and lay some groundwork lmao, lots of swearing and i used the word vagina once it was for something funny not for smut but people can still be triggered by that word so! you are warned.

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“matty, what the actual f*ck are you doing?” you ask as the sight of your dumbass step brother admiring his shirtless reflection in the mirror assaults your eyes.

ever since you met matthew a year and a half ago, every holiday had been ruined by your family constantly comparing you to him. why couldn’t you be more like matt? he’s so passionate and hardworking towards his craft and you’re a waitress at a bar. and not a classy one.

though you don’t see him all that much, you have to share the house with him when he comes home to visit. this particular visit, you and matthew have the house to yourselves for the night— your parents having left this morning for a little new year’s getaway.

matthew’s flexing his (admittedly defined) triceps and dancing around a bit— headphones covering his ears. but when he sees your reflection staring back at him in his bedroom mirror, he jumps in horror.

“WHY ARE YOU WATCHING ME!?” he shouts, tearing off his headphones and sprinting across the room to slam the door in your face. “stalker.”

“freak,” you reply childishly, stepping back out of the doorframe to avoid a broken nose. once the door is shut, you knock sweetly.

tap, tap. tap, tap.

matthew opens it, cheeks as red (and canadian) as a pair of macintosh apples. “what do you want?”

“well, i was going to give you back your airpods that i stole yesterday so you didn’t have to wear those clunky headphones anymore, but,” you shake the airpods case in front of you teasingly before placing it back in the pocket of your denim skirt, “i don’t really wanna give them to you anymore after how rude you just were.”

“you—… you stole my airpods!?” matthew exclaims. “i’ve been looking everywhere for them!” 

you shrug. “i guess not everywhere.”

“ugh, you can be such a b—,” matthew starts to curse, but he stops; a little conflicted pout forming on his plush lips. “a b—…”

“you can’t even f*cking say it, can you?” you taunt, pushing matthew’s door open a little further and taking a step inside. “too much of a marshmallow to even swear at me. afraid of hurting my feelings or something, matty?”

“as i’ve said many times before, just matt is fine,” he spits, brows furrowing in frustration. “and i’m not a marshmallow. and, frankly, i don’t give a… shit… about your feelings!”

“cute,” you mock, inching closer to him. your eyes wander down to his torso, a six-pack of well-fed abs staring back at you. “what is it with all the muscles anyway? you think they’ll distract girls from seeing how much of a dumpling you really are?”

“i’m not a dumpling,” matthew huffs through gritted teeth. “and it’s none of your business.”

you consider this for a moment and then nod. “you’re right. it’s none of my business.”

“really? that was easier than—”

“but if it was my business,” you continue, stealing another glance at his chest. your eyes trail down further— waistband of his calvin klein boxers peaking out from his jeans. you hate to admit it, but he’s kind of hot. maybe that wasn’t an entirely appropriate thought to be having about your lameass new step brother, but it was unfortunately the truth. “i’d tell you it isn’t working. not bad to look at though.”

you turn on your heel, starting to walk back out the door when matthew calls, “hey, what about my airpods!?”

“what airpods?” you reply innocently before a smirk darkens your features. you pull the case out of the pocket of your skirt again and wave it in front of him enticingly. “oh, these?”

matthew tries to grab them out of your hand, but you’re too quick— the earbuds back safely in your pocket before he can steal them. his jaw sets, eyes ripe with anger as he pushes the door shut behind you. he inches forward, effectively trapping you between him and the door. “give them the fuck back, you insufferable bitch.”

a wave of desire rushes over you. there’s just something about driving a nice boy over the edge that really does it for you.

and matthew was the nicest of nice boys— and because of that, a giant pain in your ass. but hearing him talk like that as he corners you in; hovering only a couple inches from your face…

“oh—… i—… uh… sorry,” he stutters as he realizes how close he is to you, backing up and stuffing his hands in his pockets. matthew blushes again as he looks away from you nervously. 

he’s resumed his dumpling form, but the glimpse of potential lurking underneath was enough to make you want to see more. 

“fine, you can have your airpods back,” you relent with a sigh. “if…”

“if?” he asks, brow raised.

“if you can find where i hide them,” you finish with a proud smile.

“i’m not gonna play that game,” matthew replies with a frown. “besides, this house is huge! you’re gonna make me tear the whole thing up to find something that small? no way.”

“that’s too bad,” you say, shaking your head. “i guess they’re mine now.”

matthew groans. “at least make the playing field more reasonable.”

you tilt your head to the side, a devious plan entering your mind. “i think i can work with that.”

matthew sighs. “i can’t believe i’m entertaining this... but where are you thinking?”

“me,” you answer. “i’m thinking you can search me.”

“like, you’re gonna hide it on your person,” matthew clarifies, ears burning red. “like, in one of your pockets?”

“yeah, exactly,” you hum happily. “my pocket.”

matthew swallows nervously, purposefully avoiding your gaze. “that sounds too easy. there has to be a catch.”

“no catch. it’ll be in my pocket,” you confirm, extending your hand to him. “you just have to find the right one.”

matthew blinks at you, then at your hand. after a moment, he takes it in his own and shakes it. “fine. deal.”

“i’ll be back in a minute then,” you say, throwing open the door and running off to hide the airpods in one of your pockets. 

—

“okay, so it’s not in your hoodie pockets,” matthew deduces after reaching a tentative hand in each one and coming up empty. “that means it’s in one of these pockets?”

you smile at him encouragingly as he blinks nervously at you, gesturing to your denim skirt. 

“why are you making me do this?” matthew laments dramatically. “aren’t you, like… uncomfortable with me touching you and stuff?”

“not at all,” you reply with a smirk. “i do get a lot of enjoyment out of making you uncomfortable though.”

“so i gathered,” he says, starting to reach for one of your back pockets. “is it okay if i—.”

“just do it already,” you interject, rolling your eyes.

“okay, okay,” matthew says, reaching his hand down the pocket. “sue me for trying to be a gentleman.”

he pulls out his hand. it’s empty. 

matthew reaches down your other back pocket, again finding nothing.

“should probably check the front,” you offer contentedly. 

“thanks for the hint,” matthew huffs, walking back around to face you. cautiously, he sticks his fingers down your left, front pocket— moving them side to side before removing them. “are you f*cking with me? you didn’t even hide them, did you!?”

his rough tone sends another wave of excitement through you, but you force a little pout. “i can’t believe you think i wouldn’t play by the rules, matty.”

he sticks his fingers unceremoniously in the last pocket, coming up empty yet again. “then where the f*ck are they!?”

you tilt your head cutely, basically euphoric over how much you’re riling him up. “in my pocket.”

“i just looked through all your pockets! they’re not—…” matthew stops yelling, seemingly lost in thought before his eyes widen in total disbelief. “wait… you—… you don’t mean…”

“ding, ding, ding,” you reply with a malicious smirk. “you know, you’re smarter than you look.”

“you—… you put my airpods up your VAGINA!?” matthew yells: confused, horrified and impressed all at the same time.

you shrug. “i’ve had bigger.”

matthew is silent as you walk over to his bed and sit down, spreading your legs just a bit.

“well, the deal’s still on,” you offer, placing your hands behind you and leaning back onto them casually. “if you can find them, they’re yours.”

“you—… you want me to…” matthew stammers, eyes locked on your denim skirt. “to...”

“you don’t have to,” you assert, pulling up your skirt to reveal your bare core to him. his lips part, eyeing your center like it’s the forbidden fruit. and it kind of is. “if you don’t want to.”

“this is ridiculous,” matthew says breathily in a way that tells you that, though this may very well be a ridiculous thing to be happening right now, he’s a bit enticed by it all. he walks toward you, pushing you back a bit further onto the bed with one hand to expose your heat more. “this is absolutely f*cking…”

he kneels down on the hardwood floor between your legs, one hand finding each of your thighs and prying them further apart. he grabs your hips, pulling your naked core closer to his face. you hope he doesn’t notice you clench around his airpods at the man-handling.

matthew swallows hard as he examines every inch of you. scandalized eyes and bottom lip drawn between his teeth, you can basically hear his conflicting, depraved thoughts.

“i really hate you, you know that?” he asks rhetorically, licking his lips as your walls pulse again. he stuffs a finger up you suddenly, pushing it in further and further until he’s tapping on the case of his airpods. “if you’ve been looking for a reason that your whole family likes me better than you, i think both of our searches can end with this.”

the tiniest whimper escapes you at the degradation. it’s exactly what you’d been waiting for. 

matthew looks up at you, knuckle-deep in your pussy. his lips part in shock at the sound. “did you--... did you just...”

“are you going to take it out, or what?” you reply, maintaining your rude, slightly bored disposition.

he looks back at your center, moving his finger to try to hook around the case and wiggle it out of you. it doesn’t budge. he inserts another finger into you, stretching your walls out in hopes that the case might come out with more space.

it stays put.

“it’s not coming out,” matthew says, panic in his eyes. “what did you do, gorilla glue it to your cervix?”

“i didn’t even know you knew that word,” you snort, averting his gaze. “i guess you’ll have to find a way to loosen it then.”

matthew’s eyes bulge. “and how the hell am i supposed to do that!?”

“hm, i dunno,” you muse, locking eyes with him again. “don’t they always say to put butter on your arm to make it slippery if it’s stuck in something?”

“you want me to put butter in your...” matthew trails off as he thinks more about your suggestion. “slippery?”

“yeah,” you reply with a nod, desperately trying to maintain your dominance. “you know, like... wet.”

“wet...” he repeats again, eyes meeting your cunt again. “you want me to make you... oh.”

“just a thought,” you shrug off.

matthew shakes his head quickly. “but, we can’t--... i can’t--”

“why can’t you?” you ask, tapping his bare chest with your toes. “oh, i remember now! it’s because you’re a f*cking marshmall--”

matthew’s hands grip your thighs roughly as he pulls your pussy even closer to his face. he licks a long, teasing stripe up through your folds-- ending and circling at your clit. 

this time you don’t hide your moan.

“what was that?” matthew taunts, one eyebrow arching in amusement. “feel good?” 

it does feel good-- better than you could’ve imagined matthew’s tongue would feel against you. you nod, moving your hips to try to push your core even closer to him. he slaps your right thigh hard, warning you wordlessly not to make a fuss. it just makes you need to fuss more, but he reattaches his tongue to your cunt anyway.

he laps at your clit with such dedication that you’re crying out within a couple of minutes-- begging him for more.

“pl--please,” you whine, hand running through his hair and pulling it from the base. “wanna cum on your tongue.”

“f*cking hell,” he moans into your core, the vibration sending more waves of pleasure through you. he closes his eyes as he starts to rhythmically suck on your bundle of nerves, only coming up for air to say, “how can you be so desperate with a pussy this perfect?”

“matty, i--”

“didn’t i tell you not to f*cking call me that,” he growls, inserting a finger into your now dripping cunt. “so this is what you wanted, huh? stole my airpods just so you could cum all over my fingers? you’re such a bad girl, (y/n).”

you’re right on the edge, just a few seconds more and you’ll be moaning matthew’s name like a prayer.

but then you feel it.

matthew’s finger latches around the now lubricated airpod case-- pulling it free from your warmest pocket as he detaches his lips from around your clit. you stare at him helplessly, the denial of your orgasm leaving you so frustrated you’re rendered speechless.

how could you have let him get the upper hand on you?

“but i guess you forgot,” he says with a smirk, standing up and walking toward the door. “bad girls don’t get to cum.”

you blink silently at him once. twice. matthew holds open the door, pointing into the hallway.

“now get out of my room.”

[reilliane]

This is my personal obligatory post and apology for my poofing disappearance- if you're not up to read things like these, then feel free to scroll past! Have a good day/night!

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the poofing, the poofed, and the un-poofing.

TLDR; Bad stuff happened for the entire past year, stopped college just a few months ago to learn the materials myself and market myself in the graphic design industry soon, and got a whole dose of religious epiphany that threw my life around. Wrote in a different account a few months ago to ease and destress without much expectation. Will continue to write albeit there won’t be many updates, had/have to drop original writing plans [right now focusing on a short story for Wanderer, though it doesn’t mean I won’t be able to write for others when I get the time]. May unfortunately discontinue ongoing AUs but will provide a summary for them [I think it’s only Tyranny-?] Will also open writing/art commissions soon, maybe set up a kofi account, but I won’t be ‘gatekeeping’ any content I plan to post. I’m thinking, if ever, it’d only be standalone specials or maybe nsfw [gosh I’m really saying that?] in kofi, buuut that’s just a maybe. Everything else is free to read of course <3 

A really detailed and long [I MEAN IT, MAYBE 1.3-.5K?? WC] exposition under the cut, but of course, it’s optional to read!

PS. I opened my drafts and had one or two finished works there, I will publish those soon. Get ready. Because they’re angst AHAAAAAAAAAA-

PPS. I won’t be able to respond to everyone’s sweet shucking messages in my inbox forgive me But know that I’M REALLY SO TOUCHED YALL I really didn’t think anyone would look for me that much 😭 Someone said I vanished like the avatar and it’s sending me crumpling to the floor.

ALRIGHT STORYTIME LET’S GO—first of all, I haven’t been on Tumblr for so long, nor have I interacted with anyone and coming back,, the web interface bamboozled me.

Anyway- the past year was roooough, like settling in and getting into college.

From the start, my brother and I have known of our depleting resources but couldn’t stop because of our mother’s insistence and my father’s very.. volatile attitude. Double the latter since he has cancer and has been nothing short of cranky and infuriated for the past years—knowing that the money is facing a downward slope because of his expensive medicines and learning that we’ll stop because of it would’ve,, been terribly bad and that's understating the nature of my headstrong, independent, and prideful father.

There were times when he was very somber about his state, but then mad—it was just a really bad time, but my brother and I finally convinced our mom that we had to stop for real a few months ago because money was just tight. Until now we’re hiding the fact from our dad that we stopped under the pretense that we’re only taking one course for the semester :v

We were very lost and torn.

I knew I had to go out and look for a job, but my brother would be doing the same, too—the thing was that we knew our mom couldn’t handle our dad being sick alone, so my brother opted to be the one to find work outside.

I’m learning materials and courses on my own at home, but finding a remote job without a degree is no doubt near unimaginable with how remote setups are almost nonexistent now. The time was just bleak at home, too, my father would ask for bad things to eat that would worsen his health and then blame it all on my mother when he felt body pains and repercussions—it was just BAD, that wasn't all of it, but I digress. Cancer sucks. 

Just a few days ago, I lost my uncle to the same thing, and now there’s an overall family dispute over who gets what and it feels like I’m living a kdrama fever dream [pls get me out hfasjdkfhdsaf]. I don’t recommend it if it’s not romance lmao.

Things were getting so out of hand and I also couldn’t get back into writing or socializing with everyone in my writing socials—but I still wanted to write without the expectation of being able to deliver as I used to. It was a de-stresser for me, so I opened a new account in ao3/quotev and wrote in.. November or December, I think. It was nice, I got to just type away and post and leave it at that.

I think one of the reasons why I didn’t go to Tumblr for that was because I knew I wouldn’t be able to commit to updates, and I love you guys, I didn’t want to say something and promise it’d be given but then nothing. I’ve done it back then and I just, don’t want to do that :(

Despite how heavy and dark the past year was, however, something really unexpected happened—okay here it goes.

As a child, I’ve been taught about Christian doctrine and was brought up to believe in the existence of a God. I didn’t have my heart in it though, of course not, how was I to believe something that I only knew because someone said it to me?? I did attend church out of duty and had a shallow fear of the greater being, but as an authentic believing person? Naw. 

Not until June at least.

I don’t know how to explain it rather I, out of the want to give my mother the chance to go somewhere she wanted to for Sunday, decided to join her for church. I was ready to just daze off and think about some solution to our problems, but then the sermon spoke to me—you know, that feeling when someone is passive-aggressively referring to you in a complaint or something?

It felt like that, only it felt like that message was something I was meant to hear, and boy I couldn’t believe it—neither did my mother [lol]. She told me how shocked she was when I listened throughout the what, an hour and a half of preaching that I usually just dismiss. 

It’s cliche, but my life really changed after that one simple Sunday.

All my tweeeeenty years of living, I’ve asked if God really is real and whatnot and I never got answered until July of 2023. What really cemented my belief in knowing that he is real, is when I decided to genuinely pray—then for seven consecutive days, the Bible would lead me to a page [like just randomly opening a part of the book after prayer] that answered my questions and/or convicted me of something. I'd wake up every day and an event would happen that would answer my confusion and I'd sit in the night thinking 'no way that just happened', but it did. Boy, when I tell you I thought I was going crazy.

Not to mention opportunities such as baptism and ministry suddenly popped my way when I only had the idea in my head and I kept it to myself. At first, I thought it was just a coincidence, but when it ‘popped up’ more than thrice in a single week, I knew it wasn’t. Think of it as like, the thing in fanfiction when it seemed like the universe was saying something to you. Yeah, I felt that for myself. Mindblowing.

I could go on and on about the other life-changing things that occurred, but this would be so long LOL.

But I never regret coming to faith and accepting Jesus for real that day, and although life is still dark for me these days, the burden feels light. It’s an amazing feeling. He's really changed everything.

I’m not going to force anyone these beliefs—I knew how it felt to be on the receiving end and it could get very annoying, rather I just spoke on it to say how wonderful it was to know him, and it would be nice to let others know about my side in case they'd also take the faith. Who knows?

Also, I think I understand what those people were saying now. Again, I won’t force anyone—just reminding and asking you to try if you want, because it’s amazing. Bombard me in my inbox if you’re interested, but no pushing here, because I’m a firm believer that things shouldn’t be forced if it’s not the right time yet. 

Anyway, that was my source of strength and hope to go through these days—and I believe it’s also the driving force that led me to write this out in.. in Tumblr of all places lol. If someone told me this would happen two years ago I'd laugh in their face 💀

Rather than just getting back into writing and opening my social circle again, there’s that bit in me that wants to say that religious epiphany. That said, I know how diverse everyone is in their beliefs so I’ll say it very tersely that, no, I will not be parading and pushing people to believe this and that—this space is, after all, my space for writing :)

Ah, and nor will I ramble about it like shuck lol, but I will, in private, when prompted. 

With that out of the way, back into writing—I was floored when I first opened Tumblr and saw all the notifications and messages about my disappearance and I could’ve cried, really. It touches me poor heart :sob: and I wanted to thank all of you for such caring messages—I wouldn’t be able to reply to all of them [there were many!

Like maybe more than fifteen or twenty, not even counting the direct messages] but know that I’m very- very grateful for every one of you.

I could crawl out of your screen and hug yall but I won’t because I can’t and it’d throw people off KJHFSADKJFHALJSKDFHA

Life is, again, still hard—and navigating it is still difficult, but I’m managing these days. I can no longer return to my usual days of sporadic updates and teasers lol, but I’m happy to say I will still be writing, though it won’t be my entire focus nowadays. When I open writing commissions for genshin and art commissions, it’d get me going, of course. 

I have to let go of most of my beloved works because I realized that sticking to them would take up most of my time when I need to be out there upskilling and taking initiative to start earning money to support the bills. I still wanted to write though, and in my downtime I even got to watching One Piece and writing a currently on-hold fanfiction for that in Ao3, but fuuully realized that, no, I’m no longer cut out for really long written stuff unless I commit to writing a long piece that would take weeks for it to be published. 

In the end I settled for a single character [wanderer bb] short story that I get into writing without much hassle, and make myself happy, still :) I have ideas for other characters, too, but getting them out to be posted would take longer than usual.

My other AUs, as well, since my focus is just.. God, life, expenses, work, then hobbies. I don’t guarantee finishing them [I think Tyranny? And others, like Smite/Mercy/etc.], but I have in mind to write a summary because I meant it back then when I said the plot was really finished. Sighgisghsighs

Opening art commissions, I’d do that soon—writing, too.

Maybe a kofi account, as well—but I won’t be having any posts I want to be posted to be locked behind some tip or pay. I’m thinking of only adding specials there, specials like, standalone oneshots from an AU, or an nsfw piece. Oh golly, writing that is so beyond me, I think that’s the only reason why if anything is going to be in kofi, it’d probably be the nsfw. I plan to keep this writing blog sfw, still. 

But we’ll,,, we’ll see [dying]

So yeah! That’s.. Everything. For the writing thing, I think I’ll technically just be .. here, lol, with a focus on that story with wanderer. Gone are the 7k worded oneshots, now we’re just around 1.5k unless I commit to the creation. The story is so fluffy too [not angst? Surprising] 

But again, I will write for others eventually—can’t say when, or how, or who, but I will in time. 

I have so many plans in my head about my life, and I’m glad to say going back to Tumblr is a check off the list. I have an original novel in mind, but would you all be interested in such a thing? I don’t honestly know—other than opening commissions, I also plan on a Youtube Channel, but that’s uncertain. A Webtoon for my original plot too is a maybe, buuuut those are just what-ifs. Time will tell!

Those are just my two cents and I don’t regret sharing that—you guys have been with me for so long, even if I don’t really know you all beyond that screen, you all really became a part of my life, too :”)) 

If you reached the end of this post, wow, I’m touched. I hope you all have a good day–oh wait, what do I say? Ah yes.

I wish you all a good mornight [fhkadjsfhiajhgf].

God bless yall sweet people. 

[hanjisunglover]

SO it’s a long story that i’m gonna try to be really really short due my situation (i’m currently working but i cannot work if i think about this).

everything started in 2019, when a friend of mine told me this website, calls JYP FANS, this website is an official site where you can see the schedule of the idols, see the main infos and stuff like that. but especially the letters. you can actually send letters to the members and they can read it. be aware, there’s two type of letters: one for public letters, one for private letters.

my friend were so happy telling me how Channie was reading her letters and how she was so happy to feel understood. so i asked her, can you send me one for jisung, and then she did. everything started from that letter.

During march of the same year i sent a physical letter to jisung, the one that is on my pinned post, this one:

you could actually understand my reaction, panicking and being too exited for this, that was the confirm to me that i needed to keep “talkin” to him in some sort of way because.. i needed to keep feeling that BEAUTIFUL energy that i felt when i watched this video and i saw him with my letter in his hands.

So i decided to, find another way to send him letters, my love language is that, i needed to keep talking to in some way. so i started to write on the private letters of the JYP FANS.

The letters started to be one every day, every day i was telling him more of what i was going through and what i was feeling and dealing with, i just thought: he really listened the first time, so why not. I saw that he started to read my letters, example:

everyday, more letters, every time i felt so good when he was reading my words and my words only. so many things that i said to him came to some of his songs too! and i know it’s just a coincidence that sounds really silly and stupid now.

i wrote so many letters for him, that made me feel that i was touching the sky with my fingers, i thinks he knows more about me than everyone else. i was so scared that all of that would be taken away, and that happened.

the private letters of the JYP FANS after a while disappeared. for the first time in my life i felt the world under my feet disappear and i was drowning in a timeline where i was completely lost. cause my letters, that was routine, that thing that started as a game in september 2019, until october 2020 was my completely routine. sometimes i think it was just a fever dream, just something that i made up in my head, but that was not. everytime i ask myself, what could happened if now, that private letters that it’s close, would be open. what i would feel? what i would tell him?

sometimes i like to write some letters for him, in the public letters, just to give him an update, but has the name says the public letters are for everyone, everyone can open them and read them, i never have feel completely sure that he’s reading them.

that’s what i wanted to say, i wanted to say that i miss that days, when i was just passing my time writing for him and he was really there reading my letters. i just miss him, i miss my lil sunflower, i miss the views in my letters.

i know that sounds really childish and maybe not everyone are gonna believe it, but i actually don’t give a fuck because the only thing that i’m thinking of is the moment when i was writing for him and him only. that’s my roman empire.

[m1ckeyb3rry]

STOP! YOU HAVE TUMBLR? 😭😭I love your stories so much, the amount of times I read ‘Promise’ is unbelievable. I love your writing style, it’s so beautiful. The words are creative yet they are so simple and flow so well with each other. And Y/N is always so funny, it’s never the perfect Y/N since we can see the flaws clearly within her and she understands them.

My favourite without a doubt is ‘Promise’. It’s so hard to find a character who joins the Military Police or is born a noble (plus the Eren is a bonus). Her relationship with both friends and family are important to her since in most stories it just focuses on romance. Also poor Levi. I never realised how funny of a best friend Jean would be, and I live for their friendship. I swear my sister is so bored and tired of my ranting about this story. When I read ‘Swear’ I could tell the difference but also the similarities, both were so fun to read. I’m excited to see what happens next with Swear if you continue to write it.

Endure…. That had me bawling. It was so heartbreaking yet sweet. She went through so much shit and managed to pull herself together even when the man she loved was destroying everything. And the fact she moved on was so sweet yet sad, she loved Eren but Armin and was so torned between them. And the cabin scene with the little waltz that she taught him a long time ago gave me tears. You know how to make me cry, I also cried in the last chapter of Promise when she dies and they meet again in another life. I swear most Y/Ns always live up to the end, the plot armour is so strong.

I recently started SITH and the Colt love ❤,but I’m also suffering from second lead syndrome cuz he is so sweet. But I am also curious what will happen to the Jeagerist Ackerman Y/N? I’ve never seen a type like that before and I’m so curious to know what happened next. I’m dying of my impatience to see her arc and story and I think I will most likely cry in it.

Sorry for the little rambling but you are my favourite author since your stories fit it so well and the characters are never ooc.

YESS I DO HAVE TUMBLR!!! I’m trying to be more active on here nowadays :) and thank you so much I’m so glad you like my writing!! I really try to balance being creative and having “poetic” writing with being easily understandable and not overly pretentious. I also don’t like reading perfect characters so i always try to write Y/N characters that have flaws and act at least SOMEWHAT realistically.

I’ll respond to everything else under the cut because I don’t want to take up too much space on the dash lol

I think promise is one of the only stories where Y/N is an MP!! I’m sure there’s others but definitely not many hahaha. To me when it’s just romance it makes the plot and experience of reading the story almost boring?? It definitely makes writing it boring so I usually focus on platonic and familial relationships as well as romantic ones ofc. JEAN IN PROMISE IS SO FUNNY i actually love him so much in all of my stories but especially that one…he’s just so good as a best friend character honestly. And noooo not your sister LMAOO I get it though I always make my best friend (the inspiration behind Tullia) listen to all of my story ideas and she’s definitely so done with it by now. If you ever want to rant about anything my inbox is always open!! You can send an ask or just dm

Honestly endure feels like a fever dream at this point I’m not sure why i just feel like a completely different person wrote it if that makes sense?? I’m not huge in the AOT fandom anymore so maybe that’s why 🤔 regardless endure always feels like home in a way because it’s my longest story and the one that most people have read so it’s just super important to me…kind of like a childhood room HAHAHA and yeah Y/N characters usually have massive plot armor but you’ll never catch me slipping like that 💪🏻

SitH was meant to be a Colt fic but at this point it’s a Y/N fic 😭 jkjkjk it’s still a Colt fic ofc but the romance is so not focused on we’re like 130k words in and they haven’t even kissed or anything — it’s more plot and character driven. I’m not sure how far into it you are so I don’t want to spoil or anything but SitH Y/N is probably my favorite Y/N I’ve written because she’s super unique and the story really leans heavily into some aspects of her character and trauma that a lot of fics don’t usually touch on. I definitely feel you about the second lead syndrome though I feel like it’s so easy to get with SitH because Friedrich is so bf material (idk if you’ve gotten to Hadrian yet but he also has very much second lead syndrome vibes although his situation is kind of different because he’s not exactly a second lead??? But he is??? But he isn’t??? I can’t explain it I’m sure you’ll know what I mean if you’ve gotten there already)

Unfortunately swear and hostis humani generis (the Jaegerist ackerman Y/N fic) were victims of the great m1ckeyb3rry cleanse and I don’t really anticipate finishing them 😭 I did have their endings planned out though so if you really want I can give you the sparknotes versions :) rest assured though both endings were very sad as is expected from me by now

I LOVE RAMBLING NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR IT!!! Long asks are literally my favorite thing ever I love reading and responding to them. Ramble as much as you like!! Also I’m super flattered to be your favorite author and it’s so nice to hear that you think my characters aren’t ooc because i’m always paranoid that they are. Thank you sm for reading and leaving an ask. UNRELATED BUT I SAW YOUR ART ON YOUR TUMBLR ACCOUNT IT’S SO BEAUTIFUL I’M JEALOUS

[opinionatedbooks]

You know how last post I said I haven’t found my 5 star summer read yet well I found it. Surprise! The book was suggested by a booktuber that’s a fav of mine (Sara Carrolli) and I’m so glad I gave it a try. The book that has tossed be into 5 star depression is…drumroll please… The Grace Year by Kim Liggett.

The concept of plot isn’t as easy to follow along so I’ll give the basic rundown and let you form your own opinions when you read the book. When a girl reaches the age of 16 she is sent off the the “grace year”. They are away from society for a whole year trying to be purified from their “magic”. While they are away they try to stay alive since every year grace girls come back with less than they left with. Oh, and I almost forgot, women in general are seen as “objects” to the men in the society. Now onto the review.

I’m just gonna get the “bad” out of the way so then I can rant about my love for this book. The only part I can think of is in the beginning it’s a bit slow. Yes, the author is trying to set up a huge plot while also trying to intricately make a new world but even I can say it was a bit slow. Not slow as in hard to get into, but it felt like you were getting a lot of detail right off the back and readers will either hate it or love it. Also there is a whole tiny, minuscule subplot of romance that couldn’t be less important to the overall story. However I was still gobbling it up.

Now about the good (you might want to buckle up cause there’s a lot). The plot was so scrumptious to dig my teeth into. At times it was icky and gruelsome (like literally had to put book down) I couldn’t stop. It felt like I was in a fever dream until the very end, that’s how well the book captured my attention. It also didn’t hurt that the authors writing style had the book flowing so smoothly that it felt like I was in a book haze for a day straight. Looking back I wish I could have read this book for the first time again just so I can really appreciate everything. The author also did so well at slowly unraveling everything that by the end it felt like I, as a reader, had grown along with the main character.

Speaking of main character I’m realizing I never mentioned her name. It was Tierney James. I don’t know but I love it. It’s simple yet not (you know?). I appreciated how the author wrote her. Like yes the reader is getting her pov and her personal struggles and growth, but the way the author made all everyone so intertwined it felt like I was reading multiple stories at once. It a was real breath of fresh air compared to other books I’ve read over the summer.

I feel like I should also dive into the fact that at times the subject was “icky”. Icky is a nice way of putting it since in truth I was overwhelmed with disgust. But this disgust shouldn’t be what deters you from reading. If your not into a bit of blood, sweat, and tears for a worthy cause I understand. At times it was a struggle to want to continue after some of the things I had read but under everything I felt I wanted to know, I wanted to find answers.

Yes, this is my first 5/5 star summer read for 2023. I’m thankful that I got it in before the school year starts up again. If you read this hopefully you could agree with or maybe even understand how I ranked this book the way I did.

Sincerely,

A fellow opinionated book lover

P.S. some of my favorite quotes

“If I close my eyes I can smell the colors green and yellow”

“Heaven is a boy in a treehouse, with cold hands and a warm heart.”

[eurydicees]

13, 14, 15, & 23 for the fanfic end of the year asks? :D

some questions !! under the cut bc this got long :)

13. favorite writing song/artist/album of this year

hmmm just based on the fact that i wrote a whole fic inspired by it (read: i listened to it on repeat while writing), i’m gonna have to say heat waves by glass animals. the fic itself isn’t really inspired by the song, but i went insane abt it a little bit. it was my no. 1 song of 2022 lmfao. anyways go read fever dreams; or, love in the time of heat waves for some real brain rot 

14. a fic you didn’t expect to write

oooh interesting. i’m gonna say just let me kiss you once because i’d never really pictured myself writing atsuiwa before! i’m pretty iwaoi ride or die, not gonna lie to you, so it was waaaay out of my comfort zone to write one of them with someone else! i’m fairly satisfied with how it came out though, and i looove the atsuiwa dynamic already so it was exciting to try something new out. 

15. something you learned this year

oh so so so much tbh. it was a year of growth not gonna lie to you. regarding writing, though, i think i really learned that i. don’t actually want to publish original fiction professionally. like it used to be a really big dream, like The Dream, the ultimate goal in my life, to publish a real novel or some kind of writing. it was kinda my whole goal in life, to become a published author. but idk, i think i’ve realized that i don’t really want that anymore. i’m happy to keep writing on the side and just do my silly little fanfic for fun! i’m really satisfied with the little thing i’ve got going on here, where i write for fun and just publish what i feel like, instead of making it, like, a career. becoming an actual established author is no longer a life dream of mine tbh and i think i realized that i just wanna write for fun instead of work. it was kinda a huge wake up call that i’m not happy with the life path i’d been pursuing for literally my entire life. it’s funny how things change. 

23. fics you wanted to write but didn’t

oh man. there are SO many. i keep all of my drafts in one doc rather than starting sixteen thousand new docs every time i have an idea, so i can with say i have more than 80k words worth of drafts of fics i wanted to finish but never got around to. here are some of the main ones, though: 

a longform kyoya-centric fic! it was a study into the hosts’ relationships post-canon and their development as adults, as well as kyoya being dumb and gay. the tagline was “So: Kyoya graduated from Ouran Academy, got on a plane to Boston Logan Airport, and conveniently forgot to give anyone his international phone number.” 

the sakuatsu fake dating fic!!

and while we’re on the subject, the matsuhana fake dating fic 

the iwaoisuga fic we’ve been talking about :P 

oh and ofc all the requests i said i would get to and then . never actually wrote lol. i’ll get to them eventually, really, i swear….

[lacheri]

Hello Cherry I have a request! Eren always teasing and being a little mean to the reader so she decides to give him a taste of his own medicine (so sorta like a sub! eren x brat tamer! reader) okay that is all ilysm bye bye

hi Kat!! you send me the best prompts 🤤 I hope you enjoy thank you for requesting ily!!!

too much

pairing: sub/brat!Eren x brat tamer!fem bodied reader

content: Eren’s an asshole, established relationship, ruined orgasms, oral (f and m receiving), humiliation/degradation kink, minors DNI.

wc: 3.5k

notes: this is unedited I literally just wrote this up as fast as I could bc this ask drove me WILD

Your fists were clenched at your sides, fingernails digging crescents on the inside of your palms, knuckles white. You were stomping through your shared living room with your boyfriend, curses and swears leaving your lips. Eren had managed to piss you completely off, feelings of humiliation and frustration fueling the fire coursing through your veins.

It all started earlier this morning, waking up next to your sleepy boyfriend, kissing his cheek sweetly. Your half naked bodies wrapped together in a cocoon of blankets, hair messy and eyelids heavy. Usually, Eren would stir awake and return your kisses with enthusiasm, but he had cracked a single eye open this morning, frowned and grumbled, and pushed you off of him. You had pouted, feeling rejected, and immediately flung yourself out of the bed to get ready for the day. When Eren had finally woken up, joining you in your shared bathroom as you brushed your teeth, he made no effort to console you. He saw the wrinkles on your forehead as your eyebrows furrowed together, a tell all sign for what you were feeling. He simply brushed past you, grabbing his own toothbrush and standing right beside you as if he hadn’t been so recklessly ignorant of you.

When the two of you had spit and gargled mouthwash, he cleared his throat, a hint of a smirk playing at his lips, “What’s your deal?”

Your eyes flickered to him for a brief second, and you rolled your eyes and stomped off back to your bedroom to get dressed. Fuck him, if he wanted to start the day off so sour, he was going to get the same attitude back.

Eren followed behind you, smirk still growing, “You’re mad I pushed you away this morning, aren’t you?”

“So you did it on purpose?” you couldn’t hide the hurt in your voice, back facing him as you searched through your closet. You really had intended to ignore Eren for a while, letting him stew in your cold shoulder treatment, but he always knew how to crawl under your skin and get a rise out of you.

“Just wanted to see how you’d react,” he teased, coming directly behind you to rest his chin on your shoulder, arms crossed on his bare chest. “I was right.”

Fury licked flames up your throat and you stepped forward, throwing your boyfriend off balance. You didn’t want to play whatever game he was trying to set up, you had things to do today besides bend to Eren’s will. Hearing his response, it drove motivation into the pits of your mind that Eren was not going to get a reaction out of you anymore today.

However, he had other plans.

Today has been your day off from work and school, as well as Eren’s day off. The plan was to straighten up the house, invite your friends over in the evening and order pizza. Nothing too crazy or over the top, just a nice relaxing day.

Things didn’t quite work out that way. After the two of you had gotten dressed and made breakfast, every single time you tried to clean an object, Eren would somehow get in the way. He pulled books of the bookcase and left them on the floor or any surface he could find, managed somehow to fill the sink with dirty dishes, not rinsing them off to put in the dishwasher, and found every article of clothing between the two of you to toss on the bedroom floor. The hour long cleaning session had turned into the entire day, long enough that you had to text your friends that tonight wasn’t going to work out.

Because every time you made progress in your small home, Eren would find another thing that got added to the list. As much as it infuriated you, mostly because Eren was supposed to be helping you, you couldn’t let it phase you. No, you knew he was trying to piss you off. You weren’t going to crack under his pressure, not give him the satisfaction of seeing you wound up and upset.

The last straw had snapped when he walked into the living room, seeing you pick up the last book he had thrown on the floor, and opened his stupid mouth.

“Aren’t you supposed to be cleaning?” Eren spat. “This house is a complete disaster.”

Your eyes flickered incredulously to the wall clock, six o’clock it had read, your entire day wasted away, “Are you fucking serious right now?”

You searched for a hint of playfulness in his expression, seeing nothing but his stone cold eyes piercing into you as he spoke without hesitation, “I’m entirely fucking serious. How are we supposed to have company over if you can’t clean a fucking house?”

“Already cancelled,” you fumed, standing up from your crouched position, leaving the book on the floor. “Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to like that?”

“You. What? Do you need me to use your name at every sentence whenever I talk to you?” Eren kept edging, a feel of gratification consuming him upon learning his friends weren’t coming over anymore. “How am I supposed to marry someone who can’t fucking clean?”

You felt sharp pangs of hurt in your chest, eyes losing their spark, “Eren, that’s mean. Why are you being so mean today?”

He had only smirked, reveling in your mood switch. In the silence shared then, he announced he was getting a bath, he had such a hard working day and wanted to relax. He had left you in the living room alone, and you felt the anger inside of you bubble up, threatening to go over. You snapped, heading straight to the bathroom where you could hear the flow of water into the tub stop.

The door slammed against the wall as you threw it opened, seeing Eren jump slightly at the impact. His hair flowed down to his shoulders, arms stretched out against the rim of the tub, and in any other situation you’d be crawling into the water with him. He’d be so sweet about it too, bringing you to his chest and giving you kisses while you giggled at the attention. Hell, he’d probably even shower you in compliments and appreciation. Not today though, his eyes hardened as you stopped right in front of him.

“Out, now,” you ordered through clenched teeth. You could hear Eren’s breath kick up, but he didn’t move. “Are you deaf? Get out, now, Eren.”

His body moved before his mouth could protest, standing stark naked in the shin deep water. You could see the steam rise off of his skin, your eyes trailed downwards. Although soft, his dick was still impressive, but the longer you stared at the fleshy member, it twitched and rose a bit. You quirked an eyebrow, realization dawning on you. Oh, so this was why Eren was acting like this today?

You made eye contact with him then, his legs shifting over the rim of the tub, before standing directly in front of you. Your hand whipped up to the back of Eren’s head, fisting his hair, and yanking his head back, exposing every line and vein and bulge in his throat.

“This what you wanted? Wanted to get me all angry so I could take it out on you?” Eren’s dick was rock solid, giving you a physical answer, but you still needed the verbal one, “Answer me.”

“Yes,” he choked out, and his Adam’s apple bobbed along his throat.

“Well it fucking worked. I have half a mind to leave you here, like this, to take care of yourself,” you pulled his hair further, a gasp leaving his parted lips.

“No, please, don’t,” Eren’s voice came out whiny as he begged. You smirked, although he wasn’t able to see it as his eyes faced directly up to the ceiling.

“You’re going to drain this tub,” you began to instruct, tilting his head so his eyes trailed to your hard set ones. “And then you’re going to dry off, and go lay flat on your back on the bed. Do you understand me?”

He nodded feverently, happy you released your grip as his neck had begun to ache. You smoothed that same hand over his jaw, feeling the stubble underneath your fingertips, “Good boy.”

Eren set to work quickly, giddy with excitement. This had been his plan all along, to get you riled up enough to take it out on him. Genuinely, Eren hadn’t meant to start this at all today. When you had kissed him awake, he was having a really good dream he didn’t want to wake up from quite then, and hadn’t meant to push you away. Upon seeing your sad pout, followed by a flicker of anger in your orbs, something stirred within Eren. He began to question, just how far could he push you until you caved in?

Eren didn’t stick around to watch the tub fully drain, he was dried off and on the bed just as you had requested. You leaned against the wall, clad only in your bra and panties, and you watched him with hungry eyes as he followed your every instruction. Your boyfriend was a beautiful man, every part of him intriguing and gorgeous to you. He looked like a Greek God, arms and legs spread out, the subtle light from your bedside lamps casting shadows across his abs and into the V of his pelvis. Eren had a beautiful cock as well, thick and long and veiny, it sat perched on his lower abdomen, twitching as you pushed yourself off the wall to loom over your man.

“Look at you,” you mused, letting a dark chuckle vibrate from your chest. “You’re already hard and I haven’t even touched you yet. You’ve been thinking about this all day, haven’t you baby?”

“Yes,” he answered. The skin on his cock was so taut and tight, feeling somewhat light headed as all the blood was rushed to his member.

“You know I’m going to have to punish you, right? For being so mean to me today?” you batted your eyelashes, crawling on to the bed, sitting on your knees by his side, refusing to touch him just yet.

“I know,” Eren whined, trying to reach out to touch your thigh only to be met with the harsh slap of your palm. “I’m sorry.”

“No you’re not,” you cooed in false security, brushing Eren’s hair out of his beautiful face. “But that’s okay, you’re gonna’ make it up to me, right now.”

You traced the outline of Eren’s plump lips, resting your forehead against his as you muttered in your darkest voice, “I’m taking away your right to touch me. Convince me you’re sorry, and maybe I’ll reconsider.”

Eren squirmed under the heat of your words, eyes darting across your face for a hint of a lie, of hesitation. He found nothing, only the glimmer of lust in your eyes as you gazed down at him. Your fingers pushed past his soft lips, and he needed no instruction to latch on and suck. If this was the only touch he would get of you, your fingers pumping into his mouth, scissoring his tongue, he’d take it all so greedily to make you regret putting these rules in place. He never broke eye contact, curling and circling his tongue between your pointer and middle fingers, imagining they were the divine petals between your thighs. You were doing the same, feeling the gush of arousal slicken you. You tapped his tongue, signaling a release. He parted his now swollen lips easily, eyes pleading.

“Can I kiss you at least?” Eren rasped, his hands twitching at his sides.

“No,” you placed a contrasting sweet kiss to his forehead in your dark tone. “That would be touching, sweetheart.”

Eren held back a whine, knowing it was futile. He was simply going to have to lay there, and take whatever punishment he had coming, unable to escape it or bring you pleasure amongst it all. If there was a glimmer of hope, it was crushed as he felt your face travel down to his neck. You were in complete control, just as Eren had wanted.

You sucked and licked at his throat, your dry hand coming up to squeeze what skin you weren’t kissing. You trailed your lips down, kissing his entire torso. As much as you wanted to spend the time working Eren up, you had ideas swirling in your head. Eren had no patience with you today, so you weren’t going to have patience with him. Besides, it was sort of cruel to not pay immediate attention to his swollen cock.

Your hand slicked in his saliva wrapped around the base of his length, a sharp intake of breath heard from Eren’s lips. It came out shaky as you began to pump, his precum oozing from his tip and meeting the warm wetness of your fingers. You twisted your hand up and down, beginning to feel the moisture rub away, his spit drying. This was no good, and you continued to kiss down his stomach until your lips met the head of his reddened cock. He hissed as you spat on it, hand spreading it all over. Your tongue slipped past your lips, kitten licking at his tip. Eren couldn’t think straight, and he settled his hands above him to try and keep his grip as far away from you as he could.

It was nearly impossible to not grab your hair and slam you down as your sweet lips parted and you began to suck his fat tip. Eren succeeded though, knuckles white gripping pillows, and he heaved out a groan. You swiped your tongue along his slit, tastebuds soaking up his salty precum. You prodded in just a little bit, sending a shiver up Eren’s spine. Your hand still doing most of the work, you thought you’d up the game by throwing your other hand in the mix. Eren let out a high pitched moan, throwing his head back at the onslaught of attention.

“It’s so fucking cruel I can’t touch you,” he whined yet again, craning his neck to meet your eyes.

You popped your mouth from his head, “I guess I’m going to be downright evil after what I’m about to do.”

Before Eren could respond, your hands moved to his thighs and his cock was swallowed into the back of your throat. He couldn’t stop the noises he was making as you bobbed your head unbelievably fast, sucking him more and more until your nose buried into the neatly kept curls above his shaft. You were trying your hardest not to gag, your throat entirely full, and Eren was trying his hardest not to cum on impact. You pulled back a bit, tears blinked back from your eyes, and returned a single hand to work what you couldn’t reach.

Eren’s thighs tightened, his breathing hitching, “Fuck, I’m getting so close.”

At this reveal, your pace only quickened, full intentions of bringing him to his utmost height. Your cheeks sucked harder, tongue lapping the underside of his length, and you were covered in your own spit. Sloppy and messy, just how Eren liked it. How you seemed to like it, as well.

“Right there, don’t stop, don’t stop,” Eren called out alongside your name, hips bucking into your mouth. Your other hand met the swell of his balls, feeling them tighten up as his release was right there. As Eren let out the first whine to signal his climax, you yanked your hands away and slipped your mouth off with a pop.

He spasmed, too far gone to stop. His dick stood tall, shooting his load onto his stomach, throbbing so hard and so uncomfortably that tears rolled down Eren’s cheeks. You had ruined his orgasm. His cock was leaking clear fluid, his body frustrated with the lack of contact, entirely unsatisfied. His jaw slacked open, eyebrows furrowed as he gazed at you in disbelief.

“That’s what you get for trying to piss me off all day,” you growled, wiping the spit from your mouth with the back of your hand. “Stay right there, Eren.”

You got off the bed, reaching into your bedside table to pull out two objects — a tiny vibrator and a suit tie. You yanked Eren’s hands up, tying them to your headboard. You undressed yourself quickly, revealing your naked body to Eren’s greedy eyes. His dick hadn’t softened, still painfully erect and needy as he subconsciously bucked into the air. You didn’t comment, knowing how bad Eren wanted you and your attention back to his pulsating member. You threw your thighs around his neck, straddling the lower half of his face.

“You want me to touch you?” Eren nodded, tears still pooling in the corners of his eyes. “Make me cum, and I’ll return the favor.”

Easy enough, Eren thought, lolling his tongue out for you to place your glistening folds on. You sat down fully, letting out a moan as your hips circled his mouth, your hands latched into his hair. Eren heard the soft click of the vibrator in your hands, and moved his south south, knowing exactly what it was you were searching for.

You gasped as his tongue penetrated your tight hole, walls fluttering around his wet muscle as you slid the vibrator right up to your clit. If Eren had only had his hands, you wouldn’t need that little toy to satisfy you. He’d be doing all the work, bringing you all your pleasure up to your climax. All Eren’s work, but you didn’t want him to have that satisfaction.

Because this was you, and you were in full control, there was absolutely no point in teasing yourself. You were rewarding yourself, Eren just happened to be a part of the ride, literally. You thought of all the mean words he had said to you today, all the teases and inconveniences. Your hand in his hard gripped harder, biting your lip hard enough to draw blood as you tried to level your moans.

“You pissed me off so fucking bad today,” your head was thrown back as Eren fucked you with his tongue, your hips pressing down harder. “You were so mean. Now look at you, pathetic. Letting me fuck your face like the little brat you are.”

Eren felt his cock twitch, feeling similar waves of humiliation you had felt today. He knew better than to speak, instead, thrusting his tongue even harder into your entrance to show his response. You were right, he had wanted to feel completely powerless under your wrath, wanted you to use him as if he was disposable, to punish him. When he felt your hand leave his hair, feeling the harsh sting of a slap on his chest behind your ass, he was grateful. This is all he wanted, tears brought to his eyes in pure joy.

Your nails dug into his peck, your orgasm fast approaching, “Oh my God, you’re such a good boy, keep going. Oh fuck, Eren I’m about to cum.”

Eren felt pure pride and love swell in his body, ruined by a cold chill of blinding pleasure. No, no, he was not going to cum with no contact, surely? His scrotum tightened, eyes slamming shut. You were going to be livid when you saw the mess he was creating.

Eren’s cock shot thick white ropes into your back, yes, from that far away. It was just all too much, the degradation, it was like your words had been stroking him up the entire time. His body vibrated, but he forced his eyes to open to watch you fall apart above him.

Your wrist flicked fast with the vibrator in hand, feeling your walls clench and tip over the edge. You screamed breathlessly, pushing your entire lower half into Eren’s mouth. Eren could feel the tingle of your toy against his nose, a small goofy smile on his lips as he thought of how funny it would be if he sneezed. You pulled it away quickly though, mind coming back together as you began to worry about how hard you had pushed into his face. Your orgasm slowed, walls contracting at a much lazier pace, and you lifted your hips.

“Good boy,” you praised, eyes full of love as you reached up to untie his hands. “You did such a good job, baby.”

You hadn’t noticed what Eren had done until you felt a cold brush against your lower back and ass. You hand circled around, feeling the wet sticky spots, and your jaw dropped.

“Eren, did you cum from just eating me out?”

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it,” he was pleading, shying away from your widened eyes. “Was too much.”

Eren thought you would’ve been furious, instead, a soft laugh echoed in your chest. You moved off of him, laying on your stomach to place a sweet kiss to his lips. He eagerly returned it, happiness tickling throughout his entire body. When you pulled away, you rested your head on his shoulder while his arms circled your waist.

“That’s the hottest thing ever,” you admitted, curling a strand of his hair in your finger.

“I’m going to piss you off more often,” Eren joked lightly, kissing the tip of your nose. “I like this side of you.”

“Please, Eren, don’t. Next time you want me to top, just fucking ask me.”

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[faevi]

Scenario: NSFW. (Part Two of Elevator Scenario.) You spend the weekend with Levi Ackerman. Mutual feelings blossom further and turn into a passionate night.

Word Count: 17,000+ words. That's right, 17,000. I died.

Note: I hope you all enjoy it. I worked hard on this one, even though there's still always room for improvement. I wrote it all on my phone--. I'd really appreciate hearing your thoughts (whether in tags or messages) and reblogged, etc! In the end, I just want you all happy and be horny for Levi. Also, special thanks to Grammarly, thank you pal'.

Content / Trigger Warnings: modern!au. brief eating of food, mentions of overthinking / insecurities, emotions. NSFW (minors, dni!!). soft dom!levi unprotected sex, body worshipping, blowjob, cunnilingus, spit, dirty talk, praise, overstimulation, creampie, dacryphilia, dumbification, light bondage, very messy sex, squirting, breast play (? like light slapping etc), borderline masochist/sadist mentions, possessiveness, mentions of pain (nothing too extreme! wowow pussy aching & light slaps), marking, brief sub-drop, aftercare. lots and lots of feels.

Your hands tremble with nerves, eyes fixated on your figure in the mirror. You still couldn’t process any moment since the late night in the elevator. Hell, even the exact moment when Levi’s slender fingers were angled so perfectly and rubbing against the sensitive spot until you practically squirted. You’ve never done that before and you felt both embarrassed by the mess and hooked on the older male completely. At least he seemed pleased that he’s the reason for your best orgasm yet. Your feelings only blossoming further for the older male on how he treats you and looks at you. You exhale out softly, thinking back on the past two days.

For the next two days before the weekend, everything was back to normal. It left with you doubts, wondering if it was just a fever dream where you couldn’t contain your fantasies anymore. At work, he was back to just staring every time you were near and you’d feel your cheeks feel hot, walking by fast. He never made a way to talk to you or touch you. Did he want you or was it just lust acting that night? You were beginning to overthink until on Friday afternoon, he invited you into his office.

You close the door behind yourself as you entered, remembering his content when it comes to privacy. As your arm wraps awkwardly around your body to try and hide, you watch as Levi’s eyebrow arches up, looking at you thoughtfully. He could read you like a book and yet, he didn’t speak his thoughts directly, waiting for you to open up to him. He was never a fan of pushing. He’s adjusting his watch and clears his throat.

“Would you prefer that I pick you up in the morning for the entire weekend or perhaps the evening?”

You look up instantly, feeling a slight ache in your neck for moving too fast. You look at him with subtle fondness, keeping your voice quiet.

“You still want to spend the weekend with me?”

“Of course I do. I mean what I say. Were you having doubts?”

Levi seems gentle when he’s asking, even if he tries to hide it with an expressionless face, eyes staring into your soul.

“You just haven’t made effort to talk to me so I thought..”

“I just wanted to be careful, Y/N. Work is still important for both of us. You seem to overthink a lot.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to—.”

“It’s natural. No need to apologise. How about this, I’ll message you more often, mostly out of work because I can’t distract you too much. I’m not a technology person but I’ll always enjoy talking to you.”

Your heart melts from his words. Indeed, he’s not really into technology, it’s often the one thing that co-workers joke about when Levi struggles and curses under his breath to keep his composure but you always found it endearing. It’s not that he’s terrible with it. He just appreciates life out of the screen. Your gazing at him as he’s glancing at emails to papers neatly stacked on his desk. He’s willing to talk to you even further but you wonder if he wanted to.

“Only if you want to, Levi. I’d hate for you to use something you hate.”

The corners of his lips curl up to form a brief smile, resting his chin on his palm as his elbow rests on the desk.

“I want to talk to you. I confess I’m not used to— this but, I can’t keep ignoring it. Though, I might prefer hearing your voice instead so forgive me if I call you sometimes. Now, morning or evening?”

It’s a sign that he doesn’t want to continue, only hoping it eased your troubled heart and it did, so quickly. You’re aware that Levi is never the openly affectionate type but he’s honest and prefers to show he cares through services and words. Even though he’s not talkative, he still wants to with you. You hum, playfully tapping your chin as you think of the options. You admit to loving the idea of spending the entire weekend together but something is telling you to stick with the evening. Maybe so you could put even more effort into looking pretty for him.

“Evening. You know, I can just meet you there— I can use public transport or an uber.”

“Tch. No, I prefer driving you myself. I’ll pick you up in the evening then. I look forward to seeing you then.”

Your cheeks feel hot once more, nodding your head as you inch towards the closed door, smiling warmly.

“I look forward to it, too.”

Once you left and walked back to your desk, you lied rather naturally to your co-worker, telling them that Mister Ackerman had queries about the meeting on Monday. You feel your phone buzz against your thigh and wiggle your phone out of your pocket to quickly check, eyes widening at the message.

[ Levi Ackerman. ] : You look pretty today.

[ Levi Ackerman. ] : Focus on your work.

You pout at his last message and set your phone down, feeling giddy from his compliment, oblivious to Levi peeking through the office blinds to watch your reaction. His lips curl up to form a small smile, endeared by your pout and his cheeks feel warm from his actions. It was spontaneous, never really the type to either message or speak compliments so easily but for you, it comes out naturally. Still. Levi is firm on himself and won’t message during the shift again, walking back over to his desk to finish his paperwork. You both work with the tiniest curls to the corners of your lips.

You snap out of your thoughts, frantically shaking your head and the palms of your hands patting at your cheeks. “Focus, focus! He’ll be here soon.” You mumble, knowing that Levi will always be a punctual man. You stare at yourself in the mirror once more. Today you went out to buy something cute and found this black dress. The straps are thick over your shoulders, the fabric hugging comfortably around your breasts, split in between to show some cleavage but still more on the modest side and the black fabric flows out, finishing above your knees. The chest part of your dress is made out of a lace pattern and the lower. part is made out of silk. You wear thigh high stockings and a pair of black heels.

You can only hope that Levi likes the dress you chose, pairing it with a necklace that rests between your collarbones and your choice of makeup is lingering on the natural side beside the red lipstick and mascara. Wanting to feel confident in yourself, you place your hands on your hips, giving a small twirl and admire the flow of the dress. You feel pretty and it shows when you smile at yourself.

Not wanting to be cold, you shrug on a black coat and begin to button it up when you hear the small chime of your doorbell. Oh— He’s actually at your door? Usually dates just text that they arrived and you meet them at their chosen vehicle. You swear your hands begin to feel clammy, grabbing your bag for the night that also has a container of cookies you baked, not wanting to go empty-handed.

“Coming!” You call out loudly, closing your bedroom door before you begin to walk quickly down the hallway, heels clicking on the wood. You open the door to meet face to face with Levi. Wow. You only saw him yesterday and have his gorgeous visuals painted permanently in your mind but it’s like you almost forgot when he takes your breath away. Levi is wearing a suit, buttoned up to hide the ironed shirt and the black-tie tightened in place, the slacks he’s wearing having no signs of creases.

Levi’s hands are holding onto a bouquet. The bouquet containing a variety of flowers, all in different shades of red. He didn’t like the idea of just roses but strongly believed in small gestures like flowers for a female he’s become to care for, even when he tried to deny it for so long. His grey eyes look you up and down, the coat hiding your dress but you still looked so stunning. He clears his throat, hoping to not come off as awkward. This is all new to him after all. He’s always been alone and content with it.

“Y/N, gorgeous as always.”

His voice is soothing and you both lean in, his lips brushing against your cheek. Maybe others would laugh at how proper the pair of you are being for a night together but, you both wanted to show you care in your ways. “These are for you,” Levi states, handing over the bouquet. He’s smiling softly for a moment, eyes holding fondness once more as he watches you smile shyly and almost hug the flowers without crushing them. “They’re beautiful. Let me just put them in some water and then I’ll be all yours.”

Levi hums in response, leaning against the open door frame as he watches you disappear down the hallway, eyes lingering on your heels. They make you taller than him when usually you’re roughly the same height but he doesn’t care. He’s never been insecure in his height. Once you were in the kitchen, you fill up a vase to gently set the bouquet in, smiling. “I’ll be back sometime tomorrow, pretty flowers.”

You set them near the window where the sunset is filtering through the blinds and make way quickly to Levi, not enjoying being away from him. The dark-haired male moves aside as you lock up your door before he carefully takes hold of your hand, lacing fingers together. He’s never one for public affection but he missed the warmth of your hand. He reasoned silently that he knows it’d make you happy and it’s not exactly a huge public setting. You smile, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze and pleased to feel how his hand feels in yours, allowing him to guide you out of the apartment complex and towards his vehicle.

You let out a low whistle of approval from seeing the sleek black car and he snorts quietly, opening the passenger door. You’re bold enough to press your lips to his cheek, grinning at the sight of the light rosiness before you settle into your seat. “Tch, cheeky.” He mutters, closing your passenger door before walking around to open the driver’s side and settles behind the wall. He glances towards you, buckling himself in. “Not starting until you’re buckled in.” He says, prompting you to feel like some school girl with a crush from the way your heart thumps fast just from him showing he cares about your safety. You obediently click yourself in and lean back into your seat.

Pleased with himself, Levi twists his keys until the gentle purr of the engine is heard. Not wanting you to be in any form of danger, he double-checks his mirrors, keeping his foot on the break before he shifts gears and you had to force yourself to look away and not admire his hands in action. He smoothly pulls out onto the road, making sure to move when it was safe to and presses down on the pedal for the speed to steadily pick up.

Most people tend to be lazy with driving and only have one hand on the wheel but of course, you notice that Levi uses both of his hands like everyone is taught to in the first place. He’s so proper in everything and you find yourself liking that about him. One of the many things that are attractive about him. You can only hope one day you can watch him drive without a suit jacket on. You snort, amused by your almost ‘fangirl’ way of thinking, shifting your gaze away.

He raises an eyebrow in question, eyes focused on the road. Levi is a good driver, always complimented for his quick reflexes. Hell, even his driving teacher said he could be a professional race driver if he wanted to be. It didn’t appeal to him. Levi glances towards you. “What are you thinking, huh?”

Levi asks, flicking the blinkers to signal that he’s turning before he does.

“You’re just really hot.”

Levi scoffs out of amusement from your words, shaking his head. “I’m doing absolutely nothing but driving and yet, I’m hot.” He states, trying to understand but is quick to accept his answer of being too old and you can only giggle, covering your mouth to muffle the sound. “It’s the driving that’s hot. Though, next time, skip the jacket and just roll your sleeves up. Girls go crazy for that.” You tease, tilting your head. Levi rolls his eyes, continuing to drive. “I’m only interested in one girl and if that is something she likes, so be it.”

His response is smooth and unintentionally flirty but it still makes you rest your hand over your heart? puffing out your cheeks. Wow. Anything he says could make you instantly swoon. Levi is smug, his gaze feeling hot on you before he focuses back on the road, driving with ease through traffic. It took everything in him to not place his hand on your thigh and give a squeeze, wanting to feel the warmth through the sheer fabric of your stockings. He wanted to so desperately but, two hands on the wheel.

You watch as his knuckles turn white as he tightens his grip on the wheel, adjusting his posture. This sparked some confidence in you. You slowly extend your out until your hand is resting on his toned thigh and giving a firm squeeze. His lips press together, steady gaze focusing on the road but you could feel the way his leg slowly inches upwards as if he’s trying to lean further into your touch. Nails drag along the inner stitchings of the thigh area in a teasing manner before you pull your hand away, grinning to yourself.

“Tch. Brat.” Levi mutters with affection, once again trying to play off his squirming as simply adjusting. Levi finally pulls into an underground parking area of a wealthy building, driving slowly until he turns with ease into his private parking spot, no need to adjust. ‘Of course, his parking skills are perfect.’ You think to yourself. He unbuckles his belt quickly, pulling himself out of his seat and you watch him with a hungry gaze, wanting to soak in as many memories as you could. With your seatbelt undone, Levi opens your door, grasping onto your hand to help you out, keeping you steady.

Levi grabs your bag with his free hand, long fingers of his covering your hand and he smiles softly. “Let’s head inside, don’t want you to feel too cold.” The dark-haired male begins to pull you along in the direction of the elevator and presses the button. He glances towards you, unable to stop his gaze from lingering on your red lips and a low whine escapes you, only wishing to be kissed already. It’s like you’re both playing a game of who can survive the longest without it. It’s not that either of you is only thinking of sex. You like each other but, kissing is nice.

Eventually, the elevator doors slide open and you both step in. You watch as he presses the highest floor button and you hum softly. “No offence to elevators but I’m going to be annoyed if it breaks down like the other one. The restriction sucks.” You pout slightly and Levi laughs quietly, resting his hand now on top of your head.

“Acting like you didn’t enjoy the idea of being caught, huh?”

“Hmph. I enjoyed every second of it. As I’m sure you did. I’m sure they have a blast watching the tapes.”

“They can’t. I paid for them to erase it. I stood there and made sure it was erased. I don’t want anyone else to see you like that... Just me.”

Your lips form a small ‘o’ from hearing his possessive words. Possessiveness. It’s always been a weakness of yours, especially if it’s not toxic and just belonging to someone. Levi wants you to himself and you’re ready to give him everything. Besides, you both know you respect each other’s independence. You just didn’t like people interfering.

You chose to stay silent and he happily accepts that he knows you were affected by his words in some sweet way. The elevator doors open and you notice that there are only two doors. Both completely clean and one leading to stairs. The other is his front door and he walks over to it. Levi unlocks the door before opening it, allowing you to enter first. You step inside cautiously, surprised when the lights slowly turn on from recognising movement.

It’s a huge, open space. The ceilings are way up high and windows reach the ground to the ceiling in the dining area. The lounge room is taking up most of the space and the entryway to the kitchen is leaving an open space. Someone could easily sit in the dining area and talk to whoever is in the kitchen. It’s just all very modern and gorgeous. Especially with how everything is spotless and it’s like even decoration is perfectly placed.

That’s Levi and you adore it. You briefly glance at a hallway that must lead to other rooms and soon feel his hands dragging up slowly along your arms, coaxing you to turn around and gaze at him instead. “May I?” He asks quietly, the tips of his fingers now lingering on the knot around your coat. Your cheeks feel warm from how close he’s standing. You could almost count all of his long lashes. You press a chaste kiss to his chin. “Of course.”

His touch is so light and cautious. Not in the way that he’s afraid of hurting you. He just wanted to take his time. Both hands slowly undo the tie around your waist until finally, he begins to part the coat, sliding it down your arms. His breath hitches sharply from finally seeing the gorgeous dress that hugs around your chest and flows out. He gazes for a long while, blindly hanging up the coat before unbuttoning his suit jacket, happily drowning in your beauty. You could have worn something casual or basic and you still would have easily left him breathless and dazed.

“You’re so beautiful.”

Levi says, slender fingers grazing along your side, appreciating the silky feel of the fabric before the same fingers curl around your waist and pull you in with ease. His other hand cups the side of your neck, guiding you to look at him and your heart clenches at the stunning sight of a genuine smile appearing. “Beautiful.” He repeats before pressing a soft kiss to your painted lips.

Your heart could have exploded into fireworks from how fast it was racing. You wrap his arms around his neck instantly to pull him in, completely under a trance from his plush lips. He hums in response, pulling you closer in his embrace as he tilts his head to deepen the kiss, lips moving slowly and savouring the much-needed kiss.

Levi pulls away and he scoffs lightly from seeing your pout. “Cute but, not going to work, pretty girl. It’s time I cook you dinner.” His hand strokes once down your hair before he begins to walk towards the kitchen and you happily follow, grinning wide. Your heart exploding from the kiss and now your entire being bursting with joy. He’s going to cook you dinner.

“You’re cooking for me? Wow, what did I do to score such a gentleman?” You sigh out dreamily, leaning against the kitchen counter. He playfully clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, shrugging as he rolls up his sleeves to reveal his forearms. Levi then grabs the apron and it left you swooning even further, not realising it could even be possible. He wears an apron as he cooks, tight around his small waist. You watch rather intently as he washes his hands.

“Does spaghetti and garlic bread sound good? Would you prefer something else?”

He asks in his usual way too calm voice, turning the oven onto pre-heat before his hand lingers over the pantry doorknob, waiting for your response patiently. “Spaghetti sounds perfect. Is there anything I can help with?” You ask, not stepping into the kitchen just yet, afraid you might intrude on some personal space. Levi didn’t like the idea of making you cook on the first date night but he hesitates on rejecting when he looks over to see your natural pout and puppy-dog eyes. A new weakness has formed.

“...You can pour in the pasta once the water is boiling. Put an apron on and don’t hurt yourself.”

You grin widely, feeling happy from his warning and walking carefully in your heels until you’re next to him, grabbing the apron to put on along the way. You stand in front of the new pot of water, waiting for it to boil. As you wait, your eyes linger on Levi’s gorgeous hands expertly cutting up different herbs and vegetables that he needed, neatly arranging them on the board before he quickly slides in the tray that contains the garlic bread into the oven. Levi moves to stand next to you, setting a pan next to the pot and turning it on. His grey eyes shift onto yours, blindly sprinkling oil across the pan surface. He clears his throat, speaking carefully yet honestly.

“I’m happy you came over, Y/N. Giving me time to properly get to know you. Even though, since day one I already knew that I’d be wrapped around your finger, despite ignoring it.”

A low whine escapes you, only wishing you could give affection but he gave you a mission: the pasta. You avoid his piercing gaze out of shyness, carefully pouring the pasta into the boiling water. The corners of Levi’s lips twist to form a knowing smirk, using the wooden spoon to separate the mincemeat in the pan, waiting for it to be cooked.

“I’m sorry I thought you hated me—. I just think I tried to latch onto something because I was scared that if I embraced my attraction and— developing feelings for you, I’d end up hurt. Sorry for the bratty attitude, too.”

You grumble out quietly, feeling a little sheepish. Your breath hitches when you feel his warm palm pressed against your lower back, smoothing over gently before he loosely hugs your waist. His presence alone is dominating, taking everything in you to fight the urge to fall completely into his arms. He’s confident and you adore that. “It’s alright, I ended up putting you into place in my special way. I’m no artist who is perfect with words, Y/N but, I’ll be here to reassure whenever it’s needed. I don’t plan to hurt you, I’m too hooked up on you.”

Your knees are quick to feel weak from his sweet words, gripping onto the counter the stable yourself as you continue to stir the pasta. No one has ever looked at you before like Levi does. You’ve only ever felt pain from terrible experiences but he was here, looking at you and not minding the idea of you needing reassurance whenever your mind is too quick to think something. Levi’s free hand pats the top of your head, his fingertips gently rubbing against your scalp. “It’s alright now.” He mumbles before focusing on cooking once again.

The silence is comfortable. You’ve always been someone who was rather scared of being surrounded by silence, preferring to have sound and people talking but, silence feels right when it comes to Levi Ackerman. He helps you appreciate and see the beauty in being able to just stand there, next to each other and not needing to always talk.

You watch him in action. You assumed he enjoyed cooking and your biased mind is only thinking about how he makes himself look even more attractive by pouring in pasta sauce (looks already home-made) and sprinkling herbs across the surface. So deeply focused, unbothered by the strands of his silky hair that falls over his grey eyes. You smile to yourself, pleased that you get to admire him over the weekend.

Levi’s hand grips onto your waist, gently guiding you aside before he carefully scoops up one of the pieces of pasta, letting it dangle as he lightly blows on it before taking a bite, testing to see if it’s been properly boiled. “Mm, good. I’ll give you an A+ on the pasta stirring skills.” He jokes, grabbing the handles of the pot and pours everything into the strainer that sits in the sink. Your cheeks were starting to hurt from how much you were smiling, simply watching as he uses tongs to scoop up the spaghetti, arranging it neatly in two bowls before pouring the completed sauce over the noodles, sprinkling herbs as a garnish on top.

“Come.”

You follow obediently once more as if you’re a lost puppy latching onto the older male. You walk into the dining area, finally noticing that it’s already set up with pure white tablecloths and serviettes neatly folded with cutlery arranged straight. He sets the bowls down, one at the head of the table and the other next to it. “Wait.” He stops you from sitting down, standing behind you as you stop yourself from sitting, cheeks feeling warm when he swiftly unties the apron, carefully pulling it over your head before he pulls out your seat. “Th-Thanks.” You couldn’t help but stutter and Levi feels rather pleased with himself to be able to easily fluster you with small gestures. The dark-haired male helps push your chair in, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to the top of your head.

It was something that came so naturally and that’s why it left the quiet male feeling a little flustered himself, confidence lingering but still avoiding eye contact briefly. He finds himself yearning for you and even though he’s never been overly affectionate, he just couldn’t stop himself. “Let me collect the garlic bread. I won’t be too long, love.” He murmurs, squeezing your shoulders before he returns to the kitchen, swiftly stacking everything into the dishwasher after a quick rinse before finally, using oven mitts to pull the tray out and prepare the garlic bread.

You wait patiently, heels mindlessly tapping on the floor and gazing at the meal before you. It looks perfect and you’re not surprised. You glance up when Levi sets the garlic bread in the middle and settles down in his seat. Naturally, your heart flutters, remembering the kiss to the top of your head. The veins in his forearms are visible as he stretches his arms, gazing at you rather intensely. “Waiting for permission or something?” He asks teasingly, picking up his fork.

You huff quietly but still wait. You rather like the idea of receiving permission from the older man. “Eat, Y/N. We’ve cooked well.” He finally grants, twirling spaghetti with his fork and slurps up some of the noodles. You mimic him, eyes widening from the taste of the spaghetti. It’s delicious. The saltiness of the dish the right amount to not leave your face scrunching, enjoying the lingering tomatoey taste. He’s studying your expression, hoping for something good and trying to ignore how he’s fixated on your beauty.

“Holy crap, this is amazing!”

Levi snorts from your choice of words, resting his forehead against the back of his hand, happy for your approval. You both continue to take your time with the meal and talk. You learn new things about one another. How he likes cats. How you enjoy curling up with a good book, just like him. That neither of you has a preference for sweet or savoury; both are nice. You even learn that neither of you drinks alcohol. You didn’t see the appeal and would rather stick to what you already like. He heavily prefers tea, which you knew was a given since he always made cups of tea at work.

Both of your bowls were slowly starting to become empty and your chairs close to each other as possible. Levi found the courage again to rest his hand on your thigh beneath the table, thumb caressing over the sheer tights once more, eyes never leaving your visage. It leaves you squirming in your seat, yearning for more of his touch. His gaze almost becomes heavy with desire. Desire to have you in any way possible in life. At one point, his hand came up to cup your chin, the same thumb cautiously wiping away the sauce that lingered around the corner of your lips.

“Time for dessert. I’ll be back.”

You perk up a little, smiling. Levi is truly spoiling you tonight and you’re happy to try anything, though you’re finding yourself more eager to spend the night with him. To simply be in his arms because you remember how he held you in the elevator briefly, leaving you to feel safe for once in your life. Levi carried the dirty dishes and of course, stacked them away into the dishwasher. Usually, he prefers to wash dishes himself but there’s no time. He wanted to spend every minute with you.

It didn’t take him long to return. A soft gasp escapes your lips from seeing a slice of the most beautiful cake before you, noticing the swirls of chocolate cake mixed through with the vanilla, small puffs of cream along the top. “Did you—?” You ask, noticing that Levi’s hands are gold so it wouldn’t be surprising if he did bake something. It prompts a rather sad sigh from the older male, settling down into his seat. “Sadly, no. I didn’t have time to bake. I do love the idea of you eating anything I make but this will have to do. It’s from this cafe I visit often for tea. It’s lovely.”

You hum in response, only picking up the dessert fork when he picks up his own and finally, you taste the cake. It took every ounce of you to stop yourself from moaning dramatically just from the heavenly taste of the sweet cake filling your mouth. The texture of the cream mixing with the cake is so smooth, melting in your mouth and almost leaving you in a trance just from how good it was.

Levi huffs a little, taking a bite of his own. “Is this better than my spaghetti or something? Tch.” He mumbles quietly and it prompts you to giggle, wondering if he was jealous. It’d be cute if he was, after all. “Definitely not. Your spaghetti wins the competition this time but it was tough.” You scoop up the last bit of cream, oblivious to the bit that smears across your bottom lip but it doesn’t go unnoticed by Levi.

He’s staring, quietly setting down his fork. “Y/N..” Levi murmurs, dragging his chair closer until your knees touch. It leaves a shiver running up your spine, tingling at the back of your neck and itching to be touched by the man. His palm cups the back of your neck, the tips of his long fingers threading through the hair at your nape before he pulls you in for a tender kiss.

It leaves you weightless. Your fingers curl into the fabric of his dress pants, arching towards him so naturally as you drown in the sweetness that is Levi Ackerman. His wet tongue easily drags across your bottom lip to collect the leftover cream before his teeth latch onto the lower tier to give a teasing tug. You wanted it to last for eternity but, he pulls away.

“Do you want to—“

“Yes. Absolutely, yes.”

“Y/N. Don’t be so quick to say yes, I could have asked if you wanted me to murder you.”

“If that’s how I go, it’d be a blessing.”

“Oh my god, brat.”

Levi groans, pinching the bridge of his nose but he couldn’t stop himself from your silliness. You laugh, nose scrunching slightly before you stand up, pushing him back against the chair before you gracefully swing your leg over the other side and sit down, easily straddling his lap. It causes your dress to inch upwards, exposing your soft skin above the ends of your thigh-high stockings but not far enough, your body being a tease for the older male with the hot gaze. He’s staring directly down at your thighs, admiring the supple flesh and how nice it must be to squish them with his firm grip.

The tips of his fingers drag along the thick outline of the stockings, tongue darting between his lips. His mind feels intoxicated, drunk off the thoughts of you finally beneath him and to have time to properly make you feel good. A better version of heaven that a slice of cake could never give. “Do you want to go to bed? Would you prefer to watch television? I don’t watch much but..” He trails off, wanting to hear your answer.

You truly adore the vision in your head. Being able to curl up in his arms and mindlessly watch some film or documentary but, if you were going, to be honest to yourself... You didn’t want to wait anymore. Levi has been a gentleman. How he handled you in the elevator, though some may not agree that such behaviour was gentleman-like; it was in your mind. He always waited for consent and handled you with care despite the dominating roughness that lingered. He gave you pleasure. He even dropped you off at home. The way he was reassuring and would go out of his way to message you, show his intentions of wanting you. How he picked you up, gave you a gorgeous bouquet before taking you here and cooking dinner. He’s the epitome of being a gentleman and everything you want in a man. He could reveal a sadistic side in bed later on in the future and you’d adore it just as much because he respects you and already shows that he just wants you relaxed and happy.

There’s a sense of nervousness in his gaze, anxious about your eyes and even if he tried to hide it, you could see. “Let’s go to bed, Levi. I want— I want to go to bed with you.” Your voice is a mere whisper in the night, your cravings to touch him growing deeper, desire festering in your gut. Your arms snake around his neck, pulling him in close. “You can touch all of me. Can I touch all of you, as well?” You ask, your warm cheek leaning on the top of his tilted head as he leans towards your neck, breathing in your alluring scent so deeply.

He’s endeared that you asked for consent, as well as giving it. Usually, people tend to look past the need for verbal consent but it’s something Levi always adores hearing. Permission to give everything to each other. His hands slide along your sides, ghosting along your ass cheeks before he cups just beneath them, easily hoisting you up and guiding your legs to wrap properly around him. You could have gotten whiplash to know he could carry you as if you were weightless. You always worried about your weight but he’s strong. You never really knew it since the majority of his toned and beautiful muscles hide behind office clothes but you always assumed he regularly works out. The thought causes a whine to escape your lips.

“Yeah, you can touch me. Always, my darling.” Levi hums, gazing at you with all of the adoration in the universe in his steel-grey eyes. The pet name makes your heart flutter and you hug him even tighter, squeezing your legs around him as you cling. He snorts quietly, not minding that you’re clinging. He finds himself liking it. It makes him feel wanted and needed by you.

Your cheek rests on his shoulder, fingers curled around them from the back and red lips naturally pouting. You briefly admire the paintings on the walls as he walks towards the master bedroom. Levi flicks the lights on once he carried, quickly adjusting the lighting so it’s not too bright. It’s soft and perfect for the mood. “Mm, suits you.” You comment, a smile hidden in your tone as you look at the rows of books, to the circular table and chair near the tall windows and door that leads to a balcony. You could already picture him sitting there, drinking a cup of tea and enjoying the warmth of the early morning sun on his skin.

“Yeah? I like things organised, you know that.” Levi says, finally lowering you onto the queen-sized bed, hand resting on your back to make sure you’re not dropped too harshly. Him treating you like some princess for the first. A night together only leaves your heart soaring. You would be happy with anything he gives you. Happy with whatever he’s in the mood for and one day, you could show him that you’ll easily fulfil any fantasy of his. You do love being his princess already, though. Even if you wouldn’t dare whisper the confession so he could hear.

His arm wrapped around your waist hoists you further up onto the bed until your head is sinking comfortably into pillows, strands of hair fanning out across the surface of the clean sheets. Levi turns his head back, quickly unlacing his dress shoes and letting them drop to the carpet floor before he finally turns to look at you.

“Wow..” Levi whispers to himself, fingertips ghosting along your bare legs. Dragging up along your calves and around to your thighs, dipping to the inner area. Your dress is bunched up between them, covering the lace panties that already begin to feel damp just from having his piercing yet warm gaze on you. You shyly look away but he cups your chin, guiding your face back so you meet his eyes.

“You know before you came into my life..”

Levi pauses, hands now dragging up your covered stomach, not be daring just yet to pull the dress up. He’s worshipping you. The short male was going to take his time with you in and out of the dress you bought specifically for him. It leaves you light-headed but still focusing, eager to hear his thoughts.

“Everything was black and white. Until I met you, Y/N. Now all I see is colour.”

Your eyes glaze over with unshed tears, heart-thumping fast against your chest. Levi’s hand is pressed there, fingers splayed out and he could feel every beat against his palm.

“Life is beautiful with you in it. Let me show you.”

There were unspoken words still. Levi has never viewed himself as a hopeless romantic. He’s logical. Always about reality but when you walked in, all kinds of thoughts blossomed in his mind, plaguing with beauty. “Levi..” You whine out softly and he smiles for a moment, his free hand tenderly cupping your cheek and thumb grazing lightly over your lower eyelid, wiping away the few tears.

His lips connect with yours and you bring up your right hand to the back of his head, fingers dragging along the soft undercut before threading through his hair to tug on. Levi groans quietly, his tiers slotting in between yours with ease and both of your lips move slowly against his and your bodies are crushing against each other, desperate to feel one another. The short male knows how to kiss you until you’re breathless. Your lipstick is smearing across your lips from the eagerness, neither of you cared. Lips moving so slow yet deep as he devours the kiss, his daring tongue dragging between your lips before you willingly part them and he licks in.

It sounds wet and it causes your heart to race. His tongue dragging over every inch of your wet cavern, mapping out everything as if he never wants to forget. His own hands brushing along the sides of your neck, down along your shoulders and then down your arms. A featherlight touch and leaves you shivering. The kiss becomes desperate for you both. Firm enough to feel the slight ache and fast. Levi pulls away from the kiss, both of you panting.

He always adored the way you looked so completely fucked already just from a kiss. Levi plants a kiss to your once more swollen lips, coated in his saliva. “Beautiful.” He mutters, taking hold of your left leg to guide up onto his shoulder. Levi’s hands drag along the stockings, pressing a kiss to your inner ankle before easily unhooking the clasp of the heel, tugging the shoe off and discarding it to the floor. You watch him with clouds of lust over your eyes, drinking in the sight of the gorgeous male, who only takes his time.

Levi does the same for your right leg, hooking it over his shoulder, kissing the inside of your ankle before discarding the shoe. Hands rubbing up and down the tights as he stares at them, fixated.

“Do you like the stockings?” You ask through a soft voice and he smirks slightly, nails grazing along with the fabric. “Oh, I adore them.” He responds, fingers hooking into the left stocking. “But, for tonight, I want to strip you bare and see you. Will you allow me?” He asks, waiting. You nod your head frantically, squirming on the sheets.

“That’s my girl.”

You groan quietly, feeling you could explode from your giddiness just from that sentence alone. Your legs are resting over his shoulders still but it doesn’t stop him from finally tugging the first tights down, exposing your smooth flesh, there are faint stretch marks across your thighs and he could see them properly, sparking insecurity. Levi removes the last of the pair before easing your legs back down onto the bed.

His fingers brush along the faint marks and he shifts his gaze to your face. “I especially love these. Good thing I got rid of the tights.” Levi says as your hands shyly cover your face. You feel fingers instantly around your wrists, tugging your hands away. “No hiding.” Levi orders with a quiet yet firm tone and you nod wordlessly, face feeling hot.

Pleased with your obedience, he leans down to kiss you once more, the weight of his body leaning against you. “Levi, you already make me feel so good.” You mumble against his lips, thighs squeezing together. His lips press along your jawline, nipping at the flesh before his tongue drags slowly along the shell of your ear, whispering.

“That’s all I want. In and out of the bedroom.”

Your fingers curl around his tie that’s between your bodies, playfully tugging. “You have nothing off. Unfair.” You huff, beginning to loosen it. Levi rolls his eyes but there’s a smile lingering on his lips. Quietly, he pulls it over his head but, instead of discarding it, he loops it around your wrists and tighten, leaving you to gasp out of surprise and unable to pull your hands out as his grip stays firm on the other end.

There’s something that ignites in you. The urge to try bondage with this beautiful man one day. Properly. You keep your tied hands against your chest. His lustful gaze shifts to the bound hands before they close, his wet tongue dancing lightly across your bare neck between open-mouth and hot kisses. “You’d look so pretty in rope, Y/N. Just a thought.” He teases, warm breath fanning across the saliva and leaves you shivering. Levi knows the power he holds over you now and he uses it with ease. He kept his hold on the black tie and you could only shift, enjoying the feeling of the fabric digging into your wrists. He’s nipping harsh enough to allow small yet dark bruising to appear across your neck, littering with the possessive marks down to your exposed collarbones.

Levi briefly checks on you, wanting to see if there are any signs of pleasure and that you weren’t uncomfortable. You definitely weren’t. Your eyes closed and swollen lips parted as you pant. A sight he’s growing to love. He truly loves to worship you. As his goddess from his version of heaven. The flat of his tongue drags across your collarbones, gently blowing air until you’re whimpering. He lets out a content hum and the tip of his tongue dips between your breasts and drags down teasingly until his tongue meets fabric.

The dark-haired man pulls away, now kneeling between your spread legs and a hum of approval escapes. You looked adorable with your hands bound by his tie, lips pouting as you only want to touch him in return. Deciding to be lenient on this special night, his finger wiggles between your wrist and the tie before pulling until it loosens, throwing it onto the floor.

“Since you’ve been such a good girl, I guess I can please you a little.” Levi teases once more, knowing full well that it was going to be an immense amount of pleasing later on. His long fingers come up to the top button of his shirt and finally, he begins to unbutton. Slowly. Ever so slowly and you could have ripped the shirt if you weren’t being so obedient right now, heart thrilled with the praise.”

You watch as his toned chest is exposed at first, looking like the perfect place to rest your head on and succumb to sleep. Then, his chiselled abs appear; looking so firm from regular workouts. “Hell—“ You cut yourself off, being in absolute awe and breathless as he tosses his shirt aside.

“Hm?”

Levi cocks his head to the side, waiting. The smirk on his lips is tugging at your heartstrings. He’s personally always viewed his health as important, though he never really worked out just for a gorgeous figure. It was just a bonus that he doesn’t often think about. “You’re so hot and I want to touch you, please.” You quietly beg, hoping the puppy-dog eyes would do the trick as your fingertips brush along the lines of his abs.

“Not yet. I like making you wait. Getting all needy. It’s still my turn.” Levi leans down to press kisses along the valley of your breasts and there was no time to complain before you’re shivering from his heated touch. “Lean up.” He commands and you immediately oblige, lifting your upper body and share a kiss with the older male as he unhooks the tiny clasp before slowly unzipping the dress.

Levi pulls away to watch as the straps fall off of your shoulders, the dress pooling down your waist and revealing the lace bra that just covers up your sensitive nipples. He exhales out slowly, taking in the sight as his hands slip under the dress, waiting for you to lay back down so he could wiggle the dress off of you, leaving you left in only the lingerie set. The lingerie is black, so the wet patch on your panties is barely visible, squirming when you feel the fabric ride up between your cheeks.

He’s staring for a very long time, hands rubbing up and down slowly and he’s in his world, admiring your body that he only wishes to kiss every inch of, leave you whining for more as you arch up into his touch. “You’re so beautiful. Leaving me so speechless, I just want to do everything for you.” Levi mutters and you bite down on your lower lip, not having the patience to allow him to strip you off completely.

So, your arms reach behind your back, grasping onto your bra as you slowly unhook it, still staring up at him and noticing how his grey eyes seem to darken. The straps drag along your arms and finally, you expose your breasts to the male that you have been dreaming of for months. “Fuck..” He mutters under his breath, shifting himself to lean over you as his hands cup your breasts to give a tender squeeze.

Heaven. He is in heaven as he appreciates the softness of your breasts, thumbs caressing just around the edge of your areolas. You couldn’t hold back the soft whimper as he makes contact with your sensitive buds and he takes that as an invitation to wrap his soft lips around the left nub to suck teasingly on, pinching the right one and twisting slightly. He feels his cock throbbing against his briefs, causing him to groan quietly from the ache.

His wet muscle swirls around the left nipple, sucking briefly and peppering kisses against it. He wants to take his time with worshipping your breasts alone, enjoying the way your fingers thread through his hair to harshly pull on. He scatters kisses across your left breast, trailing over to the right and sucking on the supple flesh to allow more bruises to blossom, wanting to mark you up completely.

“O-Oh, Levi. Pl-Please.”

You stutter out weakly between moans, your legs loosely wrapping around his waist to pull in. His hips are angled down and you could feel the way his crotch is press against your inner thigh and so you shift your leg to rub against his throbbing erection, causing him to nip at your right nipple as he groans out softly. You’re in complete bliss, long lashes fluttering before your eyelids close, focusing on his touch.

Levi’s tongue drags along the bud, hands pressing on the sides of your breasts to squish them together, making you arch your back and shivers spreading across your body. Your hair was already messy from your squirming. You lost count of the minutes of how long he spent just kissing and groping your breasts, hands moving to massage them gently and causing your pussy to feel so wet. It’d probably cause a damp spot to appear on his pants too if he just angled himself a bit further.

The short male finally pulls away, sighing out hard. His lips look swollen and glistening from his saliva. Levi looked like the one completely fucked out now, chest rising and falling with each pant, completely wrapped up in his addiction that is you. The air of the room is against the saliva across your breasts, making you shiver even further from the pleasant coldness. You wrap your arms around his neck to pull him in for another kiss and he obliges, kissing you deeply with all of the need he feels for you.

Gracefully, you roll both of you over until you’re sitting on top of him, only wearing your panties. “Y/N..” He calls out softly, hands resting on your thighs and squeezes. “You can give me more pleasure soon but it’s your turn now.” You reason with him and he couldn’t deny your touch any longer.

“Tch, how could I deny what you want, love. Such a princess.” He murmurs, not being the type to use pet names regularly but with you, they fall from his lips so easily. “My princess.” He corrects himself, the muscles in his arms flexing for a moment as he stretches. You shift until your covered pussy is directly against his covered cock and slowly, you roll your hips forward and coax a moan out of the gorgeous male from the sweet friction.

Your hands are ghosting along with his beautiful figure, wanting to map it out with your touch to remember and he is the most beautiful you’ve ever met, You bend over to press a chaste kiss to his lips, slowly licking into his open mouth and flicking your tongue against his before you trail kisses to his chin and then along to the right, nipping at his sharp jawline. He slowly breathes in, trying to keep himself composed despite the desperation to release his erection from its confinements.

You couldn’t help but giggle now that he’s the one at mercy, biting firmly on his pale flesh, sucking hard enough to produce your possessive marks, scattering them across his neck and chest, tongue soothing over the subtle pain the bite marks left behind. Levi’s fingers brush through your hair, pulling as he arches up into your touch, muttering curses beneath his breath. The flat of your tongue drags across his nipples and you whine from the surprising tug on your hair but only encourages you to tease him further, kissing over them and suckling gently before you leave a trail of wet kisses slowly down his chest, pressing your face against the abdomen and breathing in his comforting scent that almost lulls you to relax if it wasn’t for how needy you felt.

Finally, your mouth makes contact with the top of his belt and your body is laying between his legs, glancing up to see the dark hickeys that spread across his upper body and you admire the masterpiece that is Levi Ackerman. Levi breathes in deeply once more as he watches you unbuckle his belt, dragging the strap through the buckle until it becomes undone. You hoist yourself up for a moment, wiggling down his ironed slacks, licking your lips at the sight of the obvious bulge, whimpering softly.

“I bet you have the prettiest cock, Levi. I can’t wait to feel it throb in my hand and taste it with my mouth. ‘m feeling so needy for you.”

You purr out softly and his gaze is hot on you, never daring to look away. The back of his hand caresses your warm cheek before firmly gripping your chin, voice soft and full of adoration for you.

“Show me what you can do.”

The words send shivers up your spine, tugging his pants off completely and kicking them aside. You couldn’t stop yourself from leaning down to nuzzle your face against his bulge, feeling his cock twitch beneath the thin fabric and it makes you tilt your head to drag your tongue flat across the entire length of it, leaving a wet stripe behind on the briefs. “God..” Levi mumbles in awe at the adorable sight.

He lifts his hips with ease when your fingers hook beneath the elastic, hissing in response when you playfully snap it against his flesh, watching a light shade of red appear from the contact. With no patience left in you, you finally slide his briefs down until his thick cock springs out, slapping against his lower stomach.

Oh. You were right. His cock is beautiful. It was big but not scarily huge. Long enough that you know it will fill you up in all the right places. Beautifully thick and slightly curved with protruding veins. It also looks clean, especially with his pubes neatly trimmed around the base. Something stupidly rare among the male beings. You love that he cares so deeply about hygiene and keeping clean.

“I was right.” You purr once more, wrapping your fingers around the base of his thickness and feeling it pulsate within your snug grip. Pre-cum is already leaking at the rosy tip. He’s gritting his teeth to prevent himself from making sounds as pleasure surges up through his body from finally feeling something. You slowly stroke upwards, admiring the weight of his cock in your hand, thumb rubbing in circular motions around the sensitive tips and he finally slips out a moan of your name.

Your heart flutters from the sweet sound. “Lube?” You ask gently and he manages to gesture towards his drawers. You lean over to open it, grabbing the small bottle of lubricant. You wanted this to be as pleasurable as possible for him, squeezing a generous amount onto your hand. “I hate being impatient but hurry.” Levi huffs and you quickly wrap all of your fingers around the base. You begin to steadily stroke your hand along with his throbbing cock, your hold nice and snug. The lubricant easily covering the length and making each stroke dry of painful friction and leaving Levi melting into the mattress.

Levi has always been sensitive and easily wrapped up in pleasure. He keeps his head tilted back on the pillows and focuses completely on the warmth of your hand surrounding his cock, leaving water-based lubricant dripping along the length of it. You bite down on your lip, feeling blessed to be able to witness him visibly relax and all thanks to the pleasure that you give. Your wrist flicks with each stroke, gliding your hand up to the very tip and down towards the base. Unable to control yourself, you lower yourself until your tongue could swirl around the head of his pulsating cock. He groans in response, gazing at you beneath his half-closed lids, chewing on his lower lip.

His stomach is taught when his body tenses as he prevents himself from shivering. You continue to swirl your tongue around the head and pressing teasingly against the leaking slit. You faintly taste saltiness mixed with the sweetness of the lubricant before you finally wrap your lips with faint marks of your lipstick, around the head of his cock.

“Fuck, Y/N..” He breathes out softly from the wet warmth of your mouth and you bob your mouth at a slow pace still, not daring to pick up the pace just yet. Your head tilts forward as you slide your lips down to meet the top of your stroking hand, lips dragging as you move back up along his cock, now steadily moving to match the strokes of your hand around the base of his cock.

You slurp up the saliva that threatens to seep out the corners of your lips, spitting it directly onto his cock for that brief moment you pull your mouth off, only to wrap your lips around too eagerly and hungrily, move your mouth along Levi’s throbbing cock. The wet sounds become audible the quicker you move, feeling his fingers tighten their grip on your hair and causing you to whine in response to the pain, only loving it as it’s a reminder of how succumbed he is to the ecstasy of your lips. You keep your jaw slack, pushing further and further until the head of his length presses against the back of your throat. He moans from feeling the velvety feeling of your wet inner cheeks rubbing against the sides of his cock, your tongue pressed flat against the underside.

You don’t have much experience yet and so you gag around his cock as his hips automatically buck and he pushes briefly on the back of your head, not daring to force his cock further in without discussion. His grey eyes roll back, lips parted as he breathes heavily. You swallow around his cock, feeling the ache in your jaw but not wanting to pull away. You rather love having your mouth stuffed full of Levi’s cock. You gag every time you bob your mouth down, one hand gripping onto his toned thigh and the other cupping his balls to give a massage, fondling gently. Your thighs clenched tight as your clit throbs, desperate for some kind of touch to your wet womanhood.

“Fuck, alright— Y/N.”

He groans out loudly, stomach feeling tight and toes curling as finally he feels that familiar urge to release but he pulls on your hair, your lips dragging along the thick cock before there’s an audible wet pop, a string of saliva connected from the head of his cock to your parted lips. You pout, wanting him to cum in your mouth. Saliva is dribbling down your chin and he finds that there is one kind of mess he loves at the moment and that’s you. Spit. Cum. Sweat. He’d love it all.

Your panting heavily and body is already feeling like jelly and he guides you on top of him, one hand cupping the back of your neck and his other arm wrapped around your waist to pull you flush against his beautiful naked body as he kisses you deeply, not phased by the taste of his pre-cum mixed with lube and spit. You melt into his embrace, cupping his chin.

“Such a good girl. You did so well.”

You mewl softly in response to his praise, the words tattooed on your mind forever as you kiss him once more. Levi seems pleased, still hazy from his pleasure and god did he want to paint your throat white but he didn’t want to finish before you. He will always hold himself off. You try to angle yourself until the head of his cock is pressed against your panties, pouting. “Please, just wan’ be filled up by you.” You plead but it falls onto ears that refuse to listen to your adorable pleading.

“Oh, love. I’m not done with you. You only paused it all.”

Swiftly, he turns you around and you gasp out of surprise, finding that you’re laying on your back once more, gazing up at him. He smiles softly, cupping your cheeks as he presses a chaste kiss to your lips, puffy from so much kissing. He takes his time as he kisses back down, pecking over the hickeys, down the valley of your breasts once more and teasingly pinches your nipples, causing you to whimper and arch up into his touch. His hands are ghosting along your sides, caressing your stomach that he presses more kisses, leaving them wet until finally, he’s the one between your legs. Both hands are firm on your inner thighs, forcing them to stretch and stay in place. Levi’s nails dig into the flesh of your thighs and you enjoy the slight sting of pain they provide.

“Levi—“

You choke out softly when his fingers drag along your covered womanhood, feeling hot with both the embarrassment of how wet you sound but also how Levi reacts. He reminds you of a beast that has been starved for a long time, ready to swallow you whole and drown you in rapid waves of ecstasy. “You’re drenched. Are you that easily turned on from attention and sucking my cock?” He teases and leaves you stuttering and searching for words but the filth he says only drives you further down the rabbit hole.

Levi is versatile when it comes to bedroom activities. He loves to worship and bring you joy but if he’s able to tease you with a brief visit of his sadistic side, he will. He finds it cute to see you all frazzled and simply whining, arching for his touch. The corners of his lips curl up into a smile, content that he can drive you to the point of dripping so much with barely touching your pussy.

Not wanting to wait any longer, Levi’s pearly whites latch onto the hem of the lace panties, hands slipping beneath your figure to encourage you to lift your hips before he begins to drag down the panties with only his teeth and a little bit of your wiggling. Only Levi could make such action look so graceful and out of this world. He takes hold of the panties with only his index finger and holding them up and your hands almost flew up to your face too high as you realised that they were almost completely wet from your juices. In your defence, you were wearing them for a long ass while as he kissed your body, leading to his cock shoved down your throat.

“Cute.”

Levi hums, flicking them onto the floor before he’s laying down on his toned stomach, arms wrapping around your thighs from beneath, hands tenderly massaging the soft flesh. The dark-haired male leans in close until he begins to leave a trail of featherlight kisses along your inner thighs that quiver in response. “The most beautiful, Y/N.” Levi whispers as if only wanting you to hear and not the world. Just for your ears. Intimacy is blossoming so easily between you both. So natural despite Levi not usually being the type to give it out so easily. For you, he’d give you the world.

Levi thinks he’s selfish, though. Giving you the world and yet, wanting to take you. Take you completely and make him his. Devoted to you and so incredibly possessive. Even though, he tries his best to hide it. If only he realised that to you, he is your world and you selfishly want him to yourself, as well.

A small smile appears when his soft lips drag along the faint stretch marks. Nearly anyone could get them and yet society shuns it. Not Levi. He wanted to remind you that every part of you is breathtakingly beautiful. His tongue slowly drags up closer to your dripping pussy, dipping between the area where your thigh meets it. So close but not enough. You huff, trying to angle yourself but he pulls away, repeating the delicate kisses across your other exposed thigh. Your fingers brush through his hair, pushing it up to expose more of his undercut; something you always found beyond attractive.

His right-hand ghosts over your other thigh and lightly slaps against the flesh, causing a sting to spread across and causing you to moan out for him, pulling on his hair firmly. Nails dig into the flesh before dragging up towards your womanhood and finally, he touches you. Two of his fingers dip between your slick folds to slowly spread and his breath hitches. You’re so wet. He watches as the wetness makes contact with the tips of his fingers and he rubs them against his thumb, admiring how slippery it feels. You watch intensely, eyes holding fire of lust as he smirks, bringing them up to his lips before he sucks the juices loudly off of his fingers, groaning in response to the taste.

“So damn sweet..” Levi comments before bringing his hand back to your cunt. Slender fingers drag slowly up and down, the tips between your folds and you feel your hole clench with the need to have something inside of you. You whimper quietly and suddenly your body jerks as pleasure surges through you, his thumb pressing down against your sensitive clit and rubbing gently in a circular motion.

You feel shivers race up your spine, body relaxing into the bed and toes curling. Levi keeps his eyes on you, drinking up your reactions as his fingers continue to tease along your folds before his index finger slowly presses against your entrance and eases in with the help of your slick. Your walls squeeze around his finger and he pumps it in and out at the same old pace, trailing kisses down your pussy until the very edge of your folds.

His eyes flutter close as his tongue dips in to gently flick against your pulsing clit, groaning at the sweet taste. His wrist turns with each push and pulls of his index finger, the middle finger now teasing around the edge of your entrance. You’re already wrapped up in pleasure as a whimpering cry escapes your bruised lips.

“Pl-Please, more!”

He obliges quickly. Levi’s switches out his index with both his middle and ring finger, fingering you slow and deep. The pads of his fingers rub against your warm, velvety walls and his tongue laps at your clit, flicking quickly before he drags long stripes from where his fingers are, up towards your clit that throbs with pleasure. You’re already slipping away and drowning in this heavenly feeling that he blesses you with.

Goosebumps appear along your arms and you’re shivering, weakly pulling on his hair, nails dragging along his scalp. “Fuck, you taste so good.” Levi groans against your dripping cunt, slurping up your juices hungrily and not bothered by how filthy he must seem in the moment. His fingers inside of you stretch out slightly, curling to find that sweet spot once more that he found so easily after work.

He found it almost instantly and knew when your upper body almost jerks upwards and gasping loudly. It’s overwhelming, always being sensitive to the pleasure but happily getting drunk with it. His lips twist to form an open-smile smirk, angling his fingers to continue to rub against that sweet spot inside of you, coaxing your orgasm further and further closer. Levi shifts his face down until his tongue can wiggle into your stretched hole with his long fingers, his moans causing pleasant vibrations.

Moans never stopped leaving you and whimpering cries are ripped out of you, head tilting to bury into the pillow. You feel his tongue dragging across the shallow walls of your pussy, still happily slurping up your juices. He’s ravishing you completely, wanting to paint your reactions in his brain for eternity. “Le— I need to—“ You try to warn him but he didn’t seem to care.

In fact, he wants you to cum. He wants you to cum and squirt all over him again except this time on his face. People always pictured as someone who hates any kind of form of mess. It’s not true. The mere idea of the girl he adores making such a wet mess is appealing to him. He handles it with ease. Sex is dirty. It’s sweaty. It’s wet. He loves it all. It’s natural. The only thing he hates is not being able to clean up after finishing. He wouldn’t be able to just lay there in the mess and ignore it. He wants both himself and you to feel clean and proper afterwards. So yeah, he’d love it if you made a mess on his face. The dark-haired male brings his tongue back up to swirl across your clit, fingers rapidly thrusting into you, consistently rubbing against your g-spot and pushing you further and further until you finally orgasm.

The fingers that were pressed into you, swiftly pull out as you felt your pussy clenching and your clit pulsating further than before. You did squirt. Harder than ever before and you didn’t think it was possible. It was messy as your juices spurt out from release, landing in heavy drops and splattering on the lower half of Levi’s face. He’s panting softly, not giving your body time to recover from your first climax before he’s burying his face between your thighs that now clench firmly on either side of his face.

You’re more sensitive than usual and so as his tongue drags thick stripes across your cunt, you choked back a sob, almost delirious from the amount of pleasure that continued to crash over you in waves. Your body trembles in the bed, muscles jerking and it’s like your breath is completely knocked out of your lungs from Levi’s relentless behaviour.

He didn’t care about your cum dripping from his face, only very content that he could make you squirt when he felt like it but what he loves? Overstimulation. Oh, it’s beautiful to him. The idea of making you come over and over, getting completely lost and even your cunt throbbing with pain from the repetitive orgasms. Levi lets out a low growl, tongue teasing your clit before trailing down to your clenching hole and he pushes his tongue past the rim of it, licking up along your walls.

It sounds incredibly wet but you found yourself turned on from experiencing an apparent starving man devouring your pussy even through the first orgasm. You’re panting heavily, weakly pulling on his hair, strands of your sticking to your temple thanks to sweat. “Levi, pl-please, I’ll—“

“I want you to.” He cuts you off gently, words muffled by his mouth pressed eagerly onto your cunt, lapping at the ribbed walls of your womanhood. You had no control this time. How could you? He’s pushing past what you usually handle naturally and god, you’re in heaven. Levi so badly wants to feel your tight heat wrap around his cock and squeeze but he wants to make you orgasm once more.

It only took a few minutes and you genuinely tried to hold it back but you’re wrapped tight around his beautiful fingers and he can tug at the strings, making you climax as many times as he pleases. You shudder hard, your mind wiped clean and only seeing stars for a moment as you orgasm. This time, it wasn’t as messy because he wasn’t stimulating your g-spot for some time but it all still felt so good, leaving you feeling hot and like jelly, barely able to move your shaking muscles.

There’s an ache behind this orgasm this time but you embrace it, finding that you rather love the pain wrapped up in the sweet pleasure of an orgasm. Your muscles are difficult to move and you naturally flinch from his tongue once more dragging up the folds of your cunt. Even with your mind-wiped and feeling completely fucked out, you wanted to finally feel Levi inside of him. You were still feeling so damn needy for the older male.

Levi kneels up, one hand giving your thigh a reassuring squeeze and the other rather casually wiping his face clean of your mess that still threatened to drip. The dark lust that clouds over his steel-grey eyes are matching yours. You both want more.

“You make me feel so good..”

You slur out quietly, wrapping your arms around his neck and he easily obliges when you pull him in. Levi presses a heated kiss to your lips, feeling your legs wrap around him and his hand glides up your leg, squeezing the side of your ass.

“My dumb baby. I adore that you already look so fucked and it’s only going to continue love. Do you want to continue? Not pushing you too far?”

Your heart flutters from the fact that he checks on you, even though you’re already trying to angle yourself to rub on his throbbing cock that you twitch against you.

“No condom. In me. Now.”

You attempt to command through a pout and Levi couldn’t help but snort, appreciating your attempt but he pulls away, making you lay completely on your back.

“No condom. Are you sure?”

“No! Wan’ your cum buried inside of me. Want it to drip out! Please?”

You ask with a sigh, ignoring how your body feels so weak yet so warm. You desperately need him inside of you, eager to push for a third orgasm since no other man has done that for you before. Let alone actually made you come. Levi bites back a groan, already picturing the pretty sight of your cunt dripping with his white sticky mess. His long fingers curl around the base of his cock and he shifts himself to kneel between your quivering thighs properly.

He pushes his hips forward, teasingly dragging his lubricated cock between your folds, gazing at your face when he slaps the first inch or so of his cock against your overly sensitive clit a few times. You gasp at the contact, hand coming up to grip onto his shoulder, nails digging harshly into the flesh. You whimper, addicted to the pain and Levi is memorising your cute reaction from such an obscene gesture. Levi may not be in his sadistic headspace but at the back of his mind, he could already see fantasies build-up of slapping your pussy directly and watching you squirm and whine from the pleasurable sting that leaves your pussy throbbing.

Now isn’t the time for that. He smiles softly, completely in awe of you. He presses the head of his cock against your entrance.

“Ready?”

You’re flattered that he’s asking once more. Levi is always the gentleman, even though such hot and heavy moments. Just checking on you one more time. You nod your head eagerly and finally, he pushes the bulbous head of his cock past the tight rim of your hole and thankfully, the sting of the stretch is very subtle and you didn’t mind the ache of your overstimulated pussy, feeling completely relaxed beneath him.

Levi’s head falls forward, brows knitting together and eyes closing tight, lips parted to allow a moan to fall out from feeling the warmth of your pussy finally wrapping around the thickness of his cock, slowly as he takes his time pushing into you. You squeeze around his invading cock, feeling it stretch you out. Your juices as well as the lubricant making him slide in with no painful friction.

Levi completely bottoms out inside of you. His throbbing cock completely inside of you and he lowers himself against you, one arm wrapping around your waist and the other tenderly stroking your cheek with the back of his hand. You whimper and he gently shushes you, pressing a soft kiss to your swollen lips, not bothered by the smeared lipstick. “You feel so good, Y/N. So tight for me, hm?

A shaky breath escapes him, pressing you further against the mattress and he takes hold of your hand, lacing his long fingers with yours and giving a squeeze. It sort of grounds you despite your head being up in the clouds, tears sticking to your long lashes. Finally, Levi is filling you up and you were when his thick and beautiful cock could fill you up in the right places. The velvety walls slick with your wetness squeezes tight around his cock and pulling him just that tiny bit further. His thumb caresses your hand and both of you simply melt into the moment, feeling connected more than ever before.

His other hand cups your cheek, half-lidded gaze fulling of longing and you just know that you belong to him. Completely. His name carved in gold across your soul. Levi leans forward to press another kiss to your lips, slowly pulling his hips out and managing to stop himself from moaning too loud when your wells cling onto his cock, dragging. As if your body responds on its own and refuses to part.

“So fucking heavenly. Warm and tight, Y/N. Love being inside of you and filling you up. Going to fuck you so good, hm? Make you come again, can you handle that?”

His filthy words are magic to your ears, the same set of words buzzing in your mind and you whimper, tightening your hold on his hand that is linked with yours. “Take me, Levi. Swallow me whole and keep for eternity.” You whisper breathlessly and Levi accepts that as the sign to continue.

Levi fucks into you slow, wanting to savour the addicting feeling of your pussy clamping around him and the wet sounds that fill the empty space of the room. The dark-haired male is kissing along your neck once more. You could feel every pulsating moment of his hard cock when he slides in and out of you, hips moving gracefully with each thrust. Your mouth hangs open as broken moans escape, completely delirious and almost exhausted because of your previous orgasms.

It brought tears to your eyes and Levi thinks you look so pretty, enjoying the sight of the tears gliding down your warm cheeks. “Pretty. Such a pretty girl.” He grunts quietly, tongue dragging flat across the tears, collecting them and swallowing. You purr out his name, eyes barely able to keep focus but god, you love the feel of his cock fucking into you; fucking you dumb.

“Mm, fuck. My girl looks completely fucked out, hm? I’ll take care of you.”

It’s like his filter is off once he’s thrusting into you and you didn’t mind at all. You wanted to be the reason behind him momentarily losing his control. “Fa-ah!” He read your mind and snapped his hips forward, pushing all of his cock back into you, stretching you out and leaving you trembling. Your laced fingers with his become undone and you wrap your arms beneath his shoulders, nails dragging down his back.

All you could think was his name. Over and over. You could feel that it felt like your version of heaven despite the slight aches from your previous climaxes but that’s it. It was all feeling it. You couldn’t even form coherent sentences as he fucks faster into you; fast and deep. Always hitting the right spot that causes pleasure to surge through you. The sounds of his skin slapping firmly against yours joins your cries of ecstasy, sobbing with tears still appearing.

You didn’t want him to stop. He didn’t want to. Levi hisses quietly from feeling your nails break the skin of his back and leave faint scratch marks. His masochistic side thrilled from the sting of pain. “That’s it, love. Fuck— Doing so well for me.” Levi’s groan drags out, head tilting back for a moment when he feels your walls clench along with his pulsating cock.

The dark-haired male gazes down at you, tenderness sneaking through the clouds of lust. He never thought of himself as attracted to the idea of breaking someone in from too much pleasure and having them babbling between tears and moaning his name but now, it’s becoming one of his favourite things to do easily. Levi’s hands grip firmly onto your hips, holding you down and drags his cock slowly out of you until only his leaking tip is in, juices dripping from his cock already before he slams into you, watching as your breasts jiggle with each hard impact of his thrusts.

You turned into a completely fucked out, a dumb girl who couldn’t do anything but enjoy every wave of pleasure crashing over you, bringing you closer to your third orgasm. Somehow you managed to hold it, biting down on his shoulder weakly but he pushes you back down, a brief kiss to your forehead. Such a sweet gesture that doesn’t line up with the hard movements of his hips.

“Good girl. Nearly— Nearly there.”

Levi breathes out his praise heavily, sweat against his temples and his abdomen tensing as he holds back his own orgasm as well, not wanting to finish just yet. He’s too addicted to you. Levi is completely addicted to how the velvety ribbed walls of your pussy are dripping and clenching to his long cock that drills into you. His thrusts are relentless, one hand coming to cup your right breast and squeeze harshly, slapping it lightly to watch the soft tissue jiggle even further.

Your eyes go almost cross-eyed as you look up at him, saliva dribbling down your chin as you whimpered out his name, barely able to roll your hips to meet each of his direct thrusts, his cock easily going in deep and he’s grunting every time he thrusts forward, balls slapping against your ass. It’s filthy and raw but the intimacy between you both is still there, gazing at each other out of fondness despite you feeling like your head is empty and fucked out. The squelching sound only adds to the filthiness, feeling his hand cupping your chin and fingers digging into your cheeks.

“Open.”

He slurs out softly, drunk off of the feeling of your pussy and you obediently open your mouth, eyes appearing glassy. Levi leans in close, dragging his tongue into your wet tongue lazily before he pulls away slightly. He gathers the spit in his mouth before he spits it out into your wet cavern. You let out a pleased mewl before you swallow his saliva, giggling between your moans.

He’s smiling at how delirious you’ve become, grunting as his hips stutter for a moment when you squeeze around his cock once more as if wanting to milk his cum straight out of veiny cock. “Cu- ah, nn—“ You blabber out, your stomach feeling hot and tight with the need to orgasm, barely able to hold onto him, arms weak and by your head.

“Come for me, Y/N.”

A shiver runs up your spine and once more you melt, body feeling like jelly. Your walls spasm around his cock, repeatedly clenching with your clit throbbing. Your body feels numb and you could barely keep your eyes open from the orgasm, feeling so, so good and floaty but it hurts, not used to coming multiple times. You like it. You like it a lot.

The feeling of your slick walls squeezing around his cock is enough to send him over the cliff, crashing down into his ocean of pleasure. He’s shuddering, biting down on his lip to muffle the moans that drag out of his chest. The short male is hunched forward until his forehead is pressing against your shoulder, his slow thrust now sloppy as he finally releases inside of you, the hot sticky cum painting your walls and filling you up.

You whine softly when you feel him pumping inside of you, weakly holding onto him still and you both slump against the bed. Your hair is messy and tangled with sweat, your body feeling warm and it took everything in you to not fall asleep right there from exhaustion. Levi’s hand is soothingly rubbing along your side, warm breath fanning across your neck as he mumbles reassuring praises.

Levi stays inside of you for a good few minutes, lips brushing against your jawline. The silence is comfortable once more, something you embrace easily. “Don’t fall asleep, love.” He whispers, gazing at you with warmth. The tears on your face are dried up, eyes droopy and you manage to smile. You’re slowly coming down from your third high, nuzzling against him and your thoughts now becoming more clear.

You wonder if you did well. If he enjoyed it as much as he did because for you, this was the best sex you’ve ever had. Yeah, it was a little filthy and raw. You’re both littered with hickeys and you eagerly swallowed his spit when his soft tone commanded you to. It was sloppy and the sheets are wet with your mess and even so, everything felt so perfect and even romantic. He was beautiful the way he worshipped every inch of your body, letting you feel wanted for once. Levi treated you with respect, something you never had.

Tears appear once more, both relief and doubts washing over you and Levi pull back slightly when he heard your sniffling. Ah, you were experiencing a minor sub drop after coming down from your high. It’s natural for something like this to happen. He smiles softly, cupping your cheek as he presses reassuring kisses to your lips. His reassurance always came in small gestures and services but for you? He’d give you the world.

“My good girl, you made me feel so good. You must be so tired but we need to have a bath, hm? Nod if you understand.” His thumbs brush away the tears and he slowly pulls his now soft cock out of you, noticing how some of his cum dribbles out of your entrance.

You nod your head and he guides your arms to wrap around his neck, clearing his throat. Levi is coming down from his high, feeling rather dirty with how he lost control so easily with you in bed. It’s not that he would ever scare you but it’s not like he thinks daily of spitting into your mouth and teasing you with words of filth. Still, he enjoyed it all immensely.

Levi is naturally quiet, easily scooping you up when your body felt like jelly, his grip on you is firm. His grey eyes hold adoration for you, walking towards the bathroom and flicking the light on to reveal the modern bathroom, spacious and clean. He presses his lips to your forehead, setting you on the counter.

“Y/N, listen to my voice, okay? Let me take care of you. I want you to remember that I enjoyed it all. I’m going to prepare the bath, okay? I’m just a few metres away.”

Levi drags a fresh towel over your lap to try and keep you warm, giving your hand a light squeeze. You feel thankful that he’s using his words despite not being much of a talker. He’s reassuring you in so many ways that the sniffling is quiet now and you’re starting to feel content, remembering that you both had fun and connected.

The dark-haired male briefly pushes back his hair, walking over to the bathtub and turns on the taps, adjusting the temperature. “Still in the clouds?” He asks, preparing a bubble bath with soft scents of lavender and vanilla. It relaxes you. Not really in the headspace and able to speak coherently, you laugh softly.

“I’m not, I’m okay. I’m sorry I— cried after. It just hit me out of nowhere.”

Levi hums in response to your words, setting some supplies near the edge once the water has filled up the tub. He walks over, hands resting on either side of you, making you meet his gaze. His eyes aren’t wavering.

“Don’t apologise, Y/N. Such a drop in headspace is natural. Especially after a first time with someone. Your head begins to think if the other person enjoyed it as much as you. Did you enjoy it?”

Your cheeks feel hot, nodding your head.

“Y-Yeah.”

“I enjoyed it as well. Did anything make you feel uncomfortable?”

“No, but I feel kind of embarrassed for liking things so much. It’s like— society says it’s not normal.”

“Tch. We all have our kinks and some of them can appear even through vanilla-like sex. It doesn’t matter what they think. We’re two consenting adults.”

You couldn’t help but bite back a grin. He’s always been so subtle with his opinions but strongly logical. It makes sense. You sit in silence and watch Levi grab a wipe. One hand cupping your chin to keep your head still before he begins to clean your face, wiping the makeup off carefully, along with the dry tears. Levi discards the wipe into the bin and hoists you up, carrying you gracefully over to the bath and carefully lowers you in. Always so gentle. Good thing that he didn’t make you walk since you practically felt like you were made out of jelly. Levi steps over the ledge and lowers himself into the water behind you, legs spread out next to yours and he sighs out softly.

You look over your shoulder and your eyes meet his. Something blossomed in your chest, causing you to speak up. “I care for you, Levi. I’ll do anything to make you happy.” Your voice is soft and this time, Levi’s heart is fluttering and he almost felt shy. “Tch, turn around.” He jokes, forcing you to turn around before he grabs a soft cloth. Levi begins to lather you up, washing you clean of sweat from your upper body, grateful you couldn’t see the smile that lingers on his tiers or the rosy tint to his cheeks.

You lean back into him, finding his touch to be so light and you wrap his free arm around you, resting your chin on his forearm. He obliges. “I care about you, too. Y/N. Thank you for tonight. I’d like to see you even more. Not just for sex.” His words are steady and honest, flowers blooming in your chest from hearing them. You’re falling for him. You have been for a while now but such words shall not be whispered just yet, wanting to see this relationship grow, just like he wants, too.

Levi’s hand dips beneath the water and he washes between your legs, careful as he feels you tremble, knowing your pussy must still be aching from overstimulation. Not wanting to be the only one cared for, you manage to wiggle around in the bath with Levi’s help, watching his brow arch in question.

You grab another cloth and begin to wash him down, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his lips. Levi finds himself enjoying it. He’s always been happy being independent but maybe, he could open up to this. It’s comforting and... Levi has never had comfort before.

“Who knew you could speak such filthy words, Levi. I was swooning!”

Levi’s eyebrow twitches and he scoffs, amused by your words.

“Who knew you could suck cock so well, Y/N. Would love to train that gag reflex out of you but you sound so pretty choking on my cock.”

You pout playfully, continuing to scrub him clean before using your wet hands to brush your fingers through his hair, admiring how thicker strands fall over his eyes.

“Just wanted to be your good girl.”

“You are my good girl. Close your eyes, back around.”

Your heart is racing, pleased with the possessiveness. You obediently follow his orders and move back around until you’re unable to see him, closing your eyes. He guides your head back and you soon feel warm water being poured over your head, wetting your hair. Levi squirts some shampoo into his hands before he begins to rub, coating your hair in the shampoo that smells like coconut. The scents in the air coaxing you further into a relaxed state. His fingertips massage against your scalp, dragging his fingers carefully through. Levi notices some knots and so not wanting you in pain, he washes out the shampoo, fingers dragging along your hair until he hears the squeak. Perfect. Squeaky clean.

You hug your knees to your chest, waiting patiently as he squirts conditioner into his palm and soon lathers it into the ends of your hair, fingers dragging through. The male grabs the comb and begins to carefully brush out the knots. His touch is so featherlight, applying pressure on your scalp to prevent pain as he brushes some of the knots out more firmly. “Perfect.” Levi murmurs once the comb glides all the way through and you feel giddy that he cares so much about your wellbeing.

Levi washes out the conditioner and finally, wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in close against his naked body. You feel so safe, snuggling into him. You both stay like this for a while, enjoying each other’s presence in the bath.

Eventually, he pulls away, hands rubbing your biceps. “I’m going to change the sheets. I’ll be back to help you out, okay? Call for me if you need me.” Levi presses a kiss to the top of your head before he stands up, grabbing a fresh towel for himself, quickly ruffling up his hair until it’s only damp, drying himself off and wrapping the towel around his hips. Your eyes linger on the v-line and hum in approval. Levi leaves the room.

...

“Levi!”

You call out instantly and he’s quick to poke his head in, frowning.

“You okay? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, just missing you.”

His face deadpans before his eyes are rolling. Still, a smile is starting to creep onto his visage.

“Nn. Feels good.”

Levi leaves this time and you sink further beneath the water, closing your eyes. Levi still didn’t want to leave you for too long, not when you’ve been vulnerable and besides, deep down, Levi enjoys pampering and providing aftercare. Not that he’d say it so loudly.

He strips the bed of the wet sheets, throwing it into the basket for tomorrow’s washing before he pulls open his drawers, grabbing a pair of boxers and PJ bottoms. The towel is thrown into the basket as he tugs on the boxers, tucking himself in before the bottoms slide up his legs, deciding to skip the shirt for today. Levi grabs fresh sheets (always having plenty on hand) and begins to make the bed.

He has years of experience in making the bed because it’s done within minutes, not a crinkle can be seen. Levi smoothes out the blanket on top before he walks quietly down the hallway, quickly checking that you were okay and then visits the kitchen. He grabs two bottles of cold water from the fridge, a packet of crackers and puts them on the dishwasher to finally wash their dishes once everything was in. It’d drive him crazy if he left it till morning.

He sets everything on the bedside table, silently concerned for leaving you for minutes too long. Levi’s steps are quiet, making his journey back to the bathroom to see you. Your arms are crossed on the edge, staring into space with a dreamy expression. He’s relieved to see you happy, squatting down in front of you. His hand firmly cups the back of your neck, bringing you back to reality. Levi couldn’t help but admire your beauty, eyes grazing over the bruises across your body from his kisses.

“Ready, love?”

“Mm.”

Levi takes that as a sign, grabbing a new towel and not the one he used on you before. This one is huge and as he helps you out of the bath, the towel could almost wrap you up twice. With a smaller towel, he delicately handles drying your hair, keeping you leaning against the closest wall, leg easily slipping between yours to keep you upright. You’re blushing, silently happy with how he handles you so gently and carefully. Once you found yourself dry, his arm wraps around your waist, slowly guiding you back into the bedroom.

The bedroom looks brand new again, even noticing that your clothes are neatly folded on the chair near the window. “Sit.” Levi points to the bed and you automatically sit. You watch as he grabs a pair of another set of his boxers and a shirt, gaze lingering on his upper body. How did you get so lucky to score someone so gorgeous?

He changes you quietly, helping your tired body move and once you were in an oversized shirt of his and boxers, he easily hoists you over as if you weighed nothing, tucking you into one side of the bed. You whine, patting aggressively next to yourself and Levi snorts, changing the light source to the one on the bedside and finally, you’re both in his bed after a long night.

Levi coaxes you over to the middle of the bed, uncapping one of the bottles. “Have a few sips for me, Y/N.” You melt in his tender voice, watching him tip the bottle and you swallow a few mouthfuls of water, quenching your first. Levi drinks from the other bottle, holding up the crackers in question. You shake your head and bury beneath the blankets. Levi watches you, eyes full of so much longing when you weren’t looking.

Your fingers curl around his pants, tugging. Levi obeys you this time, huffing as if he’s annoyed from being told what to do but he’s happy to slide further under the covers until he’s lying next to you. One arm is wrapped around your waist to pull you in, his legs tangling with yours and keeping you linked with him.

Your eyes were starting to feel droopy, exhaustion from the night activities trying to lure you into slumber. Levi wasn’t helping with his soothing caresses, moving you until your head rests on his chest, tucked beneath his chin. You couldn’t deny how happy you feel to be touched so much by him in privacy. You know it must be difficult for him at first, not so used to physical affection but Levi... He’s starting to crave it more and more. It will always be subtle and in silence, no one else around but you like it. You like having your world with Levi Ackerman.

“My heart bleeds colour for you, Y/N.”

His voice is a whisper and you slowly pull back to gaze into his eyes. You sense vulnerability from the older male. This is special. Something only Levi could want to give. You know it’s difficult for him to express such complex emotions but, he wanted to. A sigh parts from his lips, brushing hair out of your eyes. These words are only meant for you to hear. It’s something so different. Something you’ve never heard of and maybe to some people, it wouldn’t make sense but to you, it does. It makes perfect sense. You’re the reason for the colour seeping out of his heart finally and brightening up his now blooming world. Your world. He’s your world.

“Thank you, Y/N. For bringing colour into my grey world. Is there anything else you need?”

You smile warmly, shaking his head and lean up to press a long kiss to his lips, pulling away.

“Only for you to know that your name is carved into my soul now.”

You whisper, fingers brushing lightly over his cheek. Levi chuckles, finally pulling to lay on his back, guiding your head back to his chest, happy with your words.

“Go to sleep.”

His soft voice easily lulls you, nuzzling into his chest and breathing in his scent. Your eyes close and you fall asleep in the arms of the man you’re devoted to. Your chest is rising and falling peacefully. Levi’s own eyes are droopy but he watches over you for a few minutes. Fingers brushing along your arm, gaze so tender. He could drown in you and he’d let himself sink. The male knows that this isn’t something he could deny any longer. He once was scared. Not anymore. With you, everything falls into place perfectly. Levi sighs out softly. His arms wrapped protectively around you for the night. Levi plans to wake up early to prepare breakfast for you. It's needed after such a passionate night, filled with raw emotion and sex. His chin rests lightly on top of your head, the steady beat of his heart could be heard, even in your peaceful slumber. Levi couldn't keep his eyes open any longer. For once, Levi could fall asleep, too. Insomnia went for the night. Content with everything between you both.

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Convention and Carnival

Henry Cavill x Reader

Part 1 (of 2?)

Part 2

Summary: you were alone on a vacation in London and decided to go to a convention where you would meet Henry Cavill and he sees something in you and takes you out on a adventours date

Words: 3K

Warnings: Fluff!!!!!!!

 You strolled through a park which was very busy since it was really nice weather. You were on a nice vacation by yourself and you arrived just a day ago. You thought you had a nice hotel but when you got in your room it was everything except nice but you just tried to get over it. You walked towards the convention and walked inside. It was huge and you tried to take everything in. This would be your first time to go to a convention. They were never really your thing but when you heard that the Witcher aka Henry Cavill would be there you couldn’t say no.

You walked towards his photo booth and waited in line. You texted your friend that you were waiting. She was just as exciting as you were. You were nervous to say the least! The line became shorter and shorter. There was a group of girls before you and they were slightly obnoxious. It was their turn and you could see Henry as you waited. They started to hug him in surprise and giggling around him and trying to flirt really hard.

You watched intently as you started to fidget with your rings. You looked up and saw Henry looking right at you. The girls still there and talking really fast to him but he seemed to only have his focus on you. You started to blush and smile shyly which made him smile brightly. It made you even more nervous. The girls started to notice that he didn’t really paid attention to them and huffed as they walked away but not before one of the girls giving her phone number. He stayed polite till they left. When they were gone he threw the paper into the bin which made you chuckle a bit. He noticed that you saw it and chuckled as well.

He made a sign for you to come with a bright smile. It all felt like a fever dream and your legs just started walking without you knowing. Like you were on autopilot. “Hi, what’s your name love?” he asked you. “Hi, I’m Y/n” you told him and he pulled you into a big bear hug. When he pulled away his hands still rested on your arms and he looked at you with a bright smile and made intense eye contact. Normally you felt awkward when someone was making such intense eye contact but this was different because you couldn’t look away from him. there was a long silent. “what pose do you want for the picture?” the photographer asked you, breaking the silence.  You started blushing again. You started to think really deep because you didn’t think about that yet. Henry noticed and chuckled. “May I? I know a nice pose.” He asked you. “okay” you answered him and chuckled a little.

He stood behind you and wrapped his arms around you and you felt your stomach do flips. He stood so close as you felt his chest pressed against your back and he smelled so incredible nice it felt like you were in heaven. After the photo was taken he asked you: “ do you want me to sign something darling?” he asked you. You got out the ticket and gave it to him. he turned his back to you and started to sign it. It took a little longer and it looked like he was writing something. He folded the ticket and gave it back to you with a wink.

“it was very nice to meet you Y/N. I hope to see you again soon.” He told you while he gave you a hug. See you again? You thought to yourself. You felt confused because you thought he was flirting with you but you didn’t want to read any signals wrong. He’s probably just polite. “Thank you so much for your time!” you told him and he gave you a sweet smile and a kiss on your cheek which made you fired up. He winked at you and you walked away as your time was up. It did seem like he took more time for you.

You walked towards the booth where you would get the picture. You saw the picture and you felt the rollercoaster in your stomach taking of again. Henry had his arms wrapped around you, standing very close behind you and instead of looking at the camera he looked lovingly at you while you smiled bright in the camera. You had your hands on top of his arms. You didn’t even remember that you did that. You smiled bright at the picture.

You decided to go and enjoy the weather outside. Once you found a quit spot besides a lake you sat down. You took your ticket out of your bag and looked at it. He had wrote a whole note to you. “Dear Y/N, I really do hope to see you again soon. Text me. P.s. You look really cute when you blush like that. You cheered up my day! Love Henry.” And there was his number under the text and his signature. You were surprised to say the least. You decided to just text him. You had nothing to lose, only to win. “Hi it’s Y/n, I loved the picture and I hope to see you too. Love Y/N” you pressed send and waited.

You called your friend immediately and told her everything until you got a call underneath. You hang your friend up and picked up the other call without looking who it was. “Hi Y/N speaking.” You said cheerfully. “Hi love, it’s Henry. I was wondering… I’m off in a hour and wondered if you wanted to hang out.” He asked you and you were gob smacked and stayed silent. “Hello Y/N, You there love?” he asked. You heard nervousness in his voice. You got yourself together. “yeah, yeah I would love that! Ehm where do you want to meet?” you asked him and you heard him take a breath and chuckled a little nervous. “where are you now? If you share your location I’ll come to you, if that is alright with you of course.” He asked you. “yeah no problem! I’ll share my location. See you soon Henry” you told him feeling a little more confident where you didn’t know it came from but you were happy it was there. You heard him chuckle again “see you soon love” he told you. You both hang up and you shared your location with him.

You couldn’t believe what in the world was actually happening. You laid down in the grass and listened to some music and started to write some poetry and draw besides that. When you did that time always flew by. You were really in your own world when you did that. All of a sudden there was a shadow behind you which startled you a little. You chuckled a little when you saw Henry chuckle too. “I’m sorry to startle you.”  he told you but looked at you in amusement. “it’s okay. I should be more aware of my surroundings sometimes” you told him a little shy. You still couldn’t believe it. “I eh brought you some coffee. I hope you drink coffee” he chuckled. Henry seemed nervous and you thought it was very cute. “I love coffee, thank you!” he smiled fondly and sat next to you. You couldn’t wipe the smile of your face and you felt your cheeks burn up.

He asked you where you were from and how long you stayed in London for. You both chatted a bit until you locked eyes. at first you couldn’t look away and you felt your stomach do flips. His curls fell  just so slightly across his face and his blue eyes held admiration in them his lips plump and don’t get me started on his jawline. You noticed that you were staring and looked away shy and felt your cheeks burn up in embarrassment. “ehm there is this carnival thing going on and I wondered, maybe you want to go with me?” he asked you, hope coating his voice. You looked back at him. “I would love that” you told him. he smiled brightly again and stood up and reached out his hand for you to help you get up. You giggled at the sweet gesture. You both walked towards the carnival and chatted a bit. You started to feel more comfortable and more yourself around him as time passed by. “Can I ask you something?” you asked Henry curious. He looked at you a little surprised that you asked him in the first place. “Of course you can, darling.” You felt your cheeks burn up from the nickname.  “Why did you ask me out?” It wasn’t that you were insecure but more curious and Henry seemed to understand that. “Well, first of all, have you seen yourself!? You’re gorgeous!” he chuckled a little and your cheeks hadn’t stopped burning up since the nickname. You chuckled shyly. “No but besides that I find you really attractive… I… I can’t really explain it but there is something about you that I never felt with anyone else. A different sort of connection if you want to call that, and I really like your energy. Like there’s a halo around you with such a comforting vibe which calms me. Believe me when I tell you I’ve never done this with someone else, you know, giving my number and definitely not to a fan but there’s something different about you.” he told you honestly and you were gab smacked at what he all told you. You never expected a answer like that but you weren’t complaining either. “wow thank you. That means a lot! And just to be clear I feel the same thing about you Henry.” You told him. You both had a big shy smile on your faces as you walked further.

Once arrived at the carnival it became a bit darker as the evening came around. You strolled around and found a haunted house. Henry looked at you with an amused smile. You started to feel nervous. “We don’t have to go if you don’t want to.” He told you. You looked at him and felt immediately safer. “Well as long as you stay beside me I’m going to be okay.” “But just know before hand I’ll probably hold on to you!” You told him and he had a big smile on his face. He knew what he was doing and he was playing it very smart. Do things just to get you a little closer to him.  “I wouldn’t have it any other way, sweetheart.” He told you and bought 2 tickets and you walked in. He saw you hesitate and he offered his arm to you. You grabbed it very fast and cling to him like your life depended on it. It wasn’t that you didn’t like haunted houses but you knew how you were in one.

Once, when you went with your friends in one, you also clanged to them. In the end there was this scare actor who had his arrows pointed at you, you let go of your friends and you ran out of there, leaving them behind in the process. Luckily they weren’t that scared and they just laughed at you. You held Henry’s arm just a little tighter. “I got you sweetheart, don’t worry.” He told you and puffed out his chest a little more. It didn’t take long for a scare actor to appear as monster with a chainsaw. Out of reaction you hid your face by henry’s arm. Henry laughed and found you so incredibly adorable and cute at the moment it felt like his heart was going to explode. He put his arm around your waist and pushed you ever so slightly closer to him.

The further you both walked the further you got to Henry’s side. You were standing so close to his side that air wasn’t even considered. After not even a minute you got scared again because an actor got in your face and you turned around and just hid in Henry’s chest. Letting your head rest there. He put both of his arms around you and went with his hand over your hair for comfort. You felt yourself becoming calm and safe. He was obviously a bear of a men and you weren’t very tall you could easily hide in his arms. You smelled his cologne and it felt for a moment like you were in heaven until you realized that you were definitely not in heaven! You turned around again. “Are you still okay? If you want to get out we can.” He told you giving you the option. You smiled, but you kind of liked it, and definitely now when you could hold him and touch him. Two can play this game you thought. “No it’s okay. I actually like it, I just get scared easily here” you told him giggling.

He still held you close as you went further. This time Henry got scared which made you giggle at the bear of a men as he clang to your arm this time. He cleared his throat and you thought you saw him blush a little. “I wasn’t prepared.” He told you which made you chuckle a little more. “everyone gets scared sometimes soldier.” You told him playfully which he returned with a mischievous smile. You still had 2 rooms to go before you could get out. Henry puffed out his chest again as he looked at you with a raised eyebrow. “now I’m ready!” he told you which made you laugh. He held you close again. And you did the same which made him laugh whole heartedly. You felt butterflies and felt proud to make him laugh like that. You walked in to the other room and obviously another scare actor came out and started screaming but for a very long time which made it less scary. You both looked at each other and both started laughing a lot. The actor just stood there looking at the both of you laughing. “if you can move just so slightly mate, then we can go further” Henry told him which made you laugh again. You both walked around the actor who just stood there awkward. “Happens to the best” you told him giggling which made Henry laugh again.

The next room was scarier and you held Henry tighter and he kneaded your waist a little to let you know he was there. You both got scared as multiple actors came out and Henry pushed you out of reaction behind him to protect you. When he did that you snapped out of being scared and just felt love taking over. He grabbed your hand and lead you safely out. Once out Henry took a breath which made you giggle. “That was very fun! Thank you” you told him honestly while giggling a little. He chuckled as well.

You strolled again through the carnival. You suddenly felt a big hand softly taking yours. You looked at him a little surprised. “Is this okay?” he asked you? “Yeah…. Yeah it is” you said back. Once you got to the games and raised his eyebrow at you. you chuckled which made him smile mischievous again. “Let’s make it interesting.” You told him and he looked at you in surprise. “Let’s go against each other” you told him and he laughed. “oh now it’s on!” he told you and got behind one of the games. He lost this game and you could search a toy. You saw a superman bear and giggled and told the person that you wanted to have that one. You told Henry to close his eyes so he did. You got the bear and you told Henry that he could open his eyes. You gave him the bear which made him laugh. “Instead of getting the girl something I like to spice it up a bit” you told him and he smiled at you. He found you so refreshing! He knew you were different and he was right. He walked with the bear which made you chuckle. He got an idea.

He held your hand again and walked towards another game. You cheered him on and he won. Now it was your turn to close your eyes. suddenly you felt something heavy, big  but a very soft bear. You looked and you saw a that it was the same bear as his but a huge version. You both laughed. “Alright alright you win!” you told him giggling. You both reached a shooting game. He lead you to it. “Can you shoot?” he asked you. “No never learned.” You told him which made him smile big. “Well today you will.” He told you. You stood behind the gun and Henry helped you how to hold it. He stood very close behind you and his head was almost on your shoulder. You felt his chest tightly against your back. There were the butterflies again. You felt his breath against your neck and you smelled his cologne again which all together made your breath hitch. You shot and you immediately hit it right. Henry cheered and gave you a high five. “You chose something” you told him letting him surprise you. once again you got the biggest stuffed bear. “ I’ll hold it for you.” he told you chuckling once he noticed that you were hid behind the two bears in your arms. There was a small band playing and you both looked at each other with the same idea which made you both laugh. You walked towards the band and sat on the grass behind. Henry got you both two bears and gave you one. You smiled grateful at him. He sat next to you and your legs brushed against each other. “Thank you. I’m having a lovely time.” You told him softly. He smiled and looked at your luminated face from the lights. “Thank you for coming with me.” he told you and got you a little closer but you decided to take initiative and moved yourself in front of him between his legs and rested your back slightly to his chest. “Is this okay?” you asked him and this time he felt all the butterflies, like no one ever had made him feel. “I love it” Henry said and gave you a kiss on the top of your head. He pulled you closer to his chest and his arms snook around your middle holding you close to him.

[inkykeiji]

i’ll keep you in mind, from time to time

cactus anon said: had a little dream about daddy tomura, but it's when his princess gets sick... like very sick. seemingly out of nowhere. we know he's always cautious about your health and well being, so this is odd to say the least. you could have got it simply from getting the mail or sitting out on the balcony. well you see, daddy has a very strict rule when he's working - you mustn't disturb him when he's in a vital meeting. and you feel so ill that you know you can't just wait until he's done (whenever that will be - it's hard to tell sometimes). you feel like you have no choice but to ask for help 🥺 and there's not many people daddy would allow in his home to come see you when he's not present. except for... dabi...

genre: angst

notes: is this set in the bmb universe????? tbh, yeah, probably. i wrote this with bmb tomura and bmb dabi in mind (my mind just goes straight to bmb tomura the moment i see daddy tomura ehehe). do you need to read the monster that is bmb before reading this? absolutely not, since it’s technically a prequel of sorts! | title credit: moose blood’s first album ehehehe

warnings: sad boi dabi, very sick reader, it’s implied that tomura has cut her off from everyone she knows, pining, daddy kink, mention of drugs

words: 2.9k

Nestled under Tomura’s fluffy comforter and curled in on yourself in his mammoth bed, your silk babydoll sticks to your damp, sweaty skin, teeth clattering together so violently it’s almost painful, even though your flesh is scalding to the touch. It’s a surprise that Daddy can’t hear it, that incessant clackclackclack echoing down the vacant halls, a surprise he didn’t come running immediately—like he always does—at the sound of your pitiful little whimpers as you burrowed deeper into his mattress.

He must be really, really busy today.

And you know better than to interrupt him when he’s really, really busy.

But—But it all hurts so much, head pounding with such vigour you can barely see straight, muscles aching and weak, a loud whine escaping your lips as you roll over, groping around in the blankets for your phone. It’s too bright when you finally locate it, eyes squinting and a hiss catching in your throat as you bring the screen too close to your face, quickly scrolling through your contacts in a desperate attempt to find someone—anyone—to come to your rescue.

You know you should wait. Really, you should. Your Daddy is jealous, and protective, and possessive, and there isn’t a doubt in your mind that he’s going to be upset when he finds out that you called someone else to take care of you.

But—But it could be hours until Daddy’s done with his work—sometimes he spends the entire night in that stupid wood-paneled office, and you can’t risk it. It’s terrifying, this nightmarish illness that seemingly appeared out of nowhere, with its sudden onslaught of concerning symptoms worsening by the second, and you’re beginning to wonder if something is seriously wrong, the thought sending icy spikes of anxiety shooting through your veins.

No, you can’t risk it—you can’t wait.

A thumb hovers over your mother’s name in hesitance, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth as you consider. Her place isn’t necessarily close, but she’s the relative that’d be able to reach you the fastest—even so, it’d take her at least two hours to get here, and that’s assuming there’s no traffic on the roads. But she isn’t exactly fond of your boyfriend, and the last thing you want to deal with while feeling like you’re dying is a fight between the two of them. You know how nasty they can get.

So you keep scrolling, fingers halting for a second time as your best friend’s name flies past your eyes.

It’s been months since you last spoke—Tomura being the topic of your last conversation, of your last fight. You’re spending too much time with him, they had claimed, eyes cloaked in a glossy sheen of tears as they frenetically searched your face, almost begging you to understand. It’s unhealthy! It’s unnatural! They had said with a vicious shake of their head. He has you in a fucking chokehold, can’t you see that?

Eyelids squeeze shut tightly against the familiar burn of tears, their last few words echoing through your mind, bouncing off the walls of your skull and reverberating, louder and louder and louder—

No. You can’t do this right now, your head throbbing in retaliation, a painful lump nestling into the column of your throat. It’s too much, too much, and you don’t want to think anymore, can feel that neediness rooting deep at the core of your body, a longing to just be taken care of and nurtured, frantically scrolling back up as urgent eyes search the names blurring by on the screen. A gasp falls from your lips as his name whirs by, fingers scrambling to scroll back down and find it again.

Dabi.

Daddy trusts Dabi, doesn’t he? Daddy likes Dabi, right? They’re friends, aren’t they? Out of all of the people you just scrolled through, Dabi is evidently the best choice, the most correct choice, is he not?

Your thumb trembles a little as it levitates over his name—you don’t know him well, have only spoken a mere handful of words to him in the six months you’ve been dating Tomura, but...but he appears to be your only hope.

His voice is rough when he answers, abruptly cutting through the dull second ring, evident surprise bleeding into it when you whimper out your name, mumbled against the receiver. He regains his composure a moment later, tone hardening as he asks you why the fuck you thought it’d be a good idea to call him, of all people.

Tears blur your vision, sniffling a little as you explain the situation, frail voice breaking as you tell him about how you’re terrified you’re dying, and Daddy’s too busy, and last time—last time you interrupted him you got in real big trouble, and he’s your only hope, you need him, and please, Dabi?

And God, he’s chuckling into your ear, low and hoarse and inspiring a flock of butterflies to soar through your stomach, a sensation you swear is from whatever sickness has infected your body. You’re so lucky you’re fucking cute.

He hangs up directly after that, doesn’t spare you a second to respond, arriving at in penthouse in ten minutes flat, and you’re not sure you’ve ever been happier to see his tattooed face.

“Jesus Christ,” he breathes when he sees you, curled up beneath the fluffy comforter, strands of hair shining with sweat and sticking to your skin. Pace quickening, he places his knuckles against your forehead, your sore eyes slipping shut at the cool relief his skin provides. A sharp hiss slips through his clenched teeth and he yanks his hand back, a soft whimper getting caught in your throat as you try to follow his touch.

A head of inky tousled hair shakes back and forth as he hastily leaves Tomura’s bedroom. Glass and ceramic clink together, the sound echoing down the hall, as Dabi roots around in the kitchen, swearing softly to himself when he can’t find what he’s looking for.

A cup of water is in his hands when he returns a few moments later, aspirin clutched in his other fist, still muttering under his breath about the thermometer not being where it’s supposed to be, and why the hell doesn’t Shigaraki have any cold and flu meds like, at all?

Perching on the edge of Tomura’s bed, he acts as if it’s such an inconvenience to him, as if he’s so annoyed that you’re sick and needy, but he really doesn’t hide it well enough. Because you see through his thinly veiled act even in your inebriated state—see the concern in his sapphire eyes as his eyebrows push together just a little, a tiny crease forming between them, see the way the corners of his lips keep pulling downwards with every single one of your pathetic little noises. A heavy sigh leaves his chest a moment later, body shuffling towards you, cobalt eyes still saturated with worry.

A large hand pets your sweaty hair, soft and gentle as the other tilts a glass of full water towards your lips, Dabi’s deep voice startlingly soft as he orders you to drink, princess.

And he doesn’t mean for the nickname to slip out, tells himself he only used it because he’s so accustomed to hearing Tomura use it—accustomed to hearing Tomura overuse it—panic’s sharp claws gripping his heart the moment it leaves his lips. But you seem too sick, too delirious, to notice or care, obediently swallowing the pills just like he told you to.

Good girl.

The praise just slips out too, those two simple words falling from his lips unconsciously, involuntarily, uncontrollably, and he chooses to focus on the fact that you drank the entire glass instead of the cute noise you make in response to his commendation, a trembling hand placing the empty cup on the oak bedside table.

The mattress dips as he prepares to get up, to move away, to put some much needed, necessary distance between the two of you, but a small, clammy hand catches his forearm, his entire body freezing in shock, stiff and still like a marble statue.

Sapphire eyes snap to the tiny hand gripping his arm, hyper-aware of the heat radiating off the sticky palm and seeping into his skin, and then dart to your face, wide and frenetic. What the fuck do you think you’re doing? he wants to snap, words turning to ash on his tongue. Because, Christ, you look like you’re about to fucking cry, staring at him through your lashes with those terrified eyes, begging him softly, shyly, not to leave.

“I’m not leaving,” he says with a roll of his eyes, yanking his arm free from your weak grasp, a soft whine escaping your lips as you grope the air for him again. “I’m 90 percent sure you have a dangerously high fever—there’s no way I’m going to leave you on your own until your asshole of a boyfriend is done doing whatever the fuck he’s doing. I’m just gonna move to that chair over there—”

“No!” you gasp, coughing on the word in your haste to reach for him again. “Please, stay, here,” you look down at the bed pointedly, gazing drifting back to his a moment later. “H-Here, with me,”

Dabi isn’t stupid. He knows Tomura will be seeing red the moment those scarlet eyes meet ice blue when he re-enters his bedroom from a day full of sifting through documents and yelling on conference calls. But when your boss’s plaything, his most prized possession, calls you in tears blubbering about how she’s sure she’s about to fucking die, well—coming by to take care of her is the lesser of two evils, don’t you think? Really, Tomura should be thanking him.

But Tomura returning from a day full of sifting through documents and yelling on conference calls to meet ice blue in his bed, next to said prized possession? Well, that’s a different story entirely.

He’s frozen as he mulls over it, your blunt nails digging soft, tiny crescents into his flesh, little marks that will fade only a few moments after you let go.

“I can’t do that,” he says softly, almost regretfully, and his tone of voice surprises him, startles him, scares him. Clearing his throat, he steels himself, pulling free from you again. “It isn’t right,”

“Please, Dabi,”

He’s sure you don’t miss the sharp, sudden intake of air sucked through his mouth when those two words leave your lips. He’s positive of it, because then you do it again.

“Please, Dabi,”

Your voice is softer this time, and the look he gives you is nearly heartbreaking, the perfect picture of a man being torn apart from the inside out, tortured and beautiful all at once.

“I—”

“Just until I fall asleep?” You try to bargain, bottom lip pushing out into an involuntary pout. Crystal eyes hold yours for a second longer before he sighs, chest heaving with the force of it.

He isn’t happy about it, about his apparent inability to say no to you, grumbling about it the entire time—you’re such a little fucking brat, y’know that? and only until you fall asleep, understand?—as he settles back against Tomura’s stupidly massive headboard, body going rigid and words hitching in his throat the moment you latch onto one of his thighs, nuzzling your face into his hip.

And really, he should tell you to get the fuck off of him. He should push you away, scold you for such behaviour, remind you that it’s wrong. He should. He wants to.

But he doesn’t.

Because he can’t.

The realization has his heart pounding against his rib cage, breath stilling in his lungs and then accelerating, escaping his nostrils in short, quick huffs, lithe fingers curling in the cotton sheets underneath him. Don’t be a fucking coward, his inner voice growls at him, berating himself for such disgusting weakness. It doesn’t matter if she’s fucking sick, that isn’t an excuse!

Because that’s why he can’t find his voice, right? That’s why his fingers are twitching with the need to comb through your hair and caress you jaw, right? That’s why your cheek, burning hot through his black jeans as it snuggles into his upper thigh, sends a whole slew of unfamiliarity—excitement and terror and all sorts of things he doesn’t know how to explain, can’t begin to explain—rushing through his body, right?

Yes, that’s why. Of course that’s fucking why.

The thoughts cycle through his mind like a mantra, as if repeating them enough times, branding them into the tissues of his very brain itself, will make them true.

That’s why he allows you to sleep on him. That’s why his stomach flutters at the way your tiny fingers curl in the denim of his jeans as they readjust, pulling him closer. That’s why it feels like a zap of electricity buzzes through his veins as you murmur his name in your sleep, whimpering a little as your leg hitches over his calf.

That’s why. He’s sure of it.

His head snaps up the moment the double doors fly open, and he’s never been more relieved to see his boss’s face in his life.

Those crimson eyes scan the room twice—the first time quick, frantic and furious, the second slow, cold and calculating—before they finally connect with cobalt, gaze blazing.

“Care to explain to me what the fuck is going on here?”

“Oh thank God,” Dabi breathes, words slipping from his lips subconsciously, body shooting off of the bed as if the mattress had pierced him, his movements jolting you awake. “She called me,” he snaps before Tomura can speak again, bewildered ruby eyes darting between the two of you. “She’s sick as a fucking dog, boss,” the words are spit between clenched teeth, all those nasty feelings, the feelings delayed by you, no doubt—anger, hate, jealousy, melancholy—finally surfacing, bubbling and boiling in the center of his chest. “She was too scared to interrupt your work, so she called me,”

And Dabi can see it, the vicious jealousy that flashes in Tomura’s eyes, can see the way it makes his jaw clench, makes his molars grind together, makes his breath slice through the air with each sharp exhale through flared nostrils.

“Daddy,” you whine, tears collecting in your eyes, glimmering in the golden sunlight as it sinks beneath the horizon. “D-Daddy, it hurts, it hurts so much,”

All of the derision etched so deeply, so firmly into Tomura’s face melts away in an instant as you make grabby hands for him, fat tears rolling down your cheeks and leaving gleaming trails of salt water in their wake, little half-sobs of that stupid pet name hitching in your throat.

“Now that you are no longer preoccupied,” Dabi draws Tomura’s attention back towards himself, raising an eyebrow in challenge, daring his boss to retaliate. “I’ll be leaving. I trust that you can take care of her now, yeah?”

The words are practically snarled out, almost patronizing in tone, but he doesn’t wait for a response, tucking his head down as a shoulder knocks against his boss while stomping out of the room, heavy boots echoing throughout the quiet penthouse. Eyes squeeze shut tightly as he tries to ignore Tomura’s gentle coos, tries to ignore your cute, pathetic little wails and whimpers of Daddy, Daddy!, tries to ignore the sudden inexplicable ache that sears through his chest, settling deep at the core of his body and throbbing.

He can still smell you on his fucking skin, dainty notes of tiger orchid and toffee clinging to him. He promises himself he’ll hop in the shower and scrub any remnants of you off his flesh the moment he steps foot in his own apartment. He vows to himself that he’ll will this stupid, irksome feeling away—that he’ll rid himself of this irritating worry and unfamiliar concern the moment he gets home.

But he doesn’t.

Because he can’t.

Because no matter how hard he tries, he’s unable to get you out of his head, soft needy whines of his name and perfect pouty lips invading his mind like a virus, infecting all of his thoughts, worming their way through his brain like some sort of invasive parasite.

The whole excursion lasted a mere two hours, even though Dabi was sure he spent the entire day with you in that bed, leaving nearly his entire evening free, just like he wanted.

That is what he wanted, isn’t it?

Of course it is. Of course.

So why does he spend the entire night wondering if you’re okay, if Tomura is taking good care of you, if he called his personal doctor to come check and diagnose you? Why does he waste hours typing out a short text message to send to you, only to erase it and type it out again, over and over and over, chewing his bottom lip raw in the process? Why does he dream of you that night, of soft smiles and glittering eyes, cute giggles and tiny palms burning his skin, gentle whispers and Please, Dabi?

Why?

And he should be shoving these feelings away, should be burying them deep within himself, should be numbing them with soft white powder and pretty white pills, should be forgetting them.

But he doesn’t.

Because he can’t.

[venhedish]

Ven’s Masterlist of SPN Fic

I write mostly pre-series and early seasons Big Feels™ Wincest fic. There’s a lot of angst and pining here, but plenty of love and devotion mixed in with the darkness.

I always deeply, deeply appreciate likes, kudos, comments, and reblogs!

Wincest Fic

Stand-Alone

Yesterday is a Ghost I Believe In ~4.1k, Teen, Pre-series, Epistolary, Multimedia, Experimental There's an old shoebox under Sam Winchester's bed. It's been there almost as long as he can remember. He doesn't look inside it very often, but when he does, he takes his time. A multimedia collection of letters, journal entries, pictures, and other ephemera from a life on the road. .

That Monster, Love ~2k, Teen, Pre-series, POV Outsider, POV John Winchester, John Finds Out, Angst “You think you’re doing your boys any favors, raisin’ ‘em like this?” .

To Cure My Lonesome Blood ~8.8k, Explicit, Pre-series, Pining Dean, Angst, Bittersweet Ending Dean’s been sick since before either of them was born. The disease is incurable, written into his blood – the same blood he shares with his brother. If he’s not careful, the fever will spread like a fire and consume them both. .

Like Sand, Like Water, Like Sunlight ~1.7k, Gen, Pre-series, Mutual Pining, Angst, Pre-Slash Sea birds circle overhead and Dean wishes he had a camera. Sam looks so young, all of twelve years old, and exhilarated. Dean wants to hold this image in the chambers of his heart, but his pulse just carries it along; time is cruel that way. .

The Space Between Sense and Memory ~4.8k, Teen, Pre-series through Season 1, 5-and-1 Things There are a hundred unwritten rules on all the acceptable ways brothers should touch each other. There are hardly any ways at all to break them. Or; five times they follow the rules and one time they don’t. .

Every Goodbye, all at Once ~900, Teen, Pre-series, Stanford Era, Pining Dean, Angst, Epistolary "Hey, It's Sam. If you're looking for my dad, you can reach him at 866-555-9352. If you're looking for me, leave a message." A series of voicemails Dean leaves at the number Sam left behind. .

Breathe You In (Choke You Down) ~6k, Explicit, Season 01, PWP, Scent Kink, Guilty Dean Winchester Once Sam was gone, Dean missed him in a way that was all-consuming, all the way down – so deep in his bones that he shook with loneliness some nights. And it was the familiar scent of his brother’s hair where it tangled warm against the pillows, his pulse beating under his skin and sending the fear of the hunt wafting off of him in waves that Dean struggled to hold onto the hardest. Dean really likes the way Sam smells..  .

Dawn is Coming (Open Your Eyes) ~5k, Explicit, Season 01, Hurt/Comfort, Getting Back Together In which Sam and Dean suffer new wounds and stitch old ones back together. There’s an awful storm, a dead monster, an injury, and a whole lot of feelings. .

You put the Magic in Me ~9.1k, Explicit, Season 02(ish), Sex Pollen, Porn with Plot, Casefic “This is the weirdest thing we’ve ever done for a case,” Dean says under his breath, leaning into Sam and scouting the crowd gathered around a dozen tables inside the little café. “Dude, relax,” Sam says back, eyebrows raising at his brother’s nervous energy. “I thought this would be, like, your thing.” He gestures vaguely to the women milling around inside. A long, vividly red banner hangs across the open french doors that lead into the space, emblazoned with the words The Oolong Tea Room Presents: Lonely Hearts Club Speed Dating! Feb 11-14th! Or; in which Sam and Dean learn a thing or two about chemistry. .

The Stars are not Wanted Now ~2k, Teen, Season 02, Episode Tag: s02e21 All Hell Breaks Loose, Angst, Death Rituals There was a body on the bed.  It had been there long enough that the slanting light of morning crept into the room like an unwelcome invader and washed the world in a dream-shade of palest blue.   But there were no dreams here; only death, only memory. The body on the bed was all that remained of Samuel Winchester, who had died in his brother’s arms the night before. .

Demi-Gods and Hungry Ghosts ~5.8k, Explicit, Season 03, Episode Tag: s03e11 Mystery Spot, Dark, Dub-con, Hurt No Comfort This dream-state of living on pause and rewind leads to some interesting avenues of thought that Sam doesn’t mean to travel, but after a certain number of unrelenting Tuesdays, they just become inevitable. If Dean dies every day—if his memories are wiped, or if they never happen at all—what could Sam get away with, if he wanted to? Could he dare to find out?  .

In Sanguine Vita Est   ~5.2k, Explicit, Season 04, Knifeplay, Dean’s Hell Trauma, Hurt/Comfort Everything was different now. Dean was here—back from the fucking dead—but he was a stranger in his own body. Scars gone, aches from broken bones that hadn’t set right vanished back into the void as if they’d never existed at all. He’d become a stranger to the whole world. He’d become a stranger to Sam. _ Dean asks Sam to help him heal after he returns from Hell. .

All Heartless Spectres, Happiness ~5.7k, Explicit, Season 06, Episode Tag: s06e06 You Can’t Handle the Truth, POV Outsider, Angst, Soulless Sam Lisa Braeden receives an email with the subject line, "You Deserve to Know." It contains a single video file and nothing else. .

The Rungs of Me be Under You ~1.6k, Teen, Gencest, Post-Bunker, 2nd Person POV, Queerplatonic Sam and Dean, Non-Sexual Kink What they share has never been easy to define. Why should this be any different?  .

Wincest Series The Top/Bottom Discourse Series (Ongoing) [Each story is canon compliant and listed chronologically, but they can all be read as standalone works.] This series was born originally from a silly meta post I made on Tumblr as a response to some very angry top/bottom discourse I was seeing about how only Sam could truly be A Top™, or how only Dean could truly be A Top™. I personally like to kink and let kink and not drag outdated gender politics into my fandom (Dean can't be a bottom because he's too masculine? Ice cold take, bro), so I wrote a filthy little tongue-in-cheek post about all the ways I think Sam and Dean have fucked each other over the years.

 I’m Thinking About Whatever You’re Thinking About ~5.1k, Explicit, Pre-series, PWP, Bratty Sam, Exhibitionism, Fear of Discovery Sam is such a brat, sometimes. .

 Shoot to Thrill ~6.7k, Explicit, Season 02, Porn with Plot, Hustling, Getting Back Together It's just like riding a bike. .

Burn Out The Night ~4.9k, Explicit, Season 08, Porn with Plot, Car Sex, Light BDSM, Fluff What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. .

Destiel Fic

Love Made a Martyr of Me ~500, Teen, Season 05, Endverse, Past Sam/Dean, Angst Sam says yes in Detroit, and in the space of a single syllable, there's nothing left in Heaven or on Earth for Dean to love. Cas doesn't seem to care. .

The Sharp Teeth of the One You Love ~2k, Teen, Season 05, Endverse, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Pining “Quit bein’ a baby, Cas.” Dean’s hands were covered in blood, but they were steady as always while he worked to stitch Castiel back together. “I’m sorry,” Cas growled between gritted teeth. “I don’t exactly have a lot of experience feeling pain.” He hissed again when Dean slid the curved needle back through the eight-inch-long gash that ran deep and bloody down Cas’s bicep. Castiel learns something about what it means to be human. .

Wincestiel Fic

Temerate ~700, Teen, Season 05(ish), Past Sam/Dean, 2nd Person POV, First Time Your brother is sitting in the corner of the motel room. His big hands are worrying at each other; he squeezes them together, fingertips white from the pressure of his grip. He meets your eyes and his gaze is like a lightning strike. .

Dean/John Fic

Cruore ~1.1k, Mature, Pre-series, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Blood, Intrusive Thoughts Bites, Dean could deal with – claw marks and broken bones. But this- ... a bullet was a different kind of monster altogether. .

Supernatural RPF

Il Cielo in Una Stanza ~4.4k, Explicit, Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki, Getting Back Together, Prequel-Gate, Polyamory, Non-AU Jared Padalecki receives a present he wasn't expecting at all for his 39th birthday. . 

Other Supernatural Fic

Bad Things, Better Reasons ~2k, Explicit, Pre-series, Dean Does Sex Work, Angst, Brotherly Love. Dean does whatever it takes to keep the bills paid while John is gone. The kid waiting for him back at the motel room is all the justification he’ll ever need. .

No Was Her Name ~1.3k, Teen, Season 12, Dean/Mary, Light Angst, First Kiss Mary Winchester was alive. She was solid—made of skin and blood and bone—and she existed in the same world as Dean. It wasn’t a dream; she walked and talked and breathed. She ate, she slept, she wandered the halls of the bunker at odd hours. She was a ghost made flesh, and Dean was haunted by her presence. .

[chiwhorei]

i was 𝖐𝖎𝖉𝖓𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖉 by the 𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖆𝖎 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖌𝖘?!?!🥺

@undermattsun your server is a fever dream and i am terminal.

a/n (the first of many): this is the absolute worst thing i have ever seen and i will love and protect it for the rest of my life. check out the rest of this flaming piss fire here. i am completely, wholly sorry for anyone that reads this. no. one. perceive. me.

pairing: sendai frogs x the oc from a 5sos fanfic i wrote in 2013

word count: ~800 of the last words my brain cells will ever produce

tw? wattpad.

“Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend

Somewhere along in the bitterness

And I would have stayed up with you all night

Had I known how to save a life” - The Fray (a/n: sorry, i don’t listen to normal music like the other girls if you don’t like the fray gtfo-_-)

it’s funny how life works. one day, you’re just sitting on the bus, putting my long thick beautiful hair in to a messy bun (ugh i’m so ugly) and the next, i get thrown into a van.

“w-what are you doing?” i say, i bit my lip nervously because i’m quirky.

“were the sendai frogs. your ours now.”

Step one, you say, "We need to talk."

He walks, you say, "Sit down. It's just a talk."

He smiles politely back at you

You stare politely right on through

i guess i should introduce myself. my name is delilah ackerman but i prefer to go by my nickname esme dark-waters. yes i am from new york city but i HATE THE PLAIN WHITE T’s okay so don’t fucking say it.(a/n: i dont listin to normie bands like that ew) i have long curly hair and piercings green eyes and porcelain skin but i am so fucking ugly. all of the “pretty girls” at my college where north face jackets and leggings but i’m not like them. i wore band t-shirts from pierce the veil and twenty one pilots and beanies and leggings because i’m quirky.

i was sitting on the buss coming home from classes (i’m an english major and i love Shakespeare because i’m different and smart tehe ^.^) when i tall blonde man sits next to me. i tuck my long curly pink hair begind my ear, biting my lip i turn to him.

“hi” i say nervously, biting my lip.

“hi, delilah.” he chuckles darkly.

“wait,” i stuttered, “how do you know my name?” i ask worriedly.

“my name is kei tsukishima, your mob boss father hasn’t paid his debts so we’re going to kidnap you and keep you as are slave.” he darkly chuckled, grabbing my wrist. (a/n: hehe i love salty-shima sm he’s so fucking hawt)

Some sort of window to your right

As he goes left and you stay right

Between the lines of fear and blame

You begin to wonder why you came

After i was shoved into a car and driven to a bunker under a volleyball gym, i met the rest of the mob volleyball team that took me.

“poggers, my name is kanji koganegawa.” another large man stands up from where he was sitting down. he had long blonde hair spiked up and a black streak in the middle.

“hi esme, did you miss me?” you turn around abruptly at the sound of your ex boyfriend kyoutani kentarou. you gasp.

gasping, you turn to kyoutani. “w-what are y-you doing h-here?”

“what do you mean? i’m a volleyball player for this mob-slash-volleyball team. the sendai frogs.” he looks at me curiously, he runs his hand through his shaved hair in frustration.

“i don’t know anything about volleyball!” i say loudly, “i’m NOT like the OTHER GIRLS.”

the tallest man who you knew as tsukishima comes up and grabbed your arm, pulling you into his broad chest. you look up at him dreamily.

“i’ve been watching you for a while now delilah esme dark-waters ackerman. and i am in love with you. please forgive me.” you look up to kei with your giant emerald orbs, orbs filling with tears.

“you love me? but why? i’m so ugly?” i let tears roll down my freckled cheeks, biting my lip nervously.

“why do you think we kidnapped you? it’s because you’re beautiful.” kei pulls me into a passionate kiss and our tongues fight for dominance. fighting for dominance, our tongues dance is each other’s mouth and i moan loudly,

“hey asshole,” i hear kyoutani smirk behind me, “she’s in love with me. she’s mine.”

As he begins to raise his voice

You lower yours and grant him one last choice

Drive until you lose the road

Or break with the ones you've followed

a/n: omg thank u so much for reading! this is my first story i’ve written and i hope u luv it! note: NONE OF THE LYRICS ARE MINE THEY ALL BELONG TO THE FRAY. anyway, part two should be coming out soon! luv u all!!<3

last updated: 1/8/2012

do. not. perceive. me. dymphnasprose 2021©️

[zmediaoutlet]

fic: the apprentice year

Here’s something I wrote for a zine, a while back. Maybe someone’s in the mood for quiet s8 angst.

(read on AO3)

It's raining when Sam crashes the car. Middle of the night, Texas somewhere. Not enough sleep, not that sleep could possibly help, and bad visibility, and this numbness that started in his gut but has taken over every part of him. Not the best conditions. Narrow two-lane highway, headlights blurring through the dark wet, and then there's a flash—white-and-brown and small, a dog?—and he swerves hard, and then it's—squeal of brakes, the tires sliding, a smash.

He breathes slow, both hands curled around the steering wheel. Car's still on, rumbling idle. His head hurts. Hard to see through the rain but it looks like he killed a sapling. He unclenches one hand from the wheel and touches his forehead—wet—and the windshield's cracked again, and he turns around in the seat to see the dog bolting off down the road. He opens the door and steps out into the mud and, yes. A broken tree, and a mile marker crumpled, and the paint all scraped up, and the windshield. He wipes his forehead again and his fingers are smeared red. He puts that hand on the car and then has to—his legs crumple—he crouches, letting the car take his weight, feeling the engine in his bones. He can't think, with the rain this loud. His head hurts. He says, out loud, "I don't think I can do it," but it's hard to hear over the downpour, and anyway, no one's there to hear. No one's there.

*

There's a mechanic down the street from a motel. The windshield will be three hundred and that feels like too much but then, who would Sam ask, who'd be honest. He asks them to repaint, too, so he doesn't have to see the gouges of his fuckup. The mechanic looks at his forehead instead of at his eyes. "You get that looked at, sir?" he says.

Sam walks through the damp morning to the motel. The clerk frowns at him but Sam puts a hundred in cash on the counter and then there's the room, dim with the curtains drawn. Two beds—why? Habit. He's been sleeping in the car so that people won't ask the question. Trying to sleep. He takes off his wet muddy clothes and runs a shower, hot, and there's mud on his hands and blood too and the cut on his head bleeds pink against the white tub, and he's so tired he wants to just sit down, right there in the bathtub and let the water pound against his face and make it so he can't think about anything else, so he can't, so he won't have to—but he can't. He has to pick up the car at some point. He turns off the shower and dries off and walks naked through the dim room to the bed closer to the door and he crawls under the blanket and puts his face into the pillow and thinks that he won't sleep, because how can he sleep in a queen bed in a motel room in a town he doesn't know without his brother. He can't possibly. He can't, but he has to, because his brother is dead.

*

It took a while to come to that conclusion. Dick was gone. The air, throbbing thick and strange. The room empty. Sam stood alone in that awful building with distant alarms wailing and his head and heart entirely still, because there had been a place where his brother was, and now he wasn't there anymore.

He did research. He asked questions. He prayed, and when there were no answers to his praying he burned acacia and camphor and blood-red petals of anemone and demanded a demon, but none came. He knelt on the road at midnight with dirt caked under his broken nails and was prepared to offer—what little it was worth, that he could offer—but no one arrived to take a deal. It was like the world he'd always known was there, that darker mystery that swirled under the daytime normalcy everyone else knew, had just vanished. Gone. He was finally free to live a life that was average, and safe, and boring, but what did it matter—how could it matter, without Dean.

There was booze but then there wasn't. There was a brief, considering moment when a dealer in Kansas City saw Sam's expression and offered relief, but it would've failed the same way the booze had. There was staying up until he had no choice but to pass out in the backseat and forgetting to eat and driving, nowhere, with no destination in mind, because what was there? A job, a ghost, a brutal and pointless putting of one foot in front of the other, when the only thing that had ever mattered, the only thing that had made the life he'd chosen worth choosing, was—

He drove until he nearly hit a dog, and hit a tree instead. He stopped not because he wanted to but because there didn't seem to be any point in driving more. He got a motel. He slept, because that was all there was left to do.

*

When he wakes up the room is dim with afternoon. The sun on the other side of the building. A reflection, from the vacancy sign outside, that throws up a white square on the wall. He watches it for a while, tracking how it moves slow over the wallpaper, thinning out as the sun falls. A slow eclipse, until it disappears.

What the hell, he hears.

He sits up, ignores the head-throb from moving. There, boots on the carpet, standing in the way of the bathroom, looking around like the motel's a surprise—six feet (forget the lie about the extra inch) and strong and beautiful as he ever, ever was—Sam swallows, drags in air that feels like it can't fit in his chest with everything that's roaring up in it—Dean frowns, and looks at him, and says, in a voice that sounds distant, Sammy, what the fuck.

Sam stands up and staggers. His head, god. He tries to step forward and it's Dean who comes to him, looking around, saying what's going on, where is this—are you— and Sam braces on the bedside table and reaches out but then Dean flickers, somehow, like a broadcast jolted with static, and Sam's hand curls in the air between them, his body flinching even if his mind doesn't quite get it yet.

Dean stops in his tracks and looks down. Spreads his hands, looking at the scarred knuckles and the more-scarred palms. Sam manages to get himself under control and stands up straight, and takes the step that means he's inches away, but no longer dazed from waking he can see: Dean's not here. Dean's not quite here. There's an almost-shimmery distance to him. A projection, on an inadequate screen. Sam looks at his face and just faintly the outlines of the room present are present, showing through him. A bitter taste in the back of his throat and he swallows, again, but manages to say, out loud, "Are you real?"

Dean looks up at him, brow furrowed. Could ask you the same thing, sport. Sam laughs, sort of, caught in his throat, and Dean's face changes. Jesus, you look like shit.

"Thanks," Sam says. Dean flickers again and it's nauseating to see the blank space where he was, even if he half-solidifies a second later. "God. I—can't believe this is happening."

Okay, but what is happening, Dean says, and looks around again. This isn't… He shakes his head and even half-there Sam can see the confusion, the annoyance at the confusion. His brother. His chest aches. I wasn't here. Where's here?

"Texas," Sam says. He still hasn't caught the name of the town. He reaches out because he can't not and his fingers brush—what? Nothing. The air's insubstantial because it's air. Dean looks down at his chest where Sam's not touching him and he says, very quiet, shit , and then he looks up and says shit, Sam , more loudly, and he reaches up and doesn't touch Sam's face because of course he can't, and it's only then that Sam realizes he's crying.

Hey , Dean says, and Sam shakes his head. "It's fine," he says, although of course it's not fine. Dean's eyes, concerned, and his nose with the bump Sam's so often traced with one finger, and his mouth, full and worried. He passes his thumb over where he ought to be able to touch Dean's bottom lip and Dean's eyelids flicker, his mouth parting. Sam shakes his head again, dizzy. Dean. He didn't think he'd see him again, outside of an afterlife he hadn't yet decided to try for.

Texas, huh? Dean says, after a few seconds. He smiles, fake devil-may-care, the expression that Sam's always loved and kind of wanted to smack him for, in equal measure. He looks Sam up and down, and raises his eyebrows, and says, guess it's true they make things bigger here, and it's only then that Sam remembers that he's naked, and even like this, a ghost or a hallucination or a fever-dream, Dean can make him roll his eyes. Dean's grin widens and he passes a never-there touch over Sam's bare chest. Hey, slugger, can't blame me for—

He disappears.

Sam stands there, alone, for a few seconds. He breathes deep, in and out. He passes his hand through the space where Dean wasn't and of course there's nothing there, and then he sits back down, on the bed, braced on his knees, looking at the faded plaid of the wallpaper and the day through the flimsy curtain. His face is still wet and so he knows—he hasn't cried, since that day, so he knows that something happened today that was different from all the ones that came before it. Dean's dead, gone, and yet he isn't. Sam licks his lips. That means there's—something to do.

*

He eats. He sleeps. He goes and picks up the car, and the mechanic looks less concerned when Sam takes the keys. He goes back to the room and reads a book, for a few hours, and doesn't remember a thing when he lifts his eyes from the page. He showers, again, before bed, and when he comes out the room is hot, and he taps the air conditioner and realizes, shit. Busted.

The clerk in the office is unhelpful. "I can move your room," he says, reluctant to do even that, but Sam's not leaving the room where he saw Dean. "Maintenance guy quit, so we're gonna have to call someone, might be a day or two."

Sam looks at him and chews the inside of his cheek. "You have the last guy's tools?"

He's never fixed an air conditioner but he knows how to use the internet. It turns out it's a little harder than the diagrams make it look. While he's got sweat between his shoulderblades and he's considering percussive maintenance that there's a huff of a laugh, behind him, and Dean says dude, you look like you're gonna have a stroke .

Behind him, raised eyebrows and amusement. A cut on his cheek—new? From what? "Sue me," Sam says, irritated. "I didn't go to HVAC school." Dean's grinning and the irritation washes away like it was never there. Sam steps forward and Dean's face changes, too, looking all over him. "Dean," Sam says, and feels— "Where are you? What's going on?"

Dean shakes his head. You know as much as I do, man. He hesitates. It's like—I've been asleep and I just woke up, but I can't remember what I was dreaming about.

Are you dead. The sentence forms under Sam's tongue and he swallows it. If Dean doesn't know then asking won't help, and if he is then Sam's sunk the same way he's been for the last month. Are you real is the next question, but then if he's not real then that means Sam's crazy, and Sam knows from crazy and, really, if he is, this is the best crazy he could hope for.

Dean's looking at him, not smiling at all, now. I miss you , Dean says, unexpectedly. He flickers—like he did before, a projection cutting out—but he's shaking his head hard when he resolidifies. Shit. I don't—I don't know what that is. I don't get it. You're right here and I'm missing you. How does that work?

"I don't know," Sam says, "but I know exactly what you mean."

The corner of Dean's mouth turns up, but it's not glad. Sam breathes out slowly, the hard knot of grief in his chest barely allayed. 

It feels impossible. Maybe it is. He doesn't try to reach out again and neither does Dean. Dean's eyes flick up to the A/C unit and he jerks his chin. You need to take out the compressor , he says. Check the fuse box. I can walk you through it.

Sam's eyes are hot. "I know how to check a fuse," he says, and Dean raises his eyebrows at him. "Not completely useless."

Prove it , Dean says. Bitch .

Sam rolls his eyes and turns away so Dean won't see that they're wet, and does.

*

Dean comes and goes according to some clock Sam doesn't get to see. Most days, Sam doesn't do much. He eats, showers, shits, sleeps. He watches bad daytime TV and not-much-better nighttime TV. He reads. He takes the car out on drives through the country. Flat around here, and what little green there is browning in the heat of summer. The office manager says he can stay at the motel for free if he keeps fixing things and so he does, and sometimes he's got his head under a kitchenette sink trying to figure out how not to dump backed-up foulness onto his face when there's a presence, all of a sudden, and his brother's voice saying why the hell are you using that wrench?

Sam's alone except when he's with Dean. The days smooth out into a routine. He wakes up sometimes and Dean's sitting there, on the edge of the bed somehow even though he can't really touch anything, and Dean'll say took you long enough, sleeping beauty , and Sam will roll his eyes and say, "Look who's talking, didn't you sleep through an actual earthquake once?" and Dean will grin and Sam will stretch out on his back and they'll bicker about the time in Portland, Maine, when Dad tanned both their hides for not being ready for the werewolf hunt at midnight, and they both insisted it was the other's job to set the alarm. I told you , Dean'll say, eyes crinkled like he's trying not to laugh, and Sam'll launch into his theory about how Dean's memory is shot from too much booze, and they'll waste the time, that way, ragging on each other. Other times Dean will be quiet, and so Sam will too, and they'll look at each other with their hands an inch apart on the blanket, and Dean will say, after a while, you remember? and Sam won't know what he's referring to, exactly, but he'll swallow and he'll say that, yeah, yeah. He remembers.

Moonlight makes Dean's face a strange, alien blue. In the day he's golden, gorgeous, cracks jokes and makes fun of the way Sam holds a screwdriver. Sometimes he has bruises; sometimes there's blood dried on the angles of his eyesocket. Once he shows up holding his ribs like something got him, wherever he is, and he just sits with his back to the kitchen cabinets while Sam fixes a garbage disposal and rambles about some time in Tulane when he dropped a ghoul and then banged a supermodel, that same night. "Oh, really," Sam says, pulling open the gears while he tries not to think about splintered bones, about the fragility of lungs, about the soft vulnerable edge of Dean's beating heart. "Tyra Banks or Kate Moss?"

Okay, Dean says, and does it sound thin? Hurt? So maybe not a 'super' model. But she was hot. He rolls his head to look at Sam and winks. Not as hot as some people, though. Don't worry .

"I was in a panic," Sam says, dry, and Dean chuffs laughing and then coughs, pained, and says, nodding at Sam's job, you're gonna want a 5/8ths for that , and in the next second he's gone. Sam braces his hands on the counter and breathes deep for a solid minute, bleeding inside his chest, before he goes into the toolbox, and gets the 5/8ths wrench.

*

The first time they were young, even if at the time Sam would've said otherwise. Their dad was gone and they were alone, really alone, for the first time in their lives—only, they weren't. They'd never been. An argument and a bad night and going out and finding Dean sitting on the hood of some wreck in Bobby's junkyard, and they'd said—he can't remember. Not everything. He does remember very precisely the moment when he gripped Dean's wrist and Dean looked up at him like he was surprised and Sam had said, you know, Dean, you know what I— and Dean had covered Sam's mouth with three fingers like it wouldn't be true, if he didn't say it. But then he tugged his hand away and he leaned up and kissed Sam, anyway, so it didn't matter so much, if Sam said it or didn't. That was the first time.

Over the years they fell closer together and farther apart. They hurt each other, sometimes so badly Sam thought it'd be forever broken and he'd just have to live that way, with his ribs split apart, bleeding where anyone could see. When they came back together it felt like nothing could ever split them up again. Not demons, or angels, or death.

The last time, they were in a cabin in Montana, and they were going to do something nuts in the morning. What else was new. It was quick, and then it was slow, and afterward Dean lay half-sprawled over Sam's chest, the two of them sticking together with sweat and worse, and Dean tipped his forehead against Sam's collarbone and sighed. This is such a dumb plan , he said, and Sam drew two fingers up from between his shoulderblades to the little soft hollow at the top of his spine, where his hair was shorn to velvet, and where Sam tended to bury his nose, when they slept in the same bed. When they let themselves do that. Yeah, Sam said, after too long, but when has that ever stopped us? Dean snorted, and rolled away, and Sam curled behind him that night in the too-small bed, and in the morning, for once, Dean woke up first, and he smacked Sam's shin and said come on, sleeping beauty, time to ride , and Sam groaned and got up and didn't think about it, much, and then that night Dean was dead. Gone, or dead.

He thinks about it, now. What he would've done, if he knew that was the last time he'd be allowed to touch his brother. What he might've said, if they'd had the chance. Before hell—before hell for both of them—they'd known what was coming down the pipe, and they'd been scared, and they hadn't screwed either time, or slept together, even. They sat, shoulder-to-shoulder, staying awake past midnight and through to dawn, and when it was time—they'd gotten in a goodbye, each of them, and Sam had ached to know how little that was. How it wasn't enough. This time—he didn't get a goodbye. He gets to look, but not touch. He gets to smile at him nearly every day and he gets Dean's jokes and his ridiculous stories and his safe, sure guidance, his eyes on Sam's speaking the promise they always gave each other—and it isn't, it isn't nearly, it isn't close, to enough.

*

Summer passes into fall, and fall into winter. Sam doesn't reach for the wrong wrench as often. He takes a drive through a cool twilight and when he opens the motel room door with a six-pack in hand, Dean appears one second later, looking out at the car through the window, and he says hey, how's the carb treating you?

He sits at the table in the room, taking the carburetor apart piece by careful piece. Dean looks over his shoulder, leaning on the table (somehow), pointing out where Sam's screwing it up (constantly). "Maybe if you weren't breathing down my neck," Sam says, and Dean snorts and says wouldn't have to if you'd ever paid attention to anything that wasn't Eskimo poetry , and then Sam tells Dean that Eskimo isn't an appropriate word to use, and Dean tells Sam that he need to clear the sand out of his vagina, and—it's not enough, but god if Sam isn't happier than he's been in—how long? Since the last time Dean was sitting right there, with his arms folded over the back of a chair, grinning at Sam and getting under his skin and just being—everything. Everything that mattered.

It starts to rain, before Sam's done. He leaves all the parts spread out and clean to dry on the table and sinks onto the couch with his beer, and Dean looking at him still from his backwards perch on the chair, and his grin softened down to something else. "What," Sam says, tipping his head against the wall. He's feeling mellow. In pain, maybe crazy. Content. Desperate. The usual. He's gotten used to it. Thinking maybe it'll be this way, ever after. Thinking he can handle it, if that's so. Dean's here even if he's not here, and that means that Sam doesn't want to be anywhere else.

Dean's got a bruise on his cheekbone, again. A cut on his lower lip. He looks tired. He flickers, precursor maybe to disappearing, but he stays. In the dim light he looks almost real. Almost present, like Sam could reach out and get his hand around his jaw and tell him everything he's ever thought, everything he ever wished for the two of them. How he meant it, when he told Dean there was nothing he wouldn't do. Even live, if that's what it came down to, just for the hope to see Dean's face, one more time.

The rain's loud, on the eaves of the motel. Dean hasn't said anything. Still just watching, his eyes steady. His mouth that soft curve. "What?" Sam says, again.

Oh, Dean says, quiet. You know.

Sam does.

[justnat15]

Ahhh babes congratulations on 100 followers!!! 😍😍😍 You deserve all the love! ♥️ I've got you on my reading list, but your Maxwell fic blew me away! 😭♥️

If I may... Can I request a Frankie drabble or HC where he & Reader have to take their baby to the ER? Nothing major! But still maybe Reader is panicking slightly & Frankie is just being a comforting dad & husband ♥️

Congratulations again sweet thing! ♥️♥️

Aww, thank you so much babes!!! It melts my heart that you liked my Maxwell fic so much!!

As requested, here is your Dad!Frankie! I hope you like it! I had to research some things, which is why it took me a little longer than anticipated. But enjoy!

(Sorry if the formatting stinks. I wrote this on my phone.)

Pairing: Frankie/fem!reader

Warnings: first time parent reader, sick little one.

Just a cold

Frankie didn’t even look at his caller ID when he answered his cell. “Morales,” he answered absentmindedly, elbow deep in the engine of a truck.

“Frankie? I think we need to take Mari to the doctor! She won’t eat and feels really warm. I don’t know what to do.” He could clearly hear the panic in your voice through the phone. He quickly stopped what he was doing and focused solely on you and the phone call.

“Deep breaths, cariño. I’m sure she’s fine. Lucia was that way when she caught a cold around the same age as Marisol,” he tried to soothe your worries. The two of you had been married for two years and had welcomed your daughter Marisol into the world almost a year ago.

You sobbed into the line. “But what if it’s not just a cold? Please come home, baby. I’m so worried about her.”

Frankie sighed but remembered he had been the same way when Lucia, his daughter from his ex before you, fell ill. It hurt knowing that his baby girls were suffering, but sometimes these things have to run their course. But he also knew you and you wouldn’t stop worrying and fretting without taking Mari to the doctor. “Okay, mi amor, I’ll be home in ten. That sound good? Just get Marisol ready and try to get her to drink some water. I love you, sweetheart.”

“Yeah, okay, Frankie. Thank you baby. I know you’re busy. I love you too, darling. See you soon.” The line went dead as you hung up and Frankie wiped his hands clean of the grease and oil starting to build up on them.

Ten minutes later, just as promised, Frankie pulled up in front of the little house the two of you had bought together when you discovered you were pregnant. He exited the truck and walked up the path to the front door.

“Cariño, Marisol, I’m here!” He called out, quickly spotting you in the living room holding a fussing Marisol. “There’s my girls,” he cooed, walking over to take Mari from you. He could see the stress of a sick child taking a toll on you. “Hello, mi flor! Are you feeling icky? Don’t worry, baby. Mama and Daddy are going to take you to the doctor and help you feel better, okay?” He held his daughter close to his chest and held out a hand to you, the love of his life. “It’s going to be okay, my love. I promise. I’m sure Mari just caught the cold Lucia got from her daycare. But let’s go and make sure, yeah?”

You nodded, taking your husband’s hand and standing. You grabbed the diaper bag next to the couch and the three of you left the house, loading into the truck in a quick fashion.

Frankie placed a kiss on Marisol’s head after strapping her into her car seat. Mari fussed and grabbed his hands, wanting the comfort of her daddy. “I know, mi flor, but just be patient until we get to the clinic, okay?” Her skin did feel warm to him as he pressed his lips to her forehead again.

You grabbed Frankie’s hand once he climbed in the driver’s seat. “Are you sure she’s going to be okay?”

Frankie nodded and brought your hand to his lips to place a kiss on your palm. “I’m sure, my love. It will just take some time. But let’s go see what we can do to help her feel more comfortable.” He kissed your hand one more time before letting go to drive.

You kept looking over your shoulder to check on Marisol, face tense with worry. Mari was fussing more than usual. She was never happy to be strapped in her car seat on a good day and not feeling well made it even worse. Frankie glanced over at you, eyes soft.

“Mi amor, Mari is okay. I’m sure that not feeling well is making her even crankier about being in her seat.” Franki reached over and held your hand. You didn’t reply verbally, just squeezed his hand tight while looking back one more time.

In what felt like a blink of an eye yet also an eternity, your little family checked in at the walk-in clinic and were taken to an exam room. Marisol was looked over by the kind and gentle pediatrician on call while you clung to your wonderful husband.

“Well Mr. and Mrs. Morales, it looks like little Marisol just has a simple cold. There’s not much we can do for that but let it run its course. Just make sure she’s getting plenty of fluids and keep her nasal passages cleared. You can give her a little bit of Children’s Tylenol or Motrin to help with the fever, but she’ll be okay in about a week. Won’t you sweetheart?” The pediatrician gently chucked Marisol under the chin, drawing a small smile from the little girl.

You sighed in relief. “Thank you doctor. That’s what Frankie thought, but I just wanted to make sure.”

The pediatrician smiled at you, understanding in her eyes. “I was the same way with my first child.” She turned to the computer in the room to make a few notes. “Obviously, if Marisol’s symptoms persist or get worse, which shouldn’t happen, then bring her back in. But don’t you worry, Mrs. Morales, you have a healthy little girl. Colds are a common trouble in every age.”

You nodded, thanking her again. Frankie took your hand and held Mari to his chest as you finished the visit and returned to the truck to go home.

Later that night, after Marisol was down for the night, you curled into Frankie’s chest. He hummed and ran a hand through your hair, his other hand resting on your hip. The two of you were in bed, ready to sleep.

“Thank you for being such a wonderful husband and father. Marisol and I are so lucky to have you,” you spoke softly, placing a kiss on your husband’s jaw.

Frankie smiled and held you closer. “I am the lucky one, mi amor. You have given me so much. Love, a home, another precious daughter. Never be sorry for worrying about Mari’s health, okay?” He kissed you softly, his love radiating from the act of affection. “I love you so much, cariño. You and our little one brought a light into my life I didn’t know was missing. You two are my anchors in reality.”

You smiled brightly at your husband. “We love you, too, darling.”

“Now, go to sleep, mi amor. I have a feeling Mari will be up early and we need the sleep to keep up with her. I doubt a cold will keep her down for long,” Frankie spoke, kissing you one more time. “Sweet dreams, cariño.”

“Sweet dreams, Frankie,” you replied softly, dreamland’s claim on you strengthening and pulling you under. Everything was good; you were married to a wonderful man who loved you and your daughter. You knew he would do anything for you. And with that last thought, your breathing evened out and you fell asleep.