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afriendlyblackhottie · 2 years

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Family Man

Summary: takes place thirteen years after Fuck Boy

Pairings: Chris Evans x black!reader

Warnings: minors dni, smut, a little bit of daddy kink, breeding kink, swearing, if I forget any just tell me cuz I can’t remember

(A/N: @thefallensoldier fucking finally. There’s probably a bunch of mistakes but I’ve been trying to write this story for too long to care. It’s done. I’m free. Yaaaaaaaay. This was a journey. Like follow and reblog with a comment 💜 ✌🏾)

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“Hi.”

It had been years since you’d heard that voice in person. Since he went all Hollywood and went MIA. Of course he had the worst timing in the world.

God you remember how hard you cried at first. Told yourself to just not fucking care. That you could figure it out all on your own. And you did. Of course you did. Not that you ever had a choice.

Back then you admit it felt like the guilt would eat you alive. That if you’d just tried harder maybe you could have found him. Especially after the first few years when she wouldn’t stop asking about him. And every time it hurt to give her whatever excuse. Made you feel like shit to be honest.

Really, though? You just didn’t know what you were to say. Hell you didn’t even know if it was your fault or his. Just knew that if he wanted to see you he would have. Clearly he didn’t want to.

Except it became bigger than the both of you. It wasn’t just you that you had to worry about. Romantically, a broken heart can be mended, but no one could ever replace a dad. Not even you.

That didn’t mean you didn’t try to be everything you could. Still it didn’t stop her from asking for so long. And it didn’t stop you from crying yourself to sleep because you had no idea what to say. There was only so much you could do.

You’d never forget the night the two of you finally hooked up. How he knew how to do you just right after pissing you off so much you wanted tell him to fuck off.

Instead he came in you and you hadn’t even realized he hadn’t put on a condom. Had been so caught up in the moment you gave him more of you than you should have. And you’d just switched birth control.

You remember coming out of that room with shaky legs. Pissed as hell. Heather screaming and crying. Threatening to fuck you up. Chris telling her to back off once again. The two of them getting distracted in their own argument.

But it didn’t matter. You were gone. Told your cousin to give you a ride home and got outta there. Didn’t want to stick around for anymore bullshit.

Chris had stopped by your apartment after. Even brought you food like a bribe. Couldn’t stop apologizing for Heather and for everything. Saying he’d get you a Plan B or whatever in the morning but that for now he just wanted to say sorry.

Ugh you wish you hadn’t let him in, but you did. Only for you to fuck again as if you didn’t just make that mistake. It had just been so hard to resist him when he was standing in your face with those puppy dog eyes like he’d chosen you. God you’d been so stupid.

The last time you saw him he was hanging with her. She was hugging him all close. You were in denial about the morning sickness so it was particularly shitty.

It wasn’t like you didn’t try to tell him, but he’d gotten busy after that. He’d left you a note through Derrick saying he wanted to talk to you but that he hadn’t been able to reach you. Then when you tried to call him it was like nothing happened.

Was it bad to admit that you’d given up? Well, you had. You had other things to focus your attention on. If he couldn’t stick around, that didn’t mean you wouldn’t. One of you had to.

Sure it hurt seeing him on billboards and TV. Seeing all those movies come out. The tabloids. Who he was dating the hottest topic at any given time.

You admit you’d gone through a bitter phase. It became hard to want to even want to date after him and he was out there doing whatever he wanted. Ugh. That wasn’t exactly one of your finer moments in life.

You knew Heather blamed you for them not working out. Maybe she was right. You never admitted that you wanted to be with Chris, but from one woman that had been hung up on him to the other, it was pretty obvious.

You hated that she still came around, but she was still friends with some of the people you still hung with. The worst part was she’d cozied up to your ex best friend. Like they were in some weird ‘We hate Y/N’ fan club. Then again after this long maybe they realized they were meant for each other. Who knew.

You know they’d been happy as hell that he’d left you just like he’d done to them. If they couldn’t have him neither could you sort of deal. Wonder what they’d think if they knew he was standing right in front of you. Beside her.

“Chris, I- what… what are you-,” you stuttered out, looking between the both of them. Trying to figure out what the fuck was going on.

Right before this Lia had been all in your face. Trying to tell you something, but there was just so much going on. Every few minutes it felt like someone was interrupting you. Work was just hectic.

“Uncle Derrick helped me call him,” she blurted out.

“Can we talk?” He asked.

Not like you had much of a choice.

Honestly you’d dreamed about this moment too many times. What you’d even say to him. Now that he was sitting right in front of you, you didn’t even know where to start.

You kind of felt like you might throw up. Hell you felt like that back then too. Has gone over what you wanted to say to him a trillion times. Each time growing with age. Yet you couldn’t remember shit right now.

It was always supposed to be that you’d be the one to do this. Every single time you’d practiced it in the mirror and nothing would could out. Him and Lia chatting in front of you like old friends. As if nothing was out of the ordinary. As if he’d been around this whole time. While there was this pit in your stomach that felt like it’d been there this whole time.

It was annoying how good he looked. Not that you didn’t know that he still looked good. Not like you could totally avoid him. Especially when Lia got into her Marvel phase. God that had been fucking rough.

She was obsessed too. Especially with Captain America. Just about how cool he looked and something about a Bucky Barnes. You’d watched everything a million times and yet you just tried not to focus.

When you say you didn’t know what happened you meant it. One minute everything was cool and the next… he was just… gone. And it felt like it hurt more to keep trying. So you just told yourself maybe she was older.

Well, she was older. Internet had made everything too accessible because here was your thirteen year old beside her father that you hadn’t seen since… fuck it just…

“Mommy?” Lia said, getting up so she could sit beside you.

“Hey.” Chris reached forward grabbing your hand so you could rest it on the table under his. “It’s okay.”

“I’m sorry I’m just…”

“No it’s okay,” Chris replied with a sigh. “Well, it’s not okay, but I know you didn’t do anything on purpose.”

“Yeah you’re the one that went all Hollywood on me.” You chuckled and sniffled.

“I know.” He sighed. “I’m sorry.”

Ugh you’d wanted to kill Derrick when he started showing her those movies. It felt better not to freak the hell out so you didn’t. He’d been all ohhh your uncle’s friend is in this movie and from their her obsession seemed to grow. It was actual fucking torture.

Your ex best friend and baby daddy up there on screen looking hotter and hotter with age. Millions of women probably drooling over him. Mind flashing back to that night everything had changed. The product of that night cheering when he picked up Thor’s hammer. God.

You’d think it would be easier to get hold of a celebrity but you’d be wrong. He was pretty fucking guarded. Insanely private for one thing not that you blamed him. You’d even tried to reach out to Scott once and… you do not know what the fuck had been happening. So you fucking gave up.

Now Chris was sitting in front of you for the first time since you’d made her. Your lip quivering because you couldn’t fucking help it. Then you went to hug her feeling like you needed to.

“I’m sorry,” you squeaked out.

“I know, Mom.”

“I love you, Baby, okay? No matter what.”

“I love you, too. Forever and ever.”

You laughed before kissing her forehead. “Forever and ever.”

“One blueberry muffin for, Lia.” Ryan setting down the plate. “And can I get you anything?”

“No I’m good,” he answered. “Do I know you from somewhere?” He asked.

“Um, no. I don’t believe so,” she replied with a smile. “Your name was?”

“Chris,” he replied. “I’m Lia’s dad actually.”

“O-oh,” she stuttered out. “Wow. Nice to meet you, I better get back to the back… cookies aren’t going to bake themselves.”

Chris waited for her to fully walk away before opening his mouth again.“Actually if it’s okay, do you think we could go somewhere else soon?” He asked you. “Somewhere more… private?”

“Yeah. Okay. Just let me finish up here? I’ll be off soon.”

“Yeah of course.” He sighed. “Besides I can talk to Lia.”

Lia was all smiles beside you at the thought. You were freaking the hell out internally for everything that was happening all at once. That he was there with her. Had met her. Fuck you were going to kill Derrick for not giving you a heads up. Monica too.

You couldn’t stop looking over them. They both had that same goofy ass smile. Both picking of that muffin. Acting like they’d been doing this for forever. All you could do was wish that they had.

“Everything okay?” Ryan asked. Wiping her hands down the front of her apron.

You let out a sigh before chuckling. “Yeah… I think so.”

If you were being honest you were more than happy to have him back.

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Chris was more than happy to stick around. Had honestly been glad when Akylia had gotten in contact. Sure he was a little mad that he’d missed out on so much time, but he had a feeling you hadn’t done it on purpose. And while he had a vague idea of what could have possible happened, right now they weren’t his focus.

He’d never forget the look on your face when you saw him again. This fear that had flashed in your eyes. Like you were afraid he’d yell at you at any moment.

Sure he could have been mad that you’d kept his daughter from him for all those years, but back then he’d known you better.

Apparently Derrick had accidentally let it slip to her about him. Not that you’d told anyone who Lia’s dad was officially. It was more like he’d put two and two together considering the way things had ended and the way it seemed like the two of you had been in a weird game of phone tag. At some point you’d stopped responding all together.

Fuck he hated it. That you thought he didn’t want you. That he’d ever be the kind of man to skip out on his kid. Chris Evans was a lot of things, but a fucking deadbeat wasn’t one of them. So while he could be mad that he’d missed out on so much, he wanted to just be there now. It wasn’t too late. For any of it.

So he put in the work. Got to know her. And by extension you again. Quickly realized that the part of your relationship neither of you got to explore before was something he was still curious about.

He also had to come to the quick realization that he couldn’t let some peoples opinions get in the way of things. This was between you, Lia, and him. Sure Derrick and Monica were family so he didn’t mind but there was a certain other someone that seemed to keep the negativity at full force.

He was glad you’d had a friend like Ryan to get you through all these years. That wasn’t his problem at all. She was a single mother just like you. She knew what it was like to do it alone. And he wasn’t the type of guy to tell you who you could be friends with.

Besides you seemed to have fun running the bakery together. Had said you’d just decided to try it out after you’d had Lia and had fallen in love. He was happy you had an outlet. And a friend to go with it. But she needed to butt the fuck out.

Chris tried not to think about it to much. Didn’t want the same kind of problems that held you two back before to start up again. It wasn’t worth it then and it damn sure wouldn’t be worth it now. Not when he finally had gotten the three of you into a really good space. Had really tried to position himself as the head of the family. If you could step up the way you did all these years he knew he could do the same.

Not to mention motherhood looked good on you. Even if you were raising a pre-teen. He was happy that out of every woman, it was you. He didn’t mind making shit up to you at all.

Sure you smacked him when he surprised you with a new car, but what was he supposed to do. Keep letting you drive around his daughter in a piece of shit when he had more than enough to give the two of you. It didn’t matter that you kept going, “Its a 2015!”

To which he replied. “Yeah and it’s not 2015 anymore.”

Even as you swore up and down that it wasn’t that bad he didn’t care. He wanted to give the two of you the best. He knew you’d been struggling and with him around why would you. Hell he was even trying to get you two to move into his place, even though you were being stubborn about it. Dodger would have loved if the two of you never left.

You tried to say you didn’t want him for his money, but he just didn’t care. After all these years of missing out he had a lot of shit to make up for. If it meant paying your rent, he was more than fine with that.

Even when you had to sit him down to tell him to stop spending so much money on whatever Akylia wanted, he just couldn’t. What else was he supposed to do. He had every plan to spoil the both of you. Take you to see the world. And it was the first birthday of hers that he’d be there. He wanted to make it great.

Except maybe you were right that a thirteen-year-old didn’t need this kind of power. A credit card what the fuck was he thinking. It wasn’t that he was mad. He could take care of it, but okay maybe you were right. He couldn’t just keep throwing money at the two of you to make up for things. The three of you needed to become a real family.

Chris admitted he’d always fantasized about the whole wife and kids thing. Even when he didn’t think it could ever happen. Had figured maybe all of that was out of the cards for him. Just didn’t think he could find the right woman. Turned out he already had. Even if you were trying to play hard to get.

Chris knew you wanted him. Even though you wouldn’t say it out loud. Kept using Lia as an excuse whenever he tried anything. Saying that you didn’t want her to walk in again. The one time you did give him a little taste she’d almost saw you. That’s when you told him the two of you had to be more careful, but he was fucking tired of it. He wanted this. He wanted you. He wanted to be a real family.

Wanted to come home to you and her. Kiss you when he walked in the door. Have her tell him all about his day all excited. Maybe even get a few more running around. God the way he would make sure everything was exactly how it should have been. The things Lia had to deal with growing up would never happen again.

Sure he wanted to be totally mad that she’d maxed out his card, but as he talked to her it all just became so real. This was the first big thing he had to parent about. That it doesn’t matter what assholes tell you, flexing your money to make shitty little kids stop being shitty little assholes won’t change anything.

“I’m sorry, Dad,” she whimpered as he hugged her. Rocking her back and forth in his arms. Honestly he was happy you let him do this alone.

“I know, Lia, but you’re grounded.”

She groaned into his chest. “But can’t I just-,”

“Nope,” he said. “I love you, Kiddo.”

“I love you, too.” She sniffled.

And with that he placed a kiss on the top of her head. It didn’t matter that she was in trouble. He still wanted her to know that.

Afterwards he left her to flop down on her bed. Figured that it was better to give her some space now. He’d set up a room for both of you at his place. Hell he was still trying to convince you to just move in, but you wanted her to at least finish out her last year of middle school before making a decision.

He knew it was hard for Lia growing up without him. Sure they hung out with you all the time, but there were times you’d given the both of them space to hang out without you. Told him about all the bullshit that came with all the judgment of him not being there. Now that he was it didn’t stop the assholes from being assholes.

He knew she was trying to prove something to those kids. He hated that she thought she needed to. That’s why he wanted to give her a chance to start over, but the both of you insisted it was better to wade it out. He was just trying to go along with what the two of you thought was best, but if he wanted to be the head of this household maybe he needed to put his foot down.

You were still sitting in the living room waiting for him. Told you he wanted to go talk to her but that he’d be back. He was just happy you hadn’t moved from your spot. As far as he was concerned you were in trouble too. If he had it his way he’d tear your ass up right now. Hell he might just have to have it his way.

“Hey,” he said as he sat beside you.

“Hey. How was she?” You asked softly.

“Good.” He sighed. “Is parenting always this hard?”

You chuckled. “Kind of, but I’ve never had to worry about anything like this.”

Chris let out another breath, leaning back. He was happy you were so comfortable here. Had already gotten into the habit of stealing his t-shirts. Hell the both of you had. Lia had even stolen one of his hats to wear to school. You were lucky he thought you looked good like this. Fuck. You needed to stop messing with him.

“You did good, Chris,” you reassured him. Patting his thigh.

It wasn’t like he hadn’t made a move since all of this had been going on. Of course he had. If it was up to him you would have been under him already. You had to know what you were doing.

“You think so?” He asked.

“Mhm,” you hummed. “I know the whole discipline game is hard, but sometimes you just have to bite the bullet.”

He chuckled. “Tell me about it. I just… I know things would be easier if maybe you and I… it would make me feel better if you two were here permanently.”

This time it was your turn to sigh. “Chris, we’ve talked about this. I don’t wanna confuse her.”

“We wouldn’t be,” he replied. “You could stay in your room. I can stay in mine.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You’re full of it. You and I know you’d try something.”

That’s when he shrugged. “I mean… would that be so bad?”

“It’s not that,” was your answer. “It’s just… I don’t think I can handle us messing around under the same roof.”

“Who said anything about just messing around? You know I’d want more than that.”

You shrugged. “Well, if you were serious you’d wanna take it slow.”

Chris raised an eyebrow. Almost feeling taken aback. “And we haven’t been? You act like we don’t spend a lot of time together.”

“Yeah. For Lia. If you wanted to be with me. You’d ask me out on a date or something. Not just assume that cuz you’re my baby daddy that I’d jump back on your dick.”

Okay. Fine. Fair.

Chris wanted to take care of you. For him that was a no brainer. Even if it just happened he’d take it seriously. Hell maybe even try for another. It wasn’t like he didn’t want this to be a real relationship.

So while he knew his intentions, you were still unsure. As bad as he wanted to throw you over his shoulder like a caveman a manhandle you like he’d done that first time, he got that things were really different now. And if you weren’t going to make it easy then he’d just have to go along with it.

“Okay… well… why don’t me and you go out. Just the two of us.”

“Like a date?” You asked suddenly feeling all meek.

“Yeah… like… like a date.” He couldn’t help it as he smiled. Biting his lip. Fuck. To be honest, he should have done this shit a long time ago.

Things had just been messy back then. Between his ex and her being your friend and then your argument. It was by accident that the two of you had become so close.

He remembered when you couldn’t stand him. How every word he said would be met with an eye roll. Fuck he used to think you were so annoying.

She’d told him the worst things about you. He didn’t even see why you were friends. As if you were the one that made her do all the shit she did. He admits he fucked around towards the end, but it was the fucking end. He had stopped fucking caring. So what after all the games she played.

Then when he got to know you without her he saw just how full of shit that she was. That you were a sweet girl who fuck he really should have treated better.

Not that he was a total dick the whole time. Hell if anything he thought he treated you pretty fucking well. Sure he didn’t call them dates but he’d take you to dinner and just out. If you made a comment about trying to try some place new he took you. He liked hanging with you.

He got why Heather was jealous. Sure they’d fucked around a few times, but he meant it when he said they weren’t a couple. Besides he’d been feeling you and then seeing you with that dick head then seeing you argue with her. He had to get you outta there. Didn’t want you popping off on her. She wasn’t worth getting into trouble over.

How he still never really knew what the fuck even happened. How he’d called you and called with no answer. That every time he asked about you to Derrick you’d just stopped wanting to talk to him. Sure he knew now it was because you found out you were pregnant and had gotten scared, but still. It wasn’t like you to just not talk to him.

The both of you had already sat down and talked about all this shit. That was the thing. Both of you wanting to lay it all out as the both of you dodged the one thing that had been on his mind for so fucking long.

The sex.

He’d never been able to stop thinking about it. Even as the years went by. His mind would wander back to it. Whenever he was alone. Being unable to stop himself from missing you. Mad he’d only had you once.

Maybe it was that he never thought he’d get the chance again. But fuck Chris had been craving you bad. Maybe because he knew how fake you were. He wonder if anyone else knew what a little freak you were. Fuck he hoped not. He knew you hadn’t dated much and he admits it made him feel a like cocky.

Sure he’d heard about it because of his ex but that had just been talk between girls. That she had no business telling him. Everything just always felt so judgy with her. It just got so annoying. He admits though it had made him curious.

So when it all turned out to be true, it was like fuck he couldn’t believe he only had it once. Just everything about it. Where the fuck was he gonna find a woman that let him do all of that again. Like that.

He honestly wondered what else you were hiding under all that cuteness. Even now. When he looked at you it was what he thought. Just thought you were so fucking… just cute. Like he wanted to keep you in his pocket. Hell you ran a bakery. Could you be any more adorable.

But then there was this… sexy side. That he wanted to be the only one to have access to. He loved that there were two sides of you. Hated that you thought you could trust her with such a thing only for her to totally disregard your feelings and tell him.

He didn’t mean to throw it in your face but fuck you’d just looked so fucking hot all angry over him. He couldn’t help it. After that trip to horror nights he really doesn’t see how he’d be able to resist. Got the hint that it was true by the way you were letting him touch all on you in the dark.

Then he had to deal with Heather getting so in her feelings. And he wasn’t a total asshole. He wanted to let her down gently if anything. Then she showed up on Halloween following him around like a puppy and dressed up like an Angel.

But he was the devil and you were his cheerleader. Drove him crazy. Whatever happened that night he knew it would have ended with his dick stuffed in you. Maybe he was happy drama had to ensue first so he could let your guard down. Put what he knew out on the table. You couldn’t resist that. And you didn’t.

And he wanted another taste. If taking you out on a dates and doing things your way was the way to get it, so be it.

“That’s all?” He asked, sighing in relief. “You want me to take you out on a date?”

You shrugged. “Maybe.”

“Well, okay. Y/N, will you go on a date with me?”

You bit your lip and nodded as he honestly wanted to melt a little. See. That’s what he meant. Those pretty eyes looking up at him. Acting all coy.

Chris chuckled. “You free tomorrow night?”

“I think I can fit you into my schedule,” you said.

He rolled his eyes, but couldn’t stop the smile on his face. “Yeah you better.”

“Or what?”

“Or…” he said scooting a little closer to you, “I throw you over my shoulder and just take you to my room now.” He shrugged.

“Nice try,” you replied. “But, that won’t work on me this time.”

“Don’t worry, Baby. We’re gonna do everything right this time, okay?” He finally wrapped an arm around your shoulders needing to hold you tight.

“Okay,” you replied, resting your head on his chest. “I’m trusting you, Chris.”

“Good. I’m glad,” he mumbled into your hair. Feeling more content then he’d felt in forever. Yeah he wasn’t going anywhere.

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You know when it’s like everything just ends up going for the worst?

Honestly Chris couldn’t fucking believe this shit. Had even managed to hide that the two of you were going out to Lia by asking Derrick and Monica to have her go out with their daughter to a movie or something. Yeah she was technically on punishment, but he just needed to do this. And it wasn’t like they didn’t hang out all the time.

And it was like nothing was going right.

First he got caught up with a fan who wouldn’t take the hint. And he didn’t want to be an asshole. And it’s not like you wanted him to be one either.

Then the restaurant everyone had been recommending to him was awful. Sure he was a celebrity so if he thought it was crappy he wondered how everyone else didn’t think so.

Then Ryan had kept calling to ask if you could stop by the bakery to grab something for something. Not understand that you were on a date. God. He swore he knew her from somewhere even though he couldn’t place it. And to be honest he’d just needed to vent about it.

“Man that’s rough,” Derrick laughed leaning back.

He’d just gone over all the ways he’d screwed up that night. You in the kitchen helping out Monica. Trying to get everything ready for their daughter’s birthday.

Chris was happy that even when he wasn’t around Derrick was. That he was even the one to help Lia reach out to him finally. If there was any other man he was fine with being her father figure, it was him.

“I know,” Chris groaned. He’d at least gotten the chance to come back a little from it. Things were all lost.

“Why don’t we just go get burger?” You’d suggested with a shrug.

Chris sighed and nodded from the driver’s seat. You’d gotten so pretty for him and this was hot tonight was going to go. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“It’s okay,” you replied. “I’m still having a good time.”

“Really?” He asked looking over at you.

“Of course. Actually I kinda missed hanging out with you.”

“I missed hanging with you, too.”

So yeah he’d kind of turned it around, but shit it wasn’t like that was how he wanted the night to go. If you weren’t going to make things easy then he couldn’t afford to mess up.

“Man, you know she doesn’t care,” Derrick said. “She wants you guys to work out.”

“She tell you that?” He sighed.

“No, but you two aren’t exactly subtle about it. Not like you guys weren’t obvious as hell back then.” He laughed.

Yeah he remembers Derrick getting on him about it then, too. Asking what was up. Telling him to go for it. And he was going to. Especially when he saw that the two of you had matched. How fucking perfect. God you looked so hot just taking it with that fucking skirt on too.

But fuck things would have been so much different if Heather hadn’t showed up.

Whatever who cares that was then and this is now. And his daughter was coming over to him to rest her head on his shoulder. “Daaaaaad,” she started in a sing song voice.

“No,” he said with a chuckle.

She tsk’d before lifting herself off of him. “You don’t even know what I was gonna say!”

“I know that your still grounded. We should have left you at home to eat baked beans and count your days.”

“Ha ha.” She rolled her eyes. “Auntie Monica wanted to know if I could go watch a movie with her and Kay after. Can I?”

“Did you ask your mom?”

“She told me to ask you. She said she’s spent thirteen years making every decision and now it’s your turn.”

Chris chuckled before glancing over at you with a glass of wine in hand smirking over at him. Shit. What the hell was this about. Okay maybe he wasn’t totally out of there.

When some other old friends had asked for you to come to this barbecue, he was happy you’d wanted to show up together as a family after all that. Not like it hadn’t been like this but it was kind of reassuring. His anxiety had been a little on the edge over you lately and it calmed him down a little that you were over there making eyes at him.

“Yeah, sure,” he’d answered glancing from back and forth.

Hell he was still kicking himself for not kissing you that night. Just hugged you and told you he’d see you later. God why was he being so fucking weird.

You probably thought you were so cute using that ask your father shit. And it kind of was. Shit. He kind of liked it. You deflecting decisions to him. Damn maybe things weren’t as hopeless as they felt that night. Derrick was probably right.

Then he watched as your face changed. A wider smile already across your face. Looking right passed him as you nudged Monica to get her attention and whispering something in her ear. Ryan rolling her eyes in his direction.

“Thanks, Dad,” Lia squealed before throwing her arms around him in a hug. He turned her around so he could see you doing the same with that guy. Him pulling you all close and shit. Trying to steal his move.

When the two pulled away he smiled down at Lia and then trailed his eyes back to you. Seeing whoever the fuck still hugging you. Touching you. No one else should be allowed to do that.

“Hey, Lia!” He called only for Lia to turn around.

“Hey, Eddie,” she said through gritted teeth. Lia walked over to them and Chris glanced over at Derrick who was laughing.

“Who the hell is that?”

“You don’t remember Eddie?” He replied.

Chris raised an eyebrow. “No.”

Derrick t’sked. “Come on, Man. Eddie.”

“Saying his name again won’t make it suddenly come to me,” Chris huffed.

He shrugged, standing up so he could head over. “Yeah, well looks like he still has a crush on your girl.”

Yeah he kind of caught that. Chris sighed before realizing why was he standing all the way over there. Eddie was probably just a friend anyway.

“Chris, hey. What are you doing here?” Eddie asked as Chris made a big show out of wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“Just here with the family,” he said.

Why the hell couldn’t he remember this guy as the two of you chatted. He went on about having not seen Lia since she was little and that pissed him off because he hadn’t even gotten a chance to see her when she was little. But here he comes stepping all up to you like he had any right while he was right there.

The two of you talked like old friends even though you were keeping close. He was happy you hadn’t even shrugged off his arm. Letting it lay across your shoulder. That’s right. He was your man. Maybe not officially but he was working on it.

Eddie was definitely into you, but you were a little harder to read. Yeah you let him keep you close but then again it wasn’t like you weren’t laughing at everything he was saying. Even as Lia had left with Monica, Derrick, and their own daughter the three of you were still standing around.

“So what are you doin’ for the rest of the night?” He asked, tilting his head to the side clearly only speaking to you.

“Um, I dunno,” you said looking over at him. “We were just going to probably go home. Pick up Lia later.”

“There’s this bar I was going to after. You should come with. We haven’t hung out in a minute.”

“That sounds like fun,” Ryan interjected suddenly.

“You wanna go, Chris?” You asked now seeming more inclined to going.

Chris looked at you with a raised eyebrow and shrugged. “Do you?”

“It might be fun,” you replied.

“Well, I mean there’s a group of us. Only have room for one more,” Eddie said.

“That’s okay,” Chris replied. “We can drive separately.”

“Are you two together?” He finally asked.

“We like to say we’re co-parenting closely,” Chris said.

Eddie chuckled, head going back. “Wait, what? You’re pregnant?”

“Not yet,” Chris mumbled.

“No,” you laughed smacking Chris’s stomach lightly but keeping your hand on his abs getting closer to him. “Chris just finally stopped being Hollywood for long enough to start parenting our child.”

“Yeah well what can I say. Couldn’t get a hold of you,” he teased. To be honest he was kind of glad the two of you had reached the point where you could joke about this. Sure things weren’t clear, but hey at least you were working on it.

“Still using that excuse?” Ryan said through gritted teeth.

“Ry, cool it,” you said nudging her.

“Yeah…” Eddie said. “Yeah just meet me there. Text you the address.”

“Can you just send it on my Instagram?”

“Yeah…”

Good girl. That’s right don’t give another man your phone number in front of him. Bad enough he was doing this instead of spending alone time with you.

“You sure you don’t wanna go home?” Chris groaned as he got into the drivers seat. Putting the back of his head against it.

You grinned, looking up at him. “Yeah. I think it’ll be fun. Why not take advantage of Lia being gone. Go on another date.”

Chris’ heart thumped in his chest and a little smirk coming on his face. “Oh so you’re asking me out now?”

You chuckled softly suddenly getting all squirmy under his gaze. You looked so fucking hot like this too. All dressed in black. Why waste it by just taking you home. He had the rest of guys life to take you home. You wanted to go out, then he’d go out.

“Maybe.”

Hell he should be happy you still wanted to go out with him. Made him feel like he was back in his 20’s. Hanging with you and talking about whatever. How this time he wanted to get it right. Didn’t feel like there was any room for mistakes.

“What about Ryan?” He asked. Happy she’d went in Eddie’s car. He’d needed a breather from all the sly comments. He got that she was your friend and he was trying to be nice, but fuck.

You shrugged. “She’ll be fine. Besides, it’ll be fun.”

Chris held your hand as he walked through the bar. Hoping he wouldn’t get noticed too much. By now rumors had been going around. He’d have to address you and Lia at some point. He just wanted the time to be right. On his own terms. Besides he didn’t need her getting all that scrutiny. She was just a kid.

Then there was you and he thought about all the awful shit people would say. And he knew he could protect you but still fans were vicious.

But that didn’t mean he wanted to hide things. Pretend like something wasn’t going on. Be secretive. You didn’t deserve that.

He sipped on his beer as you nursed a whiskey sour. Whispering in each other ears. It took him back. It really did. Taking you all over like you were his girl. Because you were. He was just waiting for the time to do it right.

He remembered when Lia had first messaged him. Derrick had texted him out of nowhere for the first time in forever. Funny how you’d just been on his mind for the millionth time after dating this girl that didn’t feel right giving the same shit he wanted to give you. Figured you’d be married now. Why wouldn’t someone have snatched you up.

So when she got a hold of him it was like his life had flashed before his eyes. That how the hell could he be a dad and not know. He never wanted to be one of those guys and he had been. His little girl growing up without him. Made him feel like scum.

Hopped on a plane as soon as he could. He was coming back to you and her. Wouldn’t have done it any other way. Even the few times he’d traveled since had been different found himself missing you more than he’d expected. And he hadn’t even touched you yet.

“Chris,” you whined pushing at his shoulder. He didn’t mean to zone out on you. “Stop looking at me like that.”

A goofy smile spread across his face before he grabbed your hand to make you stop. “I can’t help it.”

“But you’re not listening.” You pouted.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He laughed. “What were you telling me, Sweetheart?”

“I forgot to tell you that I talked to your mom and she wants to come out.”

His jaw dropped eyebrows furrowing. “She’s already calling you instead of me?”

You giggled. “Because she wanted to stop by the bakery.”

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Oh whatever. You’re her favorite now.”

As you giggled again you tilted your head back. He couldn’t help it as he just stared at you. Eyes feeling heavy in like. Fuck you were cute. He remembered getting like this back then too. All smitten.

Even when he was with her and the two of you annoyed the shit out of each other. How you seemed to suck him in. No wonder she used to accuse you of flirting with him. You probably were.

He remembers how you used to dress back then. Flaunting everything off. No girl of his would be going out dressed like you. If you were his he wouldn’t have wanted anyone else to see that. And he didn’t even get it. Normally Chris didn’t care about that kind of shit. He was never the type to care about what a woman wore. Yet with you he felt so… he just didn’t get it back then.

Now he did. Fuck he’d always wanted you. And he wanted you right now. Should have just taken you home tonight. See what happened. Fuck he knew what would have happened. He wouldn’t have been able to stop himself. Maybe that’s why you wanted to go out. Trying to fight him off.

“Chris,” you whined again and this time he caught your hand before you could push against him. Chuckling before pressing his lips to it.

“I’m sorry, Baby. You wanna get outta here?”

Just as you were about to answer, Eddie finally popped up. Making Chris roll his eyes. “Hey! I’ve been looking for you two everywhere. Come sit with us.”

Chris groaned. “Actually, Man, we were just about to head out.” Especially with the way you were making eyes at him.

“Ah come on. Just one drink?”

“Yeah. Just one won’t hurt, right?” You said nudging him. “Besides, Ryan is probably sitting with them.”

As bad as he wanted to be like no let’s go, he knew you just wanted to have some fun. Fucking Y/N. You little tease.

Chris groaned. “Alright, fine. One drink.”

You grinned before leaning into kiss his cheek. Chris caught Eddie rolling his eyes at that. Meanwhile all he could do was smile at you.

So cute. So innocent. Couldn’t see that this other guy wanted you. Maybe you didn’t want to. To focused on him. Fuck he should just tell him to fuck off. You two had your date. It was time to go home so he could… shit you looked good.

“Actually, I think we should go home,” he said breathing heavy through his nose.

You did this thing where you licked the corner of your mouth. Glancing from his lips to his eyes again. “Okay,” you said the bit your lip.

Good fucking girl. That’s what you wanted, huh? Wanted him to put his foot down. He could do that.

“Yeah, sorry, Man. Maybe another t-,”

“Oh my god! Chris?” Came a gasp.

That’s when Chris looked up and then crinkled his nose. You let out an annoyed breath, rolling your eyes. “Um, hey…”

“Hey!” She said with all the enthusiasm in the world. “Y/N.”

“Heather,” you replied. Not like you wanted to talk to her anymore than she wanted to talk to you. According to you it wasn’t like you hadn’t seen each other around.

All it showed was that you really needed to get the hell out of there. “What are you two doing together?” She asked.

“We’re on a date actually,” Chris replied putting his hand on your thigh. You smiled up at him, bringing your palm to rest on top of it.

“Oh…” she said with a raised eyebrow. “‘Bout time the two of you admit it.” She chuckled. “You two were sooo annoying back in the day. Like just fuck already please.”

“Why don’t you guys come sit with us?” Eddie asked again.

Honestly he was kind of stunned that Heather was being so… polite. It had been over ten years though. People change. He’d changed. Fuck it.

Ryan hugged you as soon as you got to your booth having been sitting with Eddie’s other friends. Probably the first time he’d seen her without a scowl on her face. He didn’t even care that she didn’t bother to say hello as he just went back to wrapping an arm around you. One drink and the two of you were fucking out of there.

“Wow, Chris it’s been such a long time,” she said. “You look great. Movie star life treating you well?”

“Yeah it’s been pretty fun,” he replied. “Nice to take a break, though.”

“So you two are a couple now or?” She asked cutting to the chase.

“They’re coparenting,” Eddie informed her.

Heather raised an eyebrow. “Oh you’re pregnant?”

“Not yet,” Chris said again. “We actually have a daughter together.”

“Isn’t your daughter like… fifteen?”

“Thirteen,” you replied.

Honestly it was like Heather’s eyes were about to bug out of her head. “What? Wow, Chris. What the hell? Honestly, Y/N, you’re better than me cuz I would have kicked his ass.”

Chris snickered because he kind of didn’t blame her for her reaction.“Yeah well, trying to make up for lost time.”

“In his defense, he didn’t exactly know,” you said. “Just figured it would be better if we started with a clean slate.”

“Easy to do when other people have picked up the pieces,” Ryan said with her drink up to her mouth, but not yet taking a sip.

“Ryan, stop,” you said.

“No let her talk,” Chris pressed because fuck he was ready for her to just say it. Not like he hadn’t been down this road before with you. Of course there was going to be someone that had a problem.

“You know what just because she thinks the sunshines out of your ass doesn’t mean I don’t see right through you,” she said. “And one day he’s going to break Lia’s heart just like he did to yours.”

“Ryan, that’s enough,” you finally said. “I get it but it wasn’t only his fault. I should have told him when I had the chance and I didn’t. But he’s trying now and I wanna let him.”

“Yeah because you saw his bank account,” she said rolling her eyes.

“You know that’s not why.”

“Then what is it! You’re gonna let him control you because he has money? As if we haven’t been trying to create our own shit. You don’t need him.”

“It’s because I love him, okay!” You finally blurted out, squeezing your eyes shut. “I get it everything with Shane is back and forth but that doesn’t mean its like that for Chris and I… You know what I’m… not doing this with you,” you said getting up so you could walk away from her. “I’m going to the bathroom and then we’re going home.”

Chris stood up, too, but not before Heather could say, “I’ll come with.” Making a sour face in Ryan’s direction.

Sure you and Heather had never been friends, but it was kind of nice that she even seemed irritated for you. Following you to the bathroom. You just needed a minute.

“Hey… it’s okay…” Heather said as you took a breather in front of the sink.

“Ugh why are you being so nice to me?” You sighed as you leaned against the sink.

She shrugged. “Because. I dunno. Look we had problems like ten years ago. I’m not going to hold it over your head.”

You chuckled. “So, truce?”

“Hell yeah. Fighting over a guy is so 2008,” she said with a chuckle. “You okay?”

“Um, yeah… I will be I just… I’m so tired of the back and forth with her. Ya know. Ever since Chris came back it’s been like… constant bullshit with her and it’s like I don’t want to go through all this drama with him again. Not when things finally feel like they might be real.”

“Have you talked to him about it?”

“I dunno I don’t… like kind of, but I haven’t told him everything. He stayed outta shit like that you know Chris.”

“Don’t want history repeating itself?”

“Something like that,” you said with a sigh. “I just… want to be a family. Like we’re kinda stuck together.”

“Yeah well, don’t let Ryan get to you. You know how she is.” Heather rolled her eyes.

“I didn’t realize you two were so close,” you replied.

Chris was waiting for you outside as you’d barged out. Ready to go the fuck home after dealing with that shit. He doesn’t know what your friend was on but he thinks he’d reached a breaking point.

But that wasn’t even the worst part. As she kept going on and on he was trying to figure out what side Eddie was on too. Suddenly a lot of, ‘hey, maybe she’s right.’

He could tell the dude was into you. He’d made it obvious as hell, but this was something else. Cuz Derrick was right, he totally knew him.

“Oh, you’re the guy with the microdick,” Chris finally blurted out and that was what it took for Ryan to finally shit the fuck up.

God he remembers that. When you’d come to him freaking the hell out because you said you didn’t think it was possible. He also remembers laughing. Which he’d wanted to do, but at this point the hole had already been dug and the only thing he could do was wait for you so you could go home.

“Hey,” Chris called out as soon as he saw you to get your attention. Heather coming out behind you.

“I’m gonna fucking kill her, Chris!”

He raised his eyebrows before grabbing you before you could get any further. “Hey, hey. What the hell happened?”

“Oh nothing except I’m going to fucking kill Ryan!”

“What. Happened?” He repeated.

That’s when you stopped, squeezing your eyes shut. Before wrapping your arms around his waist. Burying your head into his chest. Chris sighed as he held you close looking at Heather who shrugged. “Just thought maybe she should know the truth,” she said. “Chris, take her home. I’ll text you tomorrow, okay?”

You nodded and sniffle. Chris felt like he was in the twilight zone. This could not be the same two girls he knew back in the day that were ready to claw each other’s eyes out over him. Then again he liked this way better.

“Thanks, Heather,” he said as you held onto him.

“Yeah. Maybe we can go out for coffee sometime?”

“I’d like that.” She smiled. “It’s okay. I’ll deal with Ryan.” She winked before waving.

“Well, that was a plot twist I wasn’t expecting,” he said in your year with a chuckle.

You’d been silent the whole car ride home. Staring out the window. To be honest Chris wasn’t really sure what to say to make anything better. She was your friend for so long. Not surprised that whatever was going on was making you feel some type of way.

That’s okay. He’d take care of you when you got home. Thank fucking god for Monica and Derrick for the millionth time.

As you took off your seatbelt, he reached over to touch your shoulder. “Wanna talk about it?” He asked.

“I should have listened to you when you said let’s go home,” you said.

“Next time I’m throwing you over my shoulder like a caveman.” He chuckled. You closed your eyes as you laughed softly too. Chris moved his hand to your thigh. “If it makes you feel better, I made a total ass of myself with your friend Edgar.”

You laughed again. “You mean Eddie?”

“Yeah. Him.” Chris laughed. “He’s the micro-dick guy isn’t he?”

“Chris! You didn’t!”

“It just came out!” He said. “Ryan was still going on and on and he was saying how messed up it was that I came back and got in between your friendship and it just clicked.”

If nothing else he was happy he was at least cheering you up as you started laughing a little harder. “Chris!”

“What! You know what that’s what he gets for trying to flirt with you even though we were together.”

“You’re such a meatball.”

“Am I wrong? He clearly still has feelings for you.”

You chuckled and shook your head. “No you’re not wrong but still!”

“Oh so you were trying to make me jealous on purpose?”

“Maybe a little.” You shrugged.

He shook his head. “Thought you were being cute, huh?”

“Aw, Boo,” you cooed at him before leaning over to kiss his cheek. “I know I’m cute.”

Chris laughed as you hurried to open up the car door. Like you were trying to get away from him. He was just happy you seemed to be in a better mood.

He tickled you as he got up to the front door. Pushing you up against it. “Hey!” You protested as he put his hands on either side of your head, boxing you in standing in front of you so you couldn’t walk away.

“You know what?” He said with his voice all low. Voice rasping out as he spoke. “I’m gonna let you have that one.” Then he put his nose against your cheek. Breath tickling your skin. “You are really fucking cute. Why I can’t let anybody else have you.”

Finally his lips pressed to your flesh. Making you shiver. “You’re only saying that cuz I’m the mother of your child.”

“Nah. I’m saying that cuz I’m trying to make another,” he said into your ear.

You rolled your eyes and then smacked his stomach. “Oh whatever you don’t-,” you stopped talking when he finally pressed his lips to yours to shut you up. Sick of all the games you’d been playing. Fuck it. He was tired of waiting. He’d waited long enough.

You snaked your hands around his neck as he finally pulled you in. Honestly he doesn’t know how it took him this long for him to do this much. Now he was sure he couldn’t stop.

“Chris,” you moaned into him. Fuck yeah. That’s his girl. Goddamn he needed this so bad.

“C’mere,” he said, pulling you. Needing to get you inside already. Didn’t need to give his neighbors a total show.

As soon as you were in the house he couldn’t help himself as he started kissing you again. He’d been craving this for all these years and he was tired of waiting.

“Please,” you moaned when he started kissing all on your neck.

“Tell me what you need, Babe,” he said into your ear.

“Need you,” you whimpered. “Really bad.”

“Yeah? Don’t worry, Baby. I need you, too,” he groaned into your ear. “Gonna take care of you. Never leaving you again.” He picked you up so your legs could wrap around his waist as he could carry you to his bedroom. Well, your bedroom. No way he wasn’t keeping you here now. This was it. “You on birth control?”

“No,” you whispered softly biting your lip. “I didn’t think you’d wanted me to be.”

Chris chuckled. “That’s my fucking girl,” he groaned, his dick feeling so strained against his zipper. Hands pawing at your ass before you put your mouth back on his.

Your jacket and tank top coming off quickly and his too. Chris didn’t want to waste anymore time. He’d done it long enough.

Before you know it he set you down on his bed. Laying you back as he hovered over you. “Fucking pretty as hell,” he said as he helped you unbutton your jeans. Like he could barely wait.

He started kissing down your body so he could pull them off. Placing kisses down your thighs and keeping his eyes on you. Had been mad at himself for not even getting one fucking taste back then. God he was about to fucking feast.

“Chris!” You cried reaching up to grab his hair as he ate you out. As bad as he wanted to put his dick in you, he knew he was not about to stop until he got his fill. “Y-yes,” you gasped. “Yes-,”

Fingers on your clit rubbing in circles. He wanted to make you cum so badly. “That’s my baby. That’s right. Look at how fucking wet this pussy is. Been waiting for this, huh?”

“Uh huh,” you breathed out.

“Me, too, Baby. This is mine. You hear me? Never letting you go again.”

“Chris!” You cried out feeling close as he played with you at the same time as he said all this shit. “Please!”

“Tell me what you want,” he demanded.

“I wanna- ah! I wanna- fuck I’m gonna cum.”

“Yeah?” He asked speeding up his movements on your clit.

“Right- ah don’t stop! Right there!” Eyes rolling to the back of your head as you cried out for him. Orgasm piercing through you. “Chris!”

He didn’t wanna stop though. Wanted to give you a few more while he could. Wanted to show you exactly what he was gonna do to you. That you were his fucking girl and that he wanted you to feel good.

When he was finally done he was dying to kiss you. To make you taste yourself. Goddamn if he didn’t get inside you soon he was probably gonna cum in his pants.

He pulled off you so he could hurry the fuck out of his jeans and underwear. Ready to just fuck you. Cuz you were spread all out for him ready to take him and he needed you so goddamn bad.

The moan you did into his ear made him groan as he started pushing in. Pussy tight around the tip making him hiss next. “Chris!” You squeaked.

“What am I gonna have to do until you’re calling me daddy?” He asked as he pushed in a little deeper watching as your eyes squeezed shut.

“I- ugh!” You couldn’t even get anything out as he stretched you. “Daddy!” Not even trying to fight it.

“That’s my good fucking girl,” he groaned his hips picking up speed. Chris got on his knees as he pumped in and out of you. “Been thinking about this for thirteen fuckin’ years. Never letting you go again. You fucking hear me.”

You turned your head to the side. Face screwed up as you took him. That was all you could fucking do with how damn deep he was and how good he was giving it to you.

Chris leaned down so he could take your nipple into his mouth. Making you let out the cutest little whimpers. Juicy pussy tightening around him. “Might have to mark you up. So next time your little friend sees you he knows better than to fucking talk to you,” he said, then went back to suckling on them.

“Daddy!” You mewled, body shuddering unable to help it as you came around him. Nails scratching at his back.

“That’s it,” he groaned. “That’s my fucking girl. So good for me. Gonna have to make you Mrs. Evans.”

He just couldn’t fucking stop. He wanted it all. Wanted to put a ring on your finger and a baby in your tummy. He wanted every fucking thing he should have given you a long time ago. Didn’t give a fuck what your friend thought. He was here to stay and wanted you to fucking know it.

“Fuck, Chris,” you sobbed as he picked up your legs to make them wrap around his waist. “Yes. I’ll be, ugh, I wanna be yours.”

“You already were, Baby,” he groaned. “Can’t believe you went off your birth control for me. See you knew what I fucking wanted, huh?”

“Yes!” You cried feeling another orgasm course through you. Fuck you can’t remember having anyone do you like this. That’s why you would have rather stayed single. You didn’t even want anyone else doing what he does to you.

Now that he was here giving you orgasm after orgasm, you didn’t want to think about back then. All that mattered was right now. That you believed him when he promised you the world. Maybe it was stupid, but you trusted him this time.

His thumbs pressed deep into the back of your thighs so he could get you steady just where he wanted you. Changing his rhythm so he could just slide in really deep making you gasp and your body bounce.

You looked so good like this. Whatever thought about how cute you looked earlier had been replaced in his mind. This was an image he’d never be able to replace in his mind.

Watching as his dick disappeared inside of you. Leaving your cream on his cock. As bad as he wanted to be rough with you, he wanted to savor it. Putting his body back on top of yours so he could hold you close as he stilled before pushing back into you as deep as he could go not able to hold himself back.

“Goddamn, Y/N,” he moaned into your ear as he spurted inside of you. Rocking his hips again like it was a primal instinct. Like he was trying to make sure he could push it all into you. “Fuck.”

He’d slumped on top of you. Putting his head into your shoulder. Pushing in one more time before rolling off of you. Not wasting any time to wrap you up in his arms.

“How’s my pretty girl feeling?” He asked into your ear as he settled in behind you once again make you shiver.

“Good,” you managed to say.

“Good,” he replied, kissing the side of your head. “You want anything?”

“Just you,” you mumbled.

Chris chuckled. “I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

You nodded as he kept placing kiss after kiss going down to your shoulder so he could give you more. Feeling like he needed to have his mouth on you. Fuck how did he wait this long. Cuz now he wasn’t gonna be able to keep his hands off of you.

Even the last time you didn’t get to do this. Everything had been so quick he never got the chance to savor you. Now, though, he wasn’t about to let that shit happen again.

Didn’t matter what anyone thought the three of you were a family and he planned to keep it that way.

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Capcom's Official AA Fanclub Surveys - DGS Edition

Many Western fans may be familiar with the Turnabout 4koma comics that get posted on the official AA fanclub site that Capcom runs, thanks to some lovely fans on tumblr and elsewhere who have shared their translations. What fewer people seem to know about is the character surveys.

Back in the old days, they used to hold a survey on Capcom's official AA fansite every few months where they'd write about the seasonal activities of a handful of characters and ask fans to vote for the funniest/most pleasant/strangest/etc answer.

They stopped doing them in like... 2016? 2017? The original text is lost for good as far as I can tell. Even the wayback machine couldn't help because the content was password locked and you can't get past the password wall while remaining in the archived version.

Fortunately, I saved some of my translations of them so I thought I’d share them.

Cut for length...

"February has begun, and the DGS cast is nearing the end of their journey aboard the RFS Alacrei. Which of them acted the most strangely?"

Ryuunosuke ~ Exhausted from his intensive study session, he decided to try some katana swinging practice as a change of pace and to combat his recent lack of exercise. But because he wasn't used to handling the katana, he swung it too hard and it went flying out of his hands and got stuck in the wall right next to Sherlock, who had just entered the room. Sherlock asked him, "aren't you supposed to be studying right now, Mr. Naruhodo?" and handcuffed him to his desk.

Susato- worked on developing a curriculum for Ryuunosuke. 'If we keep going at this pace, he won't be able to learn it all in time... It'll be hard on Naruhodo-sama, but we'll have to work hard through a couple of nights together.' With that thought, she created a harsh study schedule, and almost seemed to be looking forward to it for some reason.

Sherlock- Driven by excitement over the thought of returning to England after a long absence, he went up on deck to stare at the ocean. Being February, it was very cold out there and he ended up being chilled all the way to the tips of his fingers. He returned to the ship cabins and amused himself by putting his frozen hands on Ryuunosuke, who was stuck in his room studying.

Van Zieks- Upon hearing from Vortex that there was a Japanese exchange student coming to England to study law, he smashed a Lord's Bottle. He apparently also didn't care for the fact that that Japanese student wouldn't be alone, because he proceeded to shatter his chalice, too.

Hosonaga- in order to provide a respite from studying, he provided some hot chocolate. They enjoyed a pleasant tea time, marveling over how sweet and delicious the drink was until Sherlock piped up with some unnecessary trivia: 'Actually folks, chocolate has long been used in Europe as an aphrodisiac!' Everyone promptly spat it out."

"The long winter is nearly over and spring is on it's way, putting the DGS cast members in a celebratory mood. Who found the best way of enjoying spring?"

Ryuunosuke: the Yuumei University faculty members were holding a flower viewing event, and he joined the assistance committee. He exhausted himself keeping the blankets clean so the intense shower of flower petals wouldn't pile up too high on them, delivering sake and snacks, and mediating whatever pointless fights arose. To top it all off, for some reason his compensation was only a single piece of leftover candy. Talk about a sad result!

Susato- her father and the others living in his dormitory were holding the flower viewing event, so she got up early to prepare the bentos. But her father carelessly forgot to tell her that they wanted tea cakes, so she had to go around the house and neighborhood collecting sweets. For some reason, she ended up being able to gather caramels, biscuits, candy sticks, basically everything but tea cakes, for the tea ceremony.

Sherlock- he disguised himself as a beat officer and infiltrated Scotland Yard to have some fun. There was a real beat officer napping on his feet in the spring sunshine, and while observing him, Sherlock ended up falling asleep too. Detective Gregson gave them a good scolding when he found them, but then Sherlock revealed his true identity with a "hey, it's me, folks!" "What the blazes do you think you're doing?!" Gregson shouted, his rage growing even more, and Sherlock ended up making a run for it.

Van Zieks- went to the vineyard to oversee the production of the contents of his Lord's Bottle. As he viewed the still unopened grape blossom buds, he thought about how they would someday grow up to fill his Lord's Bottle, and ended up going around to look at each one. But the farm hands couldn't stop wondering whether the bottle itself or its owner's heel might come flying at them and were quite uneasy.

Asougi: exhausted himself running around since early morning helping with the professors' flower viewing event. When it was over, he took a break, sharing his reward candy stick [the name of the candy literally translates to 1,000 year candy] with Ryuunosuke, who had also been helping out.

"I wonder if the candy's effect is halved if you share it with someone."

"That still gives us 500 years."

They laughed and enjoyed looking at the flowers until dark. Then they parted ways with a handshake and a "see you later, best friend."

(This one was something about celebrating New Years. For some reason I didn't save the original question)

"Ryuunosuke ~ To celebrate New Years, he planned to pound mochi with everyone at the office. He somehow managed to get his hands on some mochi rice and he and Sherlock started pounding. Iris was having such fun watching them that she steamed a whole bunch more mochi rice so they could have some to share, and he and Sherlock spent the whole evening pounding mochi like crazy.

Asougi~ Because it's New Years, he went around to a bunch of shrines. When he drew his new year's fortune, he got a "horrible luck" result. "I'm not worried about it," he claimed, and headed up to the mountains early on New Years morning and work hard on a full training course of purification by water, meditation under a waterfall and wooden sword practice. It seems that he was working really hard to clear his mind of all earthly thoughts

Sherlock- Agreed to help Ryuunosuke pound mochi. As Ryuunosuke was flipping the mochi over, he carelessly dropped his badge into the bowl and Sherlock mixed it in without noticing, so they had to crack open both the hard and soft mochi to look for it. Fortunately they found it in the 4th one they checked, but apparently Sherlock got his hands and face covered in sticky white mochi in the process.

Susato- Wore a furisode and went with her father to do the first shrine visit of the year. The shrine was incredibly crowded and they had to wait in line for a long time, but she brought the Encyclopaedia of British Law and a copy of the Strand Magazine in her sleeves to secretly read as they waited so she actually ended up enjoying the wait.

Van Zieks- Ryuunosuke cheerfully gave him some mochi as a New Year’s (which at that time was celebrated at the same time as the Chinese New Year) gift, which he accepted confusedly, wondering “...Can the Japanese not even keep track of when the New Year is?” Because Ryuunosuke referred to it as a rice cake, he tried to eat it like a regular cake without softening it with heat first. It was so hard that he couldn’t imagine how it could possibly be food, and ended up misunderstanding the Japanese even more!

"Autumn has arrived, and the weather is starting to cool off, which means that everyone is becoming more active. Which character chose the most pleasant autumn activity to keep busy with?"

Iris was making bread but her hands are small and it’s difficult for her to knead the dough, so she asked for Ryuunosuke’s help. She wanted to make enough to hand out to Gina and all the other homeless children in the East End, so she made a massive amount and Ryuunosuke was stuck kneading this massive mountain of bread dough all day. Apparently he became such a expert at kneading that he could be a baker now.

Asougi was practicing with his sword, slicing autumn-colored ginko leaves as they fell from the tree. He cut so many leaves, though, that he ended up making a big mess on the ground, the number of fallen leaves now having increased, and it took him a long time to clean it all up.

Sherlock: Ryuunosuke told him that he was making anpan (bread filled with sweet red bean paste, the bane of my Asian-dwelling existance) and asked Sherlock to help by being in charge of getting the poppy seeds they’d need to sprinkle on top, so Sherlock went out and gathered a ton of poppy seeds. In fact, he got so many of them that no one knew what to do with them all cuz they had a huge amount of leftovers. Sherlock said, “Well, they’re only the size of poppy seeds! Surely you two can deal with them somehow! Ahahaha!” and Iris scolded him.

(I couldn’t capture it in English, but Sherlock’s line contained a pun, and a pretty stupid one at that, so that’s part of why he got scolded)

It’s grape harvesting season, so Van Zieks commutes to the winery regularly to direct the production of the contents for his “Lord’s Bottle.” He demands perfection in everything from the selection of the grapes to the way they’re squeezed, and the winery staff is terrified by the “grim reaper’s” gaze and heel swinging (i.e. the leg thing he does in court) so they grumble as they work.

"Hearing that there’s a holiday in the West called Halloween, the people involved with the court in Japan decided to try it out themselves. Naturally Halloween is a big deal in England as well. So, which member of the DGS cast had the best celebration?"

Team Ryuunosuke and Asougi- Asougi got Naruhodo up on his shoulders and they draped a white sheet over themselves to make a ghost costume. They went out like that, but Naruhodo had such exaggerated reactions to the fear of the people who saw them and to bumping his head on tree branches that they ended up losing their balance and falling on top of each other?!

Sherlock Holmes- went wearing a horse’s head mask. Iris used her skills to make it a fancy horse covered in stars, but the eye holes weren’t well made and he had to wander around blindly. Because of that he tripped hard over a pile of coal! He ended up getting so dirty that the stars on his costume were covered up!

Van Zieks- took inspiration from his nickname and dressed up as the grim reaper. He covered himself up with a skeleton mask and hood figuring no one would know it was him. Unfortunately he got angry when he saw Megundal (McGilded) pass by and started throwing bottles and glasses and ended up giving himself away.

"November has arrived, and autumn is nearing its end. However, the DGS cast is still keeping busy, even on their days off. Which character chose the most interesting way to spend their late autumn day?"

Ryuunosuke- Thinking that he’d better learn more about British culture if he was going to be a defense attorney in Britain, he went down to the East End with Gina for a little observation. However, because an Asian like him stood out so much, he got mobbed by the other children. On top of it all, his arm band got stolen from him and he had to send a replacement request to Yumei University on the other side of the ocean.

Asougi- He went for a meal at La Quantas. The customer at a nearby table got a persimmon for dessert and scarfed it down, saying “Mm! This is it! This sweetness makes it worthy of being called a treasure among foods!” Asougi tried to comment on this by saying, “The customer at that table sure is enjoying his pershim--gak!” but he may or may not have accidentally bitten his tongue in the process and been unable to finish his sentence.

Iris- She accepted Ryuunosuke’s request to learn more about British culture and prepared a bagpipe and kilt costume for him. “This outfit sure is breezy,” Ryuunosuke said shyly upon trying it on. With Ryuunosuke now dressed, he, Iris, and the others from their office headed over to Gregson’s place to get him to treat them to some fish and chips.

Sherlock- He accepted Ryuunosuke’s request to learn more about British culture and cooked up some European style curry for dinner. Thanks to the fact that his secret ingredient was a large amount of Chinese herbal medicine style spice, it caused some strange side effects and Ryuunosuke, who’d eaten it, ended up passing out and falling over.

“Another taxing trial for Ryuunosuke has finished and now it’s December. As the year draws to a close, which character acts the strangest?”

Ryuunosuke- he was recruited to help with snow removal around Yumei University and the courthouse and he enthusiastically began his task with the help of a large shovel. He got a little carried away, though, and ended up accidentally burying his umbrella, which he’d left propped up against the side of the building, in the snow he’d just finished shoveling. He had no choice but to share Asougi’s umbrella on the way home.

Asougi- On the way home, he nods silently to Ryuunosuke’s question of whether he’d finished his travel preparations and changes the subject: “...Come to think of it, it seems that tomorrow is celebrated in the West as God’s birthday.” “I’ve heard that they eat chicken as part of the traditional celebration. Wanna try it?” Ryuunosuke asks invitingly. Asougi is strongly opposed to that particular menu item, however, and they end up going out for their usual beef stew that night instead.

Susato- in addition to her year-end travel preparations, she also was busy with straightening up the book room in her home. She managed to get the law books in order when she suddenly stumbled upon some old issues of Strand Magazine! She hurried through the rest of her cleaning, then began flipping through the magazines she’d found, trying to decide which to take with her on her trip. She accidentally lost herself in her reading and didn’t realize it until it was already the middle of the night.

Sherlock- he was in the middle of a long ship voyage when Christmas night came. His mind on his partner in a far-off country, he made a toast alone on deck, when suddenly the crew began shooting off fireworks with a cry of “Merry Christmas!” Sherlock had to dart back and forth across the deck to prevent the fireworks from hitting him and setting off the explosive chemicals he carries with him.

Main series edition

#dai gyakuten saiban #tgaa #naruhodo ryuunosuke #asougi kazuma #mikotoba susato #dgs sherlock holmes #hosonaga satoru #barok van zieks #iris watson #gina lestrade #translations #official content #my translation #mikotoba yuujin #ryunosuke naruhodo #kazuma asogi #susato mikotoba #iris wilson

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afterhourswjay · 2 years

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I'm regards to the MHA character sh prompt I sent, I would like to clear up a couple things for ya! So, the characters I'm looking for are mainly Deku and Sero, because I need some wholesome stuff lol.

I'm thinking that their S/O already did something, but not life threatening, and the two boys (separately) try to help their S/O? If that's too angsty, just go ahead and do a really cold bath ❤❤

Also, sorry that it took me this long to see your private response 💀

I don't mind writing this!! I hope you don't mind, but I'll be basing this off of how I used to act when I really struggled with harming myself. Sorry if this wasn't what you had wanted, feel free to send in another ask if you were expecting something a little bit different. Also, so sorry that it's taken me so long to get to this!

Warnings: Mentions of self-harming, bleeding, not sure how people spell 'self-harm' so i added tags with and without the hyphen, if this is something that is potentially upsetting to you please please skip this. I have a lot of drafts in the works, so you won't be missing much for long

Izuku Midoriya

- you had been slicing some fruit up for a snack and you hadn't been paying as much attention as you should've and ended up cutting your hand pretty bad - and you were a little bit surprised to realize that other than the initial surprise of getting the cut, you didn't really feel anything. which makes sense, you suppose, since you've begun to feel overwhelmed by school, and hero studies in general - while your staring at the red fluid dripping down and off your fingers, izuku comes into the kitchen for something, probably water ngl - he walks in and barely contains his worry and concern. mom-friend izuku to the rescue. he drags you by your non-injured hand to the bathroom in his dorm room to help clean and patch your hand up - he gently asks you what had happened, and you explain that you'd been struggling with the growing numbness - he nods, not really understanding what you mean, but he also wants to help you out a bit he also doesn't want to leave you alone - so he helps you out by cutting the fruit, replacing any of the slices if they have some blood on them - he then guides you to his bed and hands you a snack and asks if there's anything you want to watch or if you'd rather talk about it - if you want to just watch some movies or tv shows, he's more than willing to grab a bunch of pillows and blankets for you two to snuggle under as you watch whatever you want - if you'd rather talk about everything that had led up to the injury, then he's more than willing to let you talk to him - he wants to help you and also to distract you. really, he just wants to know that you're safe. he's well aware that you have feelings and that you struggle sometimes, so he wants you to realize that you can depend on him

Sero Hanta

- you had woken up in the morning feeling strangely sluggish, your joints feeling stiff and sore. you weren't sure why, but you just wanted the day to be over despite having not really started - as you trail behind your classmates, you take note of how heavy your bag feels. strangely, it feels like there's a million bricks instead of just your textbooks - as the day wears on, so does your focus. don't get it twisted, you're putting 100% effort into listening, but... ok, well... maybe not 100%. but you're trying to, you really are - lunch time couldn't come faster, and you're the first person out of the classroom it's strange, cuz you always feel like chatting... but not today, you don't have the energy. after grabbing food from the cafeteria, you make a beeline for the rooftop courtyard - after lunch, everything passed by in a blur. you don't remember much of anything, other than today being friday, and that you have tomorrow to rest before getting right back into training - you stagger into your bathroom and draw a hot bath. and that's where you stay, for hours, until well passed the water has turned cold. yet, you can't muster up any energy to drag yourself out and to get dried off - your limbs feel like lead, your brain like mush. your brain tells you to get out and get dressed, while that little voice tells you to grab the knife - you, however, remain where you're at. no need to bother, you think - that is, until you realize someone's pounding on your bedroom door, calling for you. its only then that you gather yourself, draining the water from the tub, watching the water as your eyes start to tear up - you slowly towel yourself off, getting your pjs on, and move slowly to your door. you open it and almost get hit in the face by the person knocking. it's... sero? - he tells you how he and the rest of the class was very worried about you today, and that he's just checking up on you. are you hungry? do you want to talk about it? do you just want to go to bed? or would you prefer to hang out? or study? - as you listen to him ramble on about his worries and how the class is worried too, you start crying even harder than you had been previously. he immediately gathers you in his arms and carries you through the dormitory to his room where you two have an impromptu cuddle session

#jays thoughts #izuku headcanons #sero headcanons #mha headcanons #bnha headcanons #izuku midoriya #izuku mha #izuku x reader #izuku x y/n #izuku x you #hanta sero #sero mha #sero x reader #sero x y/n #sero x you #tw reader self-harms #tw reader self harms #tw self-harm #tw self harm

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monstas1ut2 · 3 years

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2/3 Eren Yeager (Smut Warning!)

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That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucka!

The screenshot sound was pretty loud as your back went up and down like a roach sprayed with raid. The male on the other side of the phone laughing his ass off. Well, he wasn't the only one.. but he's the one who took the screenshot.

"Delete that shit, don't put it on Instagram Connie!" Your pretty face was immediately in the camera's view. Your eyes a little wide at the fact that you were caught off guard. But at the same time, you let yourself go in front of the group. That's your wrong doing. But it made them smile nonetheless.

The people who were on the call at the moment were Connie, Jean, and Sasha. The rest were either too bothered to be in such a crackhead group, or they were busy.. probably the first one. Anyways, everyone in first period happened to be your friend, they were all different but they adored you nonetheless... even Annie... she just hides hers pretty well. Anyways, It's almost the end of senior year already and the bond is hard to break..

"That's my favorite song, you can't be catchin a hoe off guard.." you scolded the bald male who still happened to be laughing. His controller in his hand since he was playing nba2k. Jean was also playing but at the moment he was trying to figure out what you were doing.. and he's mad he didn't see..

"What did she do now?!"

"She was throwing her back out of place!" Sasha muffled out as she was stuffing her cheeks with a Hershey chocolate bar. She was also watching Hell's Kitchen on her tv, you could hear it.

"Daddy Jean aint need to hear all that.." you playfully spoke as you bit your lip at him. It was obvious he liked you, not to the point where he wanted a relationship though.. he's just a bit of a man whore.

Though everytime you mumble a 'Daddy Jean' , he's all for it. That's yo bitch.

After a bit of a pause of talking, Connie had picked up his phone and you were now cleaning the table that was in your room. The last time you were in this room, you didn't even have time to clean... Your father was screaming for you to hurry.

Let's explain, this weekend, you are visiting Hange, your mother . She missed you so she invited you to stay for a few days. Today is Friday so you have the whole weekend with her. She had planned Saturday and Sunday. Not to mention, Monday is a holiday so no school.

"Hey guys... uh Armin and Eren having a party.. y'all comin?"

All while Sasha said yes, along with Jean.. you were still jamming to 2-pac spitting his shit. Your hand movements not going unseen by the three on your phone. So in result of not having a response from you, Connie screamed oh so suddenly which caused you to jump pretty high.

"What the Fuck is yo problem!? You bein held by gunpoint nigga?" Your voice showing 1% concern as you moved closer to the phone on your dresser and you stared into it.. quite surprised still.

"(Y/n)... you makin my hair fall out..." Connie spoke as he gave a sarcastic smile and... wow it was hard for everyone to suppress their laughter... your face would turn purple instead of red though..

"Ight~... watchu want?..."

"Eren-"

"Oooh, Eren.." you spoke in interest, your long eyelashes fluttering. This however made Jean and Connie 'throw up' at the same time. All while you rolled your (e/c) eyes.

"Yall do too much-.. and Jean, stay in yo game ight?.. befo I come through the screen and punch-"

"Eren havin a party.. are you going..?"

Tilting your head in slight disbelief that Connie interrupted you. Your eyes rolled as you looked to the side. Obviously leading them on, but at the same time they knew that Hange will let you go...

"Fine. But somebody pickin me up.. and Sasha cuz boo-boo can't drive worth a dime.."

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As much as you hated it, you sat uncomfortably in the dodge... Ugh... It's just something about you and dodge's. The cars radiate fuck boy energy, and guess who happened to be driving this car? Jean..

Though he let you sit in the passenger seat just because. Your eyes staring out the window as you messed with the stockings you had on. They were in a bit of a web, that was the design. You also had on a plaid skirt and this crop top with some white platforms. Oh you looked scrumptious.

The person who put this outfit together in the first place was Hange.

"Baby Jean, you need a new car... cuz-"

"It radiates Fuck boy energy.. you said it the first time you ever saw it... I know.." Jean pouted as he continued to drive to Eren's house. Who was shared with Armin. The two always lived together, some speculated that they were... sparkle sparkle.. gay.. but they aren't.. not that you would've minded.. it just would've been a bummer.

"(Y/n)... Didn't Your father take your car away...?"

Glaring back at Connie, who was wearing a white shirt with black pants and some timbs. You rolled your eyes and looked through your window again.

"Yeah but my car is a Mitsubishi.."

The neighborhood around these parts were quite pretty. Just like where you lived with your dad. But at the same time you were confused as to how Eren and Armin could afford such a place. The first thing popping in your mind being. Drug dealer and then you thought about what Sukihana said about dating them...

That's probably why Levi didn't want you around him... Yeah.. This whole senior year has been Levi making sure Eren doesn't sit beside you... nor have a project with you... It's like he barely existed at first. Though you always had these ways to talk to him. He's not even that bad.. he's quite the hottie and he knows what to say... he's just a flirt, and you edge him on every time...

"(Y/n)! Can you come with me to find the food?"

Snapping out of those thoughts of Eren, you didn't even realize Jean had already parked. A small 'mhm' coming from your throat as you opened the car door. Everyone else doing the same. Lord it was a bunch of people out here. People were outside and inside which was baffling honestly.

A soft hand touched your wrist and started to drag you towards the house door. It was Sasha, her mouth almost watering for something to eat. She told Eren to make sure there was extra cheese in the fridge for her. Hidden... and lo and behold when you both shimmied through the crowd, the cheese was in the fridge. Her eyes beaming as she grabbed some chips as started eating like it was her last meal, nothing out of the ordinary.

"This music actually hits..." you spoke out to nobody in particular as your hips started to move ever so gently. Though as nice as your body was, it looked more seductive than anything. Popping one of those chips into your mouth as your hips continued to wine ever so gently.

The looks you were getting, not only lustful but want... The way your long dreads just complimented your look had only made it worse. The second you decide to stop, it seemed like everyone stopped looking at you. In slight despair that you'd stopped. Though one individual in particular was continuing to stare...

His hand, wrapped around the cup as he'd sipped at the liquid inside. The black ring on his middle finger caused his hand to look hotter than it already was. He had these prominent veins that would just look so pretty on your brown skin...

"She likes you too..." the blonde that was a tad bit shorter spoke to his childhood friend, Eren.

"What makes you say that..." lord, somehow over all this music, and his low tone... you could still feel the vibration of Eren's voice. Just glancing from the kitchen as Eren was sitting on the couch in the living room. Leaning back like he owned the place... well he did.

Fine ass..

Giving him a bit of a stare, your glossy lips curved into a smirk as you glanced at him up and down. All before turning your attention back to your friend who was having the time of her life eating...

"So Sash.. what's up with you and Connie...? Yall gon date.. or-"

"(Y/n)!"

"My bad.. my bad.. I just wanted to know"

The party was a bit lively, more than anything since this is a longer weekend. So everyone was happy.. including you because they were playing your favs. So of course your body started to move again. That skirt of yours being a paid actress in helping you look more hot. Though, what you did not expect was someone coming up behind you...

Now that's nasty..

You whipped your head around about to give them an earful... though... you saw that smexy... face and you looked kinda shocked...

"Oh..." you choked out before turning your head again.. Eren's evil little smirk had caught you off guard. It boosted his confidence even more that you didn't feel the need to even move away from him. His hands slithering onto your full hips.

Man, he was really risking everything this time... considering your father is.. Levi...

This however was thrown out of the window because of the fact that you could feel Eren's... crotch against that thick form of yours. That little smirk on your face only widening as you started to gently rub against him, your back bending over somewhat.

His long brown hair then started to ever so gently fall in front of his face as his greenish eyes stared hard into your body. That harsh little grip on your waist made you feel all different types of high. Gawd.

"You like that huh...? I know.." your cute, but seductive voice made Eren chuckle just a tad. It causing you to almost choke on those words.. This man didn't need to TRY to be hot... he was already smexy.

His hands then started to travel up your body to your arms and he gently pulled you up towards him, your back against his scrumptious chest. All you could do was open your mouth a bit, quite surprised that he wanted to be this close with you.

"Eren... You a lil close... you needa tell me sum?"

The way you spoke, the way you carried yourself... it was new to Eren when he first met you.. but he got used to it real quick and he noticed he wanted something he never knew existed.. and that was you.

"Can't tell you here... but I can tell you in the bedroom..." Eren purred out, his voice smooth as a babies skin, smooth as butter. It caused you to tingle, the female between your legs wanting that more than anything.

Biting your glossy lips, the room started to become hotter than it already was. The people who were in the house started to pile out of the main and started to go outside. It was quite cold outside as well, but the party continues.

"Where the hell is (Y/n)..." Jean spoke to himself as he watched Connie and Sasha become drunks in two seconds. It was obvious he himself could not drink since he is the driving parent tonight.. but he now had nothing to do... he's just wondering where... you are..

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"S-..Shit Eren~..."

The (f/c) nails you had were now digging into Eren's muscular arms as his lips caressed your neck. The seductive kisses making dark marks on your brown, beautiful skin.

Your head being thrown back onto the soft black pillow as your pretty toes curled. Feeling Eren's slender fingers inside of your pussy. His intimidating green eyes watching your every expression, every move. Seeing that your crop top was already rolled up over your pretty chocolate mound breasts that were covered with your bra.

"E-Eren, s-stahp..." choking that out, you could hear the loud rip of your stockings when Eren moved his hand out of them. The wetness of your brown pussy lips being known pretty well when Eren's fingers slid your panties to the side.

"You don't want me to stop... huh...?"

"N-No.."

The electricity shocked through you when you watched Eren stare down into your eyes. Lust and want, all in them as his key necklace dangled in front of your face ever so gently.

His shirt immediately being discarded as he watched your pussy pulse from his fingers being pulled away from it. It was amazing to him how much you wanted him.. it was amazing... it ran something through him...

All you could see was his muscular frame, his hands to match as he easily tore through your bra. Watching the way your breasts fumbled out of the cups. He never seen a black woman's breasts before.. but it couldn't get any better than this though.. is what he thought.

"Daddy~... don't stare at em..." you pouted playfully before licking your glossy lips. Just running your fingers up Eren's arms as you eventually made your way up to his luscious hair. Running your fingers through the locks. Pulling him down ever so gently to finally get that kiss you wanted.

Eren's eyes glowed when he felt your soft lips, the lip gloss giving him this taste of lovely. His lips tasted of some sugar, kinda made you wonder what was in his cup before this.

The wetness of Eren's tongue touching yours as the both of you withered in this naughty, sloppy kiss. Something you both weren't supposed to do.... It was fun, crazy... scary..

"You act all bad outside of the bedroom huh... but you ain't ever have someone touch you..." Eren teased gently, in a whisper against your lips. His hand gripping your chin as he stared at your innocent looking face. Gently spitting all nastily into your mouth and you moaned out seductively. Swallowing it so easily..

"Show daddy you'll be able to take it..."

Eren's cock was so hard in his pants, it being unzipped by him and his underwear was now restricting his release. His eyes staring at your pretty pussy, the wet, pink insides were bright and untouched. Though his pale cock was eager to invade it.

"I-.. I can take it daddy..." your whimpers echoed In Eren's ears as he pushed his underwear down. Your knees being pushed to your chest as you felt Eren's stare. The plaid skirt you had was still on, so you tried to cover your pretty pussy with it.

"Stop... don't hide now.." Eren scoffed out as he gripped under your thighs, the underside of his cock rubbing up and down your wet and gooey pussy.

"Hold your legs... don't move.."

It was so demanding, your pussy clenching already as the wetness dripped down to your other hole. Your pretty, long nails visible to Eren as you held your legs as tightly as you could. Knowing Eren's cock was a monster. You could see it... right between your legs.. right between your brown pussy lips.. the contrast was unbelievable..

"F-Fuck!! Eren~~ ow~" the way your painted toes curled gave Eren a shiver of excitement. Your back arching ever so slightly as your virgin hole was taken away from you. Squeezing tightly around Eren's experienced cock.

"Shh.. it's Ight.. take it babydoll.." Eren's whisper was gentle and sincere as his thumb started to gently rub at your clit. Causing you to swallow your spit, though it spilled out. What also spilled out is your loud whimper. Your legs staying wide open for him as your hand slowly slid up his muscular structure.

"It's .. i-it's so big..."

Hearing these whimpers and words spill from your throat, Eren couldn't help but take his hand and wrap it around your throat. Causing your breath to be taken away oh so suddenly when Eren snapped his hips forward even more.

"Fuck!" Your moan could probably be heard outside as your breasts bounced from the impact. Eren's smirk wide as he felt the tightness of your insides. His necklace going back and forth ever so gently as his pelvis started to clap against you. The feeling was so foreign to you, having someone ram into you like this. But it was Eren... it wasn't just 'someone'..

Your (f/s) scent was powering against Eren's own scent. The feeling of Eren's cock was starting to really take a toll on you..

"A-Ahgh..."

Eren's cock was being enclosed so tightly, you just wet up his Dick so well.. he was starting to become obsessed.. more than he already was.

"Daddy's. little. pussy..." his deep voice echoed in your ears as he started to get a bit faster. Your breasts bouncing even more as Eren made sure that skirt was moved out the way. He wanted to make sure to see everything. His hand squeezing harder at your throat. It was keeping you firm against the bed, like a little fuck doll...

"I-it's your pussy Eren~"

Curling those pretty toes again, you could feel the bubbles in your lower region. The craziest orgasm you've ever experienced... just tip toeing to the tippy top. All you could muster was a pathetic whine. Your eyes watering up behind your long eyelashes.

"I'm-.. I'm cumming..." Your voice was so weak, it sounded like you were passing out almost. Just rolling your eyes back as the bed frame started to hit the wall. Your pussy gushing more than usual as the white cum started to coat Eren's cock a little.

"Shit... yeah~..." Eren growled under his breath, watching you come undone on his pale cock. Your thicker form was just so adorable, looking all bent up. Your locs scattered around ever so softly.

It was like he was fucking a goddess...

Eren was between harsh and soft, his manhandling ways were shown easily by the way he pulled out quickly and turned you over. Your plump ass shaking like jello as his cock easily slipped inside once again.. filling you up for the second time. God you just couldn't wait till you could feel his cum...

"Imma Fuck you till you turn dumb..." Eren spoke harshly as his long fingers gripped at some of your locs. Pulling them and wrapping them around his wrist somewhat. Gaining all control over you and your own body...

He wasn't playing either...

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ Masterlist 2

#black reader #poc reader #smut #lemons #eren x black reader #eren x poc!reader #aot x black reader

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td-scenarios · 3 years

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How they react to seeing their S/O crying

First scenarios are a go!

Cody

Will most definitely start panicking at your status and start asking you various questions.

“Are you okay? Did I do something? Do you need space? Should I hug you? Do I need to punch someone?” And you better believe he’ll do that last one based off that one scene of him and Duncan in World Tour.

Goes and brings his stash of candy to you for you to enjoy

If you don’t need space at the moment but instead comfort, you better believe this boy will turn into the biggest cuddlebug. His arms just wrapping around your entire body and him resting his head into the crook of your neck. Would totally start kissing you all over the face until you smiled and were laughing as you told him to stop in a lighthearted manner

Trust me, Cody is not leaving until there’s a smile on your face. Even if you ask for some space he’ll be sending you memes or stupid little drawings.

Also would totally do the really cheesy thing of wiping away your tears and resting the palm of his hand on your cheek so that you can lean into it.

Scott

Doesn’t really understand what’s going on at first. He’s clever, but he ain’t the sharpest tool in the shed at times.

“Why are you crying? It better not be somethin’ stupid, cuz, ya know, back on the farm-” cue you punching him in the face or on the shoulder

That’s when he’s like ‘Oh fuck, something is ACTUALLY wrong. Oh no this is a time where I have to step up as a boyfriend oh no oh no’

Him awkwardly being all “So....um....what’s wrong?”

His face absolutely breaking upon seeing your shattered expression. Protective boyfriend mode = activated.

“Did someone hurt you? Babe, you better believe that I’ll go and make their life a living hell, trust me.” And then you just slowly shaking your head no and leaning your head onto his chest, which just makes this big softie melt.

Y’all cuddling for a long time until you eventually fall asleep on him and he’s just brooding on the fact that if someone did cause it, he really was gonna go and beat them up, He doesn’t make idle threats, but for now, it’s just calm between the two of you.

Brick

He gets back from running one of his bi-hourly jogs with Jo to see your form shaking from under a blanket in the cabin. Since you’re under the blanket, he can only assume you’re not cold and immediately comes to the conclusion that you are upset

“Y/N! What has got you feeling so blue right now?” He would try to lower his voice for you, but his same tone only wavers a bit. Habits and all that.

You already know that this sweet boy will drop whatever other plans he had for today to stay in the cabin and comfort you until you were better.

He’d try to suggest going outside and getting some fresh air, but you two would go out for a bit and you’d either see the person who upset you or get reminded of your homesickness or whatever else made you sad, so you two would just go back inside.

Brick being Brick would probably find a way of accidentally making you laugh and he’ll just continue with that until you forgot why you were sad in the first place.

Mike

Taking a break from the others, Mike finds you sitting on a rock near the beach with your head buried into your folded arms. He instantly comes jogging up to your side and sits across from you, gently saying your name which gets you to look up. When you ask for alone time, he softly shakes his head.

“I can’t leave you until I make sure you’re okay, Y/N. You know me, it’s good knowing that the people I care about are good.” Those words kind of put a smile on your face as you look at the gap toothed boy.

Mike counts this as the start of working your mood back up. He wouldn’t want to make you more sad by making you talk about what upset you, so instead he decides to start telling you funny stories of shenanigans his alters have caused.

“They’re quite the cast! I remember when Manitoba was really proud of himself for digging up some new material, but the guy was already a little bit tired so instead he was just holding some dried cow patty! Vito wouldn’t let him live it down for weeks!” More and more stories of that caliber, all of which would make you giggle in some way or another.

At some point, Mike ends up wrapping an arm around your shoulders and it’s become night time so you’re both just looking up into the stars. A nice serene way to forget about what was plaguing your mind earlier

Dakota

“O M G, babe, are you okay? Your skin is getting a little blotchy.” You would wince a little bit at that prompting her to apologize as you wipe one side of your face with your hand.

The blonde would sit next to you on the cabin bed and ask that you “spill the tea, sugar.

After telling her what’s wrong, she insists on taking care of you for the rest of the day. Bringing you any food she can scour off the island, asking the other teens of the cast to leave the two of you alone, and once your crying dies down a bit she starts doing your makeup.

“I like doing your makeup so much because it gives me a great view of your gorgeous face.”

This comment of Dakota’s immediately gets the waterworks started up again.

She starts panicking, thinking she said something wrong while carefully putting her makeup brushes down. You just shake your head and hug her tightly, to which she’s confused about, but reciprocates anyways.

Leshawna

This girl immediately hugs you as soon as she sees how distressed you are. She gives the best hugs ever, I would know, Fresh TV told me.

“Alright baby, tell me what’s got your feathers in a bunch! Leshawna will make all the problems go away.” Her voice is so calming at that point that you break down even more and choke out what’s been bothering you.

If it is someone, she would definitely start making threats, but wouldn’t dare to leave you alone in this state, so whoever did this to you would definitely get some knuckle sandwiches later.

The girl would take you back to her cabin and lay both of y’all down on her bed and softly sing to you (even if it’s not the best, it’s endearing.) Until you fall asleep in eachother’s arms.

Leshawna would be the first to wake up and would smile upon seeing your face, now with a soft smile instead of the heartbreaking expression it carried mere hours before. You were definitely her everything.

Heather

She really wants to keep up her mean façade like she does in front of everyone and say “ew, you’re showing emotions right now?” or something like that, but she decides that she could never do that to you. Even if anyone else was watching her at the moment.

Heather would take a seat next to you and put a hand on your shoulder. “Tell me what’s up.” And before you could say anything she interrupts, “and no, I won’t tell anyone what you tell me. I would never.” She made sure to keep both her hands up so you could see that she wasn’t crossing her fingers.

You let out a sigh and then hesitantly began telling her what’s up.

“Are you kidding? Hun, you need to put your game face on! Come with me.” She then grabs your hand and takes you around to do calming activities all around the island. Being bitchier to everyone else, but the most soft, kind, caring person in the world for you. She doesn’t let go of your hand at all just to let you know she’s there.

At the end of your day together, your tears long forgotten, both of you sat on a blanket watching the sunset, she looks over at you. “You ready to go kick some loser butt?” She says with a smirk, you sniffle a bit and nod yes. “Cool, lets go.” Her hand finally leaves yours, which saddens you, but she waits for you so you can head back to camp together. Who knew you could go a whole day with your girlfriend without her being TOO focused on the million?

Dawn

You thought you had found a quiet spot to let your feelings free under a shaded tree that may be capable of eating you any second, but how wrong you were. You nearly jump out of your skin when you hear a familiar soft voice speak, “your aura is stained with anguish. What is plaguing you so?”

Dawn’s statement startled you out of your tears for a bit until you began to explain to her what had happened with a shaky voice and it all became too much so you stopped talking.

The look on her face gave away that she knew more than she let on.

“Here Y/N breathe with me.” You would give her a confused look but go along with it since your girlfriend was weirdly knowledgeable in some areas.

“Very good. You’re shaky, but there’s nothing your position won’t fix. Here follow what I do.” Dawn got into a position perfect for breathing exercises and you followed suit. “Your chakras will align in the median in your body and your mind will be freed of its chains, do not be afraid.” She repeated the affirmations in a hushed tone as you two breathed with one another.

It was actually pretty calming. The sounds of the toxic island along with Dawn’s hushed voice made for the perfect aura around you two and you can’t remember a time when you have felt so at peace.

“I can sense that your aura is back to its normal state. Are you feeling any better?” The different words took you out of your zen and you looked up at her and nodded, which made her smile.

“That is nice to hear. Would you like to go look at the flowers with me?

#total drama #total drama island #total drama revenge of the island #total drama scenarios #total drama cody #total drama scott #total drama brick #total drama dakota #total drama leshawna #total drama heather #total drama dawn #total drama imagines #tdi imagines #tdi scenarios

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Office Yandere HCs

Pairings: Assistant!Izuku Midoriya, Investor!Shoto Todoroki, Chauffeur!Hitoshi Shinso x Boss!Fem!reader

Summary: Ever wonder what it would be like to be the boss of some office yanderes and basically have a harem? Well, look no further, cause here it is!

Warnings: smut !!18+ ONLY!! (spunking in food + masturbation + dirty thoughts + oral), yandere themes (noncon)

A/N: Bc my brain kept me up at night with this concept and has made it’s final decision on turning a one shot I was in the middle of writing into a series, I decided to write some messy hcs to take a lil breather from long works (evn tho this is kinda long already). Also, if you think this is the last you’ll hear about office yanderes, no no no, I have some other thoughts for other characters

Assistant!Midoriya Izuku

He is over the moon to hold a position that’s the closest to you

Out of your entire yandere office harem, he gets to spend the most time with you

He also definitely has an advantage since he practically schedules your entire day

For example, Shoto constantly tries to schedule one-on-one meetings with you in the guise of it being a matter of business, but Izuku cock blocks him by filling your day with a bunch of other events in order to make the meetings as short as possible, and sometimes, even cuts them out completely

He doesn’t like doing it often tho since he knows you can get too stressed with too much going on so he reluctantly has to give away some time for you to meet with the other yanderes (he’s still kind of a sweet and considerate bby as a yandere)

Will not give you personal space

Stands close to you during meetings, constantly visits your office to work (even tho his personal office is right next to yours), etc etc

Even if you don’t ask him to, he will fetch your meals and give you snacks throughout the day because he wants to take care of you and show how sweet he is (also because he wants you to imagine how good of a boyfriend he’d be if you just gave him a chance)

Now let’s get to the part that just popped up into my mind and inspired this entire post: if he can hide his cum somewhere in your food, he will do it

That coffee he gave you that tasted a little salty? Izuku spunked inside it.

The sandwich he bought that seemed to have more mayo than usual? He spunked in that, too

Whatever you think doesn’t taste right, it’s definitely because of Izuku

// // // // //

Izuku is thankful for his job because of two specific things: he gets to interact with you for most of the day and his office has a built in personal bathroom.

If he were to be forced to use the regular employee restroom, his lewd acts would have been exposed immediately by anyone who happened to walk in; he was never the best at holding his moans and grunts while jacking himself off after all.

In the privacy of his own bathroom, he could be as loud as he wants with both his breathy, pleasure-ridden voice and the slick sounds of him stroking his lube-covered cock. In fact, he’s even trying to be as loud as possible.

Since your office is right next to his, there’s a small chance that you may be able to hear him through the walls. He can visualize you entering his office, concern decorating your features, wondering what he could possibly be doing to make such noises. If you were to open his bathroom door, you’d be met by the sight of Izuku sitting on the lid of the toilet, his hand vigorously pumping up and down his shaft.

And he wouldn’t stop.

He’d just keep going, all the while staring at you right in the eye. He wonders what you’d do then. Would you just stay frozen at your spot, being unable to take your eyes off of him? Or maybe you’d get on your knees, completely turned on and ready to have a taste of his cum? What if you were actually more dominant than he thought and you’d just dig your heels into his dick, punishing him for slacking off his job by not letting him find release?

Fuck, any of those scenarios would be fine by him.

Unfortunately, as he gets close to reaching his peak, you don’t come into his office at all. That’s alright, though.

He’ll just settle with spunking into your coffee, for now.

Investor!Shoto Todoroki

Needs your attention

Like I said earlier, Shoto will keep trying to schedule meetings with you in the guise of it being a matter of business

really, he just wants to spend time with you

During the meetings, he will also try to convince you to fire Izuku so that he can get rid of who he deems as someone deliberately keeping the two of you apart (which, for once, is a pretty spot on theory from Shoto)

Will try to spoil you with gifts and make excuses or pass it off as a casual thing so you don’t reject it or deem it as inappropriate for a workplace relationship

The beautiful bouquet of flowers? He was buying flowers for his mother on the way over and the flower shop had a 2 for 1 deal so why not?

These gourmet chocolates? A fellow business partner of his gave him a box as thanks for his investment. Unfortunately, he’s allergic to one of the ingredients, but it would just be a waste to throw them out, no?

This exquisite diamond necklace? weLL-

You get the point (also, these gifts are definitely inspired by romance movies he saw his sister watching while growing up cuz oof he did not know any means of romance until he met you)

He aims to schedule his meetings with you around lunch time so that he has an excuse to treat you for lunch

He loves providing for you AKA he loves providing for you and showing off how he has the means to take care of you (much like Izuku)

If you were to become his wife, you wouldn’t have to work another day in your life

You can just stay at home and relax

Maybe you can even cook him breakfast and pack lunch for him before he works

That’s basically his dream

He wants you to stay home, waiting for your sweet husband to come back from work

Basically, he’ll take care of your every need, and he means EVERY need

// // // // //

It’s one of those nights again.

Shoto can’t sleep because he’s plagued by thoughts of you. Today, you weren’t able to meet him for lunch because you already had a flood of other appointments to attend (he was willing to bet his entire fortune that it’s because of your stupid assistant’s scheduling that you weren’t able to make it).

So, needless to say, he was pent up. He can only hop that you fall in love with him sooner. Did his charms just not work on you? Do you not like the cool stoic type? Maybe he just wasn’t giving you the right gifts. Were they not expensive enough to impress you? Not expensive enough to show he could provide for you?

He knows he can take care of you so well. You would never have to work another day in your life. You can just stay home, surrounded by luxurious gifts and servants who’ll be at your beck and call while you wait for his return.

And once he actually did come home after a long day of work? You’d be bathed in affection. Kisses, hugs, cuddles... and more.

You’d want him just as much as he wants you, right?

His poor wife, lonely and deprived of the one person she loves for such long hours. He’s got to show that he’s sorry for neglecting you.

Pushing you down onto the bed, he’d run his hands all over your body, massaging your shoulders, pinching your hardening nipples, brushing over your sensitive thighs... And since he’s also quite needy, he’d be grinding down his still-clothed cock on your pussy, showing off that he’s missed you, too.

Shoto doesn’t even think he’d have the patience to take off your clothes. He’d just keep dry humping you, desperate for his own release. The thin cloth preventing the both of you from making actual skin-on-skin contact would make such great friction. He can practically feel it now.

... And yup, the feeling was definitely not just from his imagination. Without even needing to glance down, Shoto already knows that his thoughts of you has caused him to pop a boner.

Hopefully, a quick jerk off session can tire him out enough to fall asleep, but with how much his hard cock throbbed, he doubted it.

Chauffeur!Hitoshi Shinso

2nd most envied out of your office harem for his job (he’s right next to Izuku)

Why? Well 1 - he gets one on one time with you daily and 2 - that one on one time is him and you in an enclosed space

Sure, he may not get as much time with you as the others, but he sure makes the best use of it

He’ll be chatting you up, getting to know you personally in order to make the atmosphere less awkward between the two of you (tbh, because he gives off standoffish and cold vibes, y’all are gonna be kinda tense when he’s just gotten his job as a chauffeur)

and he does it so discreetly

He’ll start the conversation of lightly, talking about the weather, how busy you’re going to be that day...

and then somehow it just transitions onto friendlier and more personal topics such as your favorite places to eat, what hobbies you’ve been trying out lately, etc

And he uses that info to his advantage

If he senses that you’re feeling stressed or down, he will drive you over to your favorite places and remind you that you should relax

But not only does he get brownie points for that, but would you really be so mean as to make him wait for you while you eat a meal or walk around the mall when he’s the one who’s trying so hard to cheer you up?

Of course not, you’re going to invite him and thank him for considering how you’re feeling

And if not, well, that’s okay, too, he understands (so long as he gets his brownie points)

As the boss of your own company, you’d often be asked out to meetings or social gatherings that involve drinking

Shinso’s always there whenever you get shit faced, and happily so

You’re drunk and you’re not gonna remember it the next morning, anyway... so why would he waste such a golden opportunity?

// // // // //

Shit, you feel great on his body.

Currently, Shinso is living out one of the best moments of his life. He’d come to pick you up from a drinking session with some investors and was ecstatic to find you drunk out of your mind. Hell, you could barely even slur out your orders for him to drive you home. Now, you’re pressed up against him as he holds you up and guides you to the car.

Testing out the waters, he cheekily squeezes the flesh of your ass. If you were conscious enough to reprimand him for it, then he could easily just apologize and pass it off as an accident since you were stumbling around so much.

And if you didn’t mention anything... well then, that was the single indicator he needed to know that you wouldn’t remember anything once you woke up in the morning.

To his delight, you barely reacted to his touch and even let out a high-pitched giggle at his actions. As quickly as he possibly could, he opens up the back of the limousine and pushes you inside. You plop down onto the seat with a huff, completely inebriated.

You don’t even register when Shinso crawls in and nudges himself in between your legs.

When the door slams shut, you flinch a little, prompting Shinso to massage your thighs in an attempt to soothe you. He gazes at you lovingly as you look down at him with your dilated pupils. Fuck, you look way too innocent and adorable for what he’s about to do.

Quick with his hands, he pulls down your waistband and completely exposes your sex. Before diving into his meal, he places light kisses that trail from your calf all the way up to your thighs. He wishes he could leave marks on your skin, but he wouldn’t want you to panic the next morning when you see clusters of purple and blue spread out all over your legs.

He eats you out like a man starved, slobbering all over your pussy. All the while, you’re making such cute noises for him. When you gush all over his face, he’s happily lapping it all up, trying not to waste a single drop.

Once you’ve come down, he dresses you back up as if nothing happened, which, in your mind tomorrow, nothing did.

Shinso hesitates when he’s about to slide the panties back onto you. Maybe he could get away with just a little souvenir?

#yandere bnha #yandere mha #bnha smut #mha smut #bnha imagines #headcanons #izuku midoriya x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #todoroki shoto x reader #hitoshi shinso x reader #shinso hitoshi x reader #i swear if tags don't work again #tw noncon

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levi-my-beloved · 3 years

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Birds of a Feather

Chapter 5

Pairings: Canon!Levi x F!Reader

Content Warnings: Violence, open wound (minor), smut, oral (m and f receiving), thigh riding, fingering, unprotected sex, masturbation (m), virgin!Levi, virgin!reader, mutual virginity loss, tooth rotting fluff, gets a little angtsy towards the end.

Word Count: 13.2K

Summary: You were the most notorious criminal in The Underground City. With your organisation of highly skilled professionals, only one man could take you down. He also happened to be Humanity’s Strongest... and your ex.

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A/N: oh my god picking out those words and selecting them individually to bolden them cuz tumblr doesn’t know how to copy and paste correctly was TEDIOUS. it gives the effect i wanted but jfc tumblr learn how to copy and paste bold and italics jeez. this was definitely the most fun chapter, as you shall see. this was supposed to contain more than just smut but i got super carried away and it would have been like, 22K if i paired it with the next one, so the next chapter will take a little longer, but i’ll make a post about that separately after this one. hope you all enjoy!

18+ MINORS DNI

𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔

“Levi?! You fucking idiot, you could have died!” it was the last thing you’d expected to come back to after a few days away. After spending some time with the strange man who took you in three years ago, Viper, he called himself, you were excited to come back to the small house you had with your best, and possibly only, friend outside The Nest.

What you weren’t expecting was to find him, propped up against the small wooden table in the centre of the room, shirtless, slowly bleeding out through his shoulder. You didn’t know where the other two were, and in fact, that was your first question.

“Where the hell are Isobel and Farlan, and why the fuck haven’t they sorted you out?” you stormed across the room, setting your bag down on one of the kitchen chairs before assessing his injury.

“First of all… I didn’t die. Second of all… shit… they’re out buying ODM parts after Isa’s shitty landing the other day, and th-fuck-thirdly, this only happened today. They’d just left when I got back,” Levi grit his teeth as you gently prodded the wound. Shit this fucking hurt. It was a stab wound from a shitty bartender in a shitty part of town who decided he didn’t like Levi’s shitty attitude. Honestly, looking back…

He couldn’t blame him.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair.

“You’re a fucking idiot,”

“You’ve said that already,”

“This isn’t funny, Levi,” you huffed, turning to rifle through the bag you’d haphazardly dumped on the chair. You’d never been so thankful for Viper’s weird yet wonderful survival lessons. Over the last three days, he’d taught you basic medical training. You had no idea how the fuck he knew how to apply a tourniquet or sew wounds, but you never questioned the man. He reminded you of your father in some ways.

Just a little more violent.

“Stay still, it needs to be cleaned,” you brought out a small bottle of whiskey, a gift from one of Viper’s associates. His “Shadows”, or something.

Levi narrowed his eyes as you began taking out various pieces of equipment, and couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows at the expensive looking bottle.

“Where the fuck did you get these things, (Y/N)?” he breathed, glancing between the medical supplies and your face. Levi hated how he didn’t know what you did. He didn’t know where you went for days, and it worried him when you didn’t return when you said you would. He was always worried about you. Instantly missing the warmth of your smile as soon as you left.

“That’s not important right now. I need you to hold still, this is going to hurt,” his face heated slightly as you searched him, that apologetic guilt in your expression made him want to hold you and tell you everything was okay.

But he wouldn’t.

Because you two were friends.

And had been for years.

Despite his budding feelings, he would never cross that line with you.

Unless you wanted to, of course…

“It’s fine. Do what you gotta do,” he responded flatly, choosing instead to find the wooden skirting board incredibly interesting to look at. Much more interesting than your face.

He couldn’t stop the pained hiss that escaped his mouth as the piercing sting of alcohol in a fresh wound clouded his mind for a moment, fist clenching as his eyes screwed shut.

“I’msorryI’msorryI’msorry,” you muttered under your breath, hating every second of pain you were putting him through. But you had to clean the wound, and you had nothing else to use. You silently thanked the man called Wolf for the burning liquor, not expecting to use it in quite a way. Screwing the lid back on the amber bottle, you set it to one side, gently dabbing the torn flesh with a cotton bud.

“Levi, this is going to need stitches. Shit, what were you stabbed with, a fucking sword?” This was one of the things he loved most about you. No matter how dire or stressful the situation, you could always crack a joke, even whilst keeping a straight face.

“Kitchen knife. Pretty standard for the tavern–”

“THAT MOTHERFUCKER AGAIN?” yeah, this wasn’t the first time Levi had been met with problems from that place.

“Yeah, him. Got me good this time,” Levi almost laughed at your look of subdued rage. He knew how much you hated that owner. But that amusement was quelled when your rage was replaced with something he couldn’t quite decipher.

He let the silence drag on as you retrieved a small needle and thread, not even questioning where you learnt how to do this.

“Sorry, this will hurt again, but not as much,” you warned him, your tone having dropped several notches to something almost melancholic. Angling the needle next to the tender flesh, you waited for his nod until you continued, trying to concentrate throughout the whirling guilt.

He’d gotten himself hurt. Again.

And you weren’t there for him.

Again.

“I’m sorry, Levi,” you whispered, pulling the thread through the wound, slowly closing the gaping tear.

“‘S’fine, I didn’t even feel it,”

“N-no, not that. I’m sorry I wasn’t here. Again,” this was the thing he hated most about you. You had a habit of blaming yourself for things you couldn’t control. You always felt like you had to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders, and you always felt like you had to do it alone. It always took Levi some time and a long, long conversation to convince you that you weren’t alone.

“(Y/N), stop,” you immediately pulled back, scared you may have hurt him.

“Sorry! I didn’t realise it was hurting, i’ll try–”

“No. Stop,” he took both your hands in his own, making you raise your eyes to him. “You know thinking like that is pointless because I always manage to get it through your thick skull that I am in fact, not your responsibility, okay? It’s my job to get stabbed, to get shot and have random glass bottles thrown at me. It’s what happens when you steal a bunch of shit and sell it on. So quit thinking like you have to look after me. It should be the other way around,”

“Why? Because you’re a man?” your small, mischievous grin told him he managed to get his message across.

“No, brat. Not because I’m a man,” he stopped that sentence there, for he feared if he’d continued, he wouldn’t have been able to stop himself from confessing how hard he’d fallen for you over the last eight years.

You took his continued silence as a sign that the conversation was over. He had slightly lessened the guilt constricting your heart as you returned to stitching up the gash. It would definitely leave a scar, since you weren’t exactly adept at using a needle and thread yet, but at least he wouldn't bleed out now.

Finishing the final stitch, you cut the thread with a small pocket knife, tossing the blade on the table whilst you reached for the small roll of bandages. You think Viper would be proud of your work.

“This is about as sterile as we’ll find down here,” you comment absentmindedly, stretching out the bandage and applying it over his shoulder and across chest to secure it. You tried to ignore the subtle blush dusting your cheeks as his hard muscle flexed beneath your touch. You tried to ignore the almost mouth watering sight of his shirtless body when you first entered the room. Fuck, you’d tried to ignore the butterflies in your stomach when he took your hands. Tried to ignore how honest he looked.

You tried to ignore how much you’d fallen in love with him.

But Levi was nothing if not observant. He saw the gentle rose petals blooming across your face, smirking slightly to himself at your reaction. Maybe…

Just maybe…

You two could cross that line.

He found himself missing your presence so close to him when you pulled back to admire your work.

“There. All done. Don’t move it too much because if you pull those stitches, I will hold a knife to your throat and you will apologise,” Levi rolled his eyes at your empty threats, internally chuckling at how over dramatic you could be sometimes. “Oh, and rub this salve into it if it starts to hurt. It’s a herbal recipe, supposed to help numb pain,” you left the small tin tub on the table whilst you continued to repack your bag of the supplies Viper had gifted you.

Levi’s eyes followed your movements as you effortlessly reached for the second roll of untouched bandages on the table. It was such a simple movement, but the way your loose shirt untucked from your leather pants, showing just a teasing amount of skin, had him readjusting how he was sitting. Shit you were beautiful. Since you’d both been managing to gain somewhat of an income, you’d been able to afford more food. He marvelled in the way you’d filled out a bit, your own lithe frame rippling with muscle. Granted, you were still dangerously skinny, but that was to be expected down here.

Packing away the final set of stitches, you collapsed onto a chair, once again running a hand through your hair before cringing at the repeated action. You really needed to stop doing that, or your hair would go greasy.

Looking at the small fireplace kettle, you returned your gaze to Levi, who you noticed was still shirtless, and didn’t seem to have any interest in covering up anytime soon. You felt your face heat up for a second, before distracting yourself with something else.

“Tea? I feel like you could do with one,” you grinned playfully, already knowing he would say yes and rising from your seat.

Until you were forcefully shoved back down.

“I’ll get it. You’ve done more than enough,” Levi felt bad expecting you to make him tea as well, but you just didn’t know when to quit. Removing his hand from your shoulder, you stood up, now close enough to either kill him;

Or kiss him.

“Not happening. You almost bled out a few moments ago. I’m not letting you do anything, shortstuff,” you raised an eyebrow, as if daring him to challenge you. Which of course, he did. But not without smirking at the ironic nickname.

“I damaged my shoulder, brat. I’m not crippled. I can make tea for fuck sakes,” there was never really any malice when the two of you argued like this. It was a more playful back and forth.

It was only when the breath of your laugh reached his face did he realise how close you were and the two of you fell into a strangely comfortable silence, subconsciously admiring one another. Only, his view of your face was slightly obstructed.

Levi hesitantly brushed a strand of hair back behind your ear, his hand hovering by the side of your neck. You could see nothing but admiration in his steely, maelstrom hues. Admiration, and something else you were sure you were reciprocating in your own gaze.

It was only then it occured to you.

And you didn’t know how’d you’d been so stupid to miss it.

Levi loved you.

Just as much as you loved him.

“I was worried about you today,” Levi murmured, prying apart the silence as his hand now rested comfortably on the side of your neck. He hadn’t missed what he’d seen in your eyes. A glassy reflection of his own feelings.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to come back late. I just got caught up in some things,” your whisper carried so much tension he was tempted to grab the knife from the table and attempt to slice the air.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he opted to rest his other hand on your waist, gently pulling you closer to his body.

“Will you ever tell me where you disappear off to?” The question held no weight. He knew that if you wanted to tell him, you would. He also knew that you needed your privacy sometimes, and this was just one of those things you didn’t talk about. He just hated how his mind would race when you didn’t come back.

Your heart was almost beating out of your chest, pulse quickening to something you didn’t think possible as the hand on your waist caused goosebumps to prickle your skin. You learnt into his touch as his palm came up to cup your face, thumb tracing the apple of your cheek.

“One day, maybe,” you replied, your hand mimicking his own as you reached up slightly to smooth over his eyebrow, he in return mirrored your response, leaning into your touch. You stayed like this for what felt like years, until he spoke up again with a question that let loose all the caged butterflies in your stomach.

“(Y/N)... can I kiss you?”

Your lips parted as you let out a breath, unable to contain your smile of pure adoration as you nodded a little shyly.

“Yes,” Levi wasted no time. As soon as you managed to form a response, his lips were on yours. You gasped slightly against his mouth, arms moving on their own to wrap around the back of his neck and hold him close.

The hand on your waist extended to embrace your lower back as your lips moulded against one another.

Fuck, he’d dreamt of this moment for so long. And it was so much better than he ever imagined. Levi elicited a breathy moan as you ran your tongue along his bottom lip, silently asking for permission to explore his mouth. Something he was all too eager to accept, eyes rolling as he felt your slick muscle brush against his.

Your hands travelled to thread through his hair as you subtly pushed him back to the chair he’d stood from. He seemed to get the hint, bringing you down with him as he sat, pulling you to straddle his lap.

You drew circles with your nails in his undercut, once again drawing another delightful, gravelly groan from his throat, lips still hungrily devouring his.

It was only until you felt his hardening manhood grind against your slickening folds did a thought occur to you, and you had no choice but to pull back.

“Shit, what about Isobel and Farlan?” it wasn’t a question he put much thought into answering, especially when you were scratching his undercut like that.

“Won’t be back for a few hours,” he mumbled, before reclaiming your mouth in an ever deepening kiss. You whimpered softly as he began to roam your body with his hands, grasping at your waist as you started to rock gently against his tented crotch, relishing the noises he made.

“Ah– (Y/N), sh-shit,” you peppered featherlight kisses along his jawline, stopping briefly to suck his earlobe into your mouth, his soft gasp only fueling your arousal.

His pants grew to whines as you moved down his neck, suckling and biting where you saw fit, leaving purple blemishes across his soft skin. His lengthy moan set your skin ablaze when you found his pulse point, licking a stripe up his neck before sucking on the sensitive spot.

By now, Levi was painfully hard. Wanting nothing more than to free his aching cock from it’s cloth prison. But you were the one in charge here, and he was more than happy to continue at your pace.

As long as you didn’t take too long.

He started thumbing the buttons on your shirt free, dragging it off your shoulders as you continued to leave marks along his collarbones. The clothing was quickly discarded, along with the bralet one of Viper’s escorts gifted you. Levi didn’t have time to admire your breasts within the delicate lace before it was thrown to the floor along with your shirt.

Pride swelled in Levi’s chest as you mewled against his skin, his hands gently kneading your now exposed mounds. He loved how your nipples instantly pebbled beneath his touch, rolling the sensitive nub between his thumb and forefinger, smirking at your hisses.

“Fuck, Levi– shit that feels good,” your praise only made him harder as you sat up, wanting to feel his mouth against yours again. But Levi had other plans.

As soon as you raised your head from the crook of his neck, Levi ducked down and sucked one of your nipples into his mouth. You cried out, back arching into his touch, hips bucking involuntarily. Levi groaned against your breast, the vibrations only adding to the sensation.

Your hands once again found his hair, gently encouraging him to keep going, his own hand rolling your other bud.

Levi switched sides, showing your neglected mound the same kind of treatment, and you couldn’t stop the stream of breathy gasps and desperate whimpers as he showered your breasts in physical praise, making a mental note of every reaction you made to his touch.

Finally you grew impatient, wanting to show him as much love as he was showing you. Your hands withdrew from his hair and you almost laughed at his disappointed huff around your pebbled nipple.

“Don’t worry, I think you’ll like this more,” your voice wasn’t one you recognised. It was lower, breathier. You’d never heard yourself sound like this before.

But what almost broke your resolve was the sound of his voice, showing you just how much your actions had affected him.

“Oh? But I was rather enjoying myself. I think i’ll just continue doing– oh fuck,” Levi threw his head back, eyes screwed shut in pleasure as you palmed his length through his pants. Shit, your mouth watered at the feel of him. Harder than steel and girthy. You briefly wondered how he tasted, that particular spark fueling your next movements.

Slowly sliding from his lap, you left a wet trail of kisses down his chest, careful to avoid the wound in his shoulder. Your lips nipped at each of his abs individually before continuing down to the prominent V in his naval, tongue caressing the small dips directing you down to your goal, Levi encouraging you every step of the way with his sharp breaths and small groans.

Pushing apart his knees, you settled in between his thighs, grinning slyly as he looked down at you, wide eyed. His expression settled for a moment, hand coming to rest against the side of your face.

“(Y/N), you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. I’m more than happy with how far we’ve gone today. I don’t want to force you into doing anything with me if you’re not ready,” your heart almost fell to pieces at the sound of his concerned, yet still gravelly voice. Your coy smile softened to something so genuine and loving, Levi thought he had died.

“Trust me, I want to do this. I’ve wanted to do this for so long, Levi,” you gently caressed his thighs, reassuring him that what you were doing, and what you were about to do, was something you’d longed for.

Levi’s smile was nothing short of angelic. He gently stroked your hair, and despite the heat of the moment, he still managed to make you feel so loved.

“Alright, but if you want to stop at any point, please tell me. I don’t want to make you feel obligated to carry on just because of me, okay?” you nodded happily at his words, giving his leg a small squeeze.

“I promise. Now shut up and let me suck your dick,” Levi laughed breathlessly, tilting up your chin as he leant down to capture your lips in a swift, affectionate kiss.

“You’re filthy,”

“Your fault,” you grinned, subtly fiddling with his belt.

“How is any of this my-ah fuck,” Levi cut himself off as he felt your hand gently grind on his length over his pants, the friction causing him to elicit the most gorgeous whimpers. You could definitely get addicted to the sounds he made.

“Nngh– shit, shitshitshit (Y/N) I– a-ah,” Levi stopped trying to form words as you slowly pulled down the offending clothing, leaving him in just his shorts, cock tenting painfully. You helped him kick his pants from his legs, joining the pile of clothes you’d made as you kept palming his dick. Neither of you had done anything like this before, both being too busy to engage in any sexual activity, but you felt like you already knew what to do. Acting off instinct, you adored his little shiver as you finally freed his length, your own folds slickening at the sight of his leaking manhood.

“Shit Levi, you’re gorgeous,” the compliment slipped out before you could rein it in, Levi’s cheeks heating slightly as your words reached his ears.

“Th-thank you,”

Your eyes took immediate interest in a rather prominent vein pulsing along the underside of his cock, and once again you couldn’t help but wonder how he tasted.

Levi couldn’t think straight. He’d touched himself before, jerking himself off when his hormones deemed it necessary, but he’d never felt anything like this. And when you took a hold of his length, he felt as if every nerve in his body had set alight. His eyes screwed shut instinctively, unable to suppress the breathy moan of ecstasy.

You started to slowly stroke up and down tentatively, watching the different expressions he made. You never thought he could look so needy, and yet here he was, mouth hanging open, brows knitted, eyes closed, a gentle flush dusting his cheeks. You smiled slightly at his breathless pants, taking note of how his breath hitched when you circled his leaking tip with your thumb, smearing his precum across his over his pulsing cock.

His hips bucked unapologetically, back arching into your touch as you squeezed him experimentally.

“Fuck…! Fucking— HAH, a-aah, oh my god… (Y/N), what’re you— FUCK… fuck, ‘feels so— nngh, feelssogood,” Levi’s words slurred as his head lolled back, sweat starting to bead on his brow. He didn’t know what to do with his hands, switching between gripping the table next to him and hovering around your head.

You hadn’t even taken him in your mouth yet, and he was already reacting so well to your touch. You watched him physically relax as you let him go, giving him some time to recover before you’d take it further.

“'M’gonna take you in my mouth, okay? Tell me if it’s too much or if you want me to slow down,” you rested your head against his inner thigh, admiring his fucked out expression as he nodded, his bangs sticking to the slick of his forehead. You could stare at him like this for hours, committing every part of his face to memory. But the temptation to show him how good you could make him feel was far too great.

Leaning forward, you gripped around the length of his cock, delivering a few kitten licks to the tip, relishing in the responsive jolt of his sensitive body. Shit you were wet, it was taking all of your willpower not to reach down and pleasure yourself. You knew your matching underwear was likely ruined, quickly lamenting the loss of such an expensive gift, but that thought was quickly extinguished as you ran your tongue along that delicious looking vein you’d clocked earlier.

“SHIT, oh fuck, ohfuckohfuckohfuck, (Y/N)... shit, (Y/NNNNN),” just as you thought your own arousal couldn’t grow any further, he whined your name and you almost came there and then. Smirking against his dick, you leant forward just a little more, and engulfed his tip in your mouth, slowly taking more of him.

Levi’s hips bucked into your warmth, unable to stop himself as his brain was completely consumed by the sheer, mind-shattering pleasure. He’d decided this was nothing like getting himself off. This was something completely different. This was on a whole other level.

When you had taken as much as you could of his length in your mouth, you started to bob up and down, hollowing your cheeks as you pulled back to suck on his tip, before engulfing him again.

You could have sworn he almost screamed.

“Aaa-ah, you’re… you’re so– nngh, so good at this, HAH-aah, w-wait, fuck, s-slow down. ‘M gonna’– AH, ‘m gonna’ cum,” you did as he asked, taking your mouth of his raging length, gently caressing the base with your thumb as you waited for his laboured breaths to calm.

“Take your time, baby. Let me know when you’re ready,” even in his foggy, aroused state, he was still able to squint down at you with a brow raised at the new pet name. He couldn’t say he didn’t like it though, looking at your swollen, shining lips slick with your saliva and his pearly essence.

“Fuck (Y/N), you’re fucking stunning, look at you,” Levi tenderly held the side of your face, thumb smoothing over your eyebrow as he regarded you with such fondness. He hissed as you jerked his length in retaliation.

“Don’t be so cute, it’s not allowed whilst I’m sucking you off,”

“Technically you weren’t, you were waiting for me,”

“Oh is that how you want to do this?” you eyed him mischievously, and before Levi could even respond, you took his entire, swollen length down your throat, gagging a little at the intrusion before slowly getting used to him.

Whatever Levi was about to say died on his tongue as the tip of his cock brushed the back of your throat. He had no choice but to surrender to the pleasure threatening to shatter his mind, his mouth falling open as you swallowed around his sensitive tip.

“Shit…! Oh fuck, oh fuck, (Y/N)– nngh, haaah, ah, fuck, don’t stop. Don’t… don’t stop,” Levi panted, only just able to form cohesive words as you continue to take him down your tight, warm throat. He sandwiched his bottom lip between his teeth, biting almost hard enough to draw blood.

Tears started to line your lashes as you suppress your gag reflex, swirling your tongue along the underside of his length. Your eyes rolled back as his hands found your hair, not to push you onto him, but just so he didn’t completely lose himself in the pleasure.

The vibrations in the back of your throat as you moaned only heightened the sensation, and Levi wasn’t able to take much more.

“Hhhh, (Y-Y/N), m-move away, i’m -shit- i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna fucking cum!” but you didn’t move, instead opting to moan more wantanly, lapping at his cock and swallowing him down your throat, your hands coming up to rub and cup his rapidly tightening balls. His thighs began to shake as he came undone, back arching completely off the chair. His head was thrown back as you watched his Adam's apple bob through wet lashes.

“Ah, hnng– a-AH, FUCK (Y/NNN)!!” Levi came with a broken, desperate cry of your name on his lips, his salty seed shooting down your throat. His hands tightened in your hair, clinging on for dear life as you milked him through his orgasm, sucking him dry.

It wasn’t until he’d completely emptied himself into your mouth did he collapse back on the chair, breathing as if he’d just run a marathon.

You released him from your mouth with a pop, tenderly kissing his tip clean before rising to check the state of your partner.

“Levi?” you giggled, moving to carefully straddle his lap so you could take his face in your hands. He looked completely spent, head heavy as he lazily grasped your waist. “You alright?” you thought your question fell on deaf ears, until he cracked an eye open.

“Honestly? I don’t know. I think you broke me,” you laughed at his tired, satisfied smile, brushing his sweat slickened locks from his forehead to lean against him.

“Was that okay?” you asked, searching his face for an answer. The grin he gave sent butterflies to your stomach and heat to your already throbbing core.

“Are you serious? Yes, that was okay. That was more than okay. It was incredible,” he gently wiped away any salty tears from below your lash line. “You’re incredible,” Levi leant up to capture your lips in a tender, loving kiss. It didn’t quite have the same heat as earlier, it felt more fueled with adoring gratitude. You pulled back a fraction.

“Who knew you could be so vocal?” you teased with a lopsided smirk, earning yourself a small, playful nip on your lower lip followed by a low, breathy laugh rumbling from his chest.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up brat. Not like I won’t get you back,” you hadn’t noticed his hand had trailed down to the crease in your thighs until a bolt of pleasure shocked your system as he slowly pressed his thumb to your swollen clit. “Speaking of which…” –he whispered, dark eyes searching your own– “Would you mind if I repay the favour?” Levi didn’t give you time to respond before his head ducked down below your chin, licking a long, deliberate stripe up the column of your throat. He smiled against your skin as you began to rock your hips against his hand, moaning and gasping with each movement.

“Mmn, Levi,” you breathed his name like a secret, shivering as he decorated your neck and collarbones with red and purple blossoms, leaving his mark on you.

“I liked the sounds you made when I did this,” Levi’s hand left a trail of goosebumps as he travelled from your waist, up you naval to your breasts, the pads of his fingers rolling the pebbled buds. Your needy cry caused his fingers to grind harder on your clothed clit, increasing the speed as you threw your head back, the pleasure consuming you.

“Fuck…! Levi… ‘need more… ple-HAAH, please,” you whined, lamenting the loss of friction as he guided you to stand. Your confusion was short lived when he pulled you back down to straddle one of his thighs, hands gripping your waist and encouraging you to drag your hips against him in a steady rhythm. Levi snickered against your neck as you gripped his shoulders, grinding wantanly against his muscular leg.

“Feel good?” he asked, brushing your hair back behind your ears as you nodded eagerly, too busy whimpering to form words. He could feel your slick soak through the leather of your pants before making the executive decision that you were wearing far too many clothes for his liking.

Levi deftly unclasped the front of your belt, chuckling as you refused to stop chasing your high long enough for him to pull them down.

“(Y/N), you’re gonna need to move,” his husky voice sent shivers down your spine, heightening the blissful sensation of your knot rubbing against his thigh.

“Nngh– can’t… a-aah! Feels… feels too g-good,” you were so close. That coil in your lower stomach tightening and you knew any moment, with just the right movement, it would snap and you would release all over his thigh.

Or at least, it would have done, had his strong hands not stilled your hips.

“L-Levi?! What the fuck? I was right there,” you pouted as he gently lifted you from his lap, tugging down your pants.

You felt a flair of pride as his jaw dropped at your choice of underwear, the deep red, intricately laced material covering only the bare minimum, accentuating the curve of your hips and the lean muscle of your legs.

If only you’d kept the bralet on. You’d give anything to see his expression when you rocked the set together.

“Fuck…” he breathed, standing from the chair and reaching for you as you kicked the pants from your legs. You smirked, seeing his length hardening once again.

“Hmm, like what you see?” you stepped back like a sly vixen, motioning him to come closer with a provocative finger. You saw his dick twitch in response.

“I’m going to fucking devour you,” your breath hitched in your throat as he caged you against the wall with his arms, his mouth hovering by your ear, soft whisper tickling your neck before it was replaced with his tongue sucking against your pulse point. You arched into his touch, smiling as he tried unsuccessfully to repress the small groan when your hips ground against his cock, your own clothed sex throbbing at the touch.

You’d completely forgotten about his hands until they travelled round to cup your ass, squeezing and moulding the cheeks in his palms. Your gasp spurred him on, lifting you so you could wrap your legs around his waist, both moaning as you came ever closer to each other.

Levi held you against the wall, still nipping and biting at the flesh on your neck, sucking sweet bruises into the skin. Hoisting you up with one forearm, he let the other skirt between you, the pads of his fingers finding a home against your damp folds.

“Shit you’re soaked. You’ve completely ruined these, (Y/N),” he teased, gently rubbing your clit not nearly enough for you to find your high, but enough to coerce the most delicious moans from your throat.

“Mmn, worth it,” you grinned, head tilted upwards as he attacked the hollow of your throat with his mouth. His laugh fluttered against your neck, your hands finding purchase in his inky locks.

“C’mere you,” Levi’s playful tone went straight to your heart as he held you against him, carrying you from the wall. His arms braced under your ass as you leaned down to capture his mouth, lips moving in sync against each other.

You hadn’t noticed he’d carried you into his room until you both fell amongst the bed covers, his body covering yours.

You lay there, panting, looking up into those eyes you’d come to adore. The smile so rare you sometimes didn’t think he even could. You certainly didn’t think it would be so beautiful. Your hand came up to cup his face, chest warming as he nuzzled into the touch.

“Hey,” he breathed, kissing the heel of your palm.

“Hey,” you replied with a soft laugh.

“Bye,” you looked at him, your expression puzzled at the response.

“Wha– FUCK!” your hips arched as his fingers once again dipped between your thighs, sandwiching and rubbing your clit between his thumb and forefinger, his head trailing kisses down your front, pausing briefly to pay attention to your breasts before continuing south.

His fingers hooked over your waistband and Levi looked up at you for permission as he settled between your thighs. You smiled at his continued show of chivalry, nodded in confirmation before the cool air caressed your swollen pussy.

Levi must have forgotten how to breathe. That must be why he felt so lightheaded. Why his heart was beating so hard. Why his mind was reeling.

“God, look at you (Y/N), you’re perfect,” if you weren’t so goddamn aroused, you might have shed a tear at the compliment. You’d never had anyone say anything like that to you before. You’d never had anyone call you stunning, or pretty, or perfect. He made you feel so special.

And so fucking good.

Smirking slightly to himself, Levi turned to your inner thigh, biting gently at the supple, soft muscle and relishing how you squirmed eagerly beneath his touch. He was teasing you, and you were growing rather impatient.

But he couldn’t help it. He’d dreamt of this for so long he wanted to savour the moment. Wanted to remind himself that this wasn't a dream. He’d loved you for so long, and he couldn’t even fathom the elation now he knows that you love him back. The sweet scent of your dripping folds pulled him back to reality, like a siren beckoning him to a watery death, he let your essence pull him in, before the tip of his nose rested on the pearl of your clit.

His hands dragged up your thighs, gently kneading the sensitive flesh. He stayed like that for what felt like far too long, until everything happened at once. Throwing your legs over his shoulder, Levi’s tongue lapped a strong, solid line through your centre, sending your mind reeling.

“Aaaah…! Yes, Levi, Levi…!” Levi’s mind could have been a crime investigation blackboard. Making a mental note of every single reaction you were making. The buck of your hips when he kisses your folds. The arch of your back when he suckles on your clit. The hitch in your breath as his fingers came up to slowly tease your soaking entrance. Levi pulled back slightly, peering up at you and honestly, you almost lost control at the sight of him.

His mouth and chin dripping with your juices, pupils blown with pure, hungry desire. You parted your lips to comment on the delightful sight, but were cut off by the rogue moan he dragged from your throat, his fingers gently rubbing your clit, slowly travelling further south until you felt them circling your aching hole. Nerves gently bubbled through your stomach. You’d heard what the prostitutes and escorts said about a woman’s first time. You knew it was going to hurt, if the two of you went that far tonight. You knew it wasn’t going to be amazing the first time.

Levi also seemed to know.

“Hey, I’m not expecting anything after this, okay? I just want to pay you back for earlier, and make you feel… well, good. We can stop if you want,” you whined slightly at the loss of friction against your sensitive bud, but you couldn’t deny the reassurance calming your suddenly beating heart.

“Stop now and I’ll never give you head again,” you grinned, but he could see the sincerity and gratitude behind your mischievous eyes. You wanted this, and he was more than happy to provide.

“Order received,” he chuckled, before returning his mouth to your waiting pussy.

“Fuck, yes…! Yesyesyesyes HAA-AH, L-Levi…! Right there, fuck, fuck! Yes, right there,” Levi smirked as you whined his name, realising he’d never heard a sweeter sound.

Maybe the bubble of your laughter at a close second.

That same scandalous finger still rubbing patterns into your now throbbing clit, bringing you closer to your high. His other hand once again returning to your wanton hole, gently massaging your folds as his tongue darted into your entrance, dragging a long needy moan from your mouth.

Levi gently eased his finger into your waiting heat, his eyes rolling at how tight you were. He loosened a groan as he ground his now seeping length into the sheets below, the vibrations from his mouth almost enough to send you over the edge if you weren’t clenching at the strange intrusion.

As if sensing your slight discomfort, Levi latched onto the hood of your clit and sucked, relishing in the desperate cry of his name as the pad of his fingertip started rubbing against your walls.

The clench of discomfort soon turned to a flutter of pleasure as you adapted to having someone touch you so intimately. You started to understand why some women enjoy this, and more so when Levi twisted his wrist, hooking his fingers up and brushing against that spongy spot hidden deep within your folds almost by accident. He was worried he’d hurt you, your reaction was so sudden, but your loose string of breathless moans put him at ease.

“SHIT, there, stay… Nngh, AAH, stay there… that feels, yes…! That feels so good Levi,” you threw your head back against the pillow in utter ecstasy as he continued to massage that spot, easing anothing finger in to add to the now heightened pleasure. Whilst you felt both fingers inside of you, there was no discomfort as his tongue continued to swirl around your pearl.

This was his favourite part. Whilst having you kneeling between his thighs and shattering his control was indescribable, nothing could compare to the pleasure he felt whilst eating you out like a starved man. Fuck it felt good to make you feel good. Levi couldn’t stop his constant stream of whispered groans as his cock contiued to weep precum at the mere realisation he was wedged between your legs, feasting on your sex. He continued to grind against the mattress, feeling his own release start to tighten.

Quickening the pace of his working fingers, you couldn’t decipher the pattern Levi was lapping with his tongue, moving in what you thought was random zig-zags against your almost overstimulated clit.

You felt your thighs start to shake, moans escalating into high pitched, breathy pants as the coil in your stomach tightened to the point of snapping, quivering with tension.

“I’m gonna– fuuuuck…! Levi, Lev-Levi, I'm gonna cum… Yes, oh fuck yes, YES FUCK oh– LEVIIII!” with the continued ‘come here’ motion and mind numbing pace of his fingers against your g-spot and a final, long suck of your clit, you completely came undone with a desperate, lengthy scream of his name. Knuckles draining white with your iron grip on the sheets, your thighs locked around his head as your back arched completely off the bed.

It was all Levi needed to find his own release, hearing you chant his name like a prayer and feeling you convulse around his fingers and gush around his face was enough for him to spill all over the bedsheets, a small needy whine fluttering from his muffled mouth, devoured by your leaking cunt.

You two stayed like that for a moment as you both came down, Levi allowing you to catch your breath before being forced to tap on your thighs to release him, the clamp around his head easing.

“As happy as I would be suffocated between your legs, I don’t think I want to die quite yet,” Levi’s gravelly, gently teasing voice brought your back down from whatever elysium your mind had wandered off to, feeling his breath against your face. Your eyes peeled open, too fucked out to widen completely at the state of his face. Pearly white translucent essence lathered his lips and chin, bathing him in a glossy coat until he wiped it away with his other hand.

“What the fuck was that pattern? The one with your tongue?”

“Something I thought of on the spur of the moment. L-E-V-I, A-C-K-E-R–” your giddy giggle cut him off, hand pushing his face to the side playfully.

“Okay okay I get it, you’re utterly filthy and possessive.”

“Well, I had to leave my mark on you somehow.”

“As if the marks on my neck don’t exist.”

“Oh, they do. I’ll be spelling my name like that next time,” you gaped at his cocky smirk, unable to believe this was the same man you’d spent years living with.

As if inspecting your release on the tips of his fingers, he went to suck them clean in his mouth, but you were suddenly much faster. Grabbing his wrist, you brought his hand to your face, engulfing his fingers and swirling your tongue around the soft pads.

Levi’s eyes widened, a brow raised in incredulous disbelief.

“You brat, that was mine,” he huffed against your neck, looking at his hand with a pout as you took his fingers out your mouth with a small suck.

“Hmm, I don’t taste too bad,” you mused with a smirk, hoping to get some sort of rise out of him.

What you weren’t expecting was for him to roll to the side, pulling you into his chest so you had to angle your head up to peer into his now soft, grey eyes.

“You taste divine, firefly,” your heart skipped a beat at the nickname he’d only called you twice before.

“Why do you call me that? Don’t get me wrong, I love it but– why?” you murmured, snuggling into his warmth as much as you could whilst still being able to look into his loving gaze.

Levi stayed quiet for a moment, almost as if he were contemplating something, before gently tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear.

“Because you’re a light, (Y/N). I was in a shit place, and you were a light. From the day I met your scrawny ass. You shone like some weird, feisty little beacon. You’re my firefly in the dark,” Levi was never good with words. Shit, he didn’t know how many times he’d rehearsed that little explanation, ready for the day when you would inevitably ask, and even then he still got it wrong. There was so much more he wanted to say. How you guided him forward. How you bathed him in your glow. You were so much more than his beacon.

You were his whole heart and soul.

You had been for a while.

Tears lined your eyes. You certainly weren’t expecting that. You weren’t expecting something so tender, even after your lovemaking. You weren’t expecting to see the raw, unwavering devotion in his eyes as he spoke such soft, soulmending words. His arms tightened around your waist as you nestled into the crook of his neck, breathing in his fresh, sweat musked scent.

You were both tired, content from you finding your highs in each other. Administrating pleasure for one another.

You were both happy with how far things had gone.

Then why were you both still awake?

Levi felt you lashes flutter intermittently against his collarbones, his only indication that you joined him in consciousness.

Neither of you said anything. You didn’t have to. Raising your head from his neck, the unspoken want reflected in his own eyes. Your lips joined his, gently moulding against one another in a gentle, passionate kiss. Wordlessly, he rolled on top of you, caging you against the bed with his arms either side of your head as his mouth moved against yours.

“Do you want this?” Levi pulled back just far enough to murmur, his lips still ghosting your own. Your hands found his hair, gently massaging his scalp as you nodded, looking deeply into those stormy eyes, blue and silver swirling seamlessly within his irises.

“I want you, Levi. Always you,” you responded, leaning back up to close the miniscule gap between you. One of your hands travelled down his back, skirting round his hips to his half hard length. You giggled cheekily at his muffled groan when you took him in your hand again, slowly pumping as he continued to harden. You wanted this. More than anything, you wanted him to claim you, and you wanted to claim him. You belonged to each other.

Levi lined himself up with your folds, shivering as his tip grazed your wetness.

“Last chance to say no before I take your virginity,” there was nothing but sweet sincerity in his hushed voice, his thumb caressing your cheekbone.

You masked your nervousness by raising a cocky brow, a lopsided smirk pulling at your lips.

“Right back at you, handsome,” you replied, but Levi could see right through you. Though your tone put him at ease slightly, he could still tell you were anticipating what was to come.

“I’ll be gentle, I promise. I’d never deliberately hurt you, (Y/N),” Levi lowered himself to recapture your lips, hoping to take some of your mind off the pain as he began to ease himself into your slick folds. You were thankful he’d stretched you somewhat with his fingers, but it wasn’t quite enough to quell the pained hiss you elicited as he slowly filled you. He would pause his movements at every sharp inhale, patiently waiting for you to accommodate his girth. It actually helped him as well, the overwhelming pleasure of your walls tightening around his cock almost enough to send him over the edge for the third time. He felt guilty for enjoying it, knowing you were in a lot of discomfort.

“I’ve got you firefly. I’ve got you. You’re doing so well, we’re almost there, I promise, take as long as you need, I’ve got you,” he cooed reassuring encouragement in your ear, letting you know there was no pressure on you. You relaxed a little, feeling the pain ease a tad as you did.

Levi felt your muscles loosen a fraction, and relief washed over him at the mere thought of you feeling a little more comfortable. Still, he refused to move until he’d heard you give him the go-ahead. You were dictating this, and he was once again more than happy to go at your own pace.

“Okay… okay. You okay?” you opened an eye to look up at his strained expression, slightly concerned he wasn’t enjoying it. You knew it would get better for you, but there was no point in continuing if he wasn’t feeling good either. But that thought was quickly extinguished when he nodded slightly erratically.

“Yeah, more than okay. I should be asking you that,” your small, huffed amusement was music to his ears.

“Go on then,” you smiled mischievously, almost forgetting about the tearing pain between your thighs. Your calmed, comfortable demeanor soothed his guilt ridden heart as he smiled fondly.

“You okay?” he gave you an eskimo kiss, gently nuzzling his nose against yours.

“More than okay,” you replied, copying his own response with an earnest grin. “You can keep going, by the way. Sorry, I should have said that sooner,” you smiled, looking away a little sheepishly. He hated how you thought that way. Hated how, even now, you weren’t thinking about yourself. He swept away your expression with a quick peck to your lips.

“No, you shouldn’t have. I want to move with you. This is all about you, don’t worry about me,” you could have cried at his words, feeling his lips against your neck. “You feel amazing,” he whispered, grasping the sheets as he continued to fill you to the hilt. You hissed again, but the pain was lessening to a dull throb now, his entire length sitting snug within your walls.

You both paused again, allowing you to get used to the sensation of being so full.

“Everything alright?” you could have chuckled at the obvious restraint in his voice, heart warming knowing he was doing everything he could to make you feel as comfortable as possible. You loved how he continued to need reassurance.

“Yeah, all good. You can move now baby,” Levi looked back at you, wide eyed and stunned.

“Are you sure? You don’t need more time? I can wait, I don’t want you to think–” he couldn’t finish his sentence before your lips crashed against his, your hips bucking as you feasted on his mouth. His eyes rolled at the friction and you swallowed the groan escaping his lips as he began to pull out, only to slowly thrust back in, his eyes fluttering shut at the sensation of your gummy walls gripping and massaging his length.

“Fuck… god you feel so good,” he moaned, having to remove his mouth from yours in favour of breathing. You gasped quietly, raising your legs to wrap around his waist, encouraging his hips to roll deeper. The pain had been completely replaced by a unique pleasure you’d never felt before.

“Yes… Levi, shit, yes…!” Your breathy moans fueled his gentle thrusts, keeping the pace steady and rhythmic. It worked perfectly for both of you, especially when the tip of his cock grazed the same spot you were sure his fingers were grinding against earlier.

“There! L-Levi, right there, yes oh fuck!” you whined, rolling your hips to meet his. Levi stilled, allowing you to grind yourself on his length, your mouth falling open as he continued to rub against your g-spot, the spongy texture enveloping his leaking tip.

“(Y/N), a-aah,” Levi gave up on forming words for the second time that night, loosening a lengthy, gravelly groan into your ear. You whimpered as he started to thrust again, picking up the tempo as the two of you lost yourselves in the pleasure of each other’s bodies.

He kept the angle the same, heatedly relishing in the high pitched moans with each well placed thrust.

“M-more, Le-vi, Levi, ‘need more,” your heels dug into the small of his back as if he would pull away. Snaking his hand between you, your hips bucked wildly as he started to circle your clit with his first two fingers.

“Yes, yes, FUCK, yes, shit (Y/N),” he couldn’t stop the stream of breathy grunts as your walls contracted around him, sucking him deeper than he ever imagined. “Does it– nngh– does it feel g-good?” he asked, as if you could find a voice with which to reply. Miraculously, you managed to nod frantically, uttering a guttural “yes” as his thrusts swiftened to something a little rougher, encouraged by your continued string of curses, his hips now pounding into you. The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, the continued squelching of his cock entering you repeatedly only heightened the sensation as you walls began to clench, you high fast approaching with the repeated rubbing of your clit and g-spot. Your nails began to claw against his back, scratching lines of fire against his skin.

“Levi... LEVI! Fuck… fuck... I’m gon-na cum. D-don’t stop, feelssogood…!”

“Yeah? C-cum then. Cu– fuck, cum for me,”

“A-ah, Levi, yes… YES…! LEVIIII…!” Levi’s breath hitched as you held him in a vice grip, his eyes rolling back in sheer ecstasy as you came around his dick, back bowed in an arch, eyes closed as your orgasm washed over you in waves Your thighs shuddered and tightened around his hips as he fucked you through you high, fingers still blurring against your pearled bud until overstimulation shattered through your nerves, muscles twitching and clamping as he continued to find his own high.

“Shit…! Shit, oh fuck… Fuck, i’m so close, (Y/N) I’m s-so– so close, ha-ah…! Nngh, i’m gonna– oh fuck, yes… yes fuck…! Imgonnacum, (Y/N)... aa-aah, fuck (Y/N)!” Levi only just managed to pull out before he came across your abs, groaning desperately as his hips bucked into your lower stomach. You reached down through your own fucked out haze to grasp his cock, milking him through his orgasm much like you did early on in the night. Thumb grazing circles across his overly sensitive tip.

“Fuck, (Y/N) stop, ‘s too much… p-please,” you grinned against his neck as he collapsed on top of you, his face turning to the side as he fell between your shoulder and the pillow, panting against your skin.

You both refused to move, limbs too heavy to even think about cleaning up right now.

“Fuck… that was good,” you breathed, arms coming to drape across his marked back. It was only then you realised how painful it looked. “Levi! Oh my god I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” you asked, gently caressing the now raised lines across the muscles on his shoulders and back, hoping to soothe what you had done. He huffed a chuckle at the concern in your tone. If only you knew how much he’d loved feeling you draw white hot lines into his skin.

“Don’t be. I’m fine, I kinda liked it,” he confessed, tilting his head up to look into your shimmering, concerned eyes. (E/C) irises that quickly swirled with cheeky intent. You poked his forehead fondly, raising a brow.

“You little masochist,” your teasing tone made him lift his heavy body off yours, holding his weight a little shakily on his elbows as he leaned down to kiss you gently, his tongue brushing effortlessly against yours.

“Mmm, it was rather good wasn’t it?” he smirked against your lips as you scoffed.

“Rather? Says the man who the neighbours will be complaining about for the next god-knows-how-long. I think even those shit eating nobles above ground heard you,” you teased, smoothing over his eyebrow, his eyes rolling dramatically as he bunched up the sheet to gently wipe his seed from your abdomen.

“Okay fine, it was really good. But you know, you weren’t exactly silent yourself, right?” you’d never get bored of this banter between you. Never get tired of the amused spark in his dark irises, the slight quirked pull of his lips.

“Shut up,” you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him against your neck when you couldn’t keep up the feigned annoyance on your face. He chuckled into the dip between your neck and shoulder before the two of you fell silent, content to bask in each other’s comforting warmth.

“You need to go pee,” and maybe it was his flat delivery breaking the serene silence, but that one sentence broke you. You exploded into fits of laughter, head thrown back in hilarity. Levi looked up in bewilderment, puzzled by your sudden reaction. But you had a certain contagious spark to your laughter, and he found himself joining you in your amusement. You couldn’t tell whether it was the release of all the sexual tension between you, or whether it was the elating realisation that you belonged to each other. Whether it was the relief of finally physically admitting your mutual attraction, or something completely different, but you found yourself unable to stop the bubbles of happiness from escaping your chest, even when you’d calmed down a little.

Levi too managed to control his hiccups of mirth, at least enough to ask you a one word question.

“What?”

You adored the way he looked at you and you were sure only one other person had ever seen him look like that before.

“Nothing, you’ve always got my wellbeing at the front of that beautiful mind of yours, haven’t you?” your hands carded through his hair as he rolled his eyes again. You could tell he was trying to school his smile back to neutral, but found himself unable when faced with your grinning visage.

“Shut up and go pee brat, I’ll clean up here,” Levi reluctantly rolled off you, pulling you up with him because he knew you wouldn’t have moved otherwise. You were shaky on your legs and he held your arms until you’d regained your strength before sending you off with a quick peck on your lips, something you tried to deepen but he caught on to your antics disappointingly quickly. “Go, you insatiable minx,” you laughed again as he gently pushed you, not before glancing at your gorgeous physique.

“Oi, stop checking me out,” you grinned over your shoulder as you left the room to do as he said.

It didn’t take him very long to strip the bed and change the sheets, finding some spare cloth and cases to drape over the bare mattress and pillows, bundling up the dirty bed clothes and dumping them in a small basket to be washed All before you wandered back in. Levi could see how tired you looked as you made a beeline for him, not quite with the same savvy confidence as you had five minutes ago, the night’s activities finally catching up with you. He couldn’t say he felt any different.

“C’mere beautiful,” he sighed as you collapsed into his chest. Levi tightened his arms around your body, pulling you to the bed with him.

Lying down on the fresh sheets, he tucked you closer into his chest, a smile pulling at his lips as you wrapped your tired arms around him.

As if he would ever leave you.

Tilting his head down, he pressed a delicate kiss to your hair, smiling against the faint scent of his soap you usually used.

“I love you, Levi,” Levi’s breath hitched at the three words he’d longed to hear you say. Never in his entire Underground existence did he think he could ever be this happy. The thought provoked a rogue tear to slide down his cheek.

When he’d regained some of his composure, realising he hadn’t moved or even breathed for a little too long, his legs shifted to tangle with yours, simply wanting to feel you against him.

“I love you too, firefly,” he felt your soft, relieved smile against his neck as you both settled into each other, drifting off into one of the longest sleep either of you had managed in a very, very long time. At some point he’d rolled the two of you over, facing his back to the door, caging you in and instinctively protecting you against the horrors that lay outside those four walls.

Neither of you woke when Isobel and Farlan returned to the house in complete disarray.

Isobel immediately suspected what had happened judging by the plethora of discarded clothing and bundled white sheets in the wash basket.

“Oh my god, Farlan look! Is bro okay? Wait, are they both okay?! Look at (Y/N)’s neck!” Isobel gawked in slightly scared awe at her brother and his childhood friend. Well, lover now, they supposed, if the scratches on his back and the hickeys on your neck were anything to go by.

“How long do you think they’ve been knocked out like this?” the taller, sandy haired man asked, raising a brow to the girl as they leant on the doorframe, both looking at your sleeping, barely covered forms.

“Honestly? Beats me. Took them long enough though. If they didn’t fuck soon I would have thrown myself out the window. You could smell the sexual tension between those two,”

“That’s gross, Issy,” Isobel giggled at Farlan’s disapproving look, the dirty blonde clipping the back of her head as he leaned forward to shut the door, giving the two of you privacy.

Levi had been semi-coherent. Too tired and comfortable to throw either of them one of his glares, the sleeping bundle in his arms had softened him to the point of gooeyness. He smiled contently against your head.

Honestly, he couldn’t blame Isobel.

If you two hadn’t done something soon…

He would have thrown himself out the window alongside her.

꧁ꨄ꧂

“So, you did know her?” Levi tried to trace the steps he took that led up to this exact situation. He was always about no regrets, but shit, if he wasn’t starting to have a few. Sitting opposite his Commander, an ankle crossed over his knee, arms folded defensively, occasionally leaning forwards to take sips from his small cup of tea he’d managed to bring with him before being almost dragged into the blonde’s office.

He rolled his eyes, setting down his teacup once again, his arms returning to their positions against his chest.

“No. I already told you,” he’d insisted on keeping up this charade of ignorance, not knowing what it would do to either of you if anyone found out. Although he knew it was useless lying to him, Erwin would inevitably find out sooner or later.

The man across his face rubbed his palm against the side of his face in slight frustration, eyes closing as he took a calming breath. Levi almost felt sorry for him. He knew Erwin was under a lot of constant stress, and he knew he was contributing to that stress right now. If it was about anyone else, he would have caved in sooner. But this was you, and he would go to the ends of the earth to protect you.

“Levi… this is serious. If you know her, I need to know. It could help us protect her–”

“Protect her? Against what? I thought the MPs were done with her now,” Levi’s façade slipped slightly as worry invaded his normally rational mind. Erwin raised a thick eyebrow, clearly noting Levi’s change of tone.

“Just because they’re done with her doesn’t mean they won’t fight to get their way. She killed a lot of their soldiers, Levi. It’s only natural they would want to harm her, and we can only offer so much protection to the criminals we seem to be accumulating,” Erwin explained cautiously, as if realising Levi was a ticking time bomb, and any wrong move could set him off. But the shorter man decided against exploding at that comment, too fixated on the idea you could be harmed further.

“But you struck a deal with Niles, right? Aren’t you commanders supposed to honour deals like that?” the ravenette asked with no small degree of irritation in his tone. Erwin seemed to be slowly understanding what was going on. It was becoming more obvious that Humanity’s Strongest Soldier was perhaps more than familiar with The Raven.

“Levi, please. Who was she to you? An associate? Business partner? A friend? A lover?” Levi’s jaw flickered at the last suggestion, telling the Commander all he needed to know. “Really?” there was no judgement in his voice, only genuine, surprised curiosity. He didn’t think Levi even had it in him to love another, especially since he’s lost so many.

“Tch, so what?” might as well admit to it now he’d already guessed. Levi’s heart clenched with guilt, already trying to formulate some sort of plan. He didn’t know why there would be any repercussions to the two of you having a relationship years ago, but he didn’t doubt there would be. There always seemed to be.

“No, nothing, I’m just… surprised if I’m honest. You’ve never mentioned her before,” Erwin seemed genuinely, innocently interested, rather than that usual tone he took when he was fishing for information. Levi relaxed a tad, reaching for his teacup and taking a good, long sip, providing himself time to think.

“It was a very long time ago now… We haven’t seen each other in a decade or so,” he admitted quietly over the rim of his teacup, attempting to hide his face behind his hand.

“Do you still love her?” Levi almost choked on his tea at the sudden, incredibly personal question. The obvious answer was yes. Yes, he still loved you. He never stopped loving you. He only realised how much he really did still love you when he saw you again.

“No,” his response wasn’t as strong as he wanted it to be, and true to his perceptive nature, Erwin noted his hesitancy.

“I think we’re well past lying now, don’t you think?” Erwin smiled gently, now knowing why this was always such a sensitive subject for Levi. Why he stormed into his office the other day demanding to talk to him. Why he was so beside himself about your treatment.

That was his past lover.

Levi sighed, placing the teacup back on the desk before running a frustrated hand through his hair.

“It’s more complicated than that,”

“It’s a yes or no question Levi,”

“What’s it to you, Eyebrows? Pretty sure my answer doesn’t dictate whether she’s safe or not just because The Raven is an ex to one of your captains,” the venom in his voice was tamed by his obvious fatigue. Erwin could only imagine how much of a toll this had taken on the ravenette.

“No. It doesn’t. But I don’t want you to think you can’t come to your friends about something like this, Levi. She’s–” Erwin cut himself off, internally debating the best way to go about this. “She’s somebody important to you. Incredibly important, if your little display the other demonstrated anything,” Levi rolled his eyes, clicking his tongue at the remark.

“I just don’t want her to get hurt. More than she already has,” it was strange seeing Levi, a man Erwin had known to be incredibly stoic and in control seem so vulnerable. It was strange to think Levi had any weaknesses. But the blonde supposed every man had a weakness. Even him.

However if Levi didn’t want her to get hurt, then he should have spoken up before Erwin struck a deal with the MPs to let her join the Scouts.

“Levi… She's a Scout now. It’s highly likely she’s going to get hurt on expeditions,”

“I KNOW THAT,” Erwin raised his brows at the sudden, raised tone, not expecting something quite that desperate to come from Levi, the smaller man now refusing to make eye-contact. “I know that,” he repeated quietly. It was obvious he was in a difficult situation.

“Then I'll ask you again. Do you still love her?” Erwin’s tone was ever patient, something Levi appreciated as he sat in silence before answering, once again unable to meet Erwin’s piercing gaze.

“Yes. Yes I do. I didn’t stop. I never stopped loving her,” Erwin’s expression softened at Levi’s words, leaning his chin against his intertwined fingers, his elbows resting on the desk.

“Does she know that?”

“Fuck sakes Erwin, are you seriously giving me dating advice?” Levi raised what could have been an amused brow, if only the seriousness of the conversation didn’t convert it into something of irritation. He couldn’t deny this conversation had gone better than he could have expected. He didn’t expect his Commander to be so supportive of a relationship between his Strongest Soldier and The Raven. But, he supposed, as much as he hated to admit it, Erwin was one of his closest friends. And his hearty chuckle only exaggerated that fact.

Annoyingly.

“No. No I’m not. I’m not one to give such advice,” another silence settled between the two men, before Erwin spoke up again. “What would you like to do about this?” he asked, willing to let Levi have some say in how his ex lover was treated within the Scouts.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, how would you like to oversee her training? From what I’ve seen, she doesn’t respond well to… authority,” god, talking about this it was akin walking on a sleeping titan, not knowing what would suddenly jolt it awake enough to lunge and bite. This was more Hange’s field than anything, knowing Levi had a strange soft spot for the scientist. Not that he would ever admit it.

“No. I don’t think that’s a good idea. She’s… well… Yes, she’s difficult. And yes, she doesn’t like authority. And yes, she’s perfectly capable of kicking the shit out of any of us whilst eating a salad as she did it but she’s not impossible. You just have to know how to… work her,”

“Sounds like you do,”

“Watch it.”

“Apologies. That was inappropriate,” Levi could tell there was nothing apologetic about Erwin’s tone. And he couldn’t deny that it was rather funny, conveying his thoughts with a less spiteful eye roll.

Eyebrows’ eyebrows furrowed in thought, wondering who should survey your training, and who’s squad you should join after.

“I can have Miche take her through ODM maintenance, he should–”

“No point. She knows how those things work better than you or I. She was the one who sold to us,”

“Without your knowledge?” Levi stayed awkwardly quiet for a moment.

“She was wearing a mask…”

“Seriously?”

“It’s dark down there, okay? We couldn’t fucking see her face,” Levi spat, only adding to Erwin’s humerous disbelief. “Anyway, she doesn’t need to be taught that shit. She already knows it. She just needs to be taught how to use it. But she’s a fast learner. If she doesn’t surpass Miche’s kill count in her first two weeks I'll be extremely surprised,” Erwin smiled subtly as Levi kept singing your praises, seemingly unable to stop himself from aggressively gushing about how fantastic you were.

“You seem confident,”

“I am.”

“Why?” The question caught him off guard. Why? Because it was you. He was always confident when it came to you. He could always trust you with anything because he knew you.

Or… at least…

He did.

“Look, I know you’re usually the one asking me to trust you, but just this once, trust me,” Erwin had already made the decision to trust Levi on this one. He seemed to know you better than anyone, even if he had just avoided the question.

“I was going to anyway, but alright. Miche for ODM, Hange for titan theory–”

“Terrible idea, but continue,”

“And she can join the rest of the soldiers for hand to hand. Does that suit you?” Levi couldn’t quite understand why Erwin was being so lenient with this.

“I don’t give you orders. If that’s how it is, that’s how it’ll be,” the raven haired man folded his arms once again, leaning back in his chair.

“Levi, I’m trying to be accommodating about this,” Erwin huffed, growing ever more tired with the Captain’s attitude.

“Why? Just treat her like any other cadet,”

“Honestly? Because I don’t want you to be in a constant foul mood if something goes wrong with her training,” Levi scoffed, averting his eyes from Erwin.

“Fine. Yes, that suits me. Whether it’ll suit her or not… that’s a different question altogether,” Levi’s subtle, fond smile didn’t escape Erwin’s ever-searching gaze, the man picking up on all of Levi’s tells.

“Very well. She can join Captain Francis’ squad as a temporary fix until we see where she would fit in–”

“That man’s a waste of air and you know it,” Levi really was behaving like a petulant child, huffing and folding his arms with every idea he disagreed with.

“Whilst yes, I agree with you, he’s also another Captain. You should probably treat him like one,”

“I don’t see him here with us, do you?”

“Levi…” Erwin warned lowly. Though he did sometimes enjoy the smaller man’s sarcastic quips, now wasn’t the time for such things. Before Levi could respond to the warning however, Erwin continued swiftly. “So, you’ll oversee her training?”

“Didn’t I just say that was a bad idea?”

“I find myself disagreeing with you.”

“Tch, fine. ``We done here?” he asked, tapping his foot impatiently as if he’d been waiting to ask that question throughout their entire meeting. Erwin sighed, trying so hard not to roll his own eyes before nodding and waving a hand. But before Levi could even open the door, he was stopped.

“Levi… What's her name?” Erwin asked, peering at him as if he could see right through him. Levi’s expression softened, thinking back to when she asked him to refer to her with her name rather than her alias.

“(Y/N),” he spoke your name as if saying it any louder would shatter it, the delicacy in his tone so unlike the Levi Erwin had come to know. “But call her Raven until she tells you. Hate to say it, but you wouldn’t stand a chance if she decides you have a target on your back,” that alien fondness returned to Levi’s expression, as if he wasn’t talking about his ex lover possibly murdering his commander.

“I’ll take your word for it. Thank you Levi, for being honest with me. I know there’s more to say, but I'm sure you’d rather rest than talk to me about it,” the offer was there, Levi knew it was. He knew Erwin was offering to help sort through his thoughts with him, but he needed time to…

Adjust to this new normal.

So instead he hummed non-comitally and bid the Commander goodnight.

“Night Erwin, don’t strain yourself too hard thinking about this,” it was his way of saying he was grateful for Erwin’s support. Levi always had his own special way of saying things like this.

Erwin couldn’t respond before Levi was already closing the door behind him.

꧁ꨄ꧂

Warm shower. No, hot shower. Fuck it, scalding shower. Levi kept turning up the temperature, the showerhead gurgling with each twist. He usually found, when nothing else could calm his nerves or soothe his head, a scalding shower and a hot tea worked the trick. But every part of him was alight tonight. His body, his mind.

His heart and soul.

His entire being crackled with some sort of energy he hadn’t felt in a while. He recognised it. Of course he did. It was the same energy he’d feel whenever you’d return home from your strange trips away, which he now knew was Viper teaching you how to survive. Was that how you knew how to stitch his wound that night? Was that how you knew how to effectively apply a bandage, how to suture and sew? That night when he’d stumbled through the door to find the house empty. When he’d sat at the table, silently begging you to come back just so he could see you again. Just so he would stop worrying.

That night when he’d first kissed you.

There were a lot of firsts that night, he remembered fondly. The first kiss, the first touch. The first time he’d heard you moan his name. The first time he moaned yours.

The first time he’d felt such utter pleasure, when your tongue swirled around his tip and your lips lapped at his vein. When your throat massaged his length and he spilled into your mouth.

The first time he’d tasted you, delicately kissing your swollen folds and listening to you unravel above him. Your breathy whines playing on repeat in his head.

The first time you two were joined, closer than you’d ever been before.

Gradually, the shower became far, far too hot. Looking down, Levi could both see and feel the result of his little nostalgia trip. The small whimper of his name in the cell had unlocked a torrent of repressed urges that now sprang to light.

In more ways than one.

It was wrong. It was so, so wrong. You were a mere husk of who you were. You were damaged, fractured. Spiderwebbed cracks lined your mind, threatening to shatter and yet, no matter how far down he turned the shower temperature, no matter how much cold water splashed against his toned back, images of your ecstasy creased face still flashed in his mind, his length only hardening further the longer he left it.

“Damnit…” he muttered with a heavy sigh, before wrapping his hand around his cock and slowly fucking into his fist. His hips bucked involuntarily, having not done this in quite a while now. Levi ran his thumb over that prominent vein, remembering how your hot mouth would suckle kisses along the underside. A low moan escaped his throat, lost down the drain along with the filthy cold water.

He lathered his precum over his sensitive tip, hissing at the friction as he began to pump faster, boney knuckles gripping tighter as he neared his high. His hand didn’t feel like his own. There were no rough callouses on his palms, but rather they were softer. Daintier. Smaller. He couldn’t stop his imagination running wild as he thought of you jerking him off, that playful, fox-like smile pulling at your lips whenever his back arched or his hips bucked.

“Fuck…” he groaned, fucking into his fist with renewed vigor, his balls tightening as he felt his release wash through his body, mouth falling open. Throwing his head back, Levi thrusted his hips into his grip as ropes of white seed spilled from his tip, seeping through his fingers.

He braced his arm against the white tiled wall, watching the water wash away his ivory sins as his cock softened in his hand. Guilt punctured his afterglow, self hatred a constant accomplice as he turned the temperature back up to boiling, hissing as the lava scalded his back, staining his skin an angry red. He wouldn’t have tea after this. He wouldn’t carefully dry himself off, or sit at his desk and stave away sleep.

He would collapse amongst the unused duvet and pillows of his bed, and hope his nightmares carry him to retribution.

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