#my first ever fic

[fujimiiiya]

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Chousou/Itadori Yuuji, Chousou & Gojo Satoru, Gojo Satoru & Higuruma Hiromi Characters: Chousou (Jujutsu Kaisen), Gojo Satoru, Itadori Yuuji, Higuruma Hiromi, Fushiguro Megumi Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Post-Canon, Attempt at Humor, Banter, Fluff and Crack, Gojo Satoru is a Little Shit, Parental Gojo Satoru, Oblivious Chousou (Jujutsu Kaisen), But Is He Really?, Tsundere Itadori Yuuji (Jujutsu Kaisen), Matchmaking, Gojo Satoru gives Chousou the shovel talk, First Kiss, My first fic, Gift Fic, POV Gojo Satoru, POV Chousou (Jujutsu Kaisen), Gojo Satoru Lives, Higuruma Hiromi lives, everyone who reached Shinjuku lived except for the villains, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, No Spoilers, Aged-Up Itadori Yuuji Summary:

“Now back to the start. What I’m helping you with is I can show you how you can make Yuji also act sweet to you even when both of you are together with others.”

Choso widened his eyes in a hopeful stare, “Y-you know how??”

Satoru smirked, generously not pointing out how in the beginning, Choso was confident that Yuji being a tsundere was just another of his usual quirks.

Satoru banged at the desk, “Of course! I wasn’t called a genius for nothing! All you two need is just some assurance. If you follow my instructions, I guarantee you that Yuji will acknowledge you as his big brother whenever and wherever,” He weaved his palms together and put his chin on top in a business-like manner, his eyes glinting with mischief, “So, Onii-chan, how about we strike a deal?”

 -Gojo taught Chousou how to woo Yuuji when he himself had no experience, for his own purpose. His reference? the shoujo manga he read in his spare time-

[amberspacedf]

You're Home, Hold On

[gigglysugar]

The seamstress who sewed my heart together (Kankuro x Reader)

Summary: A new sewing shop opened its gate in Suna and Kankuro wanted a new outfit for himself, but the moment he saw the seamstress he fell in love in the first sight of her. And he keeps returning to the shop a few times before he ask the girl out.

Kankuros pov:

I've had my best dreams when Temari burst into my room in the morning and started shouting and hitting me to wake up until I gave in and woke up. I was still half asleep but I managed to get in the bathroom and do my war paint and get ready for the day.

As I got downstairs Gaara and Temari was already eating their breakfast and talked about something. While I made a coffe for myself Temari rambled about some new sewing shop that just opened.

"You know Kankuro you could get a new outfit there because this one is a pure rag."Temari commented still eating her croissant.

"I know. I think I want to go there today to get one." I nodded while I drunk my last sip of my coffe and get to the front door to put my shoes on. "I'ma go now. Hope they opened. See ya!"

While I was walking on the streets to get here I could feel the warmth of the sun on my cheeks.

When I arrived I was reliefed that they were opened. So I stepped in to the shop. When I saw the seamstress I lost my breath and I froze, my heart was skipping a beat and then started to beat faster and faster.

Reader pov:

'No costumers yet, but my shift is almost ending. Man this is boring! Please someone get in so I can do something useful.' I was bored so I grabbed some material and started to sew it together and I hardly noticed that someone walked in. It was a handsome man wearing a full black outfit and a black hood with purple war paint.

I greeted him and when I asked what he came for. The first time he didn't reply just looked at me like he seen a ghost. So I asked again with a much powerful tone he finally answered. After he told me that he wanted another full black outfit I guided him to get in place so I can get his sizes.

He was shaking the whole time, when i asked him question he hardly replied and he avoided any eyecontact. 'What had gotten into him? I'ts his first time in a sewing shop or what?'

Kankuro pov:

After some time she greeted me with a soft smile and asked me what i wanted. I was still frozen and no words came out. 'What had gotten into me?' She waited a little and asked again with a much powerful tone and i snapped out of being frozen and answered her.

She guided me to a place where she started to get my sizes. The shock came again when I felt her warm hands on my body. I started shaking and I hold my breath when she came up to check my shoulders. I was red. She asked me questions but I only managed to breath out one word answers. 'What is happening to me? Damn this is embarrasing.'

After she finished with getting my sizes she told me that the outfit would be done by 1-2 weeks. She wanted my adress so she can send a letter when it's done. So I gave it to her. Before I left the shop she asked me why was i scared and told me that she don't bite.

I walked home with a huge grin on my lips. I got home and I told everything to Temari. She started laughing and I was clueless why. When she stopped she looked in my eyes with a serious face.

"Kankuro, you fell in love with the girl by first sight."

"What?"

"You fell in love by first sight."

I thinked for a moment and she was right. The seamstress was actually really beautiful. Her y/h/c hair was in a low bun, glasses covered her y/e/c eyes. She looked like an angel that fell from heaven.

I asked Temari for some tips but she only told me that after i got the outfit i should visit her often and then ask her out.

So there came my plan.

-Two weeks later-

The letter came that my outfit was ready. So I get there immediately and picked it up. I put it on and went to get some icecream. And I "acctidentally" dropped my ice cream on the fabric. So I went back to complain. She was stunned but told me to get it off and she will clean it for me, after I left she told me to be careful next time.

After some days I went back because I again "acctidentally" tripped and there was a hole on the pants. She was stunned again and she patched it up.

After theese two "acctidents" happened to be more and after 3 weeks of doing these I became even closer to her and when I felt its time to ask her out I came there again. But this time with out anything on my outfit.

Reader pov:

I send out the letter 30 minutes ago but he was here already. So he just picked it up and before he left he winked at me. And I had butterflies in my tummy and I knew at that moment fell in love.

I was stunned when he came back with the outfit fully soaked in the ice cream. 'How could i get it out?' So i did my best and get the ice cream out of it. "Be careful next time sir!"

2 days later he came back because he tripped. I patched the hole that the pants had. He gave a big smile before he left.

We became closer each time because of these acctidents.

And he came again.

Story tellers pov:

"Hey Y/n!" Said Kankuro witha big cocky slime.

"Hello Kankuro, don't tell me that you had an another acctident." Sighned y/n.

"Nope! Not one this time!"

"Phew! Thats good to hear! But what can i help you with if you haven't came because of an accident? You would like a new outfit?"

"No, I came for you."He blushed while he take out a bouquet of sunflowers behind his back. He leaned closer. "Will you go out with me?"

"Y-yes i would love to!"Y/n said turning red as she put her arms around his neck and kissed his cheeks that now turned even more red.

Bonus: They went out to date for a few times before the become girlfriend-boyfriend. Then 4 years later they got married and had a baby boy thats the copy&paste of Kankuro.

[six-demon-bag]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Brock Rumlow Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Brock Rumlow Additional Tags: Dubious Consent, Breathplay, Drowning, HYDRA Trash Party Summary:

Rumlow calms a nervous soldier through the magic of dubcon breathplay.

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(would adore any feedback as i have not written anything before, unless you count the creative writing contest i totally won in first grade) (for real i got a ribbon and everything)

[luxertheskatingcorgi]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Merlin (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Merlin & Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Gwen/Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Gwen & Merlin (Merlin) Characters: Merlin (Merlin), Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Gwen (Merlin), Gaius (Merlin), Knights of the Round Table (Merlin), Knights (Merlin), Leon (Merlin), Elyan (Merlin), Gwaine (Merlin), Percival (Merlin), Mordred (Merlin) Additional Tags: Hurt Merlin (Merlin), Mentioned Morgana (Merlin), Worried Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Episode: s05e10 The Kindness of Strangers (Merlin), Elyan Lives (Merlin), Depressed Merlin (Merlin), Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Protective Gaius (Merlin), Caring Gaius (Merlin), Caring Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Merlin Needs a Hug (Merlin), Guilty Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Suicidal Thoughts, Talking, Emotional Merlin (Merlin), Emotional Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Queen Gwen (Merlin), Protective Gwen (Merlin), Gwen & Merlin Friendship (Merlin), Caring Gwen (Merlin), episode rewrite, Mentions of Injuries, Sad Merlin (Merlin), POV Merlin (Merlin), POV Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Platonic Relationships, Season/Series 05, My First Fanfic, Tags Are Hard, no beta we die like arthur, Just kidding it is beta read I just wanted to use the tag, Beta read by my lovely sister, Tears, Evil Morgana (Merlin), idk how tags work, I HAVE NEVER DONE THIS BEFORE, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, no suicide attempt, Depression, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Suicide Attempt, You could see it as Merthur if you squint hard enough Summary:

Laying on the top of the tower all alone, awaiting his doom. The only thing he could hear was his heart pounding in his chest. Not even the sound of the wind or the noises of people departing could reach his ears. Everything he felt disappeared into an endless oblivion. But it wasn’t unpleasant, he was willing to accept it, if it meant he could escape this cruel world.

or

Merlin is depressed and is thinking about ending it all. But he doesn't know that Arthur and the knights are looking for him. Rewrite of season 5 episode 10.

[thebetawolfgirl]

Might be posting my first ever Timmy fic today, not decided yet!

[acheemient]

If part 3 of 1941 is not "A Nightingale Sang In Berkeley Square" coming on the radio and Crowley standing from the table where they have been drinking wine and coming around to Aziraphale's side and offering his hand to Aziraphale to dance, and Aziraphale looking a bit wonderstruck and a bit delighted and taking Crowley's hand, and they slow dance, holding each other so close, and they look into each other's eyes, and Crowley whispers, "Angel," and he's looking at Aziraphale's lips with all the wanting in the universe written upon his eyes, and Aziraphale with a face that says he's never wanted anything more than to swallow Crowley whole so he can Keep him, and they lean in, and at the very last second, Aziraphale stops them and they are standing there breathing heavily with their foreheads pressed together, and Aziraphale whispers, "I want to; oh God, I want to," and Crowley whines and tries again, but Aziraphale pulls back but doesn't leave Crowley's arms, and says, "We can't," and Crowley looks like he's been slapped, and Aziraphale looks so heartbroken and says, "They almost caught us tonight, and they would have destroyed you" and then continues so quietly, like it's a secret, "I don't know what I would do if I lost you," and Crowley tries to protest saying they can be sneaky, they won't get caught, they can have this, together, and Aziraphale looks so sad and says, "Oh Crowley," and Crowley knows Aziraphale is so close to agreeing and so close to pulling away, and he whispers, "Please," and for a second Aziraphale looks like he is going to give in, but he can't put Crowley in danger, so he makes his face colder, and he steps out of Crowley's arms, even though it nearly kills him to do so, and he says, "Besides, you know Angels don't dance," and Crowley remembers himself says, "No I don't suppose they do," and he straightens up and puts his glasses on and pretends nothing happened and says, "Of course you're right," and they nod at each other and Crowley moves to leave the bookshop, and Aziraphale feels like he's about to lose something so precious that he will not be able to ever get back, so he calls "Crowley," and Crowley turns to look at him, and Aziraphale says, "Perhaps someday...," but he can't say what he really means (some day we can have that, someday we can be together how we want, someday I will stop pulling away), so he visually changes his mind and finishes with, "we can dine at the Ritz," and he prays to a God that he, in this moment, hates so, so much for keeping him from the demon he loves more than anything, that Crowley understands his true meaning, and Crowley looks like maybe he does and like maybe he still has hope, and he nods and says, "Stay safe, Angel," and Aziraphale nods back, and then Crowley leaves, and Aziraphale is left looking absolutely devastated and heartbroken and angry, truly angry, for the first time in his long and lonely existence that he has to be loyal to Her rather than to him, and he takes a moment, takes a breath, and walks silently over to the radio and turns up the volume on the song and closes his eyes and gives himself that moment to remember what it felt like to be held, to be loved, to imagine what saying yes would bring, then honestly what is even the point of all of this?

[sheerakk]

[kidovna]

Favourite fandom trope of the day: wisdom teeth removal

[lilyvines]

went down an ao3 rabbit hole and this is the first time in my life i’ve seen a dni against women

[brownieracha]

i might be writting a fanfic

[starflungwaddledee]

from: @starflungwaddledee to: @post-it-notes7

message from santa: "happy holidays post-it-notes! 🎄🥳 i know you very politely only wished for a few modest things- characters high fiving, or struggling in christmas attire- but i hope you'll still enjoy this given that i kinda went the opposite direction entirely! i'm an enormous fan of your work and most times you post anything i wind up browsing your art tag from tip-to-tail in enraptured delight. as such, i thought it was only fair i give back something a little more significant in gratitude for all the joy your work has given me. i knew i wanted to do a comic, so i was thrilled you already had a whole storyverse for me to work from!! this scene seemed the most obvious choice (chapter 8 of "wishful thinking" on ao3) given that i enjoy a dramatic fight scene 😂 i tried to stick as beat-by-beat to the writing as i could and worked in as many details as possible; i hope it'll be fun to see it envisioned this way! merry christmas! ~starflung 🎀🔔 "

[andthebeanstalk]

Me: hm, I want something to put on the TV as background noise... Huh. Looks like YouTube is recommending something called The Last Unicorn. That's perfect, it's probably some old shitty animation that has aged poorly! I can watch it ironically!

Me, 2 hours later as the credits roll: *crying, cheering, buying the book, composing the songs*

Me, 2 weeks later: So I have compiled all of the quotes from the book that I think could make good tattoos, and also, HOW HAVE I NEVER LEARNED ABOUT HOW THE LAST UNICORN FUCKING SLAPS??? This gay-ass little fairytale fed my soul! Watered my crops! Transed my gender! Can't believe I heard of this story from youtube recommendations, of all places!!

[bubonicc-writing]

The Rebound

Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x Fem!Reader

Word count: 3194

Summary: It's been a long time since Cooper has felt a loving touch. Perhaps a little too long because he's not entirely sure what to do with you.

CW: Semi-slow burn, smut, P in V, creampies, loving on a crispy man who needs it real bad. Prob ooc because this is my first fallout/reader fic ever (sowwy)

Cooper was a hard man to break. Downright standoffish and a straight-up jackass. At least that was what he was like when you first met him. Charismatic, confident, an excellent shot, but god, was he a prick. That, though, you had gotten used to the longer you traveled together. As the months dragged on, that standoffishness started to shed from the Ghoul. 

It started with random small talk picking up between you two as you travel between settlements. For the first few months together, it was mostly silence or business talk traded between you. Who was the next bounty? Where were they last? Can you scavenge while I get intel? It was all just business. That was until one night, Cooper started making small talk between their travels. Then came the soft conversations by the fire when they settled for the night. Every week, the weight of that duster and those guns on his back seemed to lighten the more he talked to you. Then came the offered cantine of water on a scorching day. Already an out-of-the-ordinary gesture from him, more so because your cantine wasn’t empty and he was offering his for a sip.

You took it.

The small talk turned into jokes with hushed laughs between you. As Cooper drawled on, you watched him over the campfire's tip. The light it threw cast beautiful shadows along Cooper's features, and when that crooked ass grin warped his lips more and more, you felt a tinge in the center of your chest. A little candlelight flickering and quivering whenever he spoke in that long drawl. It blazed when his eyes flicked up at you, staring at you in a way that made it seem like he could see right through you. It was like he could see that candle burning just for him.

Now, when the two of you slept, you were no longer on opposite sides of the room. You both started to creep toward each other every night until you were only a few feet apart. Cooper never laid down when he slept. Instead, he leaned against the wall and semi-slouched. He’d tilt his hat downward until the brim hid his eyes. Finally, he would cross his legs and arms before drifting off. You, on the other hand, preferred your bedroll. While not much, it was still better than the barren floor or the questionable mattress they occasionally came across. 

Tonight, a storm was coming through, bringing billowing winds and harsh rain that pounded the roof of the abandoned gas station they had sheltered in. You had tried hours ago to sleep, but the chill from the wind crept between the broken boards and cracked windows. You tossed and turned for what felt like hours, unable to get warm in any position. You flopped over one more time, now facing where Cooper was slouched against a wall a good two feet from you. His brim was cast down, covering his eyes as usual, but from how still he was, you figured he had fallen asleep a while ago.

 Chewing your lip, you hesitated momentarily before scooting towards him and bridging the gap. Snuggling up against his hips and thighs, you sighed contently. He smelled of gunpowder and smoke, typical. Slumber tugged at your eyelids, and you finally drifted off within minutes.

A light sleeper for obvious reasons in this hellhole of a wasteland, Cooper had awoken the second you had touched his leg. He waited for you to settle before opening one eye halfway and staring down his brim at you. Studying your peaceful expression and how you pressed your nose into his thigh. Two rouge strands of your hair had fallen against your cheek, slightly curled at the tips.

A former version of himself would have shoved you away, telling you to git back to your side of the station. Except the current version of himself felt something swirling around in his chest. It was slightly uncomfortable but not all too unfamiliar.

It was a sensation he hadn’t felt for over a hundred years, something that longed for that little touch and craved so much more. It flopped around behind his ribcage, and he grits his teeth in annoyance.

Sighing and looking back down, he shifts gently. Bringing one hand down and outstretching two fingers, he tenderly brushes the hair strands behind your ear. With that, he recrosses his arms and sits back, eyes closing.

As the months continue, so do they, but Cooper is different at night. His expressions are somber, his eyes distant while he sharpens his knives. Deep in thought, sometimes it takes calling his name twice before he looks up at you.

“Coop, are you alright?” you ask, your eyebrows furrowed together in concern. You were annoyed when he smiled and chuckled softly, telling you he was peaches and cream. You didn’t push the matter and didn’t have to because he mentioned his daughter three nights later.

He spoke slowly, hesitantly, wondering if he should even be saying any of this to you in the first place. He wasn’t a vulnerable man, not anymore, anyway. 

He spoke, and you listened, night after night, as more pieces of the puzzle of this mystery man fell together. Under all those clothes and behind all those guns, Cooper was still just a man—an ordinary man.

“You’ll find her Coop,” Reaching over from where you were sitting at his side, you placed your hand on his wrist and gently squeezed it, “I know you will.” 

Cooper didn’t respond, but a smile so tiny it almost went missed curved the corners of his lips.

As you lay in your bedroll that night, you felt something shift against your front. Opening your tired eyes halfway, you watched through blurry vision as Cooper lay down next to you. His back was to you, but you scooted against his spine without a second thought. Resting your cheek between his shoulder blades, you closed your eyes again. 

Eventually, Cooper lay facing you. Without saying anything, he would hook your waist and tug you against his chest. Then, you would feel him resting his chin on your head. The first time he had done it, your face burned so hot you feared you might catch ablaze. If Cooper noticed, he didn’t say. No matter, you didn’t want him to stop, and you were sure he didn’t want you to, either. 

In truth, Cooper would be lying if he ever said he didn’t like the sensation of your small palms against his chest. He loved how you played with the buttons on his dirty shirt until you fell asleep.

Each night, you did the same thing, chest to chest, until finally, one night, you nuzzled your face into the nook of Cooper's neck. Soft and plump lips grazed across his scarred skin before placing a gentle kiss on Cooper’s jawline. 

Immediately, Cooper stiffened against you. You felt his fingers tracing lazy patterns on the small of your back pause. You heard him swallow suddenly, and your stomach sank as you expected him to push you away and scold you. 

Instead, Cooper cleared his throat and nestled his chin harder against the top of your head. 

Days in the wasteland dragged on usually, but the following days felt like an eternity since that night. Bounty after bounty, caps collected, and supplies scavenged, Cooper never once brought it up. Instead, he carried on as usual, which, in truth, made your heartache.

It was possible that even after all of this time, the candle he had ablaze in your chest was not mutually lit. 

What you didn’t know was that Cooper's heart had bounced out of his chest and into his throat that night. He didn’t think it was even possible for his cheeks to flush, but damn, they felt hot. It was alien; over 200 years of feeling the kiss of bullets, he had forgotten what a real one felt like. It was incredible but also terrifying.

 He had loved, and he had lost. 

The nights following the kiss, Cooper waited for you to make a move again, but you didn’t. You slept with your back to him and didn’t move when he pressed against you and draped an arm over your waist. After a few minutes, he felt your fingers intertwine with him in a gentle grip. 

The two of you stayed linked that night.

The following night, Cooper watched as you shrugged off your jacket and kicked off your boots, getting ready to sleep after a long day of tracking a bounty through the unforgiving sun. Reaching up, you released your hair from its loose bun and let your locks fall messily over your shoulders.

You half turned when you felt Cooper grab your hand. Watching him bring it to his lips, he kissed your palm and pressed your hand against his cheek.

The brim of his hat temporarily hid his eyes, but when he looked up at you, your heart fluttered. No words were exchanged as you slowly leaned forward, having to stand on your toes even to come close to his marred lips. Centimeters away, you paused, but Cooper filled the gap.

The first kiss was gentle, and your free hand came up to cup Cooper’s other cheek. When you broke away, it wasn’t for long. Reconnecting, your kisses became hungrier, and your hands on Cooper's cheeks drifted downward. Running over his neck, then his collar and chest. You worked your way down as he kissed you until you palmed at his groin.

“Wait,” Cooper pulled away suddenly, stepping back, “wait…fuck” He turned on his heels, pacing back and forth. 

“What’s wrong?” You ask, watching him shake his head and curse to himself. “Coop?”

Once he stopped pacing, he sighed and shook his head before glancing over his shoulder at you.

“I don’t think I have it in me no more, sweetheart.” He laughed softly at himself. 

“What do you mean?” Taking a step towards him, she watched as he finally turned to face her.

“It’s… been a long time. A really long time, sugar.” Too long, really, at least, that is what he thought anyway. Nobody had touched him like this since before the bombs. Nobody had loved him. The only thing he knew now was blood, bullets, and ass jerky.

“Coop,” You said softly, moving towards him and wrapping your arms around his towering frame, “let me take care of you for once.” There was silence before Cooper rested his chin atop your head and laughed. Slowly, his hands came up to rest on your hips, his thumbs dipping under the fabric of your shirt to rub at the soft skin there. 

Looking up, you place a chain of kisses along his jawline. Meanwhile, one of your hands pressed against his back snaked back to his front. There, you worked your way down again until you felt the subtle tent in his pants. You palmed it gently, drawing out soft groans from your Ghoul. He shifted in place, sliding his chin off your head and burying his face between the nook in your neck. His hips lean forward into your touch, and you purr at that.

“That’s it,” you whisper, working the top button until it pops. Next, you slide his zipper down and slide your hand inside. “I’ve got you.”

Upon grabbing his stiffening cock, you feel him tense against you, even sagging a little bit as you start to stroke. Your thumb rubs over his swollen head, spreading the generous amount of precum around. You feel it pulse against your palm, and you can’t help but smile when Copper’s breath stutters against your neck.

“Fuck darling,” He drawls, “You know how to drive a man mad.” Bringing his hands up from your hips, Cooper knots his fingers into the back of your shirt. It doesn’t take long to have him unraveling. You can feel his thighs trembling and his grip tightening the closer he gets to release. Like butter, he is melting and fast.

Each new noise you pull from him causes a feverish heat to swell over your form. Your stomach flips, and you feel your heat clench with desire. As much as you would like to keep your composure, you lean into him, pressing your forehead into his shoulder as you stroke faster and faster. 

The choked growl Cooper lets out is the only warning you get before hot fluid coats your palm and wrist. His hips lurch in your grip twice before he suddenly sags hard against your form. Finger still twisted in your shirt, he finally lets go and lets his arms swing heavily by his sides. His legs are like jelly, and it takes him a moment to stand up semi-straight, his hat slightly crooked. He looks drunk, his eyes glossy, that stupid ass grin you loved smeared across his lips.

“That good, huh?” Stepping back to give him a little breathing room, you pluck the first few buttons of your shirt open. Allowing your shirt to part and fall from your shoulders, your breasts become exposed. With your other hand, you reach down and open the first button of your pants.

“Well then,” You coo, “come on then bounty hunter.” You shimmy your pants and panties off, kicking them off to the side, leaving your form raw to his eyes. “Come and get it.”

There was no need to ask twice. Rushing forward, Cooper grabbed your hips and slammed your forms together. Your lips crashed together again and again, and you whined into his mouth, horribly needy. You didn’t doubt Cooper had seen the slick glistening on your inner thigh.

Pushing you backward, you allowed Cooper to guide you to your bedroll. Once close enough to it, he kicked his foot out, hooked his heel around your leg, and pulled it out from under you. As you fell backward, he fell with you, landing flat on his palms. Towering over you now, eyes ablaze as they drink in your beet red face and beautiful puffy pink breasts. 

“You’ve been wantin' this for a while, haven’t yah?” Lifting one of his hands and pressing it against your soft belly, he drags it down towards your heat. Without warning, he slides his middle and ring finger through your folds, running over your sensitive clit. You gasp, tossing your head back.

“Ngh! Fuck!” Looking up between your bodies, you watch as Cooper drags his fingers up and down over and over, teasing your swelling clit. “Fuck Coop, fuck!”

“Well,” He growls, “Who am I to keep a lady waitin'?” Without warning, his middle and ring finger coast downward and dip deep into your gushing cunt. The squeal that escapes your lips has Cooper chuckling. He presses deep into you, humming as your walls grip his digits. 

Burying himself knuckle deep over and over, a squelching noise is followed by each hand thrust. You lift and twist your hips from the intense waves of pleasure. Only when you feel Cooper withdraw his fingers do you flop down, panting harshly.

Through half-lidded and blurry eyes, you watch Cooper bring his hand between you. He inspects them before spreading his two fingers apart, a tendril of thick fluid connecting them.

“You get this wet for everybody else? Or just little o’l me?”

Turning your head away in embarrassment, you feel Cooper grip your chin and return your gaze to him. 

“Eyes on me.” He growls as he rolls his hips forward, running his stiff cock between your slick folds. The head bumps your clit, and for a moment, you think you see stars. Over and over again, he grinds against you, littering your chest with kisses in the meantime. 

When you finally feel him lean back and press his head against your opening, he hesitates. 

“It’s okay,” you whisper as you place your hand on his cheek and run your thumb over his cheekbone. “I’ve got you.” Sliding both arms around his neck, you gently tug him into your warm embrace. One hand rugs between his shoulder blades while your other rubs the back of his neck.

Allowing himself to lean forward, he nuzzles into the side of your neck before biting the soft flesh. 

Rolling his hips forward, he breaches and slides into you with ease. Gasping and choking out a soft cry, you feel him bury himself to his hilt. Hip connected to hip for a brief moment, he finally drags himself out. Rolling forward, the pase is slow, perhaps even loving, before your Ghoul gets hungry.

It doesn’t take long before your hips are slapping together. You can’t stop the sobs of pleasure that break past your lips with each sharp snap of his hips. Digging your nails into his shoulder blades, you feel your eyes cross when the head of his cock punches that sweet, sweet bundle of nerves.

“Oh fuck, Cooper!” Your back arches off of your bedroll, “F-fuck! I’m… I’m” The hot waves of pleasure radiating from your belly to your groin all the way down your trembling thighs to your toes are winding too tight. “I’m gonna cum!” 

He didn’t slow down and instead angled himself better to strike that little bundle of nerves that had your eyes rolling back. It took two hard hits before he felt your beck snap into a tight arch. He felt your chest bump hard against him, and your hips twisted to the right as your climate ripped you apart.

Head thrown back, mouth wide open, no sound came out of you as your climax held you prisoner.

Above, Cooper's thrusts started to become sloppy, losing their rhythm as your cunt clamped down on him spasmodically. As much as he tried to hold on, it had been too long, and you had felt too good.

Grunting hard into the side of your neck, you felt a warmth bloom in your groin as Cooper spilled everything he had left into you. He slammed your hips together, holding you in place and burying himself as deep as he could, pumping you full. The sensation had goosebumps blooming across your skin as your body finally deflated back down against the bedroll. 

With eyes half-lidded and glossy, you made out the foggy shape of Cooper still hunched over you, his chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath. Every other breath was a soft wheeze. Sweat had beaded on his forehead, and a droplet fell and landed on your chest.

Leaning back and sliding himself from your heat, a thick flood of cum followed. You shivered at the sensation and watched as Cooper lowered himself against your form. Resting his head between your breasts, he inhaled sharply and sighed.

Lovingly, you stroked the back of his neck, enjoying the sensation of his hot breath against your breast.

Together, you lay like that while listening to the rain from a passing storm plink against the tin roof.

When you looked down, Cooper's eyes were closed, and his breathing had finally leveled. Letting your head fall back, you closed your own eyes and smiled.

For once, the wasteland was at peace.

[stillackerman]

postwar!levi x reader

You're preparing for the event, which requires formal clothes.

You're watching how Levi is trying to fix his white ascot. He's been fighting with that piece of fabric for a few minutes now, still not satisfied with the result. You can almost sense his frustration in the air. You always can. And you also know that he won't ask you for help. His pride will never allow him.

You're getting up from the chair and coming closer. You look at his mirror image, your eyes meet, and you smile a little before speaking:

“Let me help you.”

Levi doesn't say a word, but he turns to you, giving you a free hand. You focus on the task, and slowly take care of this, everything must be perfect, the way he likes it.

You feel his eyes on you, focused the same way on your beauty as you're on the ascot. You're almost blushing; even after all this time, his gaze makes you feel weak on your knees.

When you've done, you look at him, putting your hand on his cheek and tracing his scars with your thumb.

“You look really handsome,” you whisper.

“Tch...” You know Levi resists the urge to roll his eyes.

“I mean it!” You assure him, and to confirm it, you give him a sweet kiss. You feel how he relaxes at the touch of your lips.

And when you pull away, you see he's even more handsome than before. His skin gains some color, and he has happy sparkles in the eyes.

“We should go,” he says. “We can't be late.”

You nod. Levi takes the cane in one hand, and he gives you the free arm. You grab it, and both of you leave the room, looking like the most beautiful couple in the world.

[alien-bluez]

Lark can't handle nice things, and as he says "always fucks it up."

Drew a scene from this fic here, please please go read it right now!