#im just so CLENCH FIST impatient

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⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ CONTENT ⊹ 18+, rafe x brattyfem!reader, silent treatment, smut (on his boat), p in v, creampie, degrading — m.list

slightly inspired by this tiktok edit of him saying “don’t shake your head”

first fic im sorry this sucks ૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎აㅤ

Once again, you’re giving your boyfriend the silent treatment. You’ve lost count on how many times you have done this. You can’t help it, he has a habit of getting on your nerves whenever you’re having a bad day. Even when he tries to make amends by taking you out on his boat, your frustration doesn’t go away.

You were sitting in the cockpit while he opened another water. “Seriously? Keeping your mouth shut?” His tongue flicked out, touching the corner of his mouth, and his eyes met yours. You inhaled and a heavy sigh escaped your lips. “I’m just tired today.”

“And so you ignore me?” He replied in a slightly irritated tone. “You know how much I hate when you do this.”

He glared at you, his eyes narrowing as they roved over you. Despite the bright sun shining down on the two of you, the only thing you could really feel was his gaze. "Come on," he spoke, his voice sharp and impatient. "Say something. I'm done with your bullshit."

You shaked your head, “Don’t shake your head at me.” His jaw clenched and the way he tilted his head, gave away how tensed up he was too. Before you can begin to respond, he’s already sitting beside you with his hands at the nape of your neck turning your head to face him, “If you don’t start talking, then I’ll make you.” He said sternly.

The waves are quiet and calm. You bite your lip slightly, “Christ,” he muttered under his breath. You feel his hands go and spread your thighs apart easily. “Rafe-“ You began but he shoved two fingers in your mouth to the back of your throat. His warm breath fanning your face as spit pooled from your mouth.

“Oh so now you want to talk?” His sneered mockingly at you as you stared at his piercing blue eyes, “No, I don’t think so.” Your eyes watered as you gagged on his fingers, face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. You tried to pull away, but this only leaded to him shoving his fingers deeper and deeper into your throat.

He grabbed a fistful of your shorts, yanking them down to your knees. With one swift move, he slid his hand to your crotch, cupping your wet pussy through your panties. "Fucking knew it, already so wet for me?"

You try to speak but get cut off, “I'm sorry, what was that?" He asked, his voice cold and harsh. His fingers kept working their magic inside your mouth, teasing and tormenting your sensitive flesh. You tried to speak again, but all that came out was a muffled sound. Your heart pounded inside your chest from the arousal you were beginning to feel. Even his presence alone was enough to make your breath quicken.

You could never resist rafes touch, and he knew that.

As your heart raced, rafe finally pulled his fingers from your mouth, leaving it feeling cold and empty. He quickly moved his hand downward pushing your underwear aside, rubbing his slick fingers against your swollen clit and into your wet pussy.

The corner of his lips curled up a little. You squirmed in pleasure as his finger entered you, pushing deeper and probing your wet folds. A soft moan escaped your lips, muffled by the sound of his fingers rubbing against your swollen clit.

"There we go,” rafe said, his voice husky with desire. "You're so fucking tight around my fingers. Let me hear you moan." And with that, he thrust his finger deeper inside you, causing a sharp gasp to escape your lips. “Oh, God," you moaned, your head spinning with pleasure.

Rafe groaned as you clutched his wrist, your nails digging lightly into his skin. Your body arched into his touch, craving more. "Oh fuck," you gasped, feeling his fingers penetrate you even further. He let out a small laugh under his breath, “You like having your pussy stuffed with my fingers, don't you?" You moaned in response, not being able to form words.

He flexed his jaw, eyes flickering between yours and your lips. Subconsciously you licked your own, he stirred beside you and took out his fingers. He grabbed both your knees and laid you back on the soft cushion.

Looking down at you, he cupped the side of your face roughly. His other hand moved between your legs, spreading them apart once more. "You're so fucking beautiful," he breathed, “You look even better with my cock in you too.” He tapped the side of your face with his hand.

The anticipation was killing you as he stared deeply into your eyes, his hands roaming over your body possessively.

Your eyes darted as he started removing his pants. “Rafe, I’m sorry. I won’t ignore you again-but people might see," you managed to stutter out between breaths. "I don’t give a shit," he interrupted, his eyes darkening with lust. With that, he continued to unbuckle himself, his cock already hard and throbbing against his pants.

You gasped as he finally pushed inside of you, filling you up completely. He always stretched you past your limit. His hips almost immediately slammed against yours in a rhythm that made you moan out loud.

“Bought you clothes, brought you out here on this boat, got you lunch,” He groaned, pounding into you. “And you had to give me the silent treatment, huh?” He growled, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His hips driving relentlessly into yours.

You moaned loudly, your body shaking under his as you gave in to the pleasure he was giving you. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have done that," you panted, your head rolling back more.

His eyes flashed with satisfaction as you apologized, your voice barely audible over the sound of your moans. “You’re sorry?” His fingers dig into her hips as he thrusts deeper into her, “But you’re always sorry isn’t that right? Fucking slut-“

His thrusts grew harder and more relentless as he took you on the boat's cockpit. You cried out his name in a mix of pleasure and pain, your body arching into him. "I'm really sorry, I was just-.." Your words trail off to a moan and you clung onto him, wrapping your hands around his biceps.

His pace picked up, and he started slamming into you with unrestrained force. You moaned loudly, practically screaming. Your walls clenching around him as he pounded into you.

You couldn’t be more thankful that no other boats were around. You wouldn’t know what to do if someone (or people) happened to see you getting dicked down by rafe cameron. Maybe at that point you wouldn’t care.

The pleasure was almost unbearable, and you were barely holding on. His hips pistoned against yours, driving his cock deeper into your core.

His hips stilled suddenly, causing you to gasp around his cock. He stared down at you, his eyes burning into yours. "Why did you stop?" you asked, surprise evident in your voice. His curtain bangs shifted onto his face as he’s panting.

"Oh, you want me to keep going?" He mocked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. The grin on his face was wicked as he stared down at her. You feel yourself getting embarrassed, “Keep going..” you murmured.

"Can't hear you, use your words f’me.” He repeated.

Then, he punctuated his words with a hard thrust that buried his cock deep inside you once more before stopping again. You moaned and called out his name as he pushed deeper into you. You felt every inch of his length inside you, and you wanted more. "Please, keep going, rafe," you pleaded, arching your back in an invitation for him to take you even deeper.

“Keep begging," he whispered hoarsely, his eyes locked onto yours as he fought against the urge to lose control and just fuck you senseless right then and there.

“Please fuck me," you moaned, spreading your legs wider for him. Your body is aching for his touch, and your swollen pussy is ready to take him as deep as possible. "Fuck me, rafe," you lightly groan out, your voice trembling with desire. He always knows how to make you feel things you’ve never felt before.

That was all it took. His thrusts became harder and faster, his hips slapping against yours in a rhythm that matched the pounding of his heart. His body moving him forward as his elbows found purchase on either sides of your head, pinning you beneath him.

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the cockpit as rafe fucked you harder, his hips pounding into yours. Your moans and gasps filled the air, intertwining with his rough breathing as he took you to the edge.

He chuckles, watching your fucked out face and as your cunt parts and flares around him, fluttering walls hugging his huge cock. “Such a bratty little whore f’me.” He grunted, his voice thick with lust and satisfaction. “Fuck, yeah.”

You feel him pulsing inside you, you moan and beg for more, not wanting this pleasure to ever end. "More…" You whimpered, "Give me more."

Hearing your plea, rafes eyes glazed all over your face and body. His thrusts intensify further, his body practically shuddering with the effort to give you what you crave.

“See? Now you’re finally using that pretty mouth of yours." His voice raw with desire. “A little slutty pussy like this needs to be throughly fucked every day.” He laughed pounding into you, he reached down and began to rub your clit in rapid circles. The sensation is overwhelming, sending shockwaves of pleasure rolling throughout your body.

“Rafe, oh god, I'm so close…!” You moaned, your head thrown back in ecstasy as he continues to thrust and rub. Feeling the intensity of your response, rafe moaned in approval. He circled your clit faster and harder, drawing out cries of pure bliss from your lips.

"Almost there," he muttered through gritted teeth. His hips keep slamming into yours, causing sparks of pleasure to shoot through your entire body. "So fucking close," he groaned, his voice hoarse with desire.

Your moans grow louder, echoing on the boat as you feel the impending climax. "I'm cumming! Oh god, don't stop!" Each word is punctuated by a sharp intake of breath and a quivering sensation throughout your body. Your pussy gripped tightly around him, pulling him down into you, milking his cock with every thrust. Your legs tremble and your body shivers, wracked with pleasure as your orgasm crashes over you. "Fuck, I’m cumming!”

Once you cum, rafes eyes rolled to the back of his head, a mix of lust and satisfaction etched on his face. With a low groan, he releases his seed into you, filling you up with his thick, hot cum. "Shit.." he drags out the word, his body trembling.

You lay there, your chest heaving as you catch your breath after the intense orgasm. You're twitching and aching all over, both from the pleasure you've just experienced and the fullness of your boyfriend still inside of you.

His pace slows down, his thrusts growing shallower, softer, as he catches his breath and began to come back down from the high.

“Mm..rafe,” you groaned softly, barely above a whisper. You wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him down closer to you.

He gazed down at you with loving eyes, his hair falling onto his face as he leaned in to kiss you. "That’s what happens when you ignore me," he murmured, a charming smile playing on his lips. His fingers run through your hair, pushing it back gently before he captures your lips in a kiss again.

#୨୧ #rafecameron #rafe obx #rafe outer banks #drew starkey #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron x female reader #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron fic #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron headcanons #rafe cameron imagine #outer banks #obx fic #obx fanfiction #obx smut #obx cast #outer banks smut #smut

[ohdeerfully]

hello there!

was wondering if I could request Alastor and reader having a debate over whether radio or the newspaper is better than the other (reader was a journalist in 1930’s New York in their past life). Heated debate that ends with fluff.

thank you!❤️❤️

hi thanks for the request!! honestly it doesnt really end with fluff, more just alastor being confused and also confusing, and im super sorry for that :sob: but i hope u enjoy it anyway!!! kiss kiss

What Would the Papers Say

Alastor x Reader (not explicitly romantic)

TW: none! join my discord!

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Alastor stood in front of you, a tight smile and narrowed brows decorating his face as he stood ominously over you. You swallowed, hard, as you had to crane your neck significantly to look him in the eyes. He waited impatiently for your words, his smile inching to become larger and more sinister by the second.

You took a deep breath and steadied your gaze against his, staring into his maliciously red eyes.

“Why can’t you just admit your wrong,” You said snidely, “The newspaper reached so many more people. And gave more people jobs. And was just better in general, really.”

Alastor laughed at you with closed eyes, something he would tend to do in arguments. He liked to make the other person feel ridiculous. 

“How wrong that is!” He snapped back, eyes settling on you again. “My dear, the radio had much more value. Could your rolls of paper play music? Speak to people? All I see is a boring, colorless, dry wad of useless writing.”

You balled your fists in anger, restraining yourself from getting physical. You wouldn’t be able to land anything, anyway, so there was no point in trying. 

“That ‘useless writing’ was my life’s work, you dick!” You spat, heart clenching slightly at the thought of him considering something so important to you useless. “Some people don’t like to listen to an annoying asshole yap in their ear for forty minutes!”

Alastor waved his hand dismissively at your attempt at an insult, his smile never faltering in the slightest. If anything, it grew wider when he saw your growing frustration. “But more people like listening to the asshole’s stories than reading the drab paper, no? News travels so much faster verbally! Why else do you think the paper lost popularity after the radio was introduced?”

You lost any response you had, eyes falling to the floor in defeat. Your stomach churned with unease, hating that you were losing an argument to Alastor. Yeah, it was hard to win against him in the first place, but it still pissed you off.

“At least we had fun comics to read…” You muttered in a weak attempt at a retort, folding your arms.

Alastor only barked a laugh in response, stepping forward and grabbing your chin with his sharp claws to tilt your eyes back up to him. He wanted to see your eyes glimmer with defeat, it was something he loved to see when he beat somebody in an argument—especially over something they were so passionate about.

However, his smile weakened by a hair when he saw your eyes, slightly shining with held back tears. You still had a look of frustration and you were confidently staring right back at him, but for once… he didn’t really like the look of miserable defeat. Not on you. 

Alastor’s grip on your chin dropped so fast, as if you burned him, and his eyes darted away from yours. His brows were furrowed in what you perceived as confusion, but the expression vanished nearly as soon as you recognized it. 

“Agree to disagree, then,” He said finally, looking back down at you through slitted eyes. He turned with a dramatic flourish, briskly walking away. He turned his head slightly towards you as he spoke one last time, “though, the radio’s never been used for fire kindling.”

Alastor did not like the way you made him feel. He didn't like that your grief made his own emotions go haywire. He was going to find out what it was about you that made him feel... weak, was it? He wasn't sure, but he just needed to get out of there.

You cursed at him, though he paid your words no mind. You could tell by the way his ear flicked in your direction that he had at least heard your frustrations. You finally let your confident face fall, and with a pout you traveled towards the hotel lobby. You needed a drink.

“Bold to argue with Alastor like that,” Husk gruffly commented as you sat down, slumping your shoulders. His arms were folded over his chest, and you awkwardly rubbed your arm.

“You heard all that?”

“You aren’t exactly the quietest.”

You sighed, resting your head against your palm and drumming your free hand against the bartop. “That’s embarrassing,” You said simply, chewing on the inside of your cheek. It wasn’t uncommon for racket in the hotel, but you typically held yourself to a higher standard than being the cause of said racket.

Even though you were upset about the argument, you couldn’t help but visualize that expression on his face when he looked at you earlier. What was that? Concern? Regret? Or were you just reading too much into it? And why did he leave the room so quickly?

You pondered over this as Husk slid a drink over towards you, the glass leaving a watery trail from building condensation. You gave him a small smile and silently sipped at it for a few minutes.

You tried to tell yourself you didn’t care one way or another what those emotions Alastor displayed were. He was a jerk. He put you down for what you were passionate about, and what you had dedicated your life too. What a dick. You didn’t care. Nope.

With a groan, you tilted your head back to finish the glass and nodded a thanks to Husk again before you made your way up the hotel stairs. Without realizing it, your legs seemed to take you to a particular floor and to a particular room that you would’ve rather avoided. You briefly wondered how strong that drink was that Husk gave you.

You held your fist up, paused for a few seconds, and then knocked. Why were you even here in the first place? You weren’t going to apologize. You opened the door yourself when you heard a faint ‘come in,’ slowly pushing it forwards and cracking it open just enough to peek your head through. Your eyes trailed around the room before you finally saw the demon in a bayou-like setting. 

Alastor was sitting leisurely on a metal chair, one leg thrown over the other as he sipped on a mug. His eyes were barely open as he relaxed, and you could only slightly tell that he was looking at you.

“It’s rather impolite to interrupt somebody’s alone time,” He quipped as you walked the rest of your body into the room. “Especially somebody you pestered and yelled at only an hour ago.”

You bit back an angry comment, and kept your breathing level. You shouldn’t let him get under your skin like this. You clenched your fists, but otherwise maintained a cool attitude. You walked towards the corner of the room, examining the scenery before you. You wondered if the forest was actually that big, or if the wall was just an extremely well illustrated illusion. It wouldn’t surprise you if Alastor was eccentric enough to manifest a whole bayou in his own room.

Alastor looked up at you from his seated position, though he still seemed incredibly tall even as he sat. He had a grin spread across his face, and his head tilted slightly at you.

“Need something?” He tried prompting a word out of you. You hadn’t said anything since coming in, and curiosity began gnawing at his thoughts. He was frustrated, truthfully, about the earlier experience he had with his own confused, jumbled thoughts.

You honestly didn’t know why you came to his room. You didn’t really know what to say. You weren’t going to apologize or grovel for forgiveness, and you knew he would never ever admit he was wrong, either.

“You know,” You started slowly, voice just above a mutter. “The newspaper and radio could’ve worked together… one doesn’t have to be better than the other.”

Both grin and eyes widened at your comment. A wave of Alastor’s hand materialized an identical chair across the table, and you sat yourself neatly—and, a bit awkwardly—when he gestured for you to join him.

“What a thought,” He replied, bringing the mug to his lips again. His comment didn’t really give you any insight to what he actually thought about your statement. Though, you should’ve guessed. He has a superiority complex so big he would never admit to anything being on an equal level to him.

Still, you smiled weakly at him. You watched as his gaze studied you, maybe a bit too intently, and you momentarily saw that strange expression shift across his features. Just as before, you barely had time to consider it before it vanished.

“Tell me,” Alastor said, leaning back into his chair. A mug manifested in front of you as he spoke, and with a smell you could tell it was your favorite tea. You wondered if he actually knew, or if it was just something he could do magically. “If you are so keen on the radio and paper working together…”

He paused dramatically, and you clenched your jaw in response. How aggravating his knack for showmanship could be.

“Would you care to make a deal?” There was a sinister look in his eyes as he said the words, his grin twisting up his face with his sharp teeth bared at you. You felt a prickling at your neck, a bit uncomfortable.

“I don’t really… want you to have my soul, dude,” You responded, fiddling your fingers around the rim of the mug in front of you. 

That sinister expression lightened, and he cheerfully waved a hand at you. “No, no, no,” He laughed, leaning forward and letting his elbows rest against the table. “No soul contract. Just… say, a mutually beneficial partnership. Radio Demon and Newspaper Demon. Interesting, right?”

“I… guess,” You replied slowly, considering it. Hey, if your soul wasn’t involved, what was the big deal? How much power could Alastor hold over you if he didn’t have your soul?

A lot, probably.

You shrugged. “Sure, deal.” 

Immediately after your response, a shining sheet of paper and an outdated quill appeared in front of you. You eyed Alastor warily as you took the sheet, reading over the terms of your deal. Honestly, it didn’t seem that bad. It only really iterated your loyalty to him, and in return he’d give you the same. 

If you didn’t know any better, you’d think this was a weird attempt at courting you. Weird.

Your eyes moved back to Alastor, who was watching you intensely. He had that strange expression once again, and it was starting to frustrate you. Why did he keep looking at you like that? And what did it mean? The room was silent for a few moments, save for the flickering noise of the ever-present radio frequency that followed the demon in front of you.

You took the quill, signed, and after a dramatic flash of light the paper was gone and you saw Alastor sitting with his eyes closed in an overly pleased smile. He clapped his hands together for a moment, before settling his sharp gaze on you once again.

“Well, my dear,” He leaned his chin on top of his hands, which were clasped together. He had a dangerous glint in his eye. “Mind if I take you for lunch to celebrate our new partnership?”

#ohdeerfully #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #deals with alastor r always fun

[brattybottomdyke]

thinking about getting caught masturbating…you were at work all day but unbeknownst to me you got out early…i thought i had more time to myself, so i left the bedroom door wide open as i settled on the bed. im on my front, the panties i forgot to completely discard hanging around my ankle. i settle once again, shifting onto my knees ever so slightly, my ass in the air. i turn my vibrator on - one, two, three clicks to the perfect setting - and my hands and the toy disappear between my legs. i start slowly, deliberately…i always start by teasing my clit with the head of the toy, working myself up because i know i need to be wet if i want to fuck myself. i tease my clit over and over, each stroke dipping further between my folds, my pussy getting wetter with each stroke. im moaning by now, my face pushing against the bed. my hands never stop and at this point im dripping. i slip the toy lower, teasing my own entrance with the head. with the next rock of my hips and flick of my wrists, the toy slips inside me. rock my hips again, the toy slips out. over and over again, i slowly start to fuck myself with my vibrator. it’s pulsing and almost too much, but i keep bouncing my hips, almost like im riding someone. like im riding you.

i don’t know how long you’ve been standing there, but your own arousal is getting to be too much. your eyes haven’t stopped watching me, your mouth gaped open watching the toy slip in and out of me. it’s almost getting to be too much for me, so i take the vibrator out, letting myself catch my breath. i hear you groan and snap my head around, finally catching you in the doorway. i try to stammer out an excuse - i didn’t know you were gonna be home early - attempting to slap my legs closed, embarrassed at being caught. i can see you bite your lip as you start to slowly cross the threshold and actually enter the room. “don’t stop on my account. i want to watch you. i want to watch you cum,” you say quietly, your fingertip lightly, so lightly, tracing over the curve of my ass and down my thigh, causing my legs to spread without a second thought.

i moan at your touch, feeling myself get even wetter for you and you’ve barely done anything. i hear your request and my cheeks flush, briefly considering my options before ultimately deciding that i should keep giving you the show you’d been watching. trying to maintain eye contact, i pick up my vibrator again, moaning loudly as soon as it touches my sensitive clit. i watch you bite your lip, groaning as your eyes stay glued to my center. i was already close to cumming when you made yourself known and now im that much closer, so open and vulnerable and wet for you.

i resume the same motions, the toy slipping even easier past my folds, right into my entrance. i rock my hips, trying to keep my eyes on you, concentration getting harder as i get closer to orgasm. your pupils are blown wide, unable to keep your eyes off of me. “just like that angel, keep going. you’re doing such a good job. i love watching you, you look so fucking good,” the praise rolls off your tongue, making my brain go fuzzy. i rock harder, the toy making obscene wet noises as i keep fucking myself. i moan your name making you groan and clench your fist, starting to grow impatient, but you want me to make myself cum for you before you get your hands on me. “im getting closer, god fuck baby, im getting so close for you…” i slide the toy out and concentrate on my clit and my legs start to shake. your eyes are still locked on me, hunger and lust making them darker. “come on baby, cum for me. let me watch you cum, my pretty girl…” the last round of praise is enough to send me over, keeping the vibrations right on my clit as i scream out my orgasm, legs shaking before collapsing on the bed.

you’re by my side before i can even manage to get the toy out from between my legs, running your hands gently over my warm, overstimulated skin. you plant sweet kisses starting on my arms and across my shoulders up to my neck. your breath tickles my ear, making me shiver, as you coo more praises. “you’re so beautiful baby. you did so so good for me. i loved watching you cum like that, couldn’t take my eyes off of you. such a good girl. my good girl…” you kept me in your arms, placing soft kisses all over, holding me as i came down from my orgasm until we were both ready for round two…

#i wrote the first half of this stoned out of my mind but tbh it’s pretty good #story time #bottom.txt

[hyunsvngs]

hai so i’ve been thinking about inexperienced jisung since forever and im glad you think he is too. i think he’s prob still a virgin. i agree with jeongin, felix maaaaaybe. i think seungmin is probably inexperienced too.

but back to jisung bc im in so deep in my brainrot for him:

bff!you and virgin! jisung just hanging out, watching a movie or something and you start playing 20 questions or one of those tumblr ask me anything. and you answer one about sex and you go on about how good it’s been for you. and he’s gawking but he’s kinda bold about it so he’s like “i’ve never done it, seems like im missing out” and you tease the fuck out of him and he ends begging for “just the tip” but he ends up fucking you for a whole minute before he prematurely cums from it being too good.

-🦝

“will you- will you let me?” he gasps, chubby cock leaky in his fist. of course you’ll let him. you were planning on letting him ever since he said he hadn’t ever done this before, and now you’re naked on your sofa with a wet pussy and nipples hard enough to cut glass. “just the tip, i promise! i promise, just-“

“c’mere,” you say, breathless, and your fingers form a v to spread your folds. your hole clenches from the action and jisung’s eyes widen, hand clenching on his cockhead to try and stop the mess he’s making. “push it in, baby. no condom, i want you to feel it raw.”

jisung nods, way too excited and clumsy as he settles himself on top of you. you giggle when he misses your hole, cockhead sliding around in your wetness, but then he’s successful. the stretch is delicious as he pushes in and true to his word, the tip remains in you and nothing else as his eyes roll back into his head with a sharp keen.

“tighttighttight, wet, wet, oh- oh, my baby, this pussy,” he’s squirmy, but he attempts to fuck you with just the tip. you’re impatient, though, wanting nothing more than to feel that hair at the base of his cock grinding against your clit when he bottoms out. “ah! ah, ah, ah, ungggh- oh, oh, i’ll cum!”

“really?” you giggle, and he nods, eyes fluttering shut. “my pussy’s that good? you’re so sweet, sungie, my sweet boy. cum whenever you want, angel, i’ve got you.”

#juno’s asks ♡ #🦝 anon 💌 #asks: jisung

[cecilysobsessions]

ALL YOURS (m.) | levi

↬ word count: 11k

↬ slight enemies to friends to lovers except levi has always been in love but he’s in denial, fem!reader, ive decided that this takes place in a time in aot when nobody was dead and titans were the only problem lol, sassy reader, jealous levi, inexperienced levi, sub!levi, typos

↬ summary: ever since you were promoted to captain, all levi ackerman has ever done was shit on the way you run things. turns out he was only acting like that because he couldn’t handle his feelings for you.

↬ genre: fluff / smut

↬ warnings: swearing, begging, levi on his knees for you, oral, vaginal sex, desperate levi lmao

↬ a/n: i havent watched aot in so long so forgive me if i get some things wrong 😭 also im such a slut for sub characters im so sorry

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To Levi, you were the most infuriating, idiotic, and impatient person to ever join the military. Every little thing you ever did he hated with his entire being: from the way you spoke to your squad, to the way you disciplined and trained them, even to the way you made your tea he hated. But, of course, he wasn’t being a hater for no reason.

You were a good fighter. Talented, agile, naturally gifted and athletic. You were capable of ridding a large area of titans within minutes, something not many scouts had a skill for. And although Levi had always silently admired that about you, that was the only thing that kept him from trying to get you kicked out. The two of you were opposite in personality: like opposite ends of earth, sun and moon, fire and water, the two of you had nothing in common and were never able to agree on anything.

“Everybody likes the new captain more than Levi,” he had overheard one of the other scouts whisper in the dining hall after you got promoted.

“Well, yeah. She’s so much nicer and a way better captain than Levi. She’s pretty, too.”

Pretty? Please, were those scouts blind? There was nothing pretty about you. Except for the fact that he seemed to be at a loss of words whenever his eyes looked into yours and the fact that whenever you pulled your hair out of your ponytail he got a whiff of your shampoo and took in a breath just to get a sniff of your shampoo and the fact that when you walked into a room you stole the attention of everybody there and the fact that you were so confident in your ability to run a squad and the fact that he did you find you pretty but he would never admit it and would rather feed himself to the titans than say so. But other than that, you spoke too much and too loud, you were taller than him, and you were annoying.

•••

“We’ve got a couple new scouts coming in,” Erwin spoke as he pulled out a sheet of paper from his desk, looking at the list of the new names of soldiers. He had called you and Levi into his office to discuss “important” things.

“I know you’ve just been promoted,” he looked up from the paper and into your eyes. “But these new recruits need some training and no one else is available to train them. Since you’re still a new captain yourself, I think it would be a good idea for Levi to help you and maybe teach you some things.”

Did he think you were incapable of training some new kids just because your promotion was recent? What kind of stupid logic was that? You were perfectly capable of training the new recruits all on your own and did not need that grumpy old short guy to help you.

“Sir, do not worry. I don’t require the assistance of captain Levi to train these new recruits. I think I know how to do that already,” you kept your hands behind your back and in clenched fists; your ego had taken a blow due to the fact that Erwin believed you needed help to do your job. Besides, you had a squad of your own and trained them yourself, so what made Erwin think you needed help?

“I think you do,” he replied flatly. “You’re a great captain and you’re good at training, but I think you’re too soft on your soldiers. Your soldiers need more discipline themselves…” he continued to list more stupid reasons as to why you needed Levi’s help, but you spaced out. Sneaking a peek at Levi standing beside you, you eyed his resting bitch face, absolutely no trace of human emotion on his face. Why was he being so quiet? Was he already informed of this before you? If so, why did he find out before you? Was he okay with doing it and that was why he wasn’t saying anything?

“They’ll be here this afternoon,” Levi turned to look at you, his voice stern and cold. “Their training will begin as soon as they arrive and if you’re late, you’ll be cleaning all the horses for tonight.”

“I’m never late,” you corrected.

“At yesterday’s meeting you showed up six minutes late. You are always late.” he told you bluntly.

“Well then, it’s settled. Try not to kill each other in the process of training the new recruits. We need to set an example and show them that the two of you are capable captains.” Erwin said proudly.

“Only one of us is a capable captain,” Levi says, rolling his eyes and turning to leave the room. Your eyes twitch in annoyance and your footsteps follow Levi’s out the office door. What the hell was he thinking? It would be such a waste of time to have both of you train the new recruits, so why would it be the two of you? And why did he say you’re always late? You’re never late! And if you weren’t a capable captain, why were you promoted? All Levi has ever done is shit on you and take any chance he can get to throw shade at you. 

“I’ll have you know I’m a very capable captain. In fact, probably more capable than you. That’s why everyone likes me more than you,” you start lecturing him, catching up to his footsteps quickly as you follow him.

“People only like you more because you are nicer. Niceness does not kill titans; skills and weapons do.” he refuses to look at you, choosing to stare straight ahead.

“I know that.”

“Do you? Because since you became captain and began training more recruits, we have had a higher number of deaths since your dumb promotion.” he finally looked at you, eyes filled with such hatred it was like he could murder you if he stared long enough.

“That’s not true!”

“Of course you think that,” he rolled his eyes, his flat and monotone voice gone; he was beginning to get pissed. “You would know our deaths have been higher than usual if you bothered to put in effort and actually read the mission reports.”

“I do read them,”

“No, you do not. Because if you did, you would realize that the way you discipline and train our soldiers is doing them more harm than good. And you would change your ways of training. But instead, you hang around drinking with the others and making jokes and pulling pranks instead of doing your job properly.” Levi lectured, his voice laced with annoyance and hatred. 

You always knew Levi thought you did a bad job as a captain, but you never thought he would actually say it to your face. He never said much to you, but when he did, it was just insults and lectures about everything you did wrong as a person.

“At least I leave time for fun! You’re all work and no play and this is why nobody likes you, Levi. Why do you think everyone calls you an old grumpy man?”

“Our soldiers are out here dying and you want to have fun? Are you that stupid, or do you just not have a brain? We don’t have time for your dumb little games, you idiot. Do you not care about the lives of our soldiers at all? Are you that much of a stupid brat that you are unable to comprehend that?”

You stare blankly at Levi. He was right. You didn’t realize it until now, but everything he said was right. While you never intended to poorly train anybody or get anybody killed, you realize that the way you did things probably caused the death of a lot of people because of you. Your heart sank and you were at a loss of words. You would never describe Levi as a nice person, but you didn’t think he was going to blow up in your face and insult everything you did. When all you do is stare at him in response, his eyes leave yours and he looks away awkwardly. After blowing up on you and practically yelling at you in the hallway, you grew silent and he was starting to feel awkward.

“See you tonight.” is all he says before he walks off, leaving you alone in the hallway.

•••

You were late. And not even by a few minutes, but by two hours. Two whole hours. After yelling at you in the hallways, you had gone to your room to take a nap and sleep off how you were feeling. Unfortunately, you overslept and nobody bothered to come and get you to wake you up.

Levi was going to kill you.

After sprinting your way to the training area like your life depended on it (because it did), you found Levi standing in front of the new recruits, his chin held high and proud as he spoke to them. When you walked up awkwardly to his side, he turned and rolled his eyes at you.

“Ah, the incapable captain I told you all about,” he begins, his eyebrows furrowing in annoyance because of your presence.

“At least I don’t need a step stool to grab some cups in the kitchen cabinets,” you automatically responded, straightening out your uniform. Your comment earned a couple laughs from the new recruits.

“Don’t forget you’re washing the horses tonight, captain.” his sharp eyes looked up at yours, a mischievous glimmer glowing in them. Ha! He thought you were actually going to listen to him and clean the horses? 

“You are not my captain anymore, Levi. We are now equals, so I no longer take orders from you.” you grinned sarcastically. Now that you were standing in front of him again, you began to feel re-pissed from earlier.

“I’ve been a captain longer than you.”

“That doesn’t mean anything.”

“You might be a captain now, but remember you used to be in my squad.”

“Thankfully, I’m no longer part of it.”

Levi turns to you and eyes the pillow mark on your cheek, a smirk coming to play on his lips. When he noticed you weren’t on time, he had thought that maybe you were still mad at him earlier and decided you weren’t going to show up. While that might have pissed him off, he wouldn’t be surprised if that was what you were going to do.

“What the fuck are you looking at?” you retorted after noticing that he was looking at you for more than half a second. His stupid face was a waste of good looks.

“She is a perfect example of what you don’t want to do,” he turned back to the recruits. “Too lazy to show up on time and too lazy to fix themselves up before leaving the room.”

Your eyes twitch in annoyance and you lean down slightly to whisper to Levi. “When I wash the horses tonight, I’ll be sure to miss yours. I know how pissed you off you get when something or someone isn’t clean.”

He knew you weren’t joking. He knew that you knew exactly how to push his buttons. And if there’s one thing he knew about you, it was that you were petty and what you said wasn’t a threat, but a promise. But when you leaned down to whisper into his ear, your strands of hair that softly brushed against his cheek had him hesitating to say anything. He got a whiff of your shampoo and looked away. It smelled like peaches. Your whisper felt like a gentle tickle in his ear, your voice so low and sultry it annoyed him.

You were annoying.

“You don’t want to be on her squad. Trust me everyone, she’d probably get you killed.” Levi tells the recruits, his feet planted firmly where he was standing. He wasn’t moving away from you.

“Captain Levi here would probably overwork you all to death before that happens.” you send a sweet smile to the soldiers standing across from you and Levi.

“Right, well there’s a reason I’m humanity’s strongest soldier and not you.” the not-so-subtle brag had you rolling your eyes.

“There’s also a reason everyone calls you a grumpy old man behind your back,” you smile at everyone and Levi takes a deep breath in annoyance.

“Nobody calls me that.”

“Everybody calls you that.”

“That’s not true.”

“Of course you wouldn’t know. I just said that everyone says it behind your back. Were you not listening?”

“Every time you speak I choose not to listen.”

“Choose not to? Or can’t because your hearing is so bad now that you’re old?”

His mouth twitches. He is annoyed. “I might be older than you, but I’m still stronger than you.

“Oh, are you getting irritated, captain? I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were so sensitive to words. Must be a thing that happens when you get old…”

Before Levi is about to insult you back, the two of you hear a faint voice in the background. “Captain!” both of you turn around. It was Jean.

“Why are you interrupting us?” Levi glares, crossing his arms. “What do you want?”

“Hange told me to come get you guys. We’ve got food in the dining hall to celebrate the new scouts.”

“We’ve barely begun training. They can eat when they’re fin—”

“Dinner is serrrrved!” you exclaim, throwing your hands up in the air in victory. “Let’s go eat, newbies! You’ll need all the energy you can get if you are gonna kill some titans!” as you holler and hype up the scouts, you walk off and direct them all to follow you, leaving Levi in the dust.

As he watches you walk off, Levi’s eyes can’t help but drift to the person walking beside you. Jean. 

•••

It’s like his eyes had a mind of their own. Almost like it was against his will, Levi’s eyes followed you around the dining hall. You were the life of the party: charismatic, friendly, and humorous. There was music and food and laughing and you were dancing for the scouts, a bright smile plastered on your pretty face. Normally he wouldn’t think much of it or even care to look, but a certain someone wouldn’t stop looking at you and touching you and being friendly with you.

Jean.

He knew the two of you were friendly, but he never thought it was anything more than that. But tonight, as he was watching you dance, Levi noticed that he wasn’t the only one watching you. Jean’s eyes followed you like you were the only person in the entire room. Jean admired you from his seat, hollering in excitement and hyping you up to the music. 

Not that Levi cared. Of course not. Why would he? He totally wasn’t just sitting on some chair in the corner of the dining hall too cranky or upset to talk to anybody because he didn’t like the way Jean was looking at you. Where was Mikasa? Didn't the kid have a crush on her? 

Levi scoffs to himself, taking a sip of his tea as he continues watching you. He sees you saunter over to Jean, grabbing his cup and taking a sip of it before smiling at him. Levi’s eyes can’t help but roll back. Why did you look so happy and smiley next to Jean? Why did it look like you were flirting with him? And why was Levi getting annoyed?

Why did he care anyway? He just found you annoying. Your presence, your personality, your entire being annoyed him. He stood up abruptly, setting his tea down and walking out to get some fresh air. 

“Enjoying the party?” It was you.

“Did you follow me out here?” He leaned on the wooden fence railing and looked up at the night sky.

“You stomped out like a cranky old man, so I thought I’d check up on you.” you teased, coming up and resting your arms on the railing as well.

“I was doing just fine until you came out here. Don’t you have your boyfriend to go back to?” he couldn’t help but bring up Jean. He was nosy and wanted to so badly know if there was anything going on between the two of you.

“Which one?” you tried to joke, but you forgot he didn’t have a sense of humor because he just stared at you. 

“Are you curious if I have a boyfriend or not?” you ask after a beat. 

“I don’t care.”

“Bullshit. You must be curious at least a little bit. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have asked.” you tease, leaning towards him and tilting your head and waiting for an answer.

Fuck, why did you have to look at him like that? Head slightly tilted, hair tousled from dancing around, a bright glimmer of hope beaming in your eyes, something he lost a long time ago. His eyes met yours, and he found himself staring at you. Observing, admiring, memorizing your features. He blamed the glistening stars and the shining light of the moonlight that made you look so beautiful. He had found other people beautiful before, but your beauty couldn’t even be compared to others. There was something about you that always hooked his attention, always had his eyes searching for you, and always had his heart beating faster. Although he found you annoying and couldn’t stand being near you, when you weren’t around he found himself searching for you. Thinking of you. Longing for you.

“Are you staring at me, captain?” you teased sarcastically, a smug smile on your pretty lips.

“You’re just so ugly it’s unbelievable someone as ugly as you even exists.” what the fuck just came out of his mouth? It was an automatic response, something he would say out of annoyance but not actually mean. Levi felt himself panic a little, his heartbeat speeding up in fear of how you would respond.

“Oh yeah?” you smiled once more and his eyes wandered down to your lips. He wondered what they would feel like against his own. “If I’m so ugly, why do you keep looking at me? Why don’t you look away?” 

You leaned in closer to him once more, your lips close to his if you even slightly moved forward you would be kissing. There was a moment of silence that sat between the two of you. You felt his breath on your lips, your gaze moving down to them. His heart began to race; why did it look like you were about to kiss him? Why were your eyes on his lips? And why were his eyes beginning to drift to yours?

“Levi,” your voice a whisper. His head tilted slightly to the side, like he was getting ready to lean and kiss you. The background noise of music and the scouts cheering inside faded away because all he could focus on was your lips. 

“Yes?” He sounded so sweet, so soft. It wasn’t like him at all; he had never been this nice to you. Usually when you tried to get his attention he always answered with nothing but a cold attitude. 

“What do you want?”

“If you’re going to say something stupid like you usually do, go bother someone else. Unlike you, I actually have work to do.”

“Don’t fucking talk to me right now. I’m not interested in whatever bullshit you have to say, you brat.”

“Do you—” you began.

“CAPTAIN!” the door behind you slammed open, a slightly drunk Jean stumbling out and holding his beer up. “We’re playing a drinking game, come join us!”

“I’m not interested. Fuck off.” Levi angrily replied. 

“Oh. I wasn’t talking to you,” Jean awkwardly said, eyes drifting from Levi to you.

“A drinking game? Sounds fun!” you excitedly smiled, straightening back up and pulling away from Levi. As you began to follow Jean back inside, you felt a firm grip on your arm. 

“She’s not interested either,” Levi spoke for you, his hand tugging you back to where you were standing next to him. “We’re discussing mission stuff.” he doesn’t know why he said that. A lie like that just rolled off his tongue so easily and so automatically. If he was being honest with himself, he didn’t want you to go back inside, but stay out there with him.

Jean seemed to notice the hostile vibe from Levi, nodded, then walked back inside. Levi’s hand stayed wrapped around your arm, his grip strong and firm.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

“If you go back in there and start drinking, you’re just gonna get drunk and I’m going to have to take you back to your room again.” he complained, but really it was just an excuse to get you to stay out there with him.

“That was one time!” 

“You fucking threw up on me! Twice!”

“Well, where was I supposed to vomit? My bed?!”

“Just don’t throw up at all!”

“How could you say that to a drunk person?!”

“Maybe don’t get drunk and I won’t say that!”

“Ugh, whatever. This is why nobody likes you, Levi.” you roll your eyes, shaking your hand from his grip. You get drunk one time and he decides to bring it up at every chance he gets.

“You think I care about what other people think?”

“I think you care what I think of you.”

“You’re thinking wrong. Maybe if you actually had a brain you wouldn’t say that. I don’t know what Erwin was thinking when he promoted someone as stupid and incompetent as you.”

“Whatever, short bitch.” you snorted.

“What did you say to me?”

“Oh sorry,” you sarcastically apologize, dramatically leaning down. “Lemme lean down to your level so you can hear me. I forgot you’re old, too.”

He scoffs, flicking your forehead aggressively with his middle finger. “OW! What the hell was that for?”

“For being such a brat.”

“What? Me wanting to go and have some fun is being a brat?”

“Yeah. If Jean hadn’t suggested something so stupid, you wouldn’t want to do something so stupid.”

“What does this have anything to do with Jean?” you questioned. Why was he suddenly bringing Jean up? “Wait,” you pointed an accusing finger at him. “Are you jealous?”

“What? Are you stupid? What kind of dumb question is that?” he scoffs again, leaning back on the railing and rolling his eyes. He tried to hide it, but the faint pink on his cheeks was obvious.

You gasped dramatically, covering your mouth. “You are, aren’t you?!” 

“No!”

“Would you look at that,” you tilted your head in amusement. “Captain Levi is jealous.”

“Not only are you stupid, but you’re crazy too.”

“Insult me all you want; I know you’re jealous.” you couldn’t help but grin to yourself. Excitement fluttered in your chest and you peeked at Levi, trying to see if he had any sort of reaction.

Although you looked at him and waited for some sort of reaction, Levi was still able to keep himself together. It felt as if his heart was about to explode and his hands were clammy from being nervous and he wanted to avoid all and any eye contact with you because if he even looked at you for one second his facade would break. 

You wouldn’t stop staring. Your soft, inviting, and beautiful eyes would not leave his face and the more you stared the harder it became to keep a straight face. He needed to change the subject.

“About the other day after leaving Erwin’s office,” he started. “I’m sorry for what I said. I should have been a little nicer about it.” 

Levi apologized? To you? If there was one thing you thought you would never hear from the old grumpy guy, it was an apology.

“Even though what I said is true, I could have worded it better so that you wouldn’t cry.” 

“I didn't cry!”

“I know you did. I walked by your room after that and heard you.”

“You listened in on me crying? You’re such a freak,” you poked fun at him. “I didn’t even know you were capable of apologizing. Or even feeling bad.”

“I know you’re a sensitive person.”

“I am not a sensitive person.”

“Yes you are.”

“No, I am no—”

“Would you just shut up and accept my apology?” he burst out, ruthless eyes glaring at you. 

Levi was an impatient man. “You don’t apologize to someone and demand for them to forgive you,” you lectured. “That’s not how it works, captain. Of course you wouldn’t know; this is probably the first time you’ve ever said sorry.”

He knew he shouldn’t have apologized because all you were going to do was critique it and annoy him again. “Whatever,” he rolled his eyes, pushing himself off the fence. You knew he was about to leave. “Don’t get too drunk. I’m not going to take you back to your room if you do.”

“I’ll have Jean take me to my room then. Or maybe his.” you brought him up again, just to test the waters and make sure he was actually jealous and you weren’t just crazy. You didn’t actually intend on getting drunk or having Jean escort you back to your room, you just wanted a reaction.

“Do whatever you want.” he brushed you off, waving a hand in dismissal as he began walking away.

•••

Maybe it was the alcohol or the midnight sky or the glistening stars, but since that night you and Levi were able to have a somewhat decent conversation without wanting to throw the other across the room. And since that night, his insults haven’t been as harsh as usual and he didn’t jump at every chance to point out everything that was wrong with you. Surprisingly, he actually began to speak to you as if you were a human and had human emotions. It felt weird at first, and you thought that maybe he was only acting that way because you were forced to train the new scouts together, but even after their training finished, he was slightly nicer to you. If he kept it up, you might even consider him your friend. 

He might have begun being nicer to you, but that wasn’t the case for Jean. Jean was getting scolded more often and more harshly than usual, over the smallest things that didn’t even matter. It was so obvious that even the other scouts started noticing.

“Jean’s getting scolded again,” you overheard Armin inform his friends in the dining hall. Your eyes shifted to Levi and Jean a couple feet away. Jean was looking away in shame and Levi was staring up at him, mouth going off and blabbering about how his tea was lukewarm.

“Over what?” Eren asked.

“Captain Levi asked Jean to heat up his tea, but apparently it wasn’t hot enough.”

“HA! He probably deserved it!” Eren cracked up, grabbing his stomach in the process to soothe his laughter.

“But haven’t you noticed too,” Armin lowered his voice in an attempt to be more secretive. You heard your name and all of a sudden their conversation was interesting and now you were listening on purpose. “He’s been so nice to her lately…” 

You began to crane your neck towards the young scouts, nosy and desperate to hear what they were saying about you. Nonchalantly taking a sip of your drink, you felt a firm hand grip your shoulder. “Captain,” you looked up. 

It was Levi. You never thought much of it before, but now that Levi was referring to you as captain had your heart doing leaps in your chest. It was small and insignificant, but something about him putting respect on your name and calling you with your title made you feel appreciated.

“Come with me. Mission meeting.”

•••

You had forgotten that Erwin asked the two of you to team up and join squads together on an upcoming mission. Since Levi had toned down his attitude towards you, Erwin took it as a sign and assumed the two of you were growing closer. Unfortunately, the mission didn’t run as smoothly as you had hoped.

You sustained an injury, it was light and minor, but it still worried everyone. You had crashed into a tree, a couple tree branches scraping you and drawing blood. You had hastily ripped off a part of your shirt, clumsily wrapping it around the injury on your arm in an attempt to stop the bleeding. Now that you were back in the walls safely, you were trying to wrap your arm up again with bandages with one hand. You struggled, failing to wrap it around your bleeding arm, cursing under your breath and debating whether or not you should go out and ask for someone’s help. Luckily, someone walked into the room to help you. 

That someone was Levi.

He walked in silently, his light footsteps were the only sound in the room as he walked up to you. “Need help?”

“No, I don’t. I’m perfectly capable of doing it on my own.”

“Doesn’t look like it. You’re still bleeding.”

“I’m not blind, I can see that.” you remarked, once again struggling to wrap the bandage around your arm. You hissed in frustration and pain. Why wouldn’t the stupid bandage just wrap around you?

“You’re such an idiot,” he commented, stepping in front of where you were sitting. He stood between your legs, your legs touching his. He didn’t make a move to pull away, his slender fingers brushing against yours as he took the bandage from your hands and gently wrapping it around your wound. His hands were soft. Contrasting his personality and attitude, his hands handled you with a gentle touch.

“I told you to be careful before we left for the mission,” he said, securing the bandage around your arm. Your eyes drifted to his slender hands, veins slightly protruding as he applied pressure to the bandage. “And you didn’t listen.”

“You think I wanted to get hurt on purpose?” you retorted, rolling your eyes and wincing at the pain of your injury.

“Does it hurt?”

“Duh.”

“Weakling,” he finished wrapping you up, his eyes staring down into yours. “You need to be more careful next time.” his voice was almost a whisper, filled with a slight touch of concern.

“I know that already.” your eyes stayed on his. His sharp eyes focused on your face, his pupils darting around the details on your face. Was there something on your face? You felt a rush of insecurity and an embarrassing blush grew on your cheeks. “Is there something on my face? Why do you keep looking at me, huh? Got a crush on me or something?” 

You watched Levi inhale deeply, his breath lightly brushing against your cheek and you suddenly realized just how close he was standing in front of you. Even though he already finished wrapping you up, he was still standing close to you, his legs brushing against yours. You watched his Adam's apple bob up and down as he swallowed nervously, his eyes going from watching your face to looking away.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he warned.

“Oh?” you suddenly smiled with confidence. You loved watching him when you irritated him; he got annoyed so easily it was amusing. And when he got irritated, the warning look he shot at you with his eyes sharpened and hard, made you want to push his buttons even more. 

“Is it really so ridiculous? Because you can’t seem to take your eyes off me, just like the other night. Am I really so ugly you’re unable to look away?” you remark, thinking about how he called you ugly the other night in a panic when you caught him staring at you.

“Yeah,” he agreed. “I’ve never seen anyone as unattractive as you are.” his eyes dropping down to your lips and lingering on them. 

You don’t know why, but in the moment you wondered how he would react if you kissed him. The looks he kept giving you made you weak in the knees and you couldn’t help but want to give into your desires. 

“Then why are you staring at my lips, captain?” you challenged, a teasing smile creeping up.

“Because you talk too much,” his eyes darted to  yours for just a beat before dropping back down to your lips. “You talk too much…” he repeated, but this time it was a whisper, his lips hovering over yours. “And you’re too loud…” he whispered, his voice laced with a strange sweetness you had never heard before.

“I talk too much and I’m too loud? Oh yeah, then what else do you hate about me?” 

“You’re too cocky,” he answers you, his arms coming down to rest on the chair you were sitting down on either side of you. You got a whiff of his scent and inhaled the smell of bar soap. “And when you’re hanging around the other scouts, you dance so horribly it hurts to look at.” his head tilts to the side almost as if he was ready to kiss you. All you had to do was move forward the tiniest bit and you’d get to taste his lips.

“You watch me when I dance?” you grin, tilting your head the other way and leaning in just a bit. When you leaned in, you noticed he didn’t make a move to lean away from you. You have never been this close to Levi, so now that you were, you felt a rush of excitement and wanted more of it. 

“Yeah, you’re so bad at it, it’s entertaining.” you saw a small grin appear on his face, something you almost never saw.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” he quickly says before leaning down and lightly brushing his nose against yours, if he moved any closer his lips would be on yours. He exhales against your skin, his breathing uneven as he attempts to hold himself back. 

When he doesn’t make a move, you grow impatient and lean in to kiss him yourself. To your surprise, he doesn’t pull away, but instead surrenders to his desires and closes his eyes. He is still for a moment, and you wonder if it is because he regrets kissing you back or if it is because he’s nervous. You lean in to him a bit, trying to signal to him to start actually kissing you back. The faint taste of black tea covers your lips before a sudden realization, and your eyes shoot open.

“Was that your first kiss?” you ask, pulling away and smirking down at him, the new memory of levi moving his lips against your clumsily in an attempt to kiss you made you smile. 

His eyes widened in fear and embarrassment. “W-What? No!”

“Oh my, captain. I didn’t know you had this side to you. Wanna kiss again? I'll show you how to do it.” you wink, enjoying the slight blush that crept up on his cheeks as his eyes looked everywhere but yours.

“I’ve kissed people before!”

“Your mother doesn’t count.”

“I wasn’t talking about her!”

You grab his chin, tilting it downwards as you look up at him. “That’s cute. You’re cute. Kiss me again,” you lean in excitedly. After finding out how inexperienced he was, it made you want to kiss him even more. When you’re about to lean in and kiss him again, Levi panics and hastily puts his hands on his shoulder to stop you.

“I—what are you doing?!” 

“What? You don’t wanna kiss me anymore?”

“You… you brat. You made fun of me,” there is a slight pout on his lips.

Oh. He was hurt you had made fun of him. Well, you didn’t know he was that sensitive to it. “Sorry,” you tell him. You stand up, stepping away from him because now you’ve just made it awkward and feel the urge to leave. When you wait for his response and it’s silent, you decide to leave. 

Levi can’t believe what he just did. He let you kiss him?! What the hell was he thinking? Was he actually out of his mind? Of all the people there, why did it have to be you? All you ever did was annoy him with your stupid face and stupid and arrogant attitude.

But as he continues standing there after you had just walked out, he can’t help but want to go after you and apologize. He can’t help but want to tell you that he was just nervous and excited and that he didn’t know what to do and that he actually did want to kiss you. 

Your lips were warm and soft and even though it was a moment, your kiss made him feel safe. Your kiss had him melting, wanting more. More of the kiss and more of you. 

•••

It was freezing. Levi should have gone back to his room and tried to light a fire again and cover himself with his blankets and gone to sleep but his mind was too busy with thoughts.

Thoughts of you.

His eyes fluttered closed for a moment as he leaned on the fence outside his room’s porch, breathing in the crisp midnight breeze. In his head, vivid images of your lips on his invaded his mind. A pink blush crept on his cheeks as he recalled the exhilarating feeling of your lips on his. He hastily shook his head; he didn’t want to give into that feeling. He was falling for you and he was falling hard. He had to get his head straight. 

Taking a deep breath in an attempt to push away thoughts of you, he walked back into his room and tried to light a fire again. His stupid clumsy hands couldn’t light the stupid fire and was getting annoyed. His mind jumped to an outrageous idea: what if he just visited your room so he could just use the fireplace there instead of wasting his time trying to use his? Was he just using that as an excuse to go visit your room? Of course not. It would be such a waste of matches if he lit his own fire. And, of course, he wouldn’t want to waste his matches… 

Levi felt ridiculous. What the hell was he doing, standing in front of your door in the middle of the night and knocking? Was he that desperate to see you he had to come find you in the middle of the night? And what was that dumb excuse of using your fireplace for heat to come see you?

“Levi?” you raised an eyebrow in confusion when you opened the door. “What’re you doing here?”

His eyes immediately looked you up and down, admiring your figure as you stood there in your nightgown, waiting for him to answer you.

“Captain,” he spoke, at a loss of what to say. “Um, well it’s a little cold…”

“Yeah.”

“A-And I was trying to make a fire, but I couldn’t.”

“Okay.”

“So I thought maybe—maybe you had a fire going in your room.” he sounded awkward and rigid. God, why was he struggling to get words out that made sense? He was already mortified enough he came knocking at your door in the middle of the night, but he was even more mortified when he noticed the way you look. Your nightgown was thin, almost see through, and he could see the curve of your breasts through it, your nipples peeking out from the thin material.

“Well, as you can see,” you opened the door slightly wider and showed him your fireplace. “I do have a fire going.”

“That’s what I thought,” he paused, trying to decide how he wanted to ask if he could come in. No matter how much he thought about it in the mere second he hesitated, there was no good way to ask. No matter how he would word it, he’d sound desperate and obvious that he just wanted to come in and see you. 

“You already said that.”

He decided to just rip off the bandaid; he already looked pathetic showing up at your room, there was no point in pretending anymore. “Do you mind if I come in? For the… for the fire? It’s a little cold.” he sheepishly asked, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. Jeez, he felt like such a loser.

Until now, he didn’t see you show any sort of reaction or emotion to him knocking on your door, until now.

You tilted your head in amusement, a smirk growing on your face. “Oh? Are you sure that’s the only reason you want to come in, captain?” you teased, leaning down slightly to meet his eyes. 

Levi’s eyes couldn’t help but wander down to your cleavage, the cut of your dress was low and exposed you. “What other reason would I have?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” you feigned innocence. But if someone saw us, they could assume you’re here for something else besides just wanting to warm up…” you told him mischievously, your eyes checking the hallway for anyone. His eyes bulged and his breath caught in his throat, unable to come up with a response. 

“I’m joking,” you break the silence, crossing your arms and smiling at his response. When Levi wasn’t lecturing you or yelling at you, he was cute. “Come in.” he walked in silently, choosing to sit on a chair as you sat on your bed. 

“So what brings you to my room at this hour?”

He didn’t want to outright say it was because he wanted to see you, but he wanted to see you. “I’m sorry,” he began. “About earlier. I panicked, so that’s why I pushed you away.”

“No worries, there’s no need to apologize. I wasn’t mad.”

That was it? Levi was overthinking and worried that he had upset you, but you brushed it off like it was no big deal.

“Oh. Okay.”

“Was that all you needed?”

“Um,” he’s trying to think of something else to say—something else to say, so that he won’t have to leave (really so that you won’t kick him out and he has an excuse to stay), but his mind has been blurry since he stepped foot into your room. He is nervous: hands clammy and shaky, breathing uneven and louder than usual, and eyes struggling to meet yours. 

“You look like you want to kiss me.”

“What?! No, I don’t!”

“Oh yeah? Then why do you keep looking at my lips?” you questioned.

He didn’t realize his eyes kept running back to your lips. He stands up abruptly, heading for the door in embarrassment. Levi reaches for the door, stepping forward to walk out. When he’s halfway out the door, he panics, quickly backing into your room, but he bumps into you.

“What’re you—” you had originally stood up to watch him leave and close the door when he backs into your space. You get a whiff of his hair, it smells subtle and clean. 

“Shit,” he slams the door and turns around. “I saw someone in the hallway.”

“And?” you look down into his eyes, panic rising in them.

“What would people think if they saw me walking out of your room in the middle of the night?” he nervously says, fidgeting with his hands in front of him, his back pressed against your bedroom door as he looks into your eyes.

“Well,” you start. “Why are you really here anyways? Is it actually because you’re cold? Or is it something more?” your tone sounds suggestive.

“You’ve misunderstood.” he speaks, his voice barely a whisper and his eyes lingering on your lips. 

“Did I?” you reply, your eyes dropping down to his lips. He licks them unconsciously, almost leaning in.

“Yes, I don’t like you that way.” a total lie. 

“You don’t like me?” you smile and lean closer to him. He stands there firmly, his nose brushing against yours as he finally looks up into your eyes.

“Not at all.” he doesn’t even bother to try and hide the fact he’s lying. 

“Then why do you keep staring at my lips? You look like you wanna kiss me.” you told him again.

“No,” he inhales sharply, his breathing uneven as he moves his mouth dangerously closer to yours. 

“So what? You hate me?”

“Yes,” he leans in, pressing his lips against yours. His lips are still against yours for a moment before he pulls away, cheeks red and eyes droopy. “I hate you.”

Maybe it was because your room was warm and cozy and inviting, or maybe because it was late at night and he was just desperate and lonely, but kissing you had Levi feeling shaky and nervous but excited. Your lips were warm and soft against his and he found himself wanting to press his body against yours in an attempt to be closer to you. 

He had tried so hard to suppress his desires to be with you, to be near you, to want you. But the walls he forcefully put up were crumbling so easily with a simple kiss from you. 

He leans in again, this time more aggressive and desperate. You smile into the kiss—he had no idea what he was doing. But the fact that he was so desperate and wanted more so badly he was willing to make a move himself had you feeling warm and fuzzy on the inside. You pull away, his lips searching for yours as you do.

“Gentle now, captain.” you whisper. It felt as if he was in a rush when there was no need for that.

Your hand gently came up to his cheek, softly touching his skin. He leans into your touch, his eyes fluttering closed. It was like he was under a spell: he was so quiet and so desperate, it wasn’t like the usual Levi.

“Still hate me?” you joke.

His eyes open. This time, they’re no longer empty. His eyes are soft, focused on yours, hopeful of what is to come next.

“Yes.”

“I like you, too.” you lean in, kissing him slowly and gently. Your hands snake through his hair, tilting his head slightly to gain better access to his lips. His arms wrap around your neck, pulling you closer to him as he presses his body up against yours. His back is pressed up against the door, and you can feel his rapid heartbeat through his shirt causing you to smile into the kiss. He quickly becomes breathless, pulling away from you, his lips hovering over yours. 

As quickly as he pulls away, he pushes himself into you again, longing for more. You kiss him back, your tongue lightly licking at his mouth, asking for permission. He hesitantly opens his mouth into the kiss. Kissing him makes you feel as if you’re drunk. It’s so addicting and so satisfying it makes you want more. You lick inside his mouth, your fingers tightly gripping the roots of his hair. You pull away, your fingers grabbing his hair and tugging on it and forcing him to look into your eyes. He breathes heavily, his eyelids barely open and lips glistening wet.

“Kiss me more,” he breathes. 

“Why should I?” you tease.

“I want—no, need more of you.”

“If you want me that bad, beg for it.”

You wanted Levi to beg for it?! As if he wasn’t already embarrassed enough, you were going to make him beg for more? Did he look that desperate you thought you could make him beg for it and he’d pull through and actually do it? There was no way he was going to do that. Absolutely not. He’d rather—

“Please,” he automatically said. Even though his head was telling him not to, his heart wouldn’t listen. His hands run down your back and wrap around your waist. You can feel the warmth of his hands through your nightgown, his hands rubbing at your hips soothingly.

“Hmm?” you pretend you have no idea what he’s talking about. He leans into your side, his breath tickling your ear as he breathes in the scent of your hair. The hands on your hips pull you towards him, his hips pressing against yours, the pressure causing him to twitch in his pants.

“Come on,” he whispers as he tries to control his breathing. He felt unsteady, his breath uneven as he held himself back. “Don’t make me beg.”

He’s embarrassed. “Guess you don’t like me enough to beg,” you shrug, letting him go and crossing the room to sit on your bed.

Levi stays at your door for a moment, debating whether or not he wants to give into your desires. When his hand comes up to lock your bedroom door knob, you smirk. He makes his way over to where you’re sitting, politely kneeling down in front of you. He looks up at you through his strands of hair, his usual sharp eyes looking round and soft like a puppy.

“Please,” he says again. “Tell me what to do.” his hands come up to grab your shins, his fingers sneaking underneath your dress and caressing your skin gently. His slender hands make their way up to your knees and he tentatively lifts your nightgown to leave a loving kiss on your knee. 

He looks back up to see you staring down at him, a playful smirk painted on your face. You can’t help but smile at the fact that Levi was on his knees in front of you, so willing and eager to do whatever you wanted. He looked so submissive—his back slightly arched, shaky hands holding onto you, and voice whiny. You felt a throb in your core, taking a deep breath in an attempt to control yourself so you wouldn’t pounce on him right then and there.

“Come up here,” you whisper softly and he follows you immediately and crawls up the bed, his legs straddling your lap as he nervously sits on top of you. 

Your hands come up to squeeze his thighs, his muscles tensing as soon as you do. He wraps his hands around your neck, pulling you closer to him as your eyes move to his neck. You imagine he would look good with hickies. So you lean in, leaving a small kiss on his neck. After a few small kisses, you can’t help but nibble on his skin, biting the sensitive area and sucking on his soft skin. He reacts quickly, pulling you closer to himself and pushing your head into his neck. It is faint and quiet, but a small moan escapes his lips and his hand comes up to immediately cover his mouth.

You wanted to hear more. As your tongue traces his skin and as you start leaving marks on his neck, his head tilts back in pleasure, whimpers beginning to leave his pretty lips. He bites down on his bottom lip, gulping as he tries his hardest to stay quiet. But the more he whimpers, the harder you suck on his skin, and he can’t help but start rocking his hips involuntarily.

“Hnghh,” he whines, his hips rocking against your thighs, desperate for some friction. Your hands move from his thighs up to his ass, grabbing it and squeezing shamelessly as his hips rock faster. 

You pull away from him, cupping his ass one more as he whimpers in pleasure. Levi looks down at you, eyes dropping down to your lips as he leans in and licks at your mouth. This time the kiss is sloppy, rushed, and impatient. The more time that passes between the both of you, the more desperate you become. You bite down on his bottom lip, aggressively pulling him into you as you kiss him harder. 

“Haaa,” he pulls away breathlessly, his rocking hips slowing down. “I’ve run out of patience.”

“I noticed.”

“I want it so badly. I want you so badly. P-please,” he huffs.

“Have a little more patience, Levi.” you stroke his cheek tenderly. “We’ve got the whole night.”

He blushes, his hands coming up to reach for the first button on his shirt. “It’s a little hot in here,” his hands tremble, failing to undo his button. 

You smirk, watching him nervously try to undress. “Trying to give me a show?”

“Stop-stop teasing me,” he pouts, grabbing your hand and bringing it to his chest. “Undress me.” he demands.

“Whatever you say, captain.” your skillful fingers work at his shirt buttons, easily undoing them and pulling his shirt off for him. He’s slender but muscular, and when your eyes admire his figure, you spot his hardened erection through his pants. He doesn’t bother to cover it up out of embarrassment, instead, choosing to grab your hand and guide it to where he really wants it. 

You start gently rubbing him through the cloth, his hips slowly, rocking against the friction of your hands. You were surprised he seemed so open about what he wanted—you had thought he was going to be shyer. You stroked his hard dick through the thin material of his pants, his head leaning into the crook of your neck. He breathes in and out slowly, trying to keep his composure but it slowly begins to fade the more aroused he grows because of you.

He whimpers, his hips slowing down to a stop. “I’m ready for more,” he whispers against your ear and climbs off of you, grabbing you on top of him as he lies on the mattress. 

“Hmm,” you begin, your fingers slowly undoing his pants. “How many people have you been with, Levi?” you asked innocently, your hands tugging at his pants. He lifts his hips up, allowing you to slip off his pants and underwear. His hardened cock lies against his flat stomach, glistening with his pre-cum.  

“Not many,” he answers. “I don’t have a lot of experience.” he continues shyly and looks away in embarrassment. 

“Cute,” you grab him, your hand stroking him from his shaft to his tip. You lean over him, sticking out your tongue and letting saliva drip onto his tip, making sure to maintain eye contact with him. His eyes widen, surprised at what you’re doing but pleasured. Your saliva coats him, allowing you to more easily stroke him, your thumb circling over his tip. His hips automatically thrust upwards into your hand, his own hands gripping the bed sheets. You feel him twitch in your hands, smirking to yourself as you bring your mouth down to him once more. 

Levi’s mind is hazy and his judgment is clouded. It’s like he’s under a spell from you, he desires so much from you and is so willing to do absolutely anything for you to fulfill those desires. His head tilts downwards to watch you, your eyes hungry and determined. He can’t help but whimper even though you haven’t gone down on him completely, he is just desperate for anything at this point. He watches you smack his cock on the tip of your tongue playfully, your hand expertly stroking his shaft. He moans, making sure to cover his mouth so that nobody else hears but you. 

His eyes are still trained on yours though, watery as tears begin to fill his eyes. He feels your mouth take in all of his length, sucking him in as your hands massage his thighs. He feels you forcefully spread his legs wider, and his cheeks heat up. If it weren’t for the low lighting in the room, he would collapse from embarrassment. It was something about him splayed out on your bed, legs spread open by your hands that had him feeling a little too exposed and humiliated. Strangely, he liked it. He enjoyed being underneath you, allowing you to do whatever you desired with his body.

There was something about Levi in tears, whining and whimpering for more underneath you that had you shaking in excitement. His whimpers were like music to your ears and all you wanted in the moment was to hear more of it. He wasn’t afraid to hold back how good he was feeling and it made you want to please him even more. You took him in your mouth once more, your tongue swirling over his sensitive tip. His hips can’t help but thrust again, and you hold him down, pushing down on his thighs with your hands. You come back up, your mouth leaving a string of saliva as you pull away from him. He already looks out of breath, his forehead slightly glistening with sweat as he struggles to catch his breath.

“You look like you need some relief,” you tease, crawling up to straddle him. You begin lifting your dress to take it off, and his eyes immediately drift to your breasts. He watches you undress in silence, choosing to quietly admire you from a distance. 

He chuckles quietly, his hands grabbing at your thighs. He rubs up and down at your skin, his eyes focused on yours. “You look like you want to sit on my face,” he replies.

“I think you’re the one who wants me to,” you smirk, moving to hover over his face. You catch a glimpse of excitement and arousal in his eyes.

“I do,” he confesses. “I want to taste you so bad,” he continues, biting down on his bottom lip. “Please—please let me.”

“Well, since you seem so desperate.” you smile, grabbing the headboard in front of you as he grabs you, forcefully sitting you on top of his face. 

His tongue immediately comes up to lick you, and he moans. His hands snake back to grab your ass, pushing you further onto his mouth as he struggles to find your clit. You chuckle, angling your hips and thrusting in his face so that your clit gets the stimulation you need. You begin to ride his face, your hips aggressively thrusting as he moans into you. You wonder if he’s struggling to breathe, so you pull away a bit, but he pulls you back into him, his hands squeezing your ass cheeks as he laps at your pussy, whimpering in pleasure. You pull away, his face shining with your wetness and cheeks rosy. 

“Not bad,” you tell him, grabbing his chin with your hands. “Now it’s time to open up, captain.” your fingers ghost over his lips and he automatically opens them, taking in your two fingers. His tongue is warm and wet and swirls around your fingers as his eyes close in pleasure. He moans against your fingers as you shove them deeper into his mouth, making sure to coat them in his saliva. When you pull them out, you bring your fingers to your wetness, rubbing at your entrance.

“Fuck,” he whispers, his hand coming up to stroke his dick as he watches you tease yourself. He moans again, watching as you rub your clit, your fingers teasing yourself once more as you insert a finger into yourself. You moan, thrusting into your own fingers and Levi strokes himself faster, captivated by you. 

“Please,” he starts, tapping your thigh with his hand politely. Cute. “Fuck me, please. I need you so bad. Please, please fuck me.” he desperately asks, his eyes tearing up once again. 

“Oh? How badly do you want it?” you hover over him, rubbing your clit on his dick, your hips slowly grinding against him. 

“Ahh,” he moans and grabs your hips and presses you onto his cock. “Please… please ride me. I want you to fuck me so badly, please.” a tear slides down his cheek, more tears swelling in his beautiful eyes.

You feel yourself throb as you hover over him, patience thin. You push yourself into him, taking in his cock and throwing your head back in pleasure. You tighten around him and feel him throb inside of you. You bite down on your lip to contain your moans, making sure to keep quiet. Levi, however, was the total opposite. He was so aroused and so desperate and so turned out it was like he had completely forgotten that the walls were thin and it was late at night and people were trying to sleep. He was moaning loudly, tears escaping his eyes as he cried out to you in pleasure. He was thrusting upwards into you, frantic for some friction. His hands were gripping his bedsheets once again as he fucked himself into you, whimpers escaping his pretty lips. 

“Fuck,” you mumbled as you bounced on top of him, taking in his dick. “People are going to hear you if you don’t quiet down.” you warned, leaning down to get closer to his face. 

“Hnngh, I’m sorry,” he whispers, tilting his chin up for a kiss. You give in, sloppily kissing him as he opens his mouth to let you in, moaning into your mouth as his hips begin thrusting faster. You pull away from him, breathless as your hand sneaks down to rub your clit. He pulls you into him, holding you close as his hand strokes your hair lovingly. You feel him breathe against your ear, whimpering in pleasure as you continue to ride him. You feel yourself growing closer, so you begin to ride him faster as his moans grow louder in volume.

“H-Harder,” he breathes. “Please fuck me harder.” he pleads and you oblige, your hips speeding up along with his thrusts. He’s more vocal now, whining your name and moaning as if there isn’t somebody sleeping right next door. 

“Haaa,” he sighs, face flushed and hips struggling to keep up. He throws his head back against the pillows, panting in pleasure and hands coming up to grab your thighs, fucking himself harder into you. You feel the familiar knot in your stomach, your pussy squeezing down on him as you rub yourself, hips stuttering as a wave of pleasure takes over and you cum, toes curling and holding onto his hands that grab at yours. When he feels you cum on him, he whimpers and bucks into you, unable to hold himself back any longer. You pull yourself off of him and he moans, his cum spurting out and landing on his stomach. His face is flushed and he’s out of breath; he looked beautiful.

His eyes bore into yours, and it is silent in the room except for the sound of both of you catching your breath. As you come down from your high, you climb off of him, your legs trembling. Levi immediately sits up, grabbing your shoulder gently to sit you back down. 

“I’ll help clean up,” he assures you, leaving a kiss on your cheek.

After the two of you clean up in silence, he wonders if you are going to let him stay there, or kick him out. Now that the two of you have given in to your desires to have sex, what now? Should he confess his feelings to you now that he’s realized them, or wait for you to say something? What if you just thought tonight was nothing more than a no strings attached sex? His heart sank at the idea. He didn’t want that at all. He wanted to be with you. He wanted to be yours. Watching you finish changing your bed sheets, he awkwardly crosses the room to stand next to you.

“Um,” he starts, and you stop what you’re doing to look at him. “Do you need help? With—with your sheets..?”

“No, as you can see, I’m done.” you gesture to your made bed.

“O-Oh,” he pauses, nervous and unsure of what to say. 

You look at him, watching him rub the back of his neck out of anxiety and awkwardness. “Levi,” you start.

“Captain,” he automatically responds. 

“Do you like me?”

His eyes widen and he appears to be taken back. “Uh, I—Yes. I… I thought it was obvious.”

“You never actually said it. I was the only one to confess.” you point out.

“Oh.” here it was. Here was the moment he had to pour out his feelings and confess his love for you. The only thing was, he was so horrible with words. 

“Um,” he starts. How many times has he said that already? Jeez, he felt so stupid and nervous and embarrassed. “At first—I thought I hated you. I thought you were a horrible captain and bad at your job and annoying and a terrible dancer and I also thought you talked way too much and sometimes it would give me a headache and you’re also really cocky, but—” he stopped himself. Why was he insulting you? He was supposed to confess his feelings and all he did was start insulting you? What the hell was wrong with him? 

“S-Sorry. I’m sorry. What I’m trying to say is—I… I like you. A lot. And… and, if you—I would like to be yours. All yours.” he pouted, disappointed in his confession of love. 

You smile, pulling him into a sweet kiss. “Well, you could’ve just said so, captain.”

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“Did you hear?” you overheard Armin whisper quite loudly to his friends as you sit a couple tables away from them in the dining hall with Levi. He was drinking tea as you munched on a sandwich. 

“He confessed his feelings to her! Captain Levi?! Can you believe that? I always thought he hated her!” he said excitedly, hitting Eren’s arm.

“Please, she’s out of his league.” Jean pointed out sourly, a hint of jealousy in his voice.

You thought you were the only one listening in on them, but when you look over to Levi, he’s smirking in victory after hearing what Jean said.

“How do you know that?” Mikasa asks Armin.

“Hange said she saw Levi walking into her room a couple nights ago around midnight,” he begins. “And she said they were loud! Especially captain Levi!”

You eye Levi, and as soon as he hears what Armin says, he spits out his tea, coughing as his eyes widen in embarrassment. You laugh, rubbing his back to soothe him. 

“I warned you that someone would hear.” you tease.

“That shithead Hange—” he coughs again, his face turning red. “Shut up, you brat.”

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a/n: thank you sm for reading! i didn’t mean for it to be this long lmao

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Can u do eris x reader with previous az x reader(but he is an ass he just used her for sex to get over mor). So basically eris and yn are mates and they have sex and he discovered she never had aftercare before and yn is so overwhelmed with the love and care she receives that she cried and eris was mad with az and next time he saw him he stabbed him and left.but pls give the aftercare the biggest part in this thanksss

Eris x Reader: My Enemy Didn’t Deserve You.

A/N: I’m trying something new as you can see, I’m creating boards now haha I had so much fun doing this sooooo, I think imma do it more often!😊 I definitely tweaked a few things, this is my second time writing Eris, and I see him as a talker more than full on fist fighter. And again Lestat is how I picture him, I can’t explain it I’m sorry but that’s how I see him😭.

My requests are open! So please do not be afraid to ask meeeee anything! I hope you enjoy it! Also this is kinda long and im sorry 😭

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You weren’t sure how long you’d been laying on this cushion of a lounge chair, your arm hung over the armrest, some of your hair joining it. You were completely bare, Eris rested between your legs, his lips devouring your sex. You were reading earlier, your book thrown somewhere in the midst of all your clothes. Your moans grow louder by each lick and nip. Eris lets go of your bundle of nerves with a pop, he rests his cheek against your thigh, his long slender fingers already pumping at a delicious pace. Your eyes are screwed shut, your mouth hangs open. Your other hand lifts to grasp at his hair, Eris hums, reaching to grab the hand that held him down.

He tsks. “ Ah-Ah, Y/N you know better”

“ Fuck-Eris-“ You could feel the pressure building in your tummy, you clench around his fingers as he opens you. Prepping you.

“ I haven’t buried my cock in you yet-“

You sucked in a breath “Mother!-” You felt another orgasm edged out of you, your body shook, as the release caused you to become soaked and glistening. You could’ve sworn your saw stars.

“No mother here, only me” He says as he maneuvers himself to his knees, he pushes your legs wider, he lines himself with your entrance. He leaned down briefly, capturing your lips with his. His tongue slips into your mouth stroking against yours. Your hand moved from the armrest, moving between your bodies as you take some of your slick placing it onto him, you grip him pumping him at a decent pace. He groans into your mouth, you greedily take it, swallowing his gorgeous sounds. “ Y/N” he growls, as he pulls back to nip at your lips, his own trailing down to your neck.

“Eris” You whine but not before Eris moves to capture your lips again, it was then that you helped him glide through your folds, slowly, and towards your leaking hole. Eris releases your lips again, your eyes moved to look downward watching him slowly enter you.“ Fuck-“ You whispered, Eris rested his forehead against yours watching your movements not caring how impatient you’re being. You were so open, inviting, your hips wiggling to get closer. You needed him.

“ Needy girl taking what she wants” Once he was about half way in, he took control pushing further in till he bottoms out, the two of you moaning in unison. His hips roll, you hum in an encouraging response. When it came to the bond, it was indescribable, the two of you connected in every way, sometimes it was overwhelming and sometimes it still felt as if it wasn’t enough. You placed your fingers on his neck, some of them intertwining with his hair, you brought his lips back to yours. This allowed Eris to take advantage, he rolled his hips, again, his thrust increasing in pace, drawing out your beautiful noises. He took them with no remorse, relishing in the sound.

He was relentless, his tip hitting each of your sensitive spots, your cervice, your g- spot in every part of you, he could possibly reach. Your skin hot, sweaty, his skin, practically on fire, you swore you saw steam leave him. Eris chuckles out loud at your thought. You couldn’t help but smile into the kiss. Eris used a free hand that was not gripping the armrest, to cup one of your breasts. He kneads it with fever, rolling it the sensitive budds occasionally. He pounded into you at a delicious pace, your mouth opened to release a moan, Eris was quick to catch it, his teeth sinking into your bottom lip every now and then. His groans at the feeling of how slick and wet your gummy walls were, the fluttering around his cock, squeezing him. It drove him mad, in fact it only encouraged him to thrust faster, chasing that high he so desperately wanted you to reach.

The squelching had only made you wetter by the second, you craved Eris who was thrusting with all of his might, his hips starting to sputter and become sloppy, Eris removed his lips from yours, his forehead resting against yours. Eris slid his hand from the breast that he cupped, down to your sweet plush of nerves. His fingers worked quickly, bringing you near another orgasm. The two of you watched your own bodies react to one another, molded into each other. Your breaths intermingle, the both of you fight for air but not exactly caring if you had any, the pleasure was intoxicating.

“ Fuck-“ He swears.

“ Eris!-Oh!-fuck! “You gasp out, your breathing gaining speed, your moans increasing, your head Lullying back again, your body begins to convulse. You released faster than you expected, your orgasm shooting out of you, squirting onto him, it was enough to make Eris release himself. The sight of you so gorgeous and beautiful, he needed to keep a mental image, as he thrusted himself back into, chasing after his own high. As he rocked himself to complete, he eased the soreness, you continued humming, running your hand down his chest. His own climax following suit, your touch was all he needed to push him over the edge. A loud moan leaves his lips, you smile sweetly at the sound.

Eris breathes, his chest and heart working to slow down its pace, he leans back on his knees, unsheathing himself from you, you let out a whimper. Eris looks down at the apex of your thighs, you have completely soaked the material of the lounge chair, your release mixed with his seed. He takes two of his slender fingers gathering the combined orgasms, shoving his fingers into your mouth. You sucked diligently on his slender digits, your hands holding his wrists, you hummed at the feeling and the taste. The two of you connected in almost every way possible.. In the midst of it, he conjures a wet towel, as he wipes your sex clean from the sticky mess. His finger slipped from your mouth, you shuddered at the feeling of the cold material. You hiss, weren’t used to this sensation, and it wasn’t something you experienced before.

“ Eris?” You questioned as you propped yourself up, your eyes watching his movements, his touch delicate, gentle, he took his time. You were confused, your heart already on overdrive, Eris didn’t help the situation by caressing you through the bond. A feeling of love and loyalty. He swore in his mind that you will always be his, no one else. Your eyebrows furrowed as he continued his ministrations and his loving confessions.

“ Hmm?” He replies, he tosses the towel to the side after he finishes, he gives your thighs a reassuring comforting squeeze.

“ Why did you do that?” You asked, his amber eyes meet your own, he watches you closely. He didn’t need the bond to know that you had never had this before, he could see it in the way your body tensed. You were so lax and comfortable until he cleaned you. He wasn’t sure if you liked that he had done so. Over the centuries he had learned from his past lovers that they enjoyed after care, the feeling, the connection, the moment, the time when nothing else existed outside of the room they occupied. Had you not had past lovers who took care of you in this way?

“I supposed I did it because I love you, and this is my way of showing you that I do, that I care for you-“Eris shot another wave of love through the bond, you were struck hard, your chest swelled, your heart pounded at the feeling. Overcome with love and appreciation, with the notion of willingness to be with you. You couldn’t detect a single negative thought or emotion. Didn’t feel disregarded and you didn’t feel like a used object either. Not in the way you had experienced in the past. “-Did you not like that I had? Would you prefer it if I didn’t?” He asks you with the most sincere voice.

“ I-“ Your heart couldn’t take it, tears welled in your eyes, you weren’t sure how to respond. How do you tell the love of your life, the light of your soul, the torment you went through. How do you tell him, that you did enjoy it, that you were taken by surprise is all..but that surprise unlocked a door that you had closed long ago. Old wounds reopened only for him to heal them. Eris pulled you into his arms, it was there, when you felt his comfort, his warmth, his strength and his peace. You felt safe, you felt protected. Your tears left you no sooner, a gentle stream down your cheeks, they rolled off your skin splattered against Eris’s shoulder. He held you tighter as you cried.

His own heart shattering, what had you gone through enough to make you feel this way? Who did this to you? Why did they do this to you? Eris felt that you had been deprived of a sweetest most intimate form of affection, of love and devotion. No one had the right to take that from you. It made Eris’s blood boil at the thought of it all, to be used simply as a means of release repulsed him. Sure everyone once in a blue moon, a male or a female may seek comfort from others, but by the looks of this, it was someone you knew who did this to you often. You must’ve sought out for comfort and were rejected each time.

Eris didn’t mean to growl out loud, but he did, you pulled yourself from the crook of his neck and shoulder to look at him. You placed a hand on his cheek, you could see the frustration, the anger on his face, you could feel him through the bond, it made your skin feel hot, inside and out. “ I-I love you too, I’m sorry that I’m crying, I just- no one has ever done this before..I-I Iike it..” you admitted it quietly.

“ You don’t deserve to be treated with such little care. You deserve more than that, you deserve to have all of the sweetest moments intimacy has to offer. Never apologize for that, no male should’ve taken advantage of you the way that they did-” He lefts a hand, his thumbs swipes at the salty tears that roll down your cheeks, he wipes the pain away, he places a soft but firm kiss on your forehead. You shut your eyes letting his reassurance wash of you, calming you down, easing your pains and worries. The way your body melted, sinking into him. Eris’s jaw tenses. “ Who did this to you?” He whispered against your skin.

“I’m not sure I should tell you..”, you move to pull yourself completely from his arms, you pull underwear on, you grab his tunic and throw it on. Eris was quick to follow you, throwing on his own underwear and trousers.

“ Why not?” His interest peaked, you had finally wiped the last of your tears away, you made your way back to your shared bedroom, you looked for your bathroom, needing to pee. Eris of course was hot on your heels.

“ I don’t know..I’m kinda nervous” You give a small shrug, you enter your bathroom, Eris stays by the door, he heaves a frustrated sigh. A soft smile stretches across your lips. Your heart is swelling again, at the feeling of your mate caring for you. Wishing to know who and what haunted you, to heal you and start over. Appreciate warming your chest.

“ You don’t need to be nervous, I’d rather you tell me now than to find out later, involuntarily.” He speaks out as he leans against the threshold. His eyes scanning your space, the room in which the two of you called your own. A sweet dream, a safe space, a comfort.

“ Alright you won me over with your charm-” the sound of flushing could be heard, followed by washing your hand in the sink. Eris looked at you through the mirror. Your eyes connected “ If I tell you, you must promise me that you will remain calm, and they are still my friends even though they hate me-“ You turned back to look at him.

“They don’t hate you- they are simply mad that the cauldron had paired you up with someone who they think is a monster-it doesn’t matter, I don’t care what they think but if that’s what you wish, then I will do my best”

“ Thank you..” You bowed your head in a nod” Umm-how do I-…Before I met you, before the bond-I was with Azriel. Really it was sort of a-a bedroom relationship..at the time I was in love with him, and he was in love with Mor, he was trying to get over her.. so we slept together..“

“-If he wanted someone for sex he should’ve gone out to a brothel or a club. I’m sure he could’ve picked anyone off the street-“ He growled at the thought of Azriel using you, of all the males in Prythian. It had his bones searing on the inside. His blood already boiled, his skin practically on fire. Rage as one might call it reflects in his eyes. His hands warmed in sensation, fire licking at his fingertips.

“ Eris, hey, It was a long time ago, it was his fault as much as it was mine too, I was madly in love with him, I would’ve done anything back then. It was naive and stupid, I know that now-“ You were by his side holding his face in your hands. Your eyes flickered between his, you reached a finger up to sooth the angry lines that formed on his beautiful face. His body still rigided but relaxes under your touch.

“ He had no right, even if you were in love with him, he had taken you for granted. He knew you loved him, he knew you cared for him. He knew that if he had you, you wouldn’t leave him. The depths he went to, you must’ve laid there afterwards waiting for him to console you, speak with you, laugh with, and nothing-“ Your lips crashed into Eris’s. He didn’t resist or stop you, instead he let go of the words that wished to run out. Your body pressed against him so tightly, he let you guide the kiss, which was unusual but he needed it. Eris turned his head allowing for the kiss to deepen, your tongue massages the roof of his mouth. You let out a soft moan as Eris’s hands curve around your hips, kneading your body as he reaches to cup your ass.

When your lungs could no longer resist air, the two of you pulled back with only an between you.“ I’m not sure I can keep my promise” He says breathlessly, his forehead pressed to yours.

“ Eris” You shake your head.

“ I won’t kill him, I suppose I’ll have to resort to other things” He tells you as he bumps his nose with yours, the urge to kiss you was strong. His thought’s intermingled with pleasure. All the dirty things he could do to you, in various positions, in various rooms, anywhere, you wanted. To think that Azriel was stupid enough to let you go to neglect a gorgeous female such as yourself, it drove him mad.

“You can’t poison him either or use your magic or anything. You’ve always been the one to use your words-“ Eris pulled you into the space of the bedroom, his hands couldn’t stay off of you, he wanted you right then and there, he wanted you to scream out his name like a prayer as one might do in a temple.

“I am a man of my word, I won’t kill him, but I wouldn’t mind breaking a bone or two, if he decides to cross my path or comes near you-“ His eyes grow darker with lust, the smell of his arousal prominent. You allow him to toss you onto the bed.

“ Eris, that’s a bit much, no?” Eris climbed above you, his hands resting on either side of your head.

“ No, not when it comes to you.”

“ Then let me give you a piece of advice.”

“ Y/N”

“Don’t let him win”

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Autumn solstice was today, guests had already arrived and mingled with one another. Music filled the room, guests danced with one another, smiles adorned their faces. The aroma of the food floated outwards catching the guests who were hungry, friends laughed together as they ate and drank. Everyone seemed to have been enjoying themselves, the atmosphere vibrant and enjoyable. Upon the arrival of the inner circle, this was what they least expected from Autumn. They were truly surprised, they had no intention of coming but with the alliance between the two courts, a visit was required..not to mention they missed you more they imagined. Your absence was truly felt.

Feyre missed you dearly, you were the one female here that helped her transition from Spring, to Night, to Spring back to Night, you helped her ease into her fae body. She was forever grateful. Nesta couldn’t describe the pain she felt when Rhys had sent you off. She hadn’t spoken to him for months, you were the one person that understood her the best. You were patient with her. Cassian missed the way you so easily understood his sense of humor, oftentimes you added to it, which made irritating the inner circle that much more sweeter. He wished he had spent more time with you, his best friend. Rhys on the other hand missed your presence, you were a resilient soul, your strength was something to admire. He often looked to you for the true console just everyone else had.

Azriel struggled with your absence the most, the withdrawal of not having you near took a toll on him in more ways than one. He missed you as a dear friend, just as the others, but there was a deeper rooted feeling. Not too long ago you were attached to his hip. You were there every beck and call he had, every wish and thought he expressed, you filled the void. You there when Mor couldn’t have been. You were there when Elain first emerged in his life, again you tended to every need. Azriel made no move to return the gestures of what you felt back to you, he had never felt romantically attracted to you. You were a means of sexual escape, away to let out all his frustration, his anger, his pain, into. All the females he had craved gave him nothing in return except you. Even with his rejections, you continuously had given him everything, all the love he ever needed, but it was never enough..

The inner circle's eyes scanned the area, they searched for you, their dearest friend, and when their eyes found you, they each held their breath in awe. You stood in the middle of the crowded room, you were radiant, glowing, your hair in an elegantly loose but not too tight style, creating a perfect balance. Your skin adorned simple jewelry, but as simple as they were, each piece crafted in amber. Your dress was unique, the color of Phtalo green, silky material cascaded down your body, the hem barely touched the floor, when you moved, it was like watching a gentle stream of water. You flowed with such calmness it was enchanting, the little gems that were delicately sown on, shimmered as if the sun's light kissed it. You looked as though you lived and breathed autumn, the heart of the court…

“She’s exquisite isn't she?”Eris tenses at the sound of the familiar voice. The male he despised with everything he had in him.

“She is“ Eris replies his heart squeezing with love, his eyes following you as you stop in your tracks, Nesta, Feyre, Rhys, Cassian approaches you. You practically beamed with excitement as they all crashed into you. You had been speaking with Lucien, who also shared the same excitement. It was a sweet moment to witness something he’ll enjoy hearing you gush about later.

Azriel stood next to Eris watching his family closely. As Azriel sees you he can’t help but think- maybe in another lifetime, one where he might’ve returned what you felt. Choosing to have a life of happiness with you rather than to wait for someone else to return his love. That you might be as happy as you are now. But in the end he just couldn’t feel the same way about you- this thought he carried was one that was just-a dream-a wish-but not true to his emotions and his reality. “How is she adjusting?” He asks, no matter what happened, no matter how little he felt about you, he still cared enough to ask as a friend.

“She’s adjusting well.” Eris wasn’t as forthcoming with your information, Azriel figured as much. Eris refused to give him any sort of insight on how your life might be. It was truly none of his business.

“ Do you mind if I speak with her?” Azriel takes a brief look at Eris, who just so happened to already have set eyes on him.

“Feeling regretful are we?” He turns his gaze back to you, you must’ve told a humorous story, the laughter that erupted out of everyone was loud. You were filled with such joy, it practically buzzed through the bond, Eris lips tilted upward slightly. None of them showed you distan or hatred. But Azriel the shadow themselves fringed upon your beautiful soul. Eris sighed.

“ Regretful no, but curious yes. She left the night court to be with you, I can’t imagine it being a pleasant experience” He says simply as if you meant nothing, and only jab at Eris was his goal.

“ You speak of experiences but if I remember correctly her experience with you was just that, unpleasant” Eris retorted, forcing Azriel to remember who the true villain was.

“ You know nothing of what happened between us” Azriel glares at the crowd, he shouldn’t be as frustrated as he is, he was the one who started the argument.

“I don’t?” Eris questions sarcastically, fine let the games begin.

“Yes” He says through his teeth.

” Look at you, upset because I spoke the truth. I thought your court was known for the truth.” Eris tsks as he shakes his head, as if scolding a child.

“I am not Mor, there is a difference between her and I” he replied his jaw tense and tight.

”Is there? Then again wasn’t she sleeping with others to avoid you.” Eris shrugs knowing that this would strike a cord in Azriel. A tit for a tat, he came after you, the least he could was target him the same way.

“ Shut your mouth!” He snaps, the two now facing one another.

“Did I hit a soft spot?” Eris challenges.

” Don’t you ever speak of Mor in that manner-“Azriel growls.

” Yet that’s exactly what you had done to Y/N? No? Did you forget already? Did you take one too many hits to that bat brain of yours-“ Azriel shoves Eris forcing him back causing him to maliciously smirk.“- You made her feel as though she were only good to keep your bed warm, you left her unsatisfied, craving more than just sex, a companionship!-”

“ -She asked to be with me! She asked to be a means of release! She hated seeing me pawn over someone else! So I let her be as in love with me as she was.-” Azriel continues on shoving back Eris, who was waiting for a moment of violence to come.

” -You let her believe you were going to give her more!-“The conversation becomes more heated by the second.

” -I had too!” Azriel argues as if his words really mattered as if manipulation was the only option left for him to pick. The crowd in the room starts to murmur, the music abrupting to a halt, all eyes were on the pair. You and Rhys made eye contact for a brief moment before the two of you moved into action. The Lady of the court, Eris’s mother, encourages everyone to keep dancing, to let the music keep playing. A distraction.

“ No you didn’t, you could’ve told her how you felt instead of leading her down a path that you weren’t going to follow. If I were you Shadowsinger I’d save the manipulation tactics for the battlefield not for the bedroom, at least there we know you can get the job done” He bites back bis fists clenched ready to strike. Azriel clenched his jaw and his hand curled in a tight hold, waiting to see who’d throw the first punch. You were faster, you placed yourself between Eris and Azriel. You placed a hand on Eris’s chest and one outward to Azriel. Rhys and Cassian were right behind you moving to Azriel’s sides. They too also held their hands up trying to stop Azriel from making a mistake.

“ Az” Cassian warns.

“Go back home to Velaris, take the others with you. I have to fix the mess you made.” Rhys orders. He nods his head at Cassian who with the help of Nesta drag him out of the room.

“ I’m so sorry” Feyre apologizes.

You offer her a reassuring sad smile. “ It’s okay, I thank you all for coming. I appreciate it” She nods at you returning your expression, her eyes shooting to Rhys who gave her a sweet smile, telling her in his own way to go back with their family. Your heart shatters a little at the sight of your friends leaving. You wished you had spent more time with them. And you wished that there wasn’t so much hatred between the two groups, even with the alliance.

“ This will not happen again, I can assure both of you. I do hope that you can forgive my spymaster” Rhys says as Lucien pulls Eris away from you, giving him the opportunity to cool down.

“ I hope it doesn’t happen again..as for my mate he can be protective and I’m sure you understand what that’s like” you replied.

“ I do and for that I apologize. I’d hate it if this was to be the reason we lose our greatest ally.” Rhys, ever the politician.

“ I’m glad we can agree on the same point. We need each other more now than ever. This cannot be our downfall”

“ Of course.” Rhys bows slightly, offering you that comforting smile you missed so much. You turned to look over at your mate and his brother. Eris smacked Lucien’s hands away who only glared at him. You sighed deeply, one of ease and relief. You looked at your mate crossing your arms.

“Don't-.” Eris says as fixed his cufflinks after he had shoved Lucien away from him, who now found himself at the food table.

“-I was only going to say thank you.” You gave him a reassuring smile, Eris lifted his eyes to yours. He honestly expected you to rip him a new one. He was surprised, caught off guard, and he felt better. You uncrossed your arms wrapping them around his neck. Eris immediately wound his arms around your hips, pulling you as close as possible.

“He had no right to speak about you the way that he had. He came here searching for a fight, I cannot allow such disrespect in my home and to my mate. You don’t need to thank me. I’d do anything to protect you.” His eyes flickering between yours.

“He walked out of here unscathed, untouched. He had to be dragged back home. But you-you spoke with such strength and courage. You dared him to cross paths with you. You didn’t need to fight him, your words were sharper. You didn’t let him win” Eris’s heart warmed at your words. His chest swelling with love, with respect and with passion. He couldn’t have imagined anyone else by his side other than you. He tilts his head down slightly, capturing your lips with his, he kisses you with such intensity as if to thank you for thanking him. For loving him, for accepting him and for understanding him.

The two of you pull away briefly, your foreheads touching, he whispers to you“ Quite the high lady you’re becoming” the two of you giggle.

“ You’re becoming quite the hero” You replied, Eris shook his head, both of your shoulders shaking slightly as the two of you continued your giggling. Eris loved you more than you could’ve ever imagined. He was quick to defend you, he was to aid you if you needed it. He was there every step of the way. He cared for you deeply, he wasn’t ever okay with anyone hurting you. He hated what Azriel did to you. You looked up at him with so much adoration and love, he cherished it, held it close to his heart. Eris presses a kiss to your forehead. Your eyes fluttered closed, Eris’s mother could be seen making her way over to you both. Now that was someone he knew would never hear the end of it.

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command me. - aemond targaryen.

MINORS DNI- smut ahead you will be blocked <3

prompt- aemond has always been able to you get you to do his bidding, his voice brings you to your knees.

wanted to put something out as im so bored lol might start writing feyd rautha smut too (did NOT know i could be attracted to a bald person)

warning; nsfw, dual masturbation, no penetration, smut, cum eating, aemond being vocal.

You awaken as Aemond enters your chambers, his steps thunderous as he makes his way to you; standing at the edge of your bed. His flushed appearance and clothing let you know where he'd come from, training with Ser Criston usually got him heated. Aemond and you where by no means married, or even heading that way; but alas sometimes you two yearned for each other in a way only you two could sate.

Your nightgown hid nearly nothing as you stretched your arms around, a meek yawn as you rubbed your eyes. "Aemond... lekia(brother), what time do you call this?" You smile up at him as you crawl to him, your nightgown slipping down as you moved. Aemond smirked, letting out a hum of approval. you pushed your hair to one side, before wrapping your arms around his waist; inhaling his scent. Aemonds hand slipped through your hair, enrapturing themselves in your silver locs. His built frame leant over you as he pulled your head back, you let out a whimper at the pain; but your thighs clenched as you leaned back.

"Have you been well-behaved, mandia?(sister)" Aemond purred, smirking as he let go of your hair; moving his hand down to cup your cheek. Violet clashed with violet as his thumb traced across your lip, your lips parted as you smirked at him. Gods, had you tried to kill him? Aemond moaned at how sinful you were as you took his thumb graciously. Your lips trapped his thumb, taking it deeper as you wrapped your tongue around it.

"Lean back, sȳz riña (good girl)." Aemond groaned hesitantly, not even the gods could tear his eyes away from you. You let go of his thumb and leaned back, laying on your elbows as you watched him.

He went over to your fireplace and picked up one of the chairs at your desk, the leather of his shirt pulsed as his muscles involuntarily flexed. You felt your body get weak as he placed it across from the bed.

Aemond bit the hair tie around his wrist as he placed his hair in a bun. You sighed at the sight, he was simply so beautiful.

Aemonds eyebrow pinched, "Getting impatient, dear sister?" You watched as he fiddled with the latch of his eye patch, his fingers adept in many things. "No, just admiring; although confused."

His eyebrow quirked, as he placed his eye patch in his pocket. "Calm, ñuha jorrāelagon(my love). Undress for me." He smirked, watching as you immediately moved into action; fingers fumbling at your laces.

Aemonds snarky smirk fell when you eagerly pushed your night gown down, your nipples hardened at the cold air; Aemonds lack of smirk didn't go unnoticed by you as your fingers trailed down to your lacy garments. "What now, brother?" Your breathy voice cut off his thoughts as he watched you tease yourself. He grunted as he unlaced his pants slowly.

"Get yourself off, rene.(slut)" Aemond watched you as you pushed your garments aside, revealing your wet cunt. He groaned as he pulled his cock free from its confinements, a whimper left your lips as your fingers gradually crawled down to your sopping hole. Your slender fingers dug into your cunt, satisfying your carnal desires enough for you to let out a wanton moan.

Aemond seemed breathless as he fisted his cock at the sight of it all, your legs shaking as your fingers built up a rhythm, your silver tresses seemed to stick to you as your face pinched, and your other hand trailed up your stomach and to your breasts; leaving behind goosebumps as your pinch your nipples.

Aemond hisses out as he watches you come undone, your fingers shaking as you rub your pearl. A sight that makes Aemond move his hand faster along his cock; the sight before him making him cum. Your loud moans filled his ears as you squirted, panting and whimpering. He groaned as his fisting came to a halt as his pearly white semen landed onto his hand. His eyes turned to you, "Come here, beloved." His now quiet but demanding voice made you do as he said, your shaking thighs didn't help as you pulled yourself off the bed and into his awaiting presence.

"Kneel," He smirked as you sunk to your knees before him. You knew what he desired for you to do, so you took his messy fingers into your mouth - eyes closed as you swallowed his cum eagerly; a moan leaving your flushed lips as you taste his salty liquids.

"What do you say, girl?" Aemonds clean hand falls to your throat as he pulls his fingers from your eager mouth, you whimper meekly. "Thank you, brother." the words fall from your lips before you can catch them, his grip tightens, gently of course.

"Not quite." Aemonds stern voice and faux frown made you clench your thighs, "Thank you.. husband." You smiled up at him, as he released his grip on your throat. "Good girl," His praise sends you into a spiral as you lay your head in his lap, blissed out.

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okay, hai!! request forrr clay face fucking reader 🫶 i think about it much much too often n id luvv for u to maybe write something on it. im sorry if this is a little broad, im not good at sending in requests 😓

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I'm so sorry this took so long! I was in a total creative rut, but I hope you like it!

(As always, my requests are open. I do both sexes, any gender, with any Rory Culkin characters)

//non gendered reader//

It had been a long day, and struggling to get your keys in the lock was almost too much to handle, but when you opened the door, you could hear the TV playing.

Clay was home.

You feel a small flicker of relief that's quickly blown out when you walk into the living room.

Clay was curled up in a ball, his knees pulled up to his chest, and his hair hung in his face as he chewed at the skin around his nails.

"Clay?" You ask cautiously as you walk into the room. His head turns quickly as he watches you in the doorway.

"Baby, are you okay? What's going on?" You say as you step closer to him, dropping your bag next to the couch. He was strung out and jittery. Something was obviously bothering him, but he just shook his head.

"Just watching a show," His voice was flat but shaky. There was something eating him alive, but you know he'd rather die than talk about it.

You walk over, crouching in front of him and resting your hands and chin on his bent knee.

"Talk to me baby, please," you almost pout as you tilt your head.

He rolls his eyes at your attempt to ease his tension, but he doesn't speak.

You let out a fake sigh, your hands sliding up and down either side of his thigh.

"You might feel better if you talk about it," Your hand ghosts over the groin area of his sweat pants, and he looks down at you. "Can I make you feel better, Clay?"

You hear a whine strain against his throat, but he doesn't let it escape his mouth. He nods his head as he spreads his thighs to make room for your body.

"Yeah...yeah I would like that," He replies as he places both feet on either side of your body.

No matter what state he was in, Clay would never turn down a blow job.

You lean forward, your face nuzzling against his cock as you already feel it start to harden against your lips.

He lets out a shallow moan, his hips shifting as he adjusts himself on the couch.

"Fuck," He whispers as your saliva soaks into his sweatpants, the wet fabric hot against him.

You hook your fingers into his waistband and boxers and pull them down just enough for his election to slide out.

Immediately you press your face against him, your lips slide up the side of his shaft and back down again.

"Fuck that feels good..." He mutters before he sucks air through his clenched teeth.

One of his hands fists the fabric of the cushion as he pulls your hair out of your face with the other.

Already, his hips are rocking forward as he impatiently pushes his swollen tip against your cheek.

You look up at him through your lashes as you slide your tongue across his tip. His body twitches as his mouth drops open in a small gasp.

You feel the hand in your hair tighten as he pushes his tip against your lips.

"C'mon baby, open up," He commands as his brows knit together. You barley part your lips before he's pushing into them, his cock filling your mouth.

"There you go, that's it...so good," He rolls his head back with a whine. Clay wastes no time and pushes you to take him deeper and deeper until you gag. Your hand reaches up to grip his base, where you can't quite reach with your mouth.

He uses your hair to push and pull you back and forth, his grip tightening as you hollow your cheeks and suck around him.

"I've been thinking about you all day," His voice is raspy as you look up at him. His lips are parted as a moan rolls off his tongue. His brows are curled up as you keep eye contact and try to take him deeper.

You let him control your speed, but he keeps forcing you to take more than you're ready for, and you gag.

His movments slow but don't stop. His other hand caresses your cheek as his hips lift off the couch slightly.

"You're okay, you're okay," He coos. "Breath through your nose, yeah?"

You take a shuddering sniffling inhale through your nose before he starts to push you down again.

A smile tugs at the corner of his lip as he tilts his head and looks down at you.

"Just like that...Fuck" His head hits the back of the couch before his cock is shoved to the back of your throat once more.

Your hands shoot up and grab at his inner thighs before he does it again.

Tears break past your lashes and drip down your cheeks from the strain. Your gaze lifts up to his, and he groans.

"You look so good like this," He huffs as his teeth pull at his lip.

Your eyes look up to meet his. They're half lidded and dark. The purplish circles encase his eyes from lack of sleep. Withdrawals

The sound of your mouth sucking against him pops as you pull back too far. You feel his grip tighten in your hair slightly before taking him in again.

He lets out a frustrated huff.

Your eyes flutter closed at the sound, his little whimpers like music to your ears.

Clay's legs twitch slightly as your hand moves up along with your mouth.

"So good to me, baby." His breath is getting raspy as you feel his fingers tense against your scalp.

You whine at the feeling, and before you realize it, he's pulling your head back. You look up at him with a confused look as he squirms his hips, his body sliding down the couch just a bit.

"Put your hands on the floor for me," He groans as he pulls your hair into a tight pony tail with his hand.

You do as he asks, your hands and knees pressed against the ground as they support your weight.

You feel the pressure of him pushing your head down, and as you open your mouth to lick his tip his hips push up, shoving his cock down your throat in one thrust.

The sharp gasp you release is smothered by him fucking your mouth.

His hips lift off the couch as he forces himself deeper into your throat, a stuttered breath rolling off his lips and tickling your face.

He lets his body go slack and move down, before lifting again and slamming back into you.

You can feel your breath stopping as he hits deeper each time, your eyes water as you try to swallow around him.

It doesn't take long before he's hammering against the back of your mouth as he holds your head in place.

The pressure of his hands almost gives you a headache as he stops you from moving or pulling away.

Saliva drips from your mouth, his hands tightening in your hair, and everything becomes too much.

You gag and pull back, but Clay lets out a long, drawn-out whine.

"Please, please, I'm so close,"

His desperation is like a punch to your gut, and you stop trying to move back.

His movements become ragged, and sudden until his hands push your head down, his body leaning forward as he cradles youd head and cums down your throat.

His cock squirts thick hot liquid as it twitches inside your mouth.

"So good...fuck it's so good," He whimpers, his chest heaving as he catches his breath.

You squirm in his lap, the lack of oxygen making your brain feel fuzzy before he pulls away.

Your throat burns as you take a deep breath and cough before cleaning the spit from your chin. You sit back on your calves as you look up at Clay. His hair is a mess, tangled and draped in his heated face.

His hands run through your hair as his eyes meet yours.

"I've had a very stressful day," He replies with a long exhale.

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #clay roach #smut #one shot #rory culkin one shot

[garoujo]

「 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐌 | 𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍 」

summoning the second eldest to cure your boredom seemed like a bright idea at the time, but you didn’t expect him to be that sort of busy.

warnings : f. reader, pining, mammon masturbates over you and gets caught, breeding, grinding and a very short handjob.

word count : 2.6k

note : this came into my mind so suddenly and i had to write this, im gonna be doing some hcs for the others (and more mammon) this week for the same scenario also.

this was mammon’s problem, you were his problem—not in a bad sense but he couldn’t stop thinking about you, nights spent together were never enough and he wanted nothing more than to spend every moment of his time with you.

not that he’d ever admit that, too embarrassed incase you reject him—he’d never hear the end of it from his brothers, it would just give them another reason to tease him, as if they even needed one, which is why he buried his feeling instead, even though that’s why he ended up in situations quite like this one.

“shit—c-can’t believe a human’s got me all, fuck—all riled up, why d’ya have to be so pretty, h-huh?” mammon grumbles to himself as he lies back on the couch in his room, jeans pooling around his ankles on the floor while his pretty fingers wrap around the base of his cock, giving it a few shallow pumps before he hisses through his teeth, pulling the fabric of his shirt up until it’s caught between his teeth.

the white haired demon sinks into the plush cushions as his thighs tremble, swiping his thumb along the beads of precum that gathers at the blunt tip before smearing them along his shaft with a few needy, languid pumps. his skin feels sticky as he continues his movements, flicking his wrist in practiced motions while his head falls to rest over the back of the couch.

mammon’s eyes gloss over and flutter closed, not being able to control the way his mind immediately goes to you—your smile, your laugh, your scent, every single detail about you ingrained in his mind and his hips twitch at the thought of your hand replacing his right now, the image of the fat head of his cock glistening and disappearing into your fist.

“f-fuck—“ he hisses, clenching his jaw as he recalls the way you’d call his name, your tone dreamy and honeyed everytime it would fall from your lips, like it’s reserved just for him and he can’t help but think about how much prettier it would sound through a moan.

mammon sloppily pumps his cock as he remembers the nights he’d spend in your room, pressed up against your side while you both watch a movie, and he’s panting shamelessly as he remembers the way your body felt against his, the feeling of you relaxing in his embrace and the heat of your skin against his.

his back arches as he huffs, twisting his hand around his cock just like he likes, forming a tight circle around the pink glands and squeezing, accidentally letting a shakey, languid moan of your name fall from his lips as his fingers graze over the sensitive head of his cock once more.

“can’t believe y-ya have me, hngghh—d-down this bad for ya, hah”

—

im so bored— you think to yourself as you lie on the mattress in your room, flicking through your DDD for any sort of entertainment but you’ve been staring at the same photos on devilgram for hours now, and you need something else to stimulate you, anything else.

and then you had an idea, it wasn’t unlike you and the second eldest demon to end up in each others room late at night—he was the one you’d become closest with during your stay at devildom, quickly finding yourself attached to the silver haired brother considering you spent most of your time with him.

you’d found comfort in his company quickly despite him still being a demon, playful banter between you both came naturally and maybe he’s exactly what you need to cure you your sudden need to do anything, you realise as you push yourself up onto your knees.

you could text him, but you were a little impatient in your boredom and decided you’d just summon him instead—he wouldn’t mind right? it was mammon, if anything he’d either be in his room or at a casino losing all of his money right now, so you’d really be doing him a favour.

..hear me, denizens of the darkness, you who are born of shadow and you who give birth to it. hear me and do as i command, i call upon you to send forth one of your number—

i summon the avatar of greed, mammon.

or so you’d thought atleast but that was definitely not the case when he’s sat across from you now on your bed, flushed from his cheeks to his chest as his back rests against the wall opposite you.

his pupils are blown wide, most likely with lust before they widen when they suddenly meet yours and he freezes, his ringed fingers twitching from where they’re still wrapped around his cock, his hair a mess of silver under his other hand where it’s tangled in the locks and was that your name that just fell from his lips?

“mammon—“ you gasp, feeling yourself burn hot at the sight of him before you, and the tone of your voice almost sounds like a plea while your eyes travel down his toned abdomen, all the way down the parts you too had only dreamt of.

mammon feels too warm in his almost nudity before you and he swears he feels his flush deepen even more when he realises where he is, what’s just happened and who the hell is seeing him like this right now as he inhales sharp, the fabric of his shirt caught around his chest.

“wha—what the hell d’ya think you’re doin’, j-just summonin’ me l-like that? i—i dunno what ya heard but, but i-i wasn’t thinkin bout ya or anythin if that’s what ya think.” the silver haired demon babbles, panic coursing through his veins and he hisses at how still painfully hard his cock feels, feeling it twitch against his palm when he notices your gaze fixed on it and he grumbles in embarrassment.

“i’m sorry! i—i didn’t think you’d be busy with this, uh, i was just bored.” you breathe, and suddenly something burns through you—a sudden determination that has you shuffling on your knees, rubbing your thighs together for the friction that you suddenly crave, and he notices.

“do you want help?” you say suddenly, cutting off whatever complaint mammon was about to whine as it’s replaced with a heavy silence, one that makes the room feel thick and warm as you meet his eyes.

“what d’ya mean? y-ya don’t have to, i—i was just changin’, it was nothin’, i mean, d’ya want to—“ he exhales, still frozen from where hes facing you but he relaxes slightly at the question, gives himself a chance to really look at you for any signs of teasing but your face is pinched, eyes heavy with an emotion that probably looks similar to his own as he slinks himself further against the wall.

“i want to.” you smile, a reassuring kind when you lean onto your hands, inching yourself closer to him, slowly—like you’re giving him the option to back out as you kick off your shorts on your way, revealing the skin of your drool worthy thighs and the peek of your clit that’s just barely visible from where he’s sat, watching you slink into his lap.

“y-ya can do what ya want, s-since ya interrupted me and i mean, ya know i cant s-say no to ya.” mammon grunts, his need for you evident in the way his hands are quick to guide you onto his lap, pulling you in for an eager, messier, sort of kiss—hoping you can tell how much he’s thought about this, thought about you.

you feel so warm and soft, his broad hands pulling you closer, as close as he can get as your fingers wind in his hair and he shamelessly grunts, grips your waist when he feels the soft, slick folds of your pussy rest against his cock beneath you.

“y-ya sure ‘bout this—ya know im a demon.” mammon huffs, thighs quivering at the lurid back and forth sway of your hips on his lap, you feel better than he’d ever imagined, so comfortable and warm as your body melts into his before you nod. “im sure.” smearing kisses along his cheeks as the bump of your clit catches on the swollen head of his cock while you both twitch and sigh.

his chest jumps with an inhale when you press yourself closer against him, he can feel your tits against his chest through the fabric of your shirt, your hips never stopping their intoxicating motions while his hands squeeze and knead at the skin of your hips, his blush stinging at his skin and he feels like he’s back in heaven.

“m-mammon.” you gasp, crooning when his cock twitches against you and the look he gives you is wide eyed and full of need as he mindlessly rocks you back and forth along the length of his cock. “y-ya look so pretty, i—fuck, wanna be the only one to see ya l-like this.” mammon grunts, his voice catching with a shock of pleasure with another lewd swirl of your hips and he feels his toes curl, lips parting to grind out another groan of your name that’s clearer now than it was when he first appeared in your room.

the saccharine rub of your skin against his is making him feel delirious when he rasps out a breathless laugh, the humid air in the room feels like it’s filling his lungs when he pants and his head spins with the soft bouncing motion of your body on his cock.

your choked moans ratchet up in pitch and mammon feels your hips twist above him, squeezing his strong hands around you as he drags you greedily along the sensitive bumps and nerves on his cock, grunting with eachy greedy swirl of your clit until you pull back and he gasps, watching your fingers wrap around the base of his cock exactly like he’d thought about as you twist your wrist, using the mixture of your slick and his precum while you breathe moans across his flushed cheeks.

“you’re g-good at that, ya tryna make me cum? fuck—i ain’t gonna let ya do that, ya need to be feelin’ good to o-or else it’s a waste.” mammon gasps, legs stiffening before he looks at you, your eyes wide with desire as you pump his cock with everything you’re worth and suddenly he really feels like he’s losing all self control.

but he remembers that even though you’d tell him he was still sweet enough to be an angel after he’d playfully remind you he could eat you— he’d still fallen, he was still a demon now and lucifer had warned you about dangling desire infront of people like him.

mammon was good at controlling himself, when it mattered—being the only brother who’d never used his powers against you and he’d keep it that way but this was different, he needed you and by the way your lips part he can tell you need him too—so he gives into his desires, just this once, and the room spins when he twists you underneath him—pressing you into the mattress beneath you both as he looms over you.

“i gotta have ya, i—i gotta f-feel ya, baby, shit.” he groans deep, dipping his body to bury his face in the crook of your neck as he inhales the all too familiar sweet smell, peppering a few needy, wet kisses along the dip of your shoulder as he swipes his fingers between your glistening folds, making sure you’re wet enough for him before he grabs his cock, lining it up almost impatiently.

mammons lips part softly when the fat head of his cock finally pushes past the entrance of your flexing pussy, your arms shakily wrapping around his shoulders as he pushes past your folds and sinks into your warm cunt—burying his needy groans and whines into your skin as he feels you twitch around him harder and deeper he goes.

“q-quit tightenin’ around me l-like that, goddamn, is that why ya really summoned me? y-ya must’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout this—bout me, probably gonna start callin’ me y-your mammon.” he babbles, words raspy and mumbled as his cock glides past the spot that has your thighs twitching either side of him, and you both sigh when he finally bottoms out, stilling his movements for a few moments as he tries to calm his own breathing, dizzy spin clouding his mind from the feeling of finally having you.

his silver hair falls over his face when he pulls back to blink down at you slowly, bright eyes still heavy with lust when he finally pulls his hips back, exhaling heavily before rolling them back into you and you gasp before grasping at him when he begins a steady pace.

“yes, been thinking about y-you—“ you plead, voice like a mantra while your needy walls rewarding each languid thrust with a twitch around his sensitive cock that has him moaning loudly, loud squelching noises growing louder as you call his name once more and he pulls you in to kiss you messily, dipping his tongue past your lips to taste yours as he draws you closer.

mammon feels like his mind is spinning with the pleasure you give him, his tongue dragging along yours eagerly before he pulls away to grin at you because he can’t believe this is finally happening, before he begins a pace that’s a little faster, rougher.

you hiccup his name, feeling his breath fan across your neck as lust driven curses and whimpers fall from his lips with each smack of his lips against yours, feeling him melt into you when your fingers continue to tighten around the silver of his hair. “ya feel s-so good, baby.” he grumbles, his movements becoming sloppier but the strength and speed behind each thrust remains as your body claps against his.

the blunt head of his cock feels like it’s kissing every part of you, thickening and throbbing with each needy coax of your tight cunt as his pelvis grinds against your puffy, sensitive clit everytime his hips meet your own.

mammon’s hips buck almost wildly into your needy heat as his grip on your skin turns almost bruising, your body stilling suddenly when the familiar rush of warmth from your orgasm finally washes over you.

“ya m-make me feel s-so good, that’s right—take it, shit.” he groans, pulling back to pull you in for another feverish kiss as he lets lewd whispers of how pretty you are fall from his lips, your pussy squeezing around him until he finally stills, giving into the needy coax of your walls. he spills into you with babbled curses and praises between low growls as he allows your cunt to milk him, shallowly thrusting his load into your sensitive walls and only stilling when he’s hissing from overstimulation, almost collapsing on top of you as you both bask in the pleasantly sleep gaze that follows.

“do you want me to call you my mammon?” you breath, lips curling into a smile when you hear mammon groan from his place beside you, his cheeks puffing out into a pink cheeked pout as he tilts his face away from you despite his arm encouraging you to cuddle closer.

“n-no, i mean, i know that ya probably wanna do that so that’s why i said y-ya can that’s all! knock it off— s-stop lookin’ at me like that.” he grumbles, slowly turning his head to glance over at you and there’s a slight nervousness in his eyes when they meet yours as his heart thuds against his chest.

“ya better not go summonin’ any of the others, ya hear? ‘m the only one ya gotta summon when you’re bored!”

© 2022 garoujo. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

#݁ . ࿓ : sealed #obey me x reader #obey me x you #obey me smut #mammon x reader #mammon smut #mammon x you #mammon x mc #obey me imagines #mammon imagine #obey me x y/n

[honeybcj]

please bless us with more of your thoughts on james getting fisted im begging u

blushing n tucking my hair behind my ear. since u asked so nicely, i have plenty to say when it comes to fisting james <3 he’s like……..so adamant about it. at first he’s a little shy to bring it up because he doesn’t know how others will feel about it, but finally he musters up the courage and is like fuck it i can’t stop thinking about this. he’s a little awful about it, not going to lie. he’s so caught up in the moment, just like making out or something, and he pulls back and his breath hitches and it’s like how do you feel about fisting. i’m specifically imagining this between him and reg or him and barty, yes. and the other person’s eyes just go wide, slack jaw and everything because it’s a fucking privilege to get to witness this.

most importantly james has absolutely no care when it comes to be loud and writhing around. he’s a little impatient, hungry for it. moans and whines and whimpers and groans, pants and gasps and chokes. seeing stars, abdomen clenching, thighs shaking and he just takes it. there’s like lube dripping down his thighs and he’s flushed and glistening in a layer of sweat, begging that they keep going because he doesn’t want it to be over. you’d think this guy has never had sex before the way he’s losing it over the constant pressure building up inside of him. he can and will come just from that. hands down 100%. and he’s like whimpering at the very end, in a perpetual state of bliss like mhm baby that was great, let’s just put a plug in there because i feel so empty. either barty or reg is staring at him in awe, mouth wide open because they are in shock about what just happened <3

#han’s asks #iva tag #james potter getting fisted 2024 agenda #i have countless thoughts on this matter . very important to me

[buckyhoney]

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this is the first installment of kinktober! i am extremely rusty with writing at the moment, it's been over two months since i've written anything more than like four sentences, so please be kind!

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dom!frank castle x bratty! reader

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬/𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤/𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 & 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝! 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭/𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬!

𝟏𝟖+ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+, language, pussy spanking, teasing, unprotected sex, degrading kink, light praise?, unedited, very much not proofread (im so sorry)

Being a brat had its consequences.

Being a cocky brat had its consequences.

Being a back-talking, cocky, brat had its consequences.

You thought it was funny seeing Frank's nose flare and his jaw clench when you told him that your toy was bigger than him. It wasn't true- at all. Frank was nothing compared to your toys. He was thick and large, and no matter how many times he fucked you, you still needed time to adjust.

Frank knew you weren't being serious, but you were undermining him, pushing his buttons- and he couldn't have that.

"Is that right?" His jaw clenched and his eyes pierced through you.

His voice was low and calm- and you knew you had screwed up. A faint heartbeat formed at your core. Arousal soaking through your panties while your walls pulsed around nothing.

You knew not to break eye contact, but the longer you looked at him the heavier your chest felt.

"Answer the question." Frank rose to his feet, towering over your body.

You felt small- really small. There was nothing at this moment that would save you. You could either back down and admit defeat or make it worse for yourself and stand your ground.

When have you ever admitted defeat?

"Yes. My toy feels better." You smiled proudly (even though your bottom lip wanted to shake and your voice was light).

In an instant, Frank wrapped his hand around your arm and yanked you up like it was nothing. Yelping, your body followed him through the bedroom door. The roughness sent jolts of pleasure throughout your body. The faint heartbeat became a full-blown throb.

Frank shoves your body on the bed and you let a moan slip past your lips. His eyes grew dark and a wave of need washes over you.

He pulls his t-shirt over his body exposing his toned abdomen that was littered with scars and light bruises. Your pussy rapidly clenching around nothing, needing to be filled.

Within seconds, your shorts and panties joined his shirt on the floor beside the bed. Frank's calloused palms run up the side of your thighs and over your knee, spreading your legs wide open.

Frank chuckles at how fast you submit underneath him.

"You talked a big game- now look at you, just a little slut," He drags his middle finger between your folds.

Your body twitches and your bite back your moan. Frank spanks your clit, catching you off guard.

"Fuck!" You hiss, your lower half jerking up.

"What happened to my bratty girl?" He begins to tease your clit, circling around it- but never touching it.

Frank is looking up between your legs, watching your hips squirm and shift- trying to get more pleasure. Another harsh swat to your swollen clit and tears swell in your eyes. The tips of his fingers dip inside you, barely reaching where you needed him. Whining you buck your hips down, before another swat to your clit.

"I don't like impatient girls," Frank stands again, but this time removes his pants and briefs.

His cock is swollen and dripping with precum. You're drooling as he gets himself ready. Frank yanks your hips down to the edge of the bed. Your legs stay wide open, bracing yourself for this thick cock to enter you.

"Safeword?" He runs the tip of his cock along your folds, allowing the arousal to coat himself.

"Pineapple," You mumble, balling the sheets in your fists.

"Good." Without warning, Frank slams his cock inside you.

Your walls stretch around him and your eyes roll back while moans get caught in your throat. Thrusts are hard and fast, not allowing time for your pussy to adjust. Frank brings your legs together, tightening your pussy even more. Arousal drips down to your ass and your breasts bounce frantically.

Your hand reaches to find his hips, trying to slow him down. Frank notices and swats it away, but you are persistent.

"Move your hand." His voice is stern and filled with rasp. You're a whimpering mess underneath him, and soon your legs fall open again. Taking the opportunity, you reach again.

"I said move your fucking hand and take it." The dominance makes your brain fuzzy and you obey his command. Your body falls limp and the pleasure is overwhelming your senses.

"That's it- still think those fucking toys feel better?" You can't even process the question, you're completely lost in it.

"Say it." Frank growls, continuing to slam inside you. "Tell me how good I'm fucking this pussy?" You're gasping for breath as you loosely form a sentence.

"Y-You feel s'good- fuck! Nothing compares to you-"

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[strwberri-milk]

Hi can i request a kaeya smut where he makes his shy fem s/o peg him while he's in control. She's desperately trying to follow his instructions and make him feel good but he keeps teasing her with dirty talk and praises (s/o has a huge praise kink). Maybe he flips her over and rides her strap a while later to tease her and make her more shy? Basically power bottom kaeya and shy service sub s/o.

wow this is so big brain i love it i literally wrote a full fic w this premise bc im so aeojearofae i dont think i captured the shy part too well but i did keep kaeya in control and thats all i wanted :D

Obedience Pays

Kaeya x AFAB, Fem Reader || Smut || 2 617 words

Your hands thread through Kaeya’s hair, whining a little at the sight of him between your legs and sucking on the toy so needily. It’s enough to make your thighs clench together if it weren’t for his body in your way. Instead, you soak the mattress you’re sitting on, waiting for Kaeya to finish preparing the toy to his liking. You can feel it prodding against you, remembering your initial surprise when Kaeya presented the double ended strap-on to you as he made his request. 

After finally deciding he’s soaked it enough with his spit he stands up and puts his knees on either side of you, cock fully erect and practically in your face as he looks back down on you. His eyes watch you needily, clearly desperate for more from the way he twitches. Precum oozes from his tip and you can’t resist the urge to lean forward and suck on his head, almost knocked onto the sheets by the rough way his hips thrust into your mouth. 

“Fuck baby you’re gonna make me cum like that, but that’s not what we agreed to, right?” he purrs, pulling your mouth off of him and tilting your face towards him. 

“I’m just about ready for you. You can do it, right?” 

You nod, just a little hesitant for fear you won’t make him feel as good as he makes you feel. He knows you’re still nervous and to abate your fears pulls you over him, giving you soft kisses as he slots your bodies into position. 

“You want me to do this, right? No turning back?” you ask him. 

“I’ve been wanting this for so long,” he mutters against your lips, reaching down to guide your fingers to his cock. 

“I want you to fuck me like you mean it darling. I’ll be here, guiding you along the whole time. That’s fine, right?”

Your hand grips his cock, letting him rut into your grasp as you give him another nod of approval. He’s done more than enough by now to be ready for you to fuck him. His hole clenches needily, a barely hidden whine leaving his lips when he feels you staring at the wet entrance. Kaeya insisted he didn’t need lube but you refused to fuck him without it, worrying that just his mouth wouldn’t be enough. 

“Just tell me if I hurt you, okay? And if I’m not doing something the way you want it?” 

His hand goes to ruffle your hair, cupping your cheek affectionately. 

“I’ll be sure to make lots of noise so you know just how good I feel.” 

His reassurance manages to stave your nerves for now and you slowly draw your hips back. You can hear him hold his breath in anticipation, using your hands to part his cheeks as you sink into him, taking care not to move too quickly. Kaeya’s already making noises of approval, tightening around you as he fists the sheets under him. His legs part further, trying to make it easier for you to bottom out quickly. 

When you’re fully inside of him he finally lets out the breath he was holding, bringing your hands to either side of his head as he gives you a slightly dazed look. The feeling of being so full makes his cock throb, desperate for something more to happen as you wait for him to tell you to move. His hips buck up against you, making you bite back your own moan as he jostles the dick inside of you with his movements. 

“You want me to move now?” you ask when the bucking begins to get impatient, testing the waters by moving anyway. 

“Yes, yes, you feel so good inside of me sweetheart I need you to move now. Don’t hold back, okay? I want you to fuck me in a way that feels good you for you too. That’s all I want,” he groans, words turning to gasps as you begin to thrust. 

You start off slowly, figuring out your pace and trying to determine what you think would be best for the two of you. Each time you withdraw from him you make sure to do it as he would to you, coming out fully before bottoming out again. The pace stays consistent, giving him the chance to catch his breath if he wants to before you pick it up a little more. 

“That feels good Kaeya?” 

“Not good enough. Come on baby, I know you’ve got more in you. You can fuck me harder, can’t you?” he coos, bringing his hands to your hips to set your pace himself. 

It’s rougher than you would have thought for your first time pegging him but quickly fall into the rhythm, his hands still on your body as you fuck him. As soon as you find your rhythm he brings his hands to your shoulders, panting and gasping which each meeting of your hips. He keens prettily, head thrown back as you start leading him to his orgasm. 

“That feels so good – your dick’s fucking me so well,” he praises, making your hips stutter as you tighten around the dildo. 

“Oh? Is my darling still so receptive to praise even as she fucks me?” he teases, sitting up on his forearms to look at you. You try your best to avoid his gaze, knowing he was right. 

“Just tell me what to do! Don’t tease me like that,” you whine, trying to regain the upper hand by picking up the pace. 

Kaeya falls back to the bed in response, bringing his legs to hook around your hips. 

“Fine, fine. Just do what I do to you. Put your hands under my knees and bring them up. You know what I mean right?” he directs, willing himself to bring his legs down so you can do as he asks. 

“You mean like this?”

It takes no time to adjust him the way he wants to be, even leaning forward as soon as you’ve got his knees on your shoulders. You know it requires a lot of flexibility and thankfully for you, it seems Kaeya’s ready to pay the bill. The second you start to move again after the shift in position he starts up again, noises getting so much lewder and desperate. 

“Shit babe you’re doing so good. You feel so good inside of me – I want you more. Fuck me harder, please. Just a little bit more, I just need a little bit more!” he cries, hand reaching down to jerk himself off. 

The sight has you practically salivating, his words making you gush around the toy as you speed up your thrusts. You begin fucking him in earnest, whining and moaning in tune with him as the dildo slowly ruins you both, forcibly removing his hand from his cock and holding it so you can watch him bounce against his stomach hungrily. 

“Touch me, please,” he begs, hand clasping tightly around yours as the loss of the feeling. 

“Please just touch me more. It feels so much better when your hand is wrapped around my cock, way better than my hand,” he continues, arching his back into you as your hips continue pistoning into him. 

Reluctantly, you replace his hand, stroking his cock and listening out for more instructions. You can tell that he’s got the words on the tip of his tongue, wondering what else it is he seems to want from you. 

“Angle your hips a little more, hold me a bit tighter,” he finally breathes out, fidgeting around himself to get to what you presume is his preferred angle. 

You do as he asks, watching his brows knot as you try to figure it out. Carefully, you watch his face as you shift around with him, noting the rise and fall of his chest and the noises he makes. When he gets too quiet you return to the previous position, fucking him a little faster to bring him back to where he was before. If he gets a little louder you try to lean into it, pumping your fist in pace with your cock. 

“No, not quite,” Kaeya pants after a minute, trying to use his hands to move you where he wants you only to fail with the way your bodies are slotted together. 

You put his legs back down, letting him brace himself as he starts to fuck himself harder. You still continue to match his pace, desperate to make him feel good. He puts a hand on your hips to get you to stop, biting his lip as you jerk him off in pace with his own body this time. 

“Am I doing bad?’ you ask after a minute, making him shake his head. 

“It’s been a while since I’ve done this. You’re doing wonderfully. I just need a little bit more.” 

He seems almost irritated, the pleasure he’s seeking just a hair’s breadth out of reach. Suddenly, his face lights up as he figures out what he wants, quickly pushing you out of him and replacing your bodies. You’re now stuck looking up at him, almost confused as he straddles your hips. 

Now on top of you, you see the appeal of riding. You always found it flustering to be caught on top of him, subject to his almost predatory gaze but now that he’s here you find it impossible to resist his body. Your hands roam over him as he grinds against you, finally sheathing himself back on you before bouncing himself on your lap. The weight of his body makes the dildo sink even deeper inside the two of you, gravity now an active player as you both let out hearty moans. 

“There we go,” he sighs, the fullness of the cock felt to his limits as he fucks himself like this. 

He’s got his confidence back, eyes roaming all over your body as he brings his hands to knead your tits. It makes you cover your face, his gaze making your body warm with both arousal and embarrassment. 

“Don’t hide from me,” he croons, pulling a hand away to play with his dick. 

“Watch me fuck myself. You want to see it, don’t you? I look so fucking good on your massive cock, I know I do. You’re doing so well after all, don’t you feel how hard I am for you?” 

His hand guides yours over him, watching intently as your joined hands work over his cock. You can practically feel him getting even tighter, resisting the delicious drag inside of his ass with each throb of his cock. He brings his hands up to run over his chest, teasing his own nipples for your viewing pleasure.

“You look so pretty like that,” you say in response, using one of his favourite lines on him. 

He opens his mouth to reply, words cut off with a choked moan when you brace yourself to thrust back up into him. You hold his hips lightly, helping him bounce on you as your pace picks up.

“Th-thank you but shit you feel so good inside of me like this. I need more, I need you to fuck me harder. Your cock feels so good but I just need a little bit more. You can do that for me, can’t you? You’re such a good girl after all, you always take orders so well.” His babbling is borderline begging, almost as though he’s losing himself in your cock and you can’t be sure he hasn’t already lost. 

His praise continues to dribble out of his lips as he bounces on top of you, leaning back so you can continue to watch him in all his glory. You continue to fuck him, still repositioning your hips to his curiosity when suddenly you see his eyes go wide as his pace falters. Knowing you’ve finally found what he was looking for early you begin to abuse his prostate, hands squeezing and teasing his nipples when he leans forward at the non-stop pleasure when he starts to fuck himself again with vigor, hand resting on your stomach to brace himself. 

“Right there, yes fuck baby that’s where I needed you just keep going,” he whines, words getting higher and higher in pitch as his orgasm begins to creep up on him. 

You can’t help the feeling yourself, sporadically tightening against the dildo as you fuck into him roughly, pulling him down to bury your face in his neck as he relinquishes his control to you, now more focused on rutting his throbbing cock against your stomach which each desperate move of your hips. His lips are right against your ear, giving him the perfect opportunity to ruin you with his words. 

“Your cock is so big it’s gonna fucking destory me baby. Just keep fucking me like a good girl, yeah just like that. You can do it right? You can make me cum all over that beautiful body of yours? You’ve been doing so well so far, I know you can do it, just a little bit more,” he begs, sobbing when his orgasm hits at an especially rough push against him. 

You can barely fuck him through his orgasm, holding his hips in place as your hips desperately rut against his spasming hole to bring yourself to completion. All Kaeya can manage is gasps of your name, the overstimulation hitting him hard as he sits back up against your legs, resting on your knees as you continue to fuck him. He looks absolutely spoiled, eyes closed and dick still twitching and dripping cum with your movements. 

You’re so close, just about there but you know you need a little push. Your hand goes down to reach for your clit, hoping it’d help soothe this burn in your body when you feel him touch you, jolting in surprise as he starts again. 

“You feel so good it’s gonna make me cum again!” he cries, fingers messily rubbing at your clit as he fucks himself even harder than before. 

It’s all too much, you now unable to fuck him properly which doesn’t bother him in the least. Your own pleasure makes your pace rough and uneven, fucking him so hard that it makes him choke on his breath as you almost ignore him in pursuit of your own orgasm. 

“You’re gonna cum, aren’t you? I can see it on your face baby, your pussy’s probably so fucking tight around that dildo, so fucking wet and desperate for me isn’t it? You’ve done so well darling, just cum like the good little slut you are,” Kaeya pushes, knowing that his words are going to tip you over the edge and it works just as he wants. 

Just as he’s about to cum, you cum with a loud moan of his name, the syllables sounding so pretty on your tongue that it pushes him over the edge again, cumming with you as he grinds against your stomach. You feel him paint your body, some of his cum landing on himself as he catches his breath, pulling himself off of you and pulling the toy out of you with shaky fingers. 

He practically collapses on you as soon as he’s finished, holding you tightly to him as he comes down with his high. You can feel him on your thigh, hugging him back as your breaths finally get in tune with each other, giving him a hopeful look. 

“I did good for you, right?” you ask, making him chuckle. 

“If you didn’t hear it earlier, yes, you did amazing darling,” he praises, kissing your lips. 

“I can’t wait to have you do it again.” 

#kaeya x reader #kaeya smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #kaeya alberich x reader

[whumpasaurus101]

Hii !!

i feel bad for requesting something for like a third time 😭

but if you don’t mind, I was wondering if you could write a villain who pretends to hate hero, but is actually like beyond obsessed w/ them? like a stalking, yandere, possessive, kind of obsessed.

you can probs tell but I have an actual obsession with hero x villain 💀💀

but anyways, tysmm !! hope you have a great day ^^

OH MY GOODNESS ANON YOU DO NOT HAVE TO FEEL BAD AT ALL WHATTTT?!?! I absoloutely ADORE asks SO KEEP THEM COMIN IF YOU WANT OMG!!!! I LOVE LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH!!! Im sorry if i kinda made the Villain softer than how youd wouldve liked just lmk if youre not happy with it!!!! YOURE SO NICE THANKIE FOR THE ASK!!!! <3

cw: chlorophome / angst. a lovely mix HUIJDKHDH

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Every step Hero took felt followed. Every movement felt unmissed. The street was dimly lit, it probably wasn't the smartest to be walking here at three in the morning… 

The snap of a stick caught their attention, bringing their steps to a halt. They looked behind them, jumping as a dark figure emerged from behind them.

“Who is it?” Hero gritted out. They were tired, all they wanted to do was get home and put their feet up. But alas, they had no other choice but get rid of the lingering threat. The shadowed figure just stopped, the black masked face staring blankly back at them. Hero huffed out an impatient breath, muttering, “Creep,” as they continued to walk on.

In an instant, Hero was grabbed from behind and a hand shoved a cloth over their face. Hero cried out, trying to fight against the grip but it was useless. They heaved in breaths which only made them inhale the chemicals more.

“Relax, little hero, just take some nice deep breaths for me and relax.”

Hero’s blood went cold, their stomach lurching; Villain.

Their vision filled with blank dots but Hero tried with all their energy to fight against Villain. But it was no use. The chemicals filled their senses and their vision went to black.

It felt like it had only been a second before their eyes snapped open. They looked around them, eyes wide. The room was dark, their arms were tied tightly to each arm of the chair. Their ankles tied to each leg of their chair. Fuckfuckfuckfuck.

“Well, well, well, good morning sleeping beauty,” Villain smirked, tucking a lock of hair behind Hero’s ear. Hero flinched back, face filled with disgust, “Don't touch me,” The growled. Villain scoffed with a smirk, “Oh trust me, I’m not enjoying this anymore than you are.”

Hero scoffed, “Bullshit.”

“Oh shut it!” Villain yelled, their hands clenched into fists as they roared, “Ever since I laid eyes on you I have fucking hated you. You're- you're like some annoying fly who’s buzzing around and I can't seem to get rid of you!”

Hero blinked, taken back at how defensive Villain was getting, “Alright, jeez, chill out, dude.” Villain blinked quickly, feeling their face grow pink and they turned away quickly, pretending to busy themself.

Hero yawned, trying to lift their arm against their restraint before sighing, “So…what do I owe the pleasure of being kidnapped?”

Villain gulped, absentmindedly sharpening their knife as they sat on a stool, their back facing Hero, “SuperVillain wanted to talk to you,” They mumbled. 

Hero nodded, their tongue running along the bottom of their teeth. The silence filled the room once more.

“So-....so you’re not gonna be my entertainment while we wait, or-”

“Oh just shut.up!!!” Villain roared, quickly getting to their feet and pacing towards Hero, knife in hand. “Jesus fuck, Villain, what the hell is going on with you today?!?” 

“I-...you-... w-” Villain took a shaky breath, looking up at the ceiling as they blinked hard, “Who were you fighting with two nights ago?” Their voice was low this time, quiet. They almost sounded… vulnerable.

Hero blinked, “Two… Oh- you mean [Other Villain]?” Villain gulped and nodded once before looking away.

Hero couldn't help but let out a quiet laugh, “Villain… you're hardly jealous-....are you?”

Villain rolled their jaw, looking down to their knife before twirling it in their hand, “I…I thought we had a deal…” Hero couldn't help but feel slightly guilty. There was something about Villain suddenly, they looked like all sad and vulnerable. It was a side of Villain that Hero had never seen. Their eyes glazed over, brimming with tears as they clenched their jaw tight.

“I’m.. I’m sorry Villain…I didn’t mean to make you feel like this. The other- they… they came out of nowhere and I didn't have Sidekick to help me. So I had no other choice but to fight them!” Villain just stared at Hero for a moment before nodding once. 

They got down to one knee, bringing the blade to Hero’s ankle, making the other flinch. But in a moment, the rope fell away. Villain continued this until all the restraints were gone before taking a step back, “You uhm…I think you should go now…”

Their voice was quiet, probably the lump in their throat restricting most of the volume. They looked away as a tear slowly ran down their cheek. Hero gulped before getting to their feet. They cupped Villain’s face, thumb brushing the other’s tear away, “How can I make it up to you.”

Villain forced themself not to flinch back, Hero suddenly feeling so close to them. They took a shaky breath. All along they have wanted this, dreamt of it. And now it was happening. Villain’s cheeks were red and they took a slow breath before their eyes slowly met Hero’s;

“Kiss me…”

#THANKIE ANONNNN #asks my beloved #i acc #wnana hug villain #in thsi they seemed like such a bean #yk? #DHYUHDJKHDJ #whump #whump drabble #angst #hero x villain #hero #villain #hero whumpee #villain whumper #even thouhh #just no #HUIDKDJ #yandere villain #whumpee #whumper #whumpblr #whump community #whump writing #hxv #lee wrote something :o

[jesterwriting]

pairing: portgas d. ace x reader

contents: watersports, piss holding, golden shower, facial, handjob, use of good boy, ace pees on you im not sorry

word count: .8k words

With a grin, you crushed the empty water bottle and tossed it into the nearby trash can. It circled the rim before falling into the bucket with a loud clang.

“Nice shot,” Ace praised, as if his knee wasn’t bouncing and his fists weren’t clenched at his sides. His smile was a strained, brows furrowed in concentration as he fought the urge to cross his legs or hold himself through his pants.

Your gaze trailed over his chest to his stomach where you could see his full bladder bulge. Ten minutes earlier, you allowed him to unbutton his pants to relieve some of the pressure. In exchange for chugging another bottle of water, of course. You couldn’t make things too easy. He whimpered, thighs rubbing together desperately. All you wanted to do was reach over and press on his aching bladder, mercilessly forcing him to flood his pants.

Ace’s hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat. He shivered, screwing his eyes shut in concentration as a small, dark stain appeared on his underwear. “Nnngh, not yet,” He mumbled, clutching his cock in his fist. The spasm didn’t last long, only a dribble escaping before Ace got himself back under control.

You smirked and sauntered over to your desperate boyfriend. With a smile, you settled yourself on your knees in front of him, face level with his groin. “It’ll be easier if you’re hard.”

Slowly, so as not to jostle his bladder, you peeled off his damp underwear to reveal his throbbing length, bright red and leaking precum. You were pleasantly surprised to discover that Ace was as into this as you were. What started as a stupid dare quickly turned into something more exploratory and intimate. You gave the head a little kiss as a spurt of piss shot from the tip of his dick and onto your face.

Ace laughed at your surprise, his grin only slightly apologetic. “Stay out of the splash zone if you don’t want to get wet.”

Ignoring his quip in favor of wrapping your hand around the base of his cock, you slathered a mixture of precum and urine along his shaft. Squelching sounds filled the bedroom as you began to jerk him off in slow, languid flicks of your wrist. Ace let out a sigh as his eyes fluttered shut. “Yeah, just like that.”

His thighs clenched, moaning as his bladder spasmed. All he had to say was uncle, and the dare was off. He could go to the bathroom. But, you both knew he only had an hour to go until he won, and Ace was too stubborn to give up so close to the finish line. He let out a throaty groan as an unwanted stream shot out of his cock and onto the front of your shirt. Half-lidded eyes zeroed in on the stain, a glint of something new swimming in his gaze. You shivered under his stare.

“You look good like that. Fuck, I wanna soak you so bad.” His dick throbbed in your hand. “What would you do if I pissed on you right now?”

What would you do? Your throbbing clit answered you. As if on autopilot, you gave him the affirmative with a single nod of your head. Not even a second passed before Ace unleashed the contents of his bladder onto you. Too horny and far too impatient to even consider that he lost, his breath hitched as he emptied himself all over you. You sputtered, raising your arms to cover your face. Ace furiously stroked himself through his release.

“That’s it, take it all like a good boy.” With his free hand, he reached down to cup your face. The motion so loving in comparison to the filth he was subjecting you to.

He let out a moan as the surge of urine slowed to a dribble, not once stopping his ministrations on his cock. Hunching over, he brought his dick closer to your face until the tip was barely inches from your lips. Your tongue swiped over his slit, tasting sour remnants of his earlier release. With a grunt, he painted your face white with cum, jerking his hips forward so the head of his cock brushed against the soft skin of your face, smearing his seed all over you.

Ace looked down at you, on your knees in front of him, completely soaked in piss and cum and grinned. “Lookin’ good.”

You rolled your eyes, standing with your arms outstretched to keep your clothes from sticking to your skin. If what he did wasn’t so hot, you’d be disgusted right now. “Said the loser.”

Ace only reached into a drawer and grabbed a spare shirt in one hand and a towel to wipe your face clean with the other. “Sorry, babe, I couldn’t help myself.”

#one piece x reader #portgas ace x reader #portgas ace x y/n #one piece imagines #i think itd be funny if this is my first post #.jesterwrites

[riveranova]

(A/N): Aaaaand mama's back! First of all, let me say how grateful I was and am to get so many messages from people sharing their stories and wishing me all the best - made me tear up multiple times not gonna lie. Thank you all so much and let's dive right back in. <3

IkePri NSFW Headcanons x GN! Reader - Part 2

Warnings: Smut | minors DNI, would this really be a Nova original if there wasn't at least a lil bit crack?, Licht's getting a little sad

Characters: Chevalier, Luke, Yves, Jin, Licht, Leon, Ikemen Prince

Word count: 690

Chevalier Michel

yk i had a thought for this one

obviously hes a top

but but, hear me out - what if he wasn't?

:)

imagine his cold, blue eyes that normally resemble a frozen lake

well that thick ice is now shattered as he's pressing his head into his pillow, trying not to wake up his annoying brothers (Clavis) while you suck him off

hes a lil bit embarrassed about the way his fists and thighs are clenched together because hes Chevalier Michel, no one makes him this weak

well, exept for you of course

but no one is allowed to find out

i think that hes a little bit bratty as a bottom

like, you want to make him beg? well beg for it.

its kind of a back and forth

but just threaten him to stop and its like a different man lies before you

just imagine him beg for you to get him off in that deep voice

Luke Randolph

i'm a huge suporter of the 'luke only cuddlefucks' theory that a great researcher (me) brought to life

i mean that man sleeps the entire day so why not, right?

he gets horny really fast, just like Gilbert

hes also big, and i dont only mean his body

big boy, gimme a big booooy-

strong hands hold you in place - in front of him, holding you against his chest while slowly fucking you from behind

100% whispers sleepy shit into your ear

honestly so sweet

idk why this is so funny to me but imagine him just falling asleep mid-sex

you're just laying there like '...uh''

lucky for you, this man is into sleep play, so just finish the job yourself~

Yves Kloss

honestly? i think hes one of those really cute and soft tops

soft tops are the best, are they not

but i don't think hes really focused on the sex part

hes a big aftercare guy

he honestly just wants to spoil you and make sure you're all pretty for him

150 step korean skincare routine after every single session without fail

bathing together with him is the most normal thing in the world

hums into your ear while massaging your shoulders

praise praise praise

i honestly think that Yves would be so fucking obsessed with you - in a non-weird way tho

if youre comfortable then he is too <3

Jin Grandet

alright, heres my completely objective take on him

daddydaddydaddydaddydaddydaddy

god i love this man so much

crush me with those honke- okay, sorry

i think hes the kind of guy who doesn't want to have one big session but like short ones scattered across the day

lil quickies yk

hes also shameless

so he just pulls you away whenever he wants to and you know what he wants

he has these 'please im so horny its not cool anymore' eyes

and if youre like me then fuck it, leggo

gives zero fucks about how loud you are

castle staff hates it when he does that but as i said

shameless (hot) asshole

Licht Klein

grumpy ass bottom

not even bratty, just grumpy as fuck

but i think thats what makes the entire thing so thrilling for him

yeah so what if he doesnt care what you do? what are you gonna do about it?

okay maybe hes a little bratty

not the guy that makes a lot of sounds while having sex

he kinda just lays there enjoying the attention hes getting from you - the sex is just a lil bonus

tries to take control on very impatient days

but nuh- uh, his moody ass is staying down

100% sure that he has these 'pls humiliate me' days

theyre rare, yeah, but getting told hes the 'bad sibling' his entire life fucked a little with his brain

pls give him aftercare

Leon Dompteur

i swear i need three tries to get his last name right every single fucking time

anyways, this mans obviously a top

he treats you like youre the deity hes praying to every single day

literally worthsips you so much

i think hes a big vanilla boi

no choking or bondage, just sweet sweet vanilla sex

his hands are huge and everywhere, like a blanket that just never ends

big praise guy too

loves to give it and absolutely thrives off of getting some back

please tell him that hes doing a good job, tell him how good his cock is making you feel

hes a big cuddler too, so get ready for some cozy aftercare <3

#ikemen cybird #cybird ikemen #ikemen series #ikemen prince #ikepri #leon dompteur #licht klein #jin grandet #yves kloss #luke randolph #chevalier michel #ikepri headcanons #ikemen x reader #gn! reader

[s0dium]

"Back in my day girls went commando"

Gintoki x reader

A/n: Im so down bad for the mop top, also I got this idea from that one episode with the pantie thief where he talks about how girls would go commando

Warnings: Unprotected sex, choking, cum kink/breeding, messy kisses ;3, p; established relationship, sub-dom dynamics, Gin being a menace, thigh grinding, implication of age difference (Gin is canon 27)

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Sure, you were not a relation ship expert, but you where pretty sure that in a healthy relationship things were supposed to be reciprocal. You were both supposed to tend to each others needs. But for the past couple days it felt like you where being more or less neglected by your boyfriend gintoki.

Of course you were willing to help out when ever he had his needs; Letting him use your body like a flesh light when he needed, or even indulging in some of his ridiculous fantasies (some of which you where sure he was just messing with you). Its also not like you didnt know he was lazy, but to put it simply you where almost at the end of your line. And that fact that your boyfriend was incredibly attractive, did not help at all.

It had been two hours since you came over to to Gins house, where he had been seated seated on a couch,  white yukata open exposing his bare toned chest while he read the newest issue of shonen jump. You sat next to him trying your best not to pay attention to the bead of sweat that rolled down his chest from the hot day.  At this point, everything was turning you on for no apparent reason. Rubbing your thighs together, you eyed your boyfriend like a predator as he flipped the pages of his comics.

What ticked you off the most though, was the fact that he didnt even seem to notice you where there. Your whole body was getting hot, too hot, especially the lower half of your body, and the warm weight in your stomach was getting too much to bare.

Ah fuck it.

You reached under your skirt and grabbed a hold of the hem of your panties, pulling them down and kicking them off. There was already a small damp spot on the bottom of your underwear, and you slithered a finger down to your core to feel the wetness.

No this wouldn't do. You needed gin.

Amazingly enough, Gin hadnt noticed what you were doing at all, so you took the opportunity to get up and walk in front of his line of view, fisting the end of your skirt.

"Yo, you need anything babe?"

You didn’t reply, only moving forward until each leg was on either side of Gins thigh, to which you suddenly sat down, too embarrassed to look at your boyfriend in the eye. Trembling hands came up to fist the ends of yukata as you slowly began to grind yourself onto Gin's black pants.

"Oh?" Gin cooed, quirking an eye brow and setting his book down and cocking his head to the side.

"P-please pay attention to me" You whine, slowly rocking your bare cunt back and forth. In any other situation you would be dying of embarrassment but at this point you could only care about the empty aching feeling between your legs.

"So you thought going commando would get my attention did ya?" You can only whimper in response as you buried your nose into the crook of Gins neck and breathed in his scent. "Well you where right about that."

Suddenly two hands grab your waist and begin to lift you up; bringing you closer so you were effectively straddling him and your cunt rubbed against his clothed bulge. Impatiently, you began to wiggle, but an arm wrapped around your waist keeping you still.

"Hold on will ya?" Gin groans, reaching under the hem of his black pants and pulling out his hard dick, giving it a few strokes before slightly lifting you up to align his pink tip with your awaiting hole.

Slowly, Gin begins to lower you onto him a low groan escaping his mouth as his dick entered in your slimy walls. You felt your stomach turn with euphoria as you fully sit your self on his cock, feeling the way his member parted your walls, your pussy instinctively clenching and sucking him in.

"Hnnngg so good...." You feel yourself jump when he finally bottoms out. A hand comes to wrap around your jaw and your pulled into a messy kiss. You whine into Gins mouth and you let his tongue weave its way into yours. His hands slides down to your throat, giving your the sides of it a squeeze to softly block your air flow.

"Oh wow your fucking dripping," Gin coos, bucking up his hips teasingly.  He lets out a soft groan at the way your pussy feverishly grips his dick. You start to lift and lower your hips on his cock without warning, the sound of wet sweaty skin slapping mix and mingle in the sex steamed air. You want to scream at the way his dick fills you up so perfectly every time you snap your hips down on him.

The pleasure was overwhelming and after being neglected for so long, it was only multiplied, all you could do is bite down on his yukuta to keep your self grounded.

“Miss you,” you keep crying out, words muffled through the cloth you’re biting.  It was as if you were made for each other, your cunt sucking him in with each push and shove that hit at just the right spots.

“Yeah, there you go,” Gin hums, his thumbs rubbing circles into your hips. You alternate between that motion and grinding on him.He angles his hips just right, driving more firmly against that perfect spot each time you bounced up and down. You wonder if you’re still dreaming. It feels euphoric, being completely surrounded by his entire being - his intoxicating smell, the warmth from his skin, his voice filling your ears.

A mixture of pre cum and your juices accumulates at the base of his dick and every vein on his cock dragged against your velvety walls, catching on your entrance as you pulled back before falling back on to him.

“C’mon, cum,” he purrs, biting at your ear. “I know you want to. Listen—“ “You hear those sounds?”

The words have you tightening around Gins length, as you continued to lift your self faster up and down his dick. The soft groans he gives, the whines give too, mix and mingle in the sex-steamed air. Your head started to feel fuzzy and your skin jumped with sensitivity.

“fuck, it’s so deep gin... gonna cummmm” You whine as you wrapped your arms around his neck, and he leaned down to suck on the skin of your neck; licking and nipping at the bruised skin.

“let it go baby...” he growled, watching your hips rock against him.

Feverishly, your pussy tightens around his cock, your mouth opens but no sounds come out of it. Your orgasm runs though your body like a lighting, igniting every single nerve just to come crashing into you in a wave of relief.

"Hah~ yeah that feels good, hold on im almost done." Gin groans, taking ahold on your hips and moving your overstimulated body up and down.

“y/n,” he breathed out, a shiver crawling up his back at the vice grip your walls had around his cock. “shit…” his hips start to stutter and he harshly pulls you down, burying himself deep into your creamy pussy, relishing in the warm feeling, before pumping a heavy load of warm cum into your tummy. His cum wouldn’t stop until your belly was swollen with his hot seed, and he eventually pulls you in for another warm kiss.

When you pull apart, your left panting; eyes hooded with lust.

"You know.... back in my day girls actually went commando all the time."

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