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#it’d be like being threatened by a kitten
hakkais-hoe · 2 years
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Okay last request I promise
Please do this Catch up request: SHINICHIRO with an aggressive S/O who is most aggressive when hangry/sleepy but is overall a sweetheart to him (unless he does/says something TOO stupid then he gets reminded of his place lol) 😜
It's the other boys who get the worst of it (even wakasa lol I'm not sorry) because they're teenagers at the time (I count 18-19 as a teenager still) and teenagers are not known for smart decision making skills and good judgement... Nevermind their tendency to open their mouths like they get paid for it 😂
Thank you 🖤
Proof read n edited by the lovely @loonashadow 🥰
Age rating: 16+
Warnings: gang mention ofc, swearing, fighting.
A/n: honestly I did the last one to come though first so loonas req might make it seem like I’m ignoring everyone else’s but I’m not dwdw 😭 gettin to em
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Shinichiro Sano
Poor baby probably saw someone pretty n thought “21st time lucky”
Boy, was he lucky he’s ended up with the most aggressive little shit of a partner
Spends most of his time watching his partner scream bloody murder at his nicotine addicted vice leader over the slightest annoyance
Or kicking the ever loving shit out of anyone who pisses you off, or pisses him off for that matter; and you, being rather protective of your beloved boyfriend ofc
Tbf Shin enjoyed your aggressive side at the beginning of your relationship, he found it adorable
Luckily he’s rather placid n laid back with his partner, just clingy n likes to always touch you
When you’re having a food meltdown however, he can tell the moment he goes to touch you
Retreats the moment you lash out at him
Will immediately get you food (all of your favourite ofc cus he’s amazing)
“Here sweetheart got your shit! Uh food that is…” he trails off when he sees the disgust on your face
Watches Wakasa n his stupid cocky attitude get on the complete wrong side of you
Probably cries laughing when you end up beating the shit out of Waka or Keizo when they say something inappropriate or touch your food
I see him being very gentle with a sleep deprived s/o; probably ends a whole day with his gang the minuet you start yawning n takes you back to his to nap together
Wakasa Imaushi
He’s a little shit
Probably thinks it’d be funny to hide your snacks just to see how mad you get
Like he knew you were a ‘tad’ aggressive but he didn’t think he’d be walking home with a limp n two nice shiners on his face that one night
Steals your food n pisses you off way too much, doesn’t matter how much you love his pretty face you’ll still snap some harsh words n kick the shit outa him
Petty baby; will pout about it all day till you say something nice n give him some attention
Very good with you when you’re getting grumpy cos your sleepy tho
Without a doubt he wants to nap with you curled up against him
Probably just tells Shin he’s leaving, sits you on the back of his bike n drives home to sleep for however long you need
Does get the brunt of you anger most the time, but when on occasion it’s someone else pissing you off he cheers n whoops behind you
“Go on baby, give him a whack~ Think he deserves it~” Probably coos it like endearment 🙄
He’s such an annoying hoe
Will not let you ever leave him tho
Takeomi Akashi
Doesn’t have snacks on him ever
Probably offers you a cig 😭 mans not even joking cos it satisfies his hunger
Sighs when you’re threatening to kick the shit outa him n just walks off to get you snacks
Brings it back n hands it to you at arms length like feeding a feral cat
Also calls you a “feral kitten” unironically 🥲
He’s actually one of the better ones outa all of em though he’s pretty sweet with you n makes sure, after the first time, that you have all the food n snacks you want; keeps some in his bikes hold
You have to sit in his lap while you eat tho cos he’s clingy n wants to cuddle you when you’re happy
Loves loves loves when you’re getting sleepy n grumpy cos he can always tell when you start grumbling n pouting more that you definitely need to sleep
Feels you sag in his arms after a little bit so he lets Shin know n plonks you on the front of his bike so you don’t fall n takes ya home to bury the both of you in blankets
Keizo ‘Benkei’ Arashi
Only one that’s slightly prepared
Keeps snacks n shit in the hold of his bike
Usually refuses to share them cos he gets hangry too 😭 but when it comes to his baby they can have whatever they want
Starts stocking your favourites after a few times seeing you have a violent outburst cos you’re hungry, and probably only knows because you keep shouting about Waka stealing your last snack 😭
Loves watching you fighting with Wakasa; his best friend n s/o kicking the shit outa one another is the height of comedy to him
When you start getting sleepy and angry he literally just lifts you into his lap n lets you fall asleep on him
Giant teddy bear rly just lets you snuggle into him n probably keeps a jacket or summat on hand to wrap it around you
The best one outa all of em he’s so cute n feeds his baby all the time now
100% gentle giant
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world-of-aus · 2 years
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This has been living in my head rent free (and if I’m the only one that’s fine):
You’ve been a brat kr have had an attitude with Bucky and he 🐱 spanks/slaps you as punishment (and he may or may not be edging you. That’s up to you) and I just think it’d be so hot.
Feel free to take this and run with it if you like the idea! your writing is amazing so I hope you do and i can’t wait to see what you do with it (but don’t feel like you have to I know people are probably flooding you with better ideas/asks) 🥰
Pairing: Professional Dom!Bucky x Sub!Reader
Warnings: Smut 18+ Minors DNI (Fingering, edging, pussy slapping)
A/N: Thank you for sending this delicious, living in your head rent free idea in to me! This piece would definitely tie into THIS UNIVERSE.. Enjoy kitten 💋
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You had barely made it past the threshold of the playroom before he was on you. Your back now pressed to the velvet wall that displayed the various toys he would pull off there hooks for you.
There's a hand around your neck, a warning, "do I look like I'm messing around," he growls, "do I look like I won't punish you?" The whimper that bubbles past your lips is broken by the hold he has on you, "I'm going to fucking ruin you," he husks as the hand that isn't wrapped around your neck like a collar drifts south lifting your silk dress up to expose your bottom half to the chill of the playroom.
He cups your bear skin unsurprised by the find of no panties, but secretly thrilled at the way your eager legs spread. "Sir please," you gasp out, "I didn't," your sentence is broken by a choked moan as skin meets wet skin. "It's too late for apologies now bunny," he murmurs as he smoothes over the skin of your pussy, fingers gathering the slick thats pooled over the evening, "you should have thought about how sorry you might be when you decided to test me in front of friends."
Not wanting to anger the man further you bite back the moan that threatens to spill past your lips, "is it good when I touch you here," he questions as his fingers spread your folds, finger catching on your clit, "or maybe here," he adds as he dips a little further, single digit circling your hole that aches to be filled.
"Pl - ahh," you hiss as he delivers another smack to your sensitive skin. A smack that has you pressed and driving up the wall further. "Don't try and get away now," he murmurs as he closes in on you, "I've only just started, do you not want to play anymore?"
He's smacking you again, the action jolting you, "answer me bunny, do you not want to play?" You're nodding through a whimper he pulls from your lips, his fingers delving into the slick of your heat to search out that sensitive bundle of nerves. "Colors?"
"Green, red, yellow."
"Stop all play?"
"Winter."
His grin is Cheshire as he circles your clit with more fervor, "good girl," he murmurs as he leans in to tast your lips, "you know instead of being such a brat tonight you could have just told me you wanted to play, wanted to be roughed up a little."
"Bucky please," you beg, a gasp tumbling past as he pats your needy pussy, "mind your manners bunny," he warns as he slips his thick digits into your awaiting heat "if you want to come tonight, you're gonna have to beg me real sweet."
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djarinsbeskar · 2 years
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Omg thank you for your answer. I stopped everything to lay down to read it.
Do you think he’s ever also been worried that she won’t like what she sees? Or would that be too much like vanity?
Second question/comment - I loved seeing a glimpse of kitten being possessive of him. Obviously we’ve seen his jealousy in action. Is there going to be a bit of that from her. Personally I’d love it if she got all - get away from my man/family if grogu was there too
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Do you think he’s ever also been worried that she won’t like what she sees? Or would that be too much like vanity?
Since appearances have never really mattered to Mandalorians, I don’t think it’d be the thing Din would be worried about on a physical level. He already knows that regardless of how he looks, he makes that girls legs shake with how much pleasure he can give her.
I do think he’d be a little worried about his age though. I’ve mentioned previously that people can interpret Medic’s age to suit themselves, but in my mind she’s around 10-12 years younger than him. Again, this isn’t a big deal sort of worry, but he sometimes wonders if he’s stealing her from a life she might have with someone younger (obviously not because young men are trash, long live the older man). We saw it a little when he first met Kai, who is around four years older than her which is quite a bit younger than Din.   
It's never out of vanity, I don’t think Din knows the word. Not unless it has to do with marksmanship or how quickly he can give Medic an orgasm of course, then he definitely has a little bit of an ego. It’s never from a self-centred view.
TL;DR – he doesn’t think appearance has much to do with his relationship with Medic, but he sometimes thinks he might be a little old for her.
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Second question/comment - I loved seeing a glimpse of kitten being possessive of him. Obviously we’ve seen his jealousy in action. Is there going to be a bit of that from her. Personally I’d love it if she got all - get away from my man/family if grogu was there too
Now, Medic and jealousyyyy, my goodness.
This woman is more panther than kitten outside the bedroom, and Maker help anyone who threatens or undermines her found family. She’s far more heated and emotional when it comes to people threatening her family than she is her relationship, truth be told. By the time we get to Pamarthe, her relationship with Din is quite strong after the ordeal of the New Republic Arc, but there’s a question mark over her family with knowledge that Grogu won’t be with them for long. So she is definitely more likely to lash out about that sensitive topic than anything else at the moment.
One thing I adore about Medic as a character, is her self-confidence. It’s not unshakable, she definitely has her moments like we all do, but she refuses to be needlessly humble or self-deprecating when she knows she’s pretty and capable and is damn good in bed. Like with Din, I don’t think jealous is the right word, because it insinuates a level of mistrust. That he/she might do something or run off with someone else if the other doesn’t chase the temptation away.
That’s not to say that there won’t be instances where people come onto Din in front of her, and let’s not forget that Medic is both passionate and calculating. She’ll do what any sensible, well-educated woman would do in that situation; she’ll destroy the offending person with scathing intelligence, cool professionalism and a sinister glare that would scare anyone stupid enough to ignore the signs that he’s not available.
Medic likes people to know that that’s her man. She doesn’t need to be catty (excuse the pun) or vindictive, but she’s also not above reminding him of how lucky he is in bed after a day of other women flirting with him. He’s completely oblivious, lets be honest, but he loves the result when his kitten gets fiery and demanding and in need of a good fuck to unwind.
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vonochs · 1 year
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advantages of have-nots
-- SOMETIMES, MONICA WOULD have laid on the floor.
Her mom would cluck her tongue, cast her glance over her and say something along the lines of “ don’t do that ”, just as any self-respecting parent would do when they saw their child lounging about, but the results usually ended up being more or less the same: the prompt meant that Monica’d do nothing more than curl up further, than allow herself to pick at the crust that’d appear in the cracks of the floor and giggle to herself.
It was novel, after all. Laying on the floor brought a whole different perspective to the world and her tasks in the most literal of senses. Eating food felt all the more exciting when her head was cocked at such an angle that she ran the risk of choking herself, and the thought process carried on to far more dangerous things like riding a horse or sliding down the roof of their home.
The change, the thrill of it all from doing oh, so little on her part, by doing nothing more than making the slightest of tweaks to her life in order to experience something so vastly different: that’s what threatened joy for her, just those few times. Those moments when things that were different were good.
Edelgard’s shift was different.
When someone’s hair goes from brown to white, you typically think they’d dyed it. That’s what Monica had assumed, what she’d stated when the girl showed up in front of her again.
The details, well...
She’d never been proven wrong, at the very least, so she had little reason to assume otherwise! If Edelgard had a bit more awkward to play with after that fact - when she had the time to play with her at all, really - then it wasn’t for her to pry.
It was skewed it was different it was wrong, and although Monica couldn’t- wouldn’t- shouldn’t be able to place a name to that feeling, no one could, she scratches at the back of such a thought when her hands are tied behind her back and she finds herself on the floor once more.
She was there for three months. For three months she thought about her mother telling her to get up. For three months she thought- Edelgard.
Why? She’d only seen the girl again in passing when she’d returned to the school, offered a few meek and kind greetings but never enough to think that she’d actually made an impression to the girl, never enough to get her clogged up in her brain. Nausea accompanied her on that floor in the same way that longing threatened to, and for the life of her she couldn’t figure out why the latter seemed so pertinent in her head.
Maybe. Maybe. Maybe I’ll see her again, get out of here and figure something out.
She had, ish... no, she had, period. she’d been lifted up by the scruff of her neck like a wet kitten and dredged back up into the Monastery. She’d passed by Edelgard and smiled primly and it’d been enough and fine and the questions in the back of her head only got worse and worse and--
AGH.
There’s nothing worse than the intense memory of second-hand embarrassment, and it hits Monica just as class draws to a close. All she can do is bury her head into her hands as the thought chases her though her mind, sighing fervently and then glancing back upwards.
She’s there. Right there, y’know.
That’s right. Not a single thing is preventing her from getting up and extending a hand, from warbling through a greeting, to-
Ah. She’s there already. Hm.
Monica finds herself on the floor all again, fumbling to find words for once in her life. “ Uuuhm, Edel? “ She’d hummed, hands wrapped round her back. “ You wouldn’t happen to have, uhm, “ what, “ aaaa... cat food? “ and???? “ To. Erhm. Feed the cats, you know. They’ve been ‘round campus soooo much, we really should have a squad dedicated to taking care of them all! Lest they grow hungry and all that. “
Nailed it, in all your fabulous failure.
@hresvelged
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morganbritton132 · 3 years
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I want a fic where Zemo gets deaged or amnesia or something and Sam and Bucky have to convince him that his father sent them to keep him safe. Then you can go two ways with it. Zemo with the mindset of this young, rich Baron who doesn’t take any of this or Sam and Bucky seriously and needles at them to piss them off because he can or Zemo who knows for a fact that his father would not trust his safety in the hands of two dumb Americans and sticks around solely to figure out what’s going on.
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luxeavenger · 3 years
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My Thighs Are Connected To You
Part of the Backstage Pass (rockstar Bucky/Steve/Nat/Clint) series [Bucky's birthday edition]
Rating: Explicit (MINORS DNI) Parings: rockstar!Bucky Barnes x rockstar!Steve Rogers x female!reader
Word Count: 4361
Summary: It's Bucky's birthday, and special accommodations are required to grant his birthday wish.
Warnings: BDSM, BDSM scene, threesome, rope bondage, gags strap on, anal sex/fingering/fisting/gaping (no prolapse), face fucking, choking/gagging/retching on cock (no vomit), vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, spit roasting, filming, spit kink, praise kink, aftercare, dom/sub, dom Steve, sub reader, sub Bucky, top Steve, top reader, bottom Bucky, pet names (doll/dollface/kitten)
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Scott put his foot down, and said you weren’t allowed to tie the super soldiers up in the RV anymore. Bucky enjoyed being tied up immensely, and sometimes forgot his own strength. Scott’s last straw was when Bucky had torn a hole clear through the side of the RV because the RV gave before the handcuffs did. The band was waylaid for three weeks because Scott had to park it in a parking garage in Bumfuck, Nowhere while he hunted down the supplies he needed to fix it.
So Bucky makes Scott drive 250 miles out of his way to a BDSM club in Vegas where you and Steve could rent a room for a few hours to give Bucky what he wanted for his birthday, and spare any collateral damage to the RV.
The arrival in Vegas was delayed by three days because of Bucky and Scott’s petty bickering. Scott bitched about how pampered—how downright spoiled rotten—Bucky’s genitals were, and Bucky continually threatened to ride right on the goddamned dashboard with his cock out, just so Scott could get a real good look at exactly how spoiled it actually fucking was.
Scott was taking his time getting there just to be a bitch, which is ridiculous, because the whole reason for going was for his benefit—to spare his beloved RV. So you tell Scott if he doesn’t stop dicking around and get you there you’d stick your boot so far up his ass he’d taste the gum stuck to the sole. Then you’d threatened to park your boot in Bucky’s ass if he didn’t stop needling Scott constantly. His response was to growl, “Don’t threaten me with a good time, kitten,” but he’d thankfully moved to glowering at Scott from the couch for the time being.
Clint, Nat, and Steve take bets about whose ass would taste shoe leather first: Bucky or Scott. Nat’s money was on Scott and his wicked stubborn streak. Knowing what a pain in the ass Bucky could be once he was wound up, that’s where Steve’s money was. Clint had gone rogue, doubling down and betting it’d be both. He shrugs and explains, “Well, she does have two boots, after all.”
So, three days late, and one very surly Bucky later, you and Steve are unpacking a duffel bag full of supplies in a meticulously clean red and black room.
Impatient to get started, Bucky starts acting like a busybody and getting underfoot, so Steve tells him to be still, or he’ll cancel Bucky’s birthday entirely. Now he’s perched quietly on the chair in the corner, legs folded underneath him, watching with owlish eyes.
“Why don’t you help him undress?” Steve suggests to you.
Bucky pipes up, “I’m a grown man, I don’t need help undressing.”
“Shut your cock holder, Barnes,” Steve shoots back, bristling.
You pinch Bucky’s cheek and say, “Will you please just let us spoil you?” Then you baby talk, “It’s your birthday after all.”
“Not anymore,” he grumbles quietly.
You choose to ignore his remark, and tug his clothes off, piece by piece. Every item of clothing you take off of him eases the annoyed crease in his brow a little bit more.
“I’m almost ready for you, Buck. Why don’t you help our girl undress?”
You smile at Bucky angelically. “Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about. C’mere, kitten.” He pats his lap, and murmurs a quiet good girl when you comply. He undresses you, but sprinkles a liberal amount of kissing and touching between each item of clothing he removes. You’re both giggling and grinding against each other by the time he’s done.
“Okay, okay,” Steve lifts you off Bucky, “that’s enough, children. You, here.” He snaps his fingers and points to you then a spot on the floor in front of him.
“Aye, aye, Captain.” A low growl rolls out of him at the title. You see he’s splendidly naked now too, and you give a quiet wolf whistle.
He helps you step into a black leather strap-on harness that he buckles around your hips, complete with a heavy purple cock that’s so thick you have to use both hands to get your fingers all the way around it, and so long it hangs nearly to your knees. Then he buckles a short knife in a sheath around your bare thigh. You’re giggling and bouncing around the room on the balls of your feet to test the new weight tilting your hips forward and subtly changing your center of gravity.
Several minutes later, Steve asks, “Dollface, can you bring me your panties?”
“Yes, Stevie,” you dig them out of the pile of clothes and take them to him.
While you were flouncing around playing with your new dick, Steve—operating with precision and efficiency—has put Bucky on his knees, and tied him up like a gift. Red and white rope twists around his legs, frog-tying his thick, muscular thighs to his calves, keeping him kneeling on the ebony hardwood floor. His arms are bound behind his back, forearms joined with navy blue and white rope, strapped down to his chest, each hand hanging below the opposite elbow. Another length of red rope knotted around his neck to fashion a short leash with a heavy duty carabiner hanging from the end.
“Bucky,” you gasp, “you look beautiful.”
Softly, Bucky replies, “Thank you.” He keeps his head down, a curtain of shiny chestnut hair falling around his face.
“We both have knives, dollface,” he pats the sheaths strapped to his thick thigh and yours, “your panties are in his hand. If he drops them, we cut him out of the ropes. No questions, no hesitation.” Steve’s the boss, so you nod. He’s already gone over everything with you, several times in the last couple days, but it’s important stuff, because even though Bucky could get out of the ropes if he really wanted to, he shouldn’t have to. In order to fully let himself go, he’s trusting Steve—and by extension, you—to take care of him.
“Watch,” he tells you. He pinches Bucky’s chin and tips his face upwards. Bucky’s eyes don’t follow his face upward, but hover somewhere around Steve’s navel. “Buck,” it’s low, sharp, and commanding, and when Steve says it, Bucky’s crystalline eyes snap up to meet his. His eyes are wide and glassy, gaze attentive and expectant. “Open,” Steve’s hardly gotten the word out and Bucky’s mouth falls open. He slips the ring of a spider gag between Bucky’s teeth. As Steve buckles the strap of the gag behind his head, you watch Bucky’s pupils blow wide, eating up the ocean of blue.
Steve runs a thumb bearing a crown tattoo over the sharp angle of Bucky’s scruffy jaw, knuckles tattooed with S L U T skritch through his short beard. “So good for us, Buck.” His eyes flutter shut and he nuzzles his cheek into Steve’s palm. Steve slips two fingers past the wide o-ring, and pushes them to the back of Bucky’s throat, digging for his gag reflex until he chokes wetly. His tongue pushes a runnel of drool over his lip to course down the scruff on his cleft chin and patter onto the wood floor.
“Now, our pretty girl is going to fuck you with her big cock, and if you’re very, very good for her I’ll get your cunt nice and wet and fist fuck it as a reward. Can you be good for us?” Bucky whimpers, a loud sound without the shelter of his lips to hide behind. He nods so vigorously a hank of hair falls in his eyes, and he tries desperately to shake it out of his face so he can keep his eyes on Steve.
Steve chuckles and removes the ponytail holder from his wrist, and starts to put Bucky’s hair into a half bun to keep it out of his eyes. To you he says, “You can go ahead. He put a plug in this morning, so just pull it out, lube up a little, and go to town. Don’t be shy either, he can take it.”
You nod at Steve, and bend to place a soft kiss on Bucky’s cheek. His eyes drift shut again, and he leans into your lips just enough to make your heart skip a beat.
Behind Bucky, you find a few supplies Steve has laid out. For you, there’s a bottle of lube and a bath towel. You kneel behind Bucky, tugging at the end of the thick black plug stuffed in his ass, you gently work it out of him. You drop the plug onto the towel, and drizzle some lube into your palm and use both hands to spread it over the purple dildo. You bracket his legs with yours and feed the thick head into Bucky.
A muscle in his flank twitches like he wants to push back onto you but is fighting it, and you smooth a hand over the shuddering muscle, quietly shushing him while you work your cock into him. The hair on the back of your neck stands up like there are eyes on you, and look up to find Steve watching you intently. One hand on Bucky’s chin to keep his face tilted up, and the other stroking over his leaking cock, precome dribbling off the heavy PA piercing, and bobbing inches from Bucky’s face with each stroke.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he says to Bucky’s upturned face. You nod, not realizing that he means both you and Bucky were astoundingly beautiful.
Loud groans issue from Bucky’s throat, as thick and sweet as treacle. When your hips are flush with his cheeks you make several firm, shallow thrusts and the meat of Bucky’s ass ripples with the percussive impact. Then you pull out nearly all the way to fuck back in hard, and the noises stop abruptly as Steve slides his cock past the o-ring in the gag. A thrill shoots up your spine, and your cunt dribbles slick. You never thought you’d be at this end of a spitroast, and you made a mental note to extravagantly thank Bucky later for wanting this for his birthday.
Bucky’s body is rocking backwards as Steve is throat-fucking him so hard it’s pushing him onto your dick. Steve starts to fuck his face in earnest, pushing wet glottal slaps out of the tight channel.
“God, fuck. So good for us, Buck,” Steve grunts.
“So good,” you echo.
Bucky gags thickly, and Steve grins down at him, “Yeah. That’s right. I fucking want you to choke on it.” He cups a hand around the back of Bucky’s head, and holds his cock deep in his throat. Your hips slap against Bucky’s ass pushing Steve’s length incrementally farther down his throat. Bucky tries several times to swallow around the intrusion, but it just makes Steve groan and grind his pelvis against Bucky’s face.
He holds him there like that for an impossibly long time, until, finally, Bucky begins to fight a little, struggling against the restraining hand. You wonder if Bucky is going to drop your panties, but his fingers don’t loosen around them one bit.
Still, Steve isn’t letting up. “I told you to fucking choke,” Steve growls through clenched teeth. A beat later, Bucky retches.
Baring his teeth, Steve snarls, “Again.” Bucky’s toes curl against your legs, and he loudly heaves. Steve lets out a rattling groan, and comes down Bucky’s throat before pulling out completely. Bucky’s head tilts down, and he coughs and hacks up a wad of foamy spit, come, and bile onto the floor. Some of it gets caught on the gag, and hangs messily from his chin in ropes. Bucky’s breathing is quick, wet, and painful sounding. His cock is excruciatingly hard, leaking a puddle of precome on the floor between his legs.
Steve walks to stand behind you, and gives a low hum of admiration. “Buck, you should see how amazing our girl looks right now. She’s doing such a good job. I bet it feels incredible. Doll, do you mind if I take a video?”
You watch Bucky’s hole clench around your cock when you breathily answer, “Sure, Stevie.”
Steve retrieves his phone from his pants, and fires up the camera. He starts filming farther behind you, and slowly pans over your shoulder. It’s a pristine view of your hips pushing the big purple cock in and out of Bucky’s messy hole. Steve’s fingers trace around his rim and he murmurs directions to you: go harder, and fuck him faster, and yeah just like that, with a groaned good girl, when you obey his orders. He flips the camera around to get a shot of your flushed and sweat-dampened face to go with the breathy moans you’re making. He turns his face into yours for a kiss, and you meet him halfway, your hips never faltering while Steve’s tongue plunges into your mouth.
“Okay, stop, doll,” he says after awhile, gingerly tugging your cock out of Bucky, “Nono, stay where you are,” he gently restrains you when you try to move away. He keeps his phone aimed at Bucky’s ass. “Get your fingers in there. Yeah, that’s good.” Steve directs like he’s producing an award-winning film, “Two’s fine. Like that. Yeah. Mmm. Use both hands. Spread them out. Open him up. Good girl. Fuck yeah. Just like that.”
You’ve got two fingers from each hand hooked inside of Bucky’s rim, and Steve has you pull him open, so he can get a good look at the gape you’d created with your thick dildo. He noses along your neck, to murmur in your ear, “See that?” He spanks Bucky’s asshole with his fingertips to watch it quiver. “You did that. You wrecked his cunt. Looks so fucking good, don’t it? That was all you, dollface. You fucked him so fucking good.” Hovering over Bucky’s ass with the camera zoomed in on his hole, he expertly hawks a wad of spit so it lands right inside of the gape. He chases it with three fingers. “You fucked him good, now I'm gonna get my fist in his guts and fuck him stupid.”
He unbuckles the harness around your hips and tosses the strap-on onto the bath towel. “But first,” he stands, dragging you up next to him, and hooking his chin over your shoulder. He takes up his camera again, aiming it at your face, “I bet you’re so fucking wet right now.” He dips his fingers between your legs. He hisses when he feels how soaked you are, pushes his fingers into you and makes your hips buck. He catches your wanton moan on camera, then directs the view to his fingers, shiny with your juices. “You’re fucking dripping, doll. I bet you wanna come.” His voice is low and husky in your ear and when you whine, you can feel the smile that curls over his lips.
“Come on, sweetheart,” he tosses his phone aside and offers you his hand, a gentlemanly gesture that seems out of place in a room where one of your boyfriends is tied up, and about to have your other boyfriend’s fist inside of him. He pushes you down to the floor in front of Bucky, and spreads your thighs wide. Bucky doesn’t move, but he’s eyeing your pussy like he’s starving for it. His face is a mess, dried tear tracks down his cheeks, drool steadily coursing down his chin, he looks absolutely ruined. Steve removes the spider gag, and tugs on the leash that dangles from his neck. He clips the carabiner at the end to a heavy o-ring embedded in the floor. This puts Bucky’s face a couple inches above your pussy. Close enough that you can feel his shaky exhales ghosting across your cunt.
“Tell him what you want, doll,” Steve says as he pushes his fingers into your pussy. He pumps his fingertips against your g-spot, and you moan. A desperate sound leaks from Bucky’s throat. “Tell him what to do. Use him to get yourself off,” Steve purrs in your ear. It makes you even wetter, eliciting obscene squelches when Steve’s thick digits push into you. He takes one of your nipples into his mouth, you arch into him, and his fingers pump faster and faster. His palm grinds against your clit and your hips buck into his hand. Soon the quivering walls of your cunt are clenching down on Steve’s fingers, and you’re shouting his name while you come. Bucky is still hovering above you, a wounded look on his face, with a forlorn whimper trapped behind his lips.
Steve stuffs his slick-covered fingers into Bucky’s mouth, and his lips automatically seal around them, sucking and tonguing at them, hungry for a taste of you. He tugs Bucky’s leash until his face is flush with your pussy. “Tell him what to do. Use him,” Steve reminds you before he stands and grabs his phone again before disappearing behind Bucky.
Bucky’s lips are quivering against your cunt, but he doesn’t move to taste you. His eyes are on yours, and there's a soft and questioning look on his face. This is not at all the Bucky you’ve come to know. Usually handsy, commanding, demanding, he takes what he wants. Now you’re the one who gets to take, and it gives you goosebumps.
“Tongue out, Buck,” and you’re proud that your voice only wavers a small amount, and doesn’t belie how turned on you are. Bucky’s tongue slips shakily out of his mouth, brushing up against your folds. His eyes shut and he groans long and low at your taste. You grab the hair at the nape of his neck and pull his tongue deeper into your cunt. “Lick,” you moan as he immediately picks up the order, shaking his head side to side to get as deep as he can, slurping and tongue fucking your cunt like his life depends on it.
Steve is behind him, slicking up his fist, and pushing lube from a big jar into Bucky’s ass. He feeds four fingers into him and a shudder ripples up Bucky’s spine. After a few push-pulls of his fingers up to the web of his thumb, Steve adds his thumb by folding it into his palm and nudges his whole hand past Bucky’s stretched out rim. He balls his meaty hand into a fist and strums his knuckles against Bucky’s prostate until he sobs against your pussy.
You’re damn close to coming on Bucky’s tongue, but when he starts grunting rhythmically, you know you need to see what Steve is doing. You speed up your orgasm by making Bucky wrap his lips around your clit. When you come, Bucky slurps at your gash until you have to physically pull his face from between your lips using his hair. You scoot out from under him, and he lets his face sink to the floor, his cheek resting on the cool hardwood. Everything below his nose is shiny with your juices, and he’s mouthing the word fuck, but sound isn’t coming out of him anymore.
Steve told Bucky he was going to wreck his cunt, and that’s exactly what he’s doing. Steve’s using his balled up fist to punch-fuck Bucky’s ass: his fist coming all the way out of Bucky before punching back in. It looks brutal, but judging by the way Bucky’s drooling on the floor right now, you’d wager, if he could speak, he’d tell you he was somewhere north of heaven right now.
With the hand that isn’t wrecking Bucky, Steve is filming with his phone. When you sidle up beside him he sets it aside, and sinks his fist deep into Bucky, almost up to his fucking elbow, pushing a moan out of the kneeling man, like he’s Steve’s goddamned puppet. Steve gives you a deep kiss. He presses your foreheads together and asks, “Did you come, doll?” You nod, and he looks very pleased. “I’m glad. You’re doing so well. So good for me. Do you wanna help me?” He chuckles at the slow smile that spreads across your face.
He nods at the jar of lube beside him, and instructs you to smear a generous amount on your hand and over your wrist. Then he holds out his lube-shiny hand with his fingers spread so you can interlace your fingers with his. You sit on his lap, and he slowly pushes your combined hands into Bucky. Now much more gently, Steve slides you both shallowly back and forth. You’ve fingered both of the guys before, but this? This is beyond out of this world. This was a whole other planet entirely. Nothing could possibly have prepared you for how amazing it felt to have Bucky so vulnerable in front of you, and to feel the pulse of his heartbeat wrapped around your fist. You hiss an awed curse.
“Okay, doll. We’re gonna make him come now, then we’ll cut him loose.” He directs the pressure over Bucky’s prostate again, and Bucky starts whining pleasepleaseplease quietly.
“Tell him, doll,” Steve says quietly, jerking his chin toward Bucky, “tell him he can come. Tell him how good he is.”
“Bucky? Babe? You’ve been so good for us. You did such a good job today. ‘M so proud of you. We want you to come for us. Be a good boy and come for us. Now.”
An incoherent noise warbles out of Bucky, his ass quivering weakly around you and Steve’s wrists. His cock jerks when he comes hard, splashing hot, salty fluid over his thighs and chest.
Steve gives Bucky’s body a moment to come down from his orgasm, then gently works your hands free of Bucky’s sloppy hole one at a time. Steve rises to his knees and strips his cock a few times with the hand that was just inside of Bucky, and comes in hot ropes over his gaping hole.
He motions to your knife, and you help him carefully cut the ropes off Bucky. Steve helps him sit up, and when Bucky’s arm goes around his neck Steve scoops him up and bridal carries him to the low, blanket-covered bed against one wall, rolling him over onto his stomach. He sends you into the attached bathroom and instructs you to bring back a couple cold, and a couple warm wet washcloths.
Steve uses the warm washcloths to mop up the mess on Bucky’s face, and to gingerly clean his well-used hole. You use the cool washcloths to wipe the sweat off his skin. You also have a soft cloth you use to dry Bucky’s vibranium arm after you’ve wiped it down. You don’t offer to remove it for a more thorough cleaning, because, unless it’s really bothering him, he tends to feel helpless and off-kilter without it.
Steve has a bottle of massage oil, and squeezes some into his palms and begins rubbing Bucky’s legs, up to his lower back, all the way up to his neck, paying special attention to the muscles around his vibranium shoulder, because they’re always extra tight from the added weight.
Sitting on the floor next to the bed, you bring a bottle of water with a straw in it to Bucky’s lips, and he smiles at you gratefully before taking several pulls from the straw. You have a chocolate bar for him too, and you break off small pieces of it and feed it to him, encouraging him to take sips of water between each bite.
You and Steve both murmur generous amounts of praise to Bucky as you take care of him. When Steve rolls him over to massage his quads and chest, you take Bucky’s head into your lap and work the ponytail holder out of his hair and run a comb through it until there are no more knots in it and it fans out around his head like a soft chestnut halo.
Steve finishes massaging Bucky then leaves him with you for a moment so he can restore a little order to the room. Bucky rolls onto his side, nuzzles his face into your stomach and wraps his arms around your side, squeezing gently.
He looks up at you, smiling at you so sweetly and says, “Hi, kitten,” in a husky whisper.
You run a soothing hand over his shoulder and smile at him. “Hi, Buck,” you murmur. “Did you have a good time? Are you okay?”
He nods an affirmative, and smiles at you. You carefully trace some of the rope marks that criss-cross his chest and arms, softly telling him they look so pretty where they twist and twirl over his pale, tattooed skin. He preens as the compliment.
Steve’s back with a bottle of water for you. He’s chugging a bottle of his own, and indicates wordlessly that you needed to do the same. You drink some, and eat a bit of the chocolate bar, popping pieces into Bucky’s mouth too when he opens it.
“You did really well,” Bucky purrs at you. “Thank you.”
“Bucky, thank you for trusting me enough to let me help Stevie.”
“You both did very well,” Steve interjects. “Now let's have a little nap and then a shower before we wear out the welcome on this room.”
Steve motions for you to scoot against Bucky’s front, and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you to his tattooed chest. Then Steve swaddles you both in the blanket. Steve curls around Bucky’s back, but goes up on one arm and uses a big palm to turn Bucky’s head around to face him. He traces gently over Bucky’s cheek and they kiss so tenderly. They press their foreheads together and murmur words of love and gratitude between them, until Steve instructs Bucky to sleep. Then Steve’s hand drapes over Bucky’s hip to squeeze yours. Bucky catches your thigh between his, and reaches to cup his metal palm over your ass to make sure you stay close.
Bracketed by his two favorite people, and cocooned in their warm arms, Bucky is the first one of you to drift off to sleep.
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sunnyville36 · 3 years
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Put it on me
Requested from anon
Pairing: Lee Felix x fem reader
Themes/warnings: idol!verse Felix, light angst/argument, make-up sex, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex (stay safe out there folks!), slightly rough sex
Word count: 1.6k
As always, happy to hear your thoughts, and thank you for reading!
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You’re staring at the half eaten meal on your plate when you hear the door open.
You and Felix have barely had 2 seconds to spend with each other the past few weeks with Stray Kids working on their upcoming comeback, so you thought you would surprise him by making your signature chicken carbonara that he’s been dying to try.  You had texted him earlier to tell him your plans and he had sounded super excited.  He mentioned dance practice might run long, but told you he would come straight over to your place when it ended to spend some time with you.  So you put his portion in the oven to keep it warm and waited for a text saying he was on his way, but it had been over 3 hours since their practice should have ended and you hadn’t heard anything from him.
Your boyfriend comes around the corner into the kitchen, and you can immediately tell he’s not in a good mood, but you hope some food might lift his spirits.
“Hey Lixie,” you say, standing up and crossing the short space to give him a quick hug.
He wraps his arms loosely around you, trying to keep his sweat-stained tank top from ruining your shirt.  “Hi Y/n.”
“How was practice?”
“Fucking exhausting,” he sighs, plopping down in a seat at the table and letting his head fall into his hands.
“I can only imagine,” you respond, making your way over to the oven.  “Maybe something to eat will make you feel better?”
“Oh, I-I’m not hungry, baby.”
You turn back to him, see his head is still in his hands.  He’s trying too hard not to interact with you, and you feel like something’s up.
“After that insanely long practice?  You must be.”
“I uh… I ate with the boys.”
You feel a knot twist in your stomach, but try not to jump to conclusions.  “Lix, dinner must have been hours ago by now; come on you should eat something, I kept your pasta in the oven - “
“I just came from eating,” he interrupts, looking anywhere but the spot where you’re standing with one hand on the oven door.
“You what?” you ask, voice quiet.
“After practice ended, we all went up the street to that 24-hour ramen place.”
His head is bowed, eyes looking at his lap, and you can tell he’s feeling guilty.  And you know it’s petty, and you should really just brush it off and move on, but you find yourself feeling more hurt than you thought you would.
“But I… we said we were going to spend some time together tonight, and I made this special just for you…” you trail off, trying hard to stem the tiny drops of tears threatening to spill down your cheeks.
“I know but - look, the members were at each other’s throats all night and it was such a tough session and I didn’t wanna just bail on them when Chan suggested we all grab food to sort it out - “
“So you decided to bail on me instead?” you scoff, anger rising in your chest.
“No, it wasn’t like that, I’m still here aren’t I?”
“You could have at least texted me about the change of plans.  I’ve been waiting here for hours thinking you’d walk in the door any minute when you might not have even shown up at all!”
“Well I’m sorry my life doesn’t revolve around how you spend your time sitting around!” he snaps back, throwing up his hands in an annoyed shrug.
“Right.  Because all I do with my time is sit around pining after you.  You know, this was one of the only free times for me too, and now it’s wasted.”
The air is tense between the two of you.  You’re rapidly moving towards a full blown fight, and this is far from how you wanted your evening to go.
“So I’ll just go then, if your precious plans are ruined,” Felix mumbles, standing to grab his jacket from the hook by the door.
In all honesty, it’d be better if you let him leave, give the both of you time to cool down.  But you’re too upset to think rationally, and all you can see is him not even caring enough to stay despite your disagreement.
“So you’d rather walk away than talk about this?”
He turns back, fists balling at his sides.  “We’re not talking, you’re just yelling at me, and I didn’t even do anything!”
“It’s not what you do; it’s what you don’t do.  You never even want to spend time with me anymore!  I feel like you only want me around when it’s convenient for you!” you shout, voice wavering.
Something shifts in his eyes then, as he stares at you from across the room.  He looks hurt, offended almost, more angry about what you just said than at any previous point in your argument.
“That’s not true.”
“Really?” you press, enthralled by his aura, his usual lighthearted demeanor being replaced with one oozing with dominance.  With desire.
“Of course I want to be with you.  Always,” he says, voice low.  Assertive.  Sexy.
“Then prove it.”
He’s on you in a matter of seconds, hands grabbing your face and lips crashing against yours.  Your own hands find themselves on either side of his slim waist, still sticky from sweat and exertion.  He pushes you up against the counter, melding your bodies impossibly closer as his tongue slips into your mouth.  The kiss is messy, filthy, nothing like the two of you normally do during your lazy makeout sessions.  His leg is slotted between both of yours, and the tensing of his thigh against your core as he moves to lean over you makes you heady with want.
Suddenly, you’re turned around in his hold, your back flush to his front, hiding nothing from you as you feel the hardness in his pants growing against your ass.  He’s frenzied, his normally delicate touches replaced with rough grabs, one hand sliding up to cup your breast, the other dipping below the hem of your skirt to run along the damp folds of your panties.  He brings his lips to your ear, his words sending a shiver down your spine.
“Want me to show you what I never get tired of tasting?”
“Mmhmm,” you whimper, letting him half-drag, half-carry you over to the living room and ease you onto the couch, the first gentle touch from him since this whole thing began.  That turns out to be short lived, as the next thing you know he’s on his knees in front of you, flinging your legs apart and waiting for your almost imperceptible nod before moving your panties to the side and bringing his mouth to you.
He devours your pussy, licking up and down your center and sucking on your clit.  You moan his name, and you can feel him smile against you as he focuses his tongue on teasing your clit with little kitten licks while ramming two of his fingers inside you.  Normally it takes you begging to get him to be this rough with you, but something about your fight must have got him really riled up, and you weren’t about to complain.
After bringing you to the brink of your high a few times but never quite enough to send you over, he lifts his head from between your legs, mouth dripping with your essence, and moves behind you on the couch, gently positioning you on your hands and knees.  He leans his whole body over yours, again whispering his question in your ear.
“Can I fuck you like this?”
You rarely do it from behind, but every time you have you’ve loved it, so you nod your head eagerly, letting out a breathy “yes.”
He’s ready as soon as you say so, pushing into you with such force you jolt forward slightly, your laughter-tinged gasp giving him a sign of just how much you enjoy it.
“Oh, you like that, don’t you, kitten?” he purrs, lifting you up off your arms so your torso rests on his chest.
“Yes… fuck... Felix, please more.”
He draws out then pushes back in, picking up the pace each time.  Soon he’s pounding into you, his left arm supporting your hip and his right arm wrapped loosely around your neck as you lean against him.  The way his cock is angled is causing him to hit you perfectly each time, and you’re moaning his name again as you feel his quick hot breaths next to your ear.
“You promise to never doubt how much I want you?” he growls out, voice strained from the effort not to release just yet.
“Yes, yes, Felix I promise, please let me cum, please.”
“Let go for me baby.”
You reach your peak at the same time, his groan in sync with your high pitched scream.
When you’re both aware enough to speak again, Felix pulls you down to sit between his legs, leaning you against his chest.
“You were right,” he starts, voice sincere, “about - about earlier.  I’m sorry I didn’t tell you where I was all that time and I’m sorry for leaving you alone when I promised we’d spend the evening together.”
You look up at him, wanting to apologize as well.  “I’m sorry about what I said.  I know you’re not intentionally neglecting me.  I’ve just been upset recently that we don’t have a lot of time together anymore.  But I should have told you that earlier; I shouldn’t have brought that up in an argument.”
“So we’re even then?” he asks, a mischievous glint in his eye.
You give him a playful punch to the chest, smiling.  “Yeah, we’re even.”
“Then I think it’s time for round two.”
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voiceswithoutlips · 3 years
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Calico - Chapter One
— pairing: Hybrid ot7 x Human Reader (Female) — genre: hybrid AU , fluff, angst, slow burn (like real slow), eventual smut — word count: 1.8K — Rating: M — warnings: trauma, mention of past abuse. 
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— chapter summary: 
Y/N runs a animal shelter, Calico was built on a simple principle, to help those who were in need. What will Y/N do when her sanctuary is threatened by an unexpected hybrid?
— A/N: This is going to be a series, I’m just getting back to writing, so I’d really appreciate your input and feedback <3
Ch. 2 Ch. 3 Ch. 3.5 Ch. 4 Ch. 5 Ch. 6
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“So do you like your new puppy?” I asked the little girl that was trying to hold a squirming golden retriever pup. She frantically nodded her head. How cute!
“Congratulations on the new addition to your family! We’ll send someone for an inspection soon but I don't see how there can be any problems,” I reassured the parents. They were proudly beaming at their daughter, I doubt they even heard what you said. 
“I’m going to name him Bubbles!” Sana squeaked excitedly as the family left with their new pet. I suppressed a giggle, I was a sucker for cuteness. 
Seeing one of our animals get adopted was the best feeling in the world. Running a shelter was not the easiest thing in the world, grumpy animals, grumpy humans and an abundance of body fluids to clean up but it was rewarding. Calico was a no-kill shelter, a privately owned animal shelter. The upside was that we didn’t have to rely on the government for funding, the downside was the paperwork. Every animal that came to the shelter had to be meticulously checked and catalogued. 
The legalities were another headache. Most animals that came to Calico were rescues. We worked with several animal rights organizations that collected evidence and built cases against the owners. Sometimes we got rescues that weren’t exactly legal so we had to get the evidence and build the case ourselves. That’s why Calico had Song Hwa, a badass lawyer. She was just five feet tall but she could stare down men twice her size. 
“One down, two to go,” Jason said as he plopped down on the couch in your office. He was the head veterinarian at Calico, overseeing the health of the animals. He was also my best friend. 
“We have three potential families visiting tomorrow. How’s Hector doing?” I asked as I stretched in your chair. 
“He’s good but I’m still against the name Hector. He looks more like a Raphael,” Jason said with a frown. Last week one of our animal handlers Shownu found a box near the shelter’s gate. There was a small turtle in it, the poor thing was injured. Jason had to amputate his left hind leg because it was infected. 
“I’m not naming him after a mutant turtle. He’s a one legged turtle from the sea, he’s a pirate and nothing you say will change my mind,” I had named him after Hector Barbosa from Pirates of the Carribean movies after I won the rock paper scissors tournament against Jason. 
“Dorks,” Hana scoffed from the corner. She was the one who dealt with the potential families, showing them around the shelter, doing background checks and whatnot. I was the one who sealed the deal and dealt with the paperwork. I was terrible at social niceties, somehow I always ended up saying the wrong thing and had the worst timing in the history of humanity. 
Before Jason and I could retaliate Moonji burst through the door. “He’s back, Yonu is here,” he was breathless. He must’ve ran here all the way from the gates. Moonji was the other animal handler, he was a retired botanist with a wife and two daughters. 
We all collectively sighed. Yonu was a proud member of Animal Liberation Front, an extremist group or as the government would like to call them “animal rights terrorists”. Once in a blue moon Yonu would drop by without a warning to drop off rescued lab animals, he had a thing against scientists. The problem was that they were illegally acquired so we had to lie on the paperwork. Every time Yonu visited Calico, it was a stress fest for everyone, well everyone except Yonu. 
I reluctantly made my way to the exam room. Yonu was standing there bickering with Song Hwa with a box of rabbits. 
“We are NOT taking in the rabbits unless you tell us where you got them!” Song Hwa put her foot down. 
“It's classified,” Yonu said with a grin. 
“Then take them back,” Song Hwa was staring daggers at him.
“Yonu, you know we need to clear the legal side of things,” I shook my head, he knew how things worked. Usually he would brag about his conquest, giving us in depth details about his adventures. Sometimes he brought back research and documents for evidence.Something didn’t sit right with me. Where did he get the rabbits? Why wouldn’t he tell us?
“Sorry sugar, can’t share the details this time,” I sighed at his nickname. One day Yonu discovered that I didn’t like sugar in my coffee and he decided to start calling me Sugar. He was one annoying bastard. 
Jason was already weighing the rabbits and taking their temperature. No matter what methods Yonu used to ‘rescue’ the animals, we always took them in. Song Hwa always said I was too soft, she didn’t know how wrong she was.
There were seven rabbits in total. All white with long ears and pink noses. They were unusually small. “Yonu did you kidnap kittens?” I frowned as I leaned in to take a closer look. 
“No they are all adult males,” Jason interjected. He was checking them one by one, taking their blood to run tests, checking their limbs for any injuries, it was a routine procedure. 
“Aren’t they too small?” they were.
“Maybe they are like those toy poodles… toy bunnies?” Song Hwa suggested. It could be or maybe their growth was stunted. Either way, I didn’t like it, something was off about this, I just couldn’t put my finger on it. 
Jason was running blood panels in the lab as I took over the paperwork. The rabbits were safely left in a hatch outside in the garden. Yonu had miraculously disappeared as soon as we turned our backs and I was starting to get a headache. 
The rabbits barely showed any movement when they were being examined. They were practically limp in Jason’s hands. They had clearly been abused. I didn’t like the blank look in their eyes. Most of the time if the animal was scared it’d get defensive and lash out, it was a good sign, it meant that it still had its faculties. These rabbits didn’t make a squeak as they were moved to a new place, it was worrying. I just hoped they weren’t too far gone. 
“We have a problem,” Jason said as soon as I entered the lab. He was sitting in front of the computer, double checking the results. 
“This day just keeps getting better,” I murmured as I leaned in to see what he was looking at. Not that I could make any sense of it. 
“One of the rabbits is a hybrid,” did I hear that right?
“Come again?” did he just say what I thought he said?
“We have a hybrid in our hatch,” my heart sank.
The presence of a hybrid posed a threat to Calico. Not because he was dangerous, but because he was stolen. The laws regarding hybrids were still primitive in most countries. They were basically slaves to the system, regarded as sub-human. Hybrids were considered as property, something to be owned. Rare animal hybrids were highly sought after by the wealthy to show off their status. So technically the rabbit hybrid in our hatch belonged to someone, we had no right to keep him here. If his owner found out, they would sue us. If the government found that we were keeping a stolen hybrid they’d shut us down. 
“Let’s just send him to a hybrid shelter,” Shownu huffed. The staff was gathered in your office for an emergency meeting.
“Most of those shelters have terrible conditions. Why not just keep him here, we have license to house hybrids, it's not that big of a deal,” Jason said. 
“Might I remind you that he is stolen. We can’t keep him here, we have a shelter inspection next week,” Song Hwa frowned. 
Few months ago we had decided to expand Calico to accommodate hybrids too, we had enough room to do so. We had constructed a hybrid “enclosure” as per the government guidelines. They had sent us the requirements. … they wanted us to put people in cages. We all collectively agreed that no hybrid will ever be housed in that place. No matter what anyone said, they were still human. 
“We can’t just abandon him, who knows what those lab people did to him,” Hana retaliated and an argument broke out. I knew they loved this place, they all wanted what’s good for the shelter. This wasn’t this first time we had to lie but having a hybrid was different. None of us had ever dealt with a hybrid before, even if we decided to keep him, what then? But I knew I couldn’t hand him over. Calico was built on a simple principle, to help those who were in need. And that rabbit hybrid needed our help. 
“Enough. We took in the animals that Yonu had brought before because they needed help. We’ve lied on the documents and it’s no different this time. That hybrid needs our help, we just need to come up with a plan,” I passed the verdict. Not everyone liked it but I knew they’d never let me down. 
After the stressful day all I wanted to do was curl up on the couch with Jason and watch TV. Our house was on the edge of the property, secluded in the forest. It was a country cottage with a private garden. YouI stopped by the rabbit hatch on my way back. The poor bunnies were all squished together in a corner, scared of the new environment and the open space outside. 
I couldn’t tell which one was the hybrid as I leaned in to take a look. Looking for him was no use. Maybe talking would work. I sat down beside the hatch with a sigh.
“I know you’re there,” I said quietly. “It must’ve been scary huh? Being taken from the lab. Yonu, the man who brought you here, he’s a good person. He only wanted to help. His methods aren’t always ….well savory but his heart was in the right place. Do you know what this place is? It's called Calico, it's a shelter for animals. We take care of animals who need help and find them a new home. 
“This is my sanctuary. Nobody will hurt you here. You don’t have to be scared. You are safe here, I’m going to keep you safe, okay?” One of the rabbits was looking at me, he quickly ducked his head as he caught my gaze. I smiled, he was listening. 
“You must be hungry huh? Rabbits only get veggies and greens, don’t you want to eat pizza, and ice cream, and pancakes, maybe some sashimi…” I rambled on about food, about Calico and the staff, inside the hatch a bunny was listening intently to my stories. 
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stardusttrashed · 3 years
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Lovestruck (3)
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Part 2
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Pairing: Professor Erwin x Fem! Reader
Word Count: 5K
A/n: I made a playlist that I felt matched professor Erwin vibes :) enjoy! 
Warnings: 18+ (minors please dni), oral (male and female recieving), unprotected sex, creampie, slight breeding kink, praise kink, swearing, fluff
Erwin’s lips never left you as he carefully carried you to his bed, his hands groping and massaging your ass every step of the way. His lips peppered kisses along your jaw, neck, cheeks, lips, really any piece of you they could get. Every small gasp he caused only fed his ego, pushing him further. 
“God, you’re perfect,” Erwin mumbled against your lips as he cradled your head before laying you on the bed. He hovered over you, the hand he used to cradle your head now resting beside you to hold him up. He couldn’t help the starstruck look on his face as he admired your lust-blown eyes and kiss swollen lips. 
All jokes aside, you were the real goddess, and he wanted to bask in every ounce of your glory-- to worship you until his final days. Everything and everyone before you didn’t matter; they were all just stepping stones towards you. This is where he belonged. 
“Y’know,”  you purred, leaning up to peck his lips, “I’d say the same ‘bout you.” You wrapped an arm around his neck, urging him closer. Your fingers combed through his hair languidly, “ if you’d stop being a fucking tease!” 
Erwin chuckled and shook his head. It wasn’t that he wanted to tease; he just wanted to take his time. He wanted you to know you weren’t a quick fuck to him-- you deserved so much more than that. “Patience, Darling,” he cooed as he brushed a stray piece of hair behind your ear. His body wanted you more than words could describe, but the hopeless romantic in him had other plans. “What does your natural hair look like,” Erwin asked suddenly with a childlike wonder.
Giggles streamed from your lips like an overflowing cup at his abrupt question. “Erwin, I swear,” you rolled your hips against him, “if you don’t stop teasing- ah!” Your threat was cut short, replaced by quiet whimpers as Erwin’s grip on your hip tightened.
“Or what?” Erwin asked cheekily, grinding against you, the bulge in his sweats rubbing against the warmth between your legs. He loved the way you nodded desperately, arching your back to press yourself against him, falling apart beneath him before he even really did anything. “You sure you want this?” he continued when he got no verbal response.
“God, yes,” you cried out without hesitation as you dug your heels into his back. “P-please fuck me,” you begged, your free hand tugging on the hem of his shirt. “I want you so bad, Erwin. You can be cute later, but now-- right now,” your breath hitched in your throat as his hips continued to grind against yours. “Ngh, right now, I need you to fuck me.”
Erwin hummed in approval, your words going straight to his throbbing cock. He was using every ounce of self-control in his body to hold himself back from ravaging you right then and there. It didn’t help that you were clinging to him in ways he’d only imagined. “L-listen, darling,” he stopped his movements, releasing his grip on your ass. 
Panic and disappointment rushed through you as every worst-case went through your head. He was going to blue-ball you. No, he was going to say this was a mistake or that he-.
“If we’re going to do this,” he continued, his hand coming up to take your chin between his thumb and forefinger. Erwin placed a chaste kiss on your lips, “we’re going to do it right.” His tongue darted across his bottom lip, the hunger from earlier returning to his eyes. “I’m going to take my time,” he paused to place another lingering kiss on your lips. “And. I’m. Gonna. Savor. Every. Bit. Of. You,” he continued, punctuating every word with a kiss on a different part of you. Your nose, your lips, your cheek, your jaw-- heading lower and lower until his face hovered over your breast. “And I don’t want to hear a single complaint, got it?” 
“Yes, sir,” you whimpered, your voice barely above a whisper. It was almost embarrassing how wet you were just from his kisses. You could feel yourself clench around nothing, desperate for Erwin’s attention. The way his eyes darkened at your words sent your heart into an adrenaline rush overdrive. 
The title sounded so sweet on your lips. You were driving him crazy, yet you probably didn’t even realize it. He looks up at you with a drunken grin, “good girl.” 
Erwin’s hand trailed down your body, exploring every dip and curve until they landed on the hem of your shorts. “You’re a fucking dream,” he groaned as he lowered himself between your legs. He planted a gentle kiss against the inside of your thigh before nipping at the flesh. It was as if he was testing the waters, trying to learn your body. Your soft moans encouraged him, helping his nipping transform to desperate sucking. He wanted to leave a mark-- something that reminded you of him, even if everything changed in the morning. 
His hand pulled the shorts off your body teasingly slow, removing his lips momentarily before tossing them over his shoulder and returning to his attack on your thighs. “You’re my dream,” he breathed out without thinking, making your pussy flutter. Erwin’s eyes flickered up to yours as he pressed a kiss to your clothed mound. “Can I ?”
You nodded frantically, your hips writhing in anticipation. “Erwin, please,” you begged with a shaky breath, looking down at him pleadingly. You laced your fingers in his hair, gently tugging in a desperate act to pull him closer. “Now.”
“Patience,” Erwin gently scolded as he pulled your panties off, tossing them aside, the same way he had with your shorts. His breath hitched in his throat at the sight; your legs spread wide, putting your pussy on display. You were drenched, lips glistening with your slick. 
Erwin laid on his stomach and hooked his arms underneath your thighs. You gasped excitedly as he pulled you close to his face. The anticipation was growing in both of you as his breath fanned over your thighs. He licked a long stripe over the trail of marks he left on your thigh, stopping short of where you needed him most. 
You let out a frustrated whine which earned a soft chuckle from him. The wait was killing you, sending your back into a desperate arch as your hips began grinding against the air. 
Without wasting another moment, Erwin buried his face between your legs. He moaned against you as he slipped his tongue between your folds.
A gasp escaped your lips as he lapped up your slick as if he was determined to drink all of you in. You pulled harder on his hair, your nails gently scratching his scalp. “M-more.” You struggled to keep your eyes open, torn between wanting to admire him in action and wanting to get lost in the feeling. You had spent countless lectures and hangouts imagining the things his mouth could do, and he wasn’t disappointing. 
You tasted absolutely divine, and he couldn’t seem to get enough. Erwin closed his eyes, his eyebrows furrowing together as he concentrated on devouring you. He needed every bit of you as his tongue reached inside of you further and further, fucking his name’s way onto your lips. He needed to hear you moan his name like a mantra just as much as he needed to consume whatever you’d let him. 
Erwin pulled away momentarily-- his lips and the tip of his nose shining under the dim room light-- before latching his lips around your clit. He sucked almost teasingly, gently rotating between sucking and kitten licking the bud. 
“Erwin, sir— ah,” a moan ripped from your throat as he effortlessly slid a finger into your greedy pussy. Watching the way your pussy sucked in his finger made him unbelievably hard. It almost hurt if he was honest. He gave it a few pumps, brushing against the spongy spot inside you repeatedly before being joined by another finger. You moaned his name as he pushed his fingers into the hilt. Those two syllables fell from your lips easier than your breath and left you wanting more.
“That’s it, baby,” Erwin purred, releasing your clit from his mouth as he curled his fingers. “Tell me how good you feel.” His fingers picked up speed, causing you to throw your head back against the pillow. A proud smile formed on his lips as your hips began to buck in time with his fingers, desperately trying to fuck yourself. Your moans were like music to his ears, the most saccharine sound he’s ever heard. He almost couldn’t believe he was the reason you were making such beautiful sounds. “I wanna hear you.” 
Despite his gentle tone, the statement came out demanding, and you were far too gone from bliss to try to defy him. “S-so good-- ah! ‘M close.” You began to writhe beneath him, the knot in your stomach threatening to explode at any given second. You pulled your shirt over your head, haphazardly tossing it aside. The room was too hot, or maybe it was just your body.
“Go ahead, Darling, come for me,” Erwin cooed before returning his lips to your clit. His cock was throbbing in his sweatpants, but he convinced himself it’d be worth it once you came. So he ignored the ache and put all his focus on kitten licking your sensitive nub.
That’s all it took for you to come undone-- just a few words of encouragement, and you were falling apart. Your trembling legs threatened to close around his head as he slowed his movements. All you could seem to moan was his name in your hazy post-orgasm state. Even if you could say something else, all you wanted to say his name.
Erwin held your legs in place with his arms as he planted one last kiss on your clit before pulling his fingers out. He was drunk on your taste, convinced you were the best-tasting thing he’s ever and will ever have. He drags himself away from you with a borderline cocky smile. “Good girl,” he praises. 
You could feel a blush forming on your cheeks as you watched him slide the fingers that were just inside you in his mouth. The treatment you just received was nothing compared to the hungry eyes that stare you down, complemented by Erwin’s soft moans. You reached a hand out towards him, silently urging him back up to you.
Erwin obliged without hesitation. He would do anything for you right now. No, he’d do anything for you whenever you wanted. You had him completely wrapped around your finger. He laced his fingers with your outreached hand, making you smile bashfully.
You watched as he crawled back over your body like a lion stalking its prey. And yet, you felt no fear. If anything, you felt calm beneath him, entirely at ease. You were his already, whether he knew it or not. You weren’t even sure how long you had been, but it was clear as day that there was no need for him to stake his claim-- you would submit willingly any time. 
“See, slow-,” you cut Erwin off with a rushed kiss. You kiss him with bruising force, stealing his breath. Shivers ran down his spine as your hand found its way underneath his shirt. He could feel his brain turn to mush with each scrape of your fingernails against his sides. He groaned into the kiss, giving you the chance to slip your tongue into his mouth.
“Too many clothes,” you mumbled breathlessly against his lips. You tugged on his shirt, “off. Now.” Your eyes were glued on him as he reached behind his neck and released your hand, sliding the shirt off in one smooth motion. “Those too,” your eyes flitted down to his sweatpants. Erwin laughed softly but obliged nonetheless. 
Erwin climbed out of bed, standing right by the edge of it. His cheeks heated up underneath your gaze as his fingers toyed with the waistband of his sweats. You chewed on your bottom lip as your eyes tracked his every movement, constantly scanning him from head to toe. “Like what you see?” he asked teasingly, trying to calm his rising nerves.
“Always have.” You bit your bottom lip anxiously. “Part of the reason I paid so much attention in class. And why I became your TA.”
Erwin chuckled, shaking his head as he stripped out of his sweats and underwear in one go. “And here I thought it was because you were interested in the content.”
“Oh, I was interested, alright,” you mumble, barely loud enough for him to hear. You could feel your cheeks grow warm as his cock sprung out of its confinement. “So pretty,” you hummed absentmindedly with your eyes glued to it. The aching need between your legs was becoming too much. You squeezed your thighs together for some sort of friction. 
“Can-can I give you head,” you asked as you crawled your way to the edge of the bed. “Wanna suck you off.” You timidly reached out to touch him but stopped a few centimeters short. This all felt unreal, and you were convinced you’d wake up at any second now and realize this was all just a dream. 
Erwin gently took your hand in his, pulling it up to his lips so he could kiss your knuckles. “You don’t have to.”
“But I wanna… only if you want me to, though.” You look up at him with big innocent eyes, “do you?”
“God, yes.” The delighted smile that formed on your face made it clear to Erwin- you were going to be the death of him. He guided your hand down his body until your hand was resting in his cock. “Show me what that pretty little mouth of yours can do.”
“Yes, Sir,” you purred as you wrapped your hand around his cock. You had always pictured him as a man who was packing, joking with a few classmates at his porn-worthy package. A few of the more infatuated classmates would try to convince you he was hiding some sort of horse cock in his trousers. But this. The sight in front of you was better than you had imagined. Sure, it wasn’t overwhelmingly massive, but it sure as hell wasn't short either. It was-- “perfect,” you breathed without realizing it as your hand slowly pumped him. Had you looked up, you would’ve seen the pink blush on Erwin’s cheeks caused by your words. But you didn’t; your eyes were glued to his pretty pink shaded tip- your tongue practically hanging out of your open mouth.
You leaned forward, licking the pre-cum leaking from his tip with a satisfied hum. You gently kissed it, causing Erwin to buck his hips forward with a whine involuntarily. “I’m starting to get why you like taking it slow,” you finally looked up at him through your lashes with a shit-eating grin. Before he could retort, you dragged your tongue along the underside of his cock, licking up to the tip. Erwin’s moan filled the room as your lips wrapped around his tip, and you began sucking ever so gently. 
Erwin couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Every little movement was being permanently ingrained in his brain, stored for later in case this was nothing more than a fling to you. He swore this was a dream as you took as much of him as you could, his tip hitting the back of your throat. “Y/n,” he moaned as he resisted the urge to grab your hair. 
You hummed around his length in response, looking up at him through your lashes again. He was a sight to behold. The Greek god of a man that so many people vied for was slowly unraveling in your hands. He was a moaning mess, your name tumbling out with a mixture of praises more times than you could count as you hollowed your cheeks and bobbed your head. Your hand pumped and twisted around whatever you couldn’t fit.
“Fuck-- shit, Y/n.” Erwin fought to keep his ocean eyes locked with your own. “D-Darlin’ ‘m not gonna-.” He practically forgot how to breathe as your other hand began to massage his balls. His legs nearly buckled beneath him, his moans transforming into whimpers and incoherent mumbles. “S-stop, no more,” Erwin pulled you back by your hair, careful not to hurt you. He closed his eyes and took a few breaths to steady himself. You had brought him close to his orgasm quicker than he expected, and as fun as cumming in your mouth sounded, he had other plans for the night.
You pouted-- not that he could see with his eyes closed, “You sure?” 
Erwin shook his head slightly, but a firm ‘yes’ was said. He stood there for a few seconds as he pulled himself out of his blissed-out space. “I wan-,” he finally opened his eyes, the hunger from before returning tenfold, “I want to be inside of you. Like right now… if you want.”
You nodded with your lip tucked between your teeth, “I need you.” Before you could stop yourself, you grabbed his hand that was reaching for his nightstand. You both froze, staring at each other with wide, confused eyes for a long moment. “I- Erwin,” you laced your fingers with his in an attempt to anchor yourself, “I want all of you.”
Time stopped in Erwin’s mind along with everything else-- his ability to speak, his ability to think, his breath, his heart. He stared at you dumbfounded, gaping like an idiot.
“But if you feel more comfortable with a- mm.” He cut you off, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss- lust and something infinitely deeper in the hunger he shows you. You believed without a doubt that he’s been waiting for this- craving it as long as you. 
Erwin crawled into bed clumsily, his hand still in your while he kissed you with everything he had. He nudged you backward, guiding you to the middle of the bed before helping you lay down. You took his breath away, and he knew he would suffocate in your kisses, but he didn’t mind the slightest. 
His forehead rested against yours once he regretfully broke the kiss to catch his breath. “I’m all yours,” he whispered with the bit of air he had, his breath fanning over your shining lips. He reached between the both of you, lining himself up with you. “Yours and only yours.”
An adoring smile formed on your lips as you reached up to cup his cheek with your free hand. “And I’m all yours.” You watched his eyes light up like the stars in the night sky, twinkling above you and making you feel like you were special.
Erwin sweeps forward, taking a long grateful kiss from your lips. The grin on his face says everything you need to know. He ducks to brush his lips up your neck before easing his tip inside. He could hear everything now, and it was like taking a fresh breath of air. Every sound you made was amplified compared to before, and he loved it.
“All yours,” you repeated into your moan. You lifted your hips to meet his own, urging him to go further. As he gradually pushed into you, Erwin’s moans were so lovely- deep needy moans that would sometimes borderline breathless and high pitch. 
You both wanted to ingrain the moment into your brains. For once, you were in complete agreement that slow and steady was more fun. You were equally in love with the feeling of you stretching around him almost as much as you loved listening to each others’ moans. You squeezed his hand in an attempt to transfer the dull yet intoxicating pain elsewhere.
“So perfect,” Erwin moaned as he finally bottomed out, stilling himself to give you time to adjust. You fit him perfectly, your cunt clinging to him and desperately trying to suck him in further. “Like you were made for me,” he thought aloud. Erwin kissed his way up your neck as he began to pull out at a snail’s pace. The further he pulled out, the more he could feel you start to squeeze as if you were trying to keep him there. His fingers skimmed along your thigh, trailing down to your knee before guiding your leg towards his waist. 
You hummed a whiny response as you hooked your leg around his waist. The pace was agonizingly and seductively slow, giving you both plenty of time to revel in the feeling. “S-so good,” you mewled as he pushed back in, gradually filling you again. His warm breath tickled your skin while his bottom lip dragged up your neck. It wasn’t until he had reached your jaw when his other lip joined in the journey, peppering you with kisses. 
Erwin left a trail of gentle yet sloppy kisses up to your lips, drinking in every moan. Fuck, I love you, Erwin thought as he kept his slow pace. The words never came out of his mouth, though, his lips far too preoccupied trying to find a balance between ravaging you and loving you sweetly. 
He wasn’t fucking you- that much was apparent to the both of you. This wasn’t a quick one-time thing. No, he was taking his time, paying attention to what earned those sweet little gasps of yours. He was burning into his memory the sounds of your saccharine moans. You held him so close it was hard to tell whose body was who’s, every part of your bodies dissolving into each other. He wanted this for the rest of his life- he wanted you, no, he needed you. 
He needed you like Icarus needed the sun. Your warmth was intoxicating, leaving him in a permanent state of pure bliss. You were his light, his strength, his weakness, but more than anything; you were the missing piece of him. He wanted to show you, to tell you, but all he could manage was moans. 
“Erwin,” you moaned, pulling him back down to Earth. His pace had sped up while he zoned out, filling the room with the sound of slapping skin. He was driving into you, hitting your g-spot as he tried to go deeper and deeper. “M-more. Please, baby,” you reached up to cup his cheek, guiding his face until his eyes met yours. Your lips curled into a sweet, adoring smile, “I-.” The words got caught in your throat, moans replacing them with ease. 
The look in your eyes was all he needed. He understood the message that never got the chance to come out. Erwin pressed his forehead against yours, brushing his nose against yours tenderly, “me too.”
You weren’t sure if he was talking about the same thing as you, but it made your stomach flutter nonetheless. Your lips found his again for a chaste kiss as you tighten your grip around his hand. It felt like a fire had been lit in your stomach, threatening to combust at any given moment. Every time Erwin hit your g-spot, it added to the flame, tossing in sticks until the small flame transformed into a bonfire. Your moans became incoherent sounds as you struggled to keep staring up at his breathtaking eyes. 
Erwin’s hips were beginning to falter, his cock twitching inside of you. He wanted to tell you, but he couldn’t get the words out. He couldn’t get the moans to transform back into words. Fuck, he was going to cum.
“Erwin, ngh,” you arched your back, pressing you impossibly close to him. “So close.” You could feel Erwin’s eyes remain focused on you even after you close your own. 
“That’s it, darling,” Erwin cooed soothingly as he squeezed your hip. “Let go,” his hips stuttered as your walls squeezed him tighter before creaming around him, “ ‘ve got you.” He kissed you sweetly, his tongue caressing yours as he swallowed your screams. He slowed his strokes down until he was back to his teasing pace from earlier, gently bringing you down from your high.
You were left dizzy from the mixture of his kiss and your orgasm, but the feeling of him preparing to pull out completely quickly sobered you up. “Stay,” you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper. “Please, baby.”
Erwin froze in place, his tip still tucked inside of you while your leg around his waist tightened. He could feel you trying to urge him back inside. His heart rammed in his chest as he stared at you with a mesmerized expression on his face. Without warning, his hand released your hip to run possessively up and down your side. You were his. You said it yourself. And he was going to make sure you stayed his. His hips slammed into yours as he began to thrust into you with new vigor. He couldn’t help but picture you by his side every day, fucking you whenever and wherever. He wanted to fill you up, not just with his seed- he wanted you to have his babies. He wanted to see your stomach grow with a little him and you inside, to see your breast swell. He wanted to be able to look at you every day and know he was the reason you could barely walk. He let out an animal-like growl at the thought. 
“ ‘ve got you, baby,” you mewled, feeling his twitching cock release warm ropes of cum inside of you. Erwin stilled inside of you, letting you milk everything out of him before finally pulling out and collapsing on the bed beside you. 
Erwin turned to look at you and found your gaze transfixed on him like you're under a spell. He could feel his cheeks grow warm under your undivided attention, making him feel like a shy schoolboy despite the events that just unfolded. Part of him wondered if he’d ever stop feeling like that around you. 
You watched with a slight smile on your face as he climbed out of bed, putting his underwear back on before walking to the bathroom. He returned shortly after with a wet washcloth. You sat in a comfortable silence as he wiped you clean, watching as his eyebrows furrowed slightly from concentration. You opened your mouth to say something, but he walked away to toss the washcloth in the dirty clothes before you could. You scooped up his shirt and slipped it over your body as he climbed back in the bed. 
Erwin laid on his side before wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him.  “That was…” he drifted off with a dopey smile, his eyes trailing down once he noticed you were wearing his shirt. 
You shrugged, fighting back a smile as you threw your leg around his hip once again. “I dunno. Think I need another round before I can form a solid opinion,” you teased. Erwin raised an eyebrow at you in amusement. “What-,” you giggle as you play with the hair matted to his forehead, “-you’re the one who always talked about making sure you have a rough draft.”
“I don’t think that applies here, darling,” he chuckled while his hand lazily drew shapes on your back. “And even if it did, I’m too old for that right now. Old men gotta get their sleep.”
You rolled your eyes, the smile you had been fighting making its way onto your lips with full force. “You’re not even that much older than me!”
“I know, but those four extra years really make a difference with bedtime,” he chuckled, loving the way you smiled. He kissed the tip of your nose, “But you do want to again, right? I mean, do this,” he nodded his head, gesturing between you two. 
You nodded bashfully, “of course… and I- I don’t just mean the sex.” You stifle a yawn,  “I wouldn’t mind doing all of this again. I meant what I said,” you trailed off, suddenly getting unbearably bashful. 
Erwin smiled at you adoringly, pulling you closer. He swore he’d do anything to keep you like this- he’d do anything for you. “As did I-.” he paused to peck your lips, “-and I’ll mean it just as much tomorrow, and the next day, and as long as you’ll let me. But first, I want you to stop fighting your sleep.”
“I’m not fighting it,” you talked through your yawn. “You are, Mr.eye bags.”
“Oh, you’re one to talk,” he chuckled, bringing his hand up to trace underneath your eyes. You let out a content hum, the warmth of his hand causing your eyes to flutter close. Erwin took the chance to plant little kisses on each of your eyelids, only to have you mumble sleepily ‘weirdo.’  “On the bright side,” he chuckled as his thumb slid down to caress your cheek, “having eyebags has never looked prettier.” 
You were on the verge of sleep, catching every other word as his baritone voice lulled you closer and closer to bedtime. “Promise I won’t wake up and find out this was all a dream,” you mumbled as you let sleep take over. 
He grabbed your hand from his hair, bringing it down to his lips before kissing your palm, “you have my word.” He watched a tired smile grace your lips as you drifted off to sleep. A quiet chuckle fell from his lips. You left him breathless even in your sleep. “I love you,” he whispered once your breaths grew deep and steady, signaling him you fell asleep. He wistfully closed his eyes to go to sleep. As tired as he was, he knew nothing in his dreams would compare to the sight before him. You were the best dream he could ever think of.
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🔥The Secret Compartment🔥
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“Oh come on, Erwin! I know you’re just as curious as I am!” Hanji whined, leaning with her palms flat against the Commander’s desk, her eyes shining behind her glasses.
“Hanji, it would be wrong,” Erwin said with a sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose in exasperation.
“Who cares about moral principles? Levi is out for a few hours, this would be the perfect time to do it! You know there won’t be another chance like this again soon, we need to take advantage of it and see exactly what he is hiding from us!”
Erwin met Hanji’s excited gaze, knowing she would not drop this until she got what she wanted. He sighed again, trying to fight off the headache that was forming against his skull. About a month ago, both Erwin and Hanji had noticed a locked drawer attached to Levi’s desk. The pair always knew that their friend was a private person, but it was the only drawer that had a lock on it. There was even one time when Hanji had burst into his office without knocking, only to see him quickly and violently slam the drawer shut with a glare in her direction. They had questioned him on it, only to be met with annoyed scowls and complaints about everyone sticking their noses into his business. 
Erwin would be lying if he said he wasn’t curious, but his anxiety over what would happen if they were caught overwhelmed his desire to see the contents of that drawer. Hanji, on the other hand, had been tailing Levi like a dog with a bone, nearly foaming at the mouth as she continuously attempted to get a sneak peek.
“Come on, Erwin. I can almost guarantee you that it’ll be worth it. Levi could be hiding anything in that drawer. It could be embarrassing things he did as a child, or a secret about his life, or a guilty pleasure he’s hiding. There might even be a diary or journal of some sort in there!” Hanji said.
“I don’t know if I even really want to read Levi’s diary, Hanji. That thing could have anything written inside,” Erwin said.
Hanji threw him a look and Erwin crossed his arms with a frown. Damn, this woman was persistent. 
“We might even be able to use whatever is inside as blackmail if he ever tries to threaten us again. Like when he threatened to tell everyone about the time you got drunk and started going on about creating a new order stating all of the women in the Corps have to sleep with you,” Hanji said, a wide grin spreading across her face at the sight of Erwin’s paled features.
“Fine,”  Erwin said. “But if we get caught, I’ll feed you to your titans. After Levi is done breaking off both of his feet in our asses.”
Hanji squealed in excitement and grabbed the Commander’s hand, dragging him with her to Levi’s office. Erwin fought against the nervousness that was clawing in his stomach as he pulled out the ring of keys he had for every office in the Corps, found the one meant for Levi’s door, and put it in the lock. Hanji pushed past him and into Levi’s office as soon as the door was unlocked, looking around with even more excitement than when she was working on her experiments.
Wasting no time, Hanji moved over to Levi’s desk and bent down, pulling a hairpin from her done up bun. The crazy scientist picked at the lock, her tongue sticking out as she concentrated on moving the pin within the gears until a loud click sounded throughout the room. Erwin shuffled from foot to foot at the sound, the Commander glancing at the door from where he stood awkwardly in the center of the immaculate office.
“You better make sure that everything is put back exactly where you found it or he’ll know,” Erwin said with another glance at the door. He knew Levi was in town for the afternoon but he was still expecting the short raven-haired man to pop up out of nowhere, as if he knew his private belongings were being messed with.
“Erwin…”
The sound of Hanji’s voice, filled with awe and surprise, made Erwin turn to look at her. She was holding what looked like a large, leatherbound notebook, her mouth agape and her eyes wide and sparkling. Despite the anxiety that was still gnawing at his gut, Erwin’s curiosity won and the Commander slowly moved around the desk to crouch beside Hanji.
“Told you it’d be worth it,” Hanji said with a smirk as she tilted the notebook for Erwin to see. Erwin felt his jaw drop. It was a sketchbook, a beautiful sketchbook that nearly gleamed from the tender care Levi had obviously subjected it to. The leather was smooth and cool against Erwin’s calloused hands and the pages were soft to the touch.
“I didn’t even know Levi liked art, let alone that he could draw, especially like this,” Hanji said, her eyes shining as she looked down at the sketches on each page. Some of the pages just had small little doodles while others had full scale scenes and portraits, all of which were immaculately detailed. One page held drawings of kittens playing around, while another was a giant drawing of all of the superior officers standing at attention in a large field.
Neither of them could believe it. All of the drawings were stunning, each mark carefully constructed and purposeful. They probably wouldn’t have believed they were Levi’s drawings if it weren’t for his signature at the bottom of each page.
“Holy shit,” Erwin breathed when he came across an image of Levi’s black stallion, Azriel, the sketch so realistic that he could almost feel the animal’s fur through the page.
“Yeah,” Hanji murmured in response as she continued to flip through the book. Erwin tore his eyes from the drawings for a moment to peer into the unlocked drawer, reaching in to study the wide variety of pencils, paints, charcoals, and colored pencils that lay neatly at the bottom.
He had only been looking at the art supplies for a moment, when Hanji’s breath caught. The Commander automatically looked up at the door, fear lurching in his gut at the thought that Levi had come back, only to find that the door was still shut firmly. Looking down at Hanji, he saw she was grinning like a cat, her gaze flashing with mischievous intent as she looked at one of the pages. Erwin refocused his attention on the sketchbook and grunted in surprise when he saw the drawing in Hanji’s hand.
It was a drawing of (Y/N) (L/N), one of their fellow superior officers. (Y/N) was a Captain in her own right, leading her own squad of efficient warriors that rivalled even the famed Levi Squad. She was a well loved soldier, her compassionate personality combined with her ability to make almost anyone laugh making her a very popular member of the scouts. Despite her vibrant personality, she was also known to be a very talented soldier with a cool headed approach to conflict and a strength that often surprised most people who met her. She refused to take bullshit from anyone, and wasn’t afraid to release the filter on her barbed tongue when necessary, easily putting people in their place.
The drawing was downright gorgeous, by far the most beautiful out of all of the drawings in the book. He had used color when drawing her, one of the very few sketches in which he did, the image coming to life with the splashes of color and detailed features. The image looked as if she could turn her head and wave at them right then, the drawing so realistic it was breathtaking. In the drawing, (Y/N) was laughing, her eyes closed and her head tilted back slightly, her (h/c) hair cascading behind her. Her lips were parted in a wide grin as she laughed, one of her hands just barely touching her chin, as if she had been trying to cover her mouth only to give up when the giggles became too intense.
Hanji and Erwin looked at each other, their eyes wide with shock. Levi had done many portraits throughout the entire sketchbook, even having drawn some of Erwin and Hanji, but this sketch of (Y/N) was by far the most detailed, the most realistic. It was clear that Levi had spent hours upon hours drawing her, each stroke of his pencil done with immense love and care.
The two officers were quiet as Hanji flipped the page, their shock mounting somehow higher as they found more drawings of (Y/N). Hanji ran her finger through the pages once, flipping through the rest of the used pages to find that all of them were of (Y/N). Going back to the page they were on, Erwin and Hanji admired each illustration. Some of the drawings had color just like the first one they found of (Y/N), while others were just black and white, albeit no less detailed.
There were sketches of (Y/N) standing in a sparring stance, riding her horse, shouting down a noble, wielding a sword, reading a book. All of the drawings in the rest of the sketchbook were of her doing different things, each drawing lovingly crafted to make them look as realistic as possible.
Erwin’s eyebrows shot up into his hair and Hanji let out a surprised squawk of laughter when they flipped to one drawing of (Y/N) in a very suggestive position, her (e/c) eyes half lidded and filled with lust, the love in her gaze shining at them even through the page. She was laying down, her hair splayed out on top of the pillow, with her arms crossed over her exposed breasts. A sheet was covering her lower half, but it was hanging tantalizingly low on her form.
Hanji cackled as Erwin covered his eyes and quickly ripped the book from her hands, tearing to the next page, his ears turning pink at the sight of such a provocative image of one of his Captains. Hanji laughed even harder when the next page contained a similar image, this time with (Y/N) leaning back in obvious pleasure, her eyes closed tightly and her mouth open, her palms splayed flat on the ground behind her, her lower half disappearing off the edge of the page. 
Erwin dropped the book as if burned and turned away, his face flushed. Hanji snickered at his embarrassment and grabbed the book again, looking at the few pages of (Y/N) in different arousing positions. Despite the inappropriate theme of the sketches, Levi seemed to keep it relatively modest, never drawing anything that exposed the most private places of her body, merely hinting at it rather than drawing it in detail.
Hanji motioned Erwin back over when she finally got through Levi’s “personal” sketches, finally reaching the last drawing in the sketchbook. The final sketch was a beautiful illustration of the pretty Squad Leader staring out the window, her chin resting on her palm as she watched rain slide down the glass pane. There was a single candle on the table with her, the darkness of the night held back by the small circle of flame, her face accented by the light of the candle, her skin colored with a honeyed glow.
“Wow, Levi sure has been busy,” Hanji said softly as they admired the picture.
“I’ve been busy doing what?” A gruff voice suddenly said, causing both officers to freeze, their eyes wide with terror as an icy feeling of dread shot through their veins.
The pair looked up to see Levi leaning against the door frame, not yet aware of what they were doing due to his desk obscuring his view.
“What the hell are you doing on the floor? And why are you with Shitty Glasses, Erwin? I thought you were busy filling out all of those proposals, which was why you couldn’t come with me into town.”
When neither of them answered, Levi pushed off of the wall and strode towards his desk, a scowl of annoyance on his face.
“Oi, did you two hit your heads or something? What are you doing in-”
Levi stopped dead, his face draining of color when he rounded the desk to find Hanji holding his sketchbook open in her lap, both of them pouring over the pictures inside. He glanced at the drawer and saw the hairpin still sticking out of the lock, the metal bent to jack open the gears.
His eyes flew over the drawing they were looking at, his most recent one of (Y/N) looking out at the rain. Embarrassment washed over him then and he closed his eyes as he realized they had looked through the entire sketchbook. He felt a dark rage bubble up in his chest, boosted by his embarrassment. When he opened his eyes again, they were hard and filled with fire.
Erwin and Hanji both flinched at that look, shame flooding over them as they both glanced down at the book in Hanji’s hands. They knew they shouldn’t have done this. Hanji didn’t regret opening his locked drawer but once they figured out what he was hiding they should’ve put it back. Obviously he had hidden it in that drawer because it was his private book, something he wanted nobody else to see, and for good reason.
“Levi I-” Hanji started only for his nearly feral growl to cut her off.
Levi leaned down and snatched the book out of her grasp and hoisted it under his arm, throwing a deadly glare in their direction. He turned to move the sketchbook somewhere else but paused when he realized there was no other place he could put it without other people noticing it. His locked drawer had been the one safe place for it, the one place where nobody was supposed to be able to reach it.
Levi ended up pacing in frustration as he frantically searched for a place to put it, to no avail. The raven-haired man eventually collapsed onto the couch in the center of the room, sliding the sketchbook onto the coffee table in front of him and putting his head in his hands. He had no idea what to do. He didn’t even want to look at the two people he thought were his friends, not just because he was furious with them but also because of the shame that was hammering against his heart. They had to have seen all of the drawings of (Y/N). There was no way they didn’t if they had reached the end of his filled pages. Which meant they had seen everything.
He had never meant to draw her like that. He honestly hadn’t meant to draw her at all, afraid that if he did, it would be admitting to himself the feelings he had for her. But even though he fought it hard, he eventually succumbed to the urge to draw her when he saw her laughing at a joke he had told her, the moment so perfect he just had to put it on paper before it faded from his mind. He guessed that must have been the moment of his downfall, because after he had drawn one picture, he felt compelled to do more until his sketchbook was filled almost completely with drawings of her.
The more he drew her, the more time he spent around her, his mind subconsciously watching for more perfect moments to paint onto a page, his feelings for her growing until he was completely in love with her. The drawings had gotten more suggestive, his hand moving as if it had a mind of its own as his hunger for her grew. He had never crossed the line of drawing her completely exposed, not wanting to shame her like that, not when they weren’t even in a relationship, but he had gotten pretty close when his hormones started controlling his hand rather than his brain.
Even though he had never been vulgar with his illustrations, he knew what Erwin and Hanji must have thought when they saw it. Knew how disgusted they must be with him after seeing such things in his sketchbook. He feared they might even tell (Y/N), warn her against him so she wouldn’t be uncomfortable. Levi clenched his fists. He knew Erwin and Hanji had never done anything like that before, they were his friends and had always supported him, even when he pretended to hate it. But that was before they saw everything.
“Levi?”
Levi ignored the sound of Erwin calling his name, keeping his hands cupped over his face in mortification. Levi tensed a little when he felt Erwin and Hanji sit down on either side of him, but still refused to look at them, afraid to see the condemnation in their eyes.
“Levi, look up please. We are genuinely sorry about looking through your sketchbook,” Erwin said softly.
Levi looked up to throw him a filthy glare before he leaned back into the couch cushions with a sad sigh, his eyes closing as he fought the shame that reared up in his chest. He felt like throwing up. Or beating Hanji and Erwin to a pulp. Or both.
“They’re, um, really beautiful, Levi. I didn’t know you could draw like that,” Hanji offered.
Levi scoffed.
“They are! Seriously, they look like you could walk right into them. I didn’t even know you liked drawing but here you are with a book full of masterpieces,” Hanji said incredulously in response to his obvious doubt.
“Oh come on, Hanji,” Levi said, piercing her with his stare. “I know you saw them, don’t play dumb. You saw them and now I feel like a perverted bastard.”
“There’s nothing wrong with drawing (Y/N), Levi. You did a wonderful job, really made her look beautiful,” Erwin said, resting a hand on Levi’s shoulder.
“Sure, there is nothing wrong with drawing her, but there is something wrong with drawing her, like that,” Levi snapped wholly embarrassed.
“Levi, relax! You did it because you love her and it is your personal sketchbook, not meant for any eyes but your own. We know you struggle with expression, especially when it comes to matters of the heart. This was just your way of expressing those feelings, an outlet. We were never meant to see it, I’m sorry that we ever did,” Hanji said, her eyes full of sympathy for her mortified friend.
Levi looked at her, doubt still swimming in his eyes.
“It’s true, Levi. Not only that, but you have real talent. I never would’ve thought of you as an artist but you know what you’re doing. Why did you hide this from us? I think it’s really cool that you know how to draw so well,” Erwin said.
“Because it is a useless passion to have,” Levi said. “I am Humanity’s Strongest Soldier, fighting to save the human race in a world filled with man-eating monsters from hell. Being able to draw pretty pictures is pointless; I can’t exactly kill titans with a pencil. The only reason I ever let myself do it in the first place is because I need to distract myself with something mindless sometimes.”
“What are you talking about!?” Hanji squawked. “This is the coolest thing ever! Can you draw another picture of me? I think I need to have more of an obvious presence in that sketchbook.”
Levi scowled at her but sighed softly at the relief that washed over him as the bespeckled woman lightened the mood.
“No, I am never drawing you ever again, Shitty Glasses. I only did that once because I was feeling sick and wanted something to help me throw up.”
Hanji pretended to act offended, gasping dramatically and placing her hand against her chest.
Erwin chuckled at the pair and patted Levi’s shoulder comfortingly. Levi sent a weak glare in his direction but the Commander knew he was grateful.
“Hey, speaking of an obvious presence…,” Hanji said, a borderline evil grin creeping onto her face. “You have the hots for (Y/N).”
Levi growled something Hanji chose not to hear and smiled even wider.
“Why didn’t you say anything? You know she is one of my best friends, I could’ve set you guys up!” Hanji said.
“That is exactly why I didn’t tell you,” Levi said. “I don’t trust you to not do something embarrassing on my behalf.”
Hanji scoffed at him and sent him a playful glare, one that he returned followed by a choice hand gesture.
“Well, now that we know, why don’t you confess to her? From the dates written on all of your drawings, you’ve been dealing with this for a while.”
Levi coughed awkwardly, obviously uncomfortable with the topic of conversation. “I don’t know how,” he mumbled.
“What are you talking about, Levi? You have it easy. Most people would have to buy flowers, or food, or do something else to get the source of their affections to notice them, but you won’t have to do that. You have everything right in front of you. Just give her one of your drawings, and she will surely get the message,” Erwin said with a knowing smirk.
“That’s a great idea! I’m sure she’ll absolutely love one!” Hanji squealed, clapping her hands together like an energetic toddler.
Levi thought for a minute, leaning back against the couch cushions. It could work. He had never purposely shown his drawings to anyone, but maybe trying something like this would be enough to win her heart. Nervousness wormed its way into his gut as he thought about it. What if she hated it? What if she didn’t care, turned him away without a second glance? What if she thought it was creepy or flat out didn’t like the drawing? Levi swallowed.
“Do you really think that would work?” Levi mumbled. “I do not want to fuck this up. Even if we can’t be together, she is one of the few people I call my friend, and I do not want to ruin the relationship I currently have with her because I’m inept at flirting.”
Hanji nodded enthusiastically, her glasses sliding down her nose at the movement. “Oh definitely. She’s going to think they are stunning! And we can be here to help you, if you want us to. Which one do you think you would give her?”
Levi looked at both Erwin and Hanji in turn, rolling his eyes at their identical cheshire grins. He figured he must be crazy, absolutely fucking insane, but he really could use their help, as much as he refused to admit it out loud.
Regardless of his attempts to hide his desperation, Erwin and Hanji saw right through him, their grins spreading wider as Levi scowled at them.
“Alright…,” Levi sighed, getting up from the couch and making his way back to the open drawer, making Erwin and Hanji arch their eyebrows in confusion when he passed by the sketchbook still resting on the coffee table. 
“I’ve had this saved for a while. I didn’t want to put it with the others, it’s my favorite one.”
Erwin and Hanji looked up to see Levi pull out the bottom of the drawer to reveal a hidden compartment. The pair watched curiously as their friend pulled out a piece of paper that was significantly larger than the rest and turned it around for them to see.
“Well? What do you think?” Levi demanded.
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(Y/N) was walking back from the Mess Hall with her friends when a young scout came running up to her, claiming Captain Levi needed to see her in his office as soon as possible. She smiled brightly at the cadet and thanked him, before turning to her friends and waving goodbye, changing her course to head for Levi’s quarters.
(Y/N)’s stomach fluttered with butterflies as she got closer to his door but she quickly shoved them down and shook her head. She needed to focus. He was probably wanting to talk to her about the upcoming mission and what her plan was for her squad since she had missed the last meeting with the other superiors thanks to an injury she received when she saved a rookie cadet during ODM training, resulting in her crashing into a tree. 
She chuckled to herself at the memory of Levi furiously chewing out the cadet afterwards. She had felt so bad for the poor kid, it had been an accident, but Levi had been no less upset by the fact that she got hurt. The thought sent more tingles up her spine and she growled in frustration, forcing herself to push her feelings to the back of her mind.
Her head finally cleared when she reached his door and knocked, smiling to herself when she heard his deep voice grant her entrance to his office. When she opened the door she found Levi facing away from her, watching something outside his window, Commander Erwin and Squad Leader Hanji standing along the far wall of the room. (Y/N) raised her eyebrows at the sight of them but saluted without hesitation, smiling when Erwin waved her off with a chuckle.
“I’m assuming because the two of you are here that this is about the details of the last meeting I missed?” (Y/N) asked, closing Levi’s door behind her with her foot.
Hanji smiled so wide her cheeks hurt as she shook her head. “Actually, no. Levi wanted to talk to you about something. Erwin and I were just leaving.”
Erwin nodded in agreement and pushed off from the wall he had been leaning against, his own lips twitching as he fought the grin that tried to run across his face.
(Y/N) watched them in confusion as the pair walked around her and left the room, Hanji’s barely concealed giggle echoing in her ear when they passed. Arching an eyebrow at her two fellow senior officers, (Y/N) eventually dropped it and turned back to Levi who so far, had not said a word.
“What’s up with them?” (Y/N) asked, trying to ease some of the awkward tension that had filled the room.
“They’re just idiots,” Levi said, but something about the way he said it seemed off. Maybe it was the lack of conviction. Or maybe it was the quiet, almost hushed way he said it, as if he wasn’t thinking about the odd behavior of their two friends at all, too lost in his own world to pay attention. (Y/N)’s brow furrowed in concern. This was not like the Levi she knew, something was wrong.
“Hey, Levi, what’s going on? You don’t sound like yourself.”
Levi tensed. Damn her for being so observant. He should’ve known she would automatically pick up on his off behavior. She had always been able to read him like a book, it was part of the reason why they were so close, why their friendship worked so well. (Y/N) had always been able to figure out exactly how he was feeling or what he needed at any given moment, why would this be any different?
“(Y/N),” Levi started, taking a deep, shaky breath as he tried to ignore her intense gaze on him. He knew she was worried, but her eyes on him were making him feel nervous. He almost wanted to bail, to claim it was just to help her recap on the meeting she had missed. He even had half a mind to bury his sketchbook, never to be seen again. It would hurt him, to lose that book, and despite what he said, he did love to draw, and having that taken away would be difficult, but at least he wouldn’t have to go through all of this anxiety.
But then he thought about (Y/N). She was standing right there, waiting for him. She had always been by his side, always caring for him, even when he felt he did not deserve it. She made him feel so loved, so strong, so hopeful. He knew that if he didn’t tell her how he felt now, it would drive him to insanity. He had to do this. Clearing his throat, he started again.
“(Y/N), I called you in here because I have to give you something,” Levi said.
“Really?” (Y/N) asked. Now she was really confused.
“Yes.”
“Okay, thank you Levi. What would you like me to do?” (Y/N) asked, keeping her voice soft and steady. It was obvious he was struggling a bit and she wanted to make him feel as comfortable as possible.
“Close your eyes and hold out your hands,” Levi directed.
(Y/N) followed his orders and closed her eyes with her hands held out. She was worried about him, and even a little bit frightened for herself, but she couldn’t deny the curiosity that was gnawing at her gut. What could her fellow Captain have to give her other than reports to finish, or a sword to fight with, or a cup of tea?
She was surprised when she felt something very light and thin land on her opened palms. Her brows furrowed in confusion but she kept her eyes closed, waiting for him. Levi paused once he had rested the picture in her arms. He knew she was waiting for him before she opened her eyes but he couldn’t help but hesitate for a minute. This was it. The moment of truth. Either she was going to love it and his dreams might finally come true, or she was going to hate it and he was going to lose the best thing to come into his life. Taking a deep breath, Levi leaned against the wall as he told her to open her eyes.
(Y/N) gasped loudly when she opened her eyes. In her hands was the most beautiful drawing she had ever seen. It was a picture of her, so realistic she felt as if she were looking in a mirror. In the image, she was sitting bareback on her dapple grey mare, Danika. Danika had her head up and her ears forward, looking off to the side of the page while (Y/N) leaned against her neck, her chest touching her horse’s withers and her arms on either side of the mare’s neck. In the sketch, (Y/N) had the biggest smile on her face, her eyes shining with a brilliant (e/c). Her (h/c) hair looked as if you could reach out and feel it through the page, the strands blowing in the wind.
Levi didn’t say anything as he watched her take it in, crossing his arms and subconsciously biting his lip as he waited for her response. He had drawn this image of her ages ago. It was one of the first few he had drawn of her and it was by far his favorite. He had known that day, when he was striding across the courtyard headed for the training ground, and he turned to see (Y/N) riding Danika, smiling as if she were the embodiment of happiness, that he was head over heels in love with her. 
He had even abandoned his idea of training to rush back to his office, eager to put the picture of her in his head onto paper. It was his favorite one because it captured the exact moment he truly came to accept his feelings for her. It was the one he had always saved for when he was having a bad day, keeping it separated from the others so he could find it easily whenever he needed it, just the sight of her making him feel better.
Suddenly, tears formed in her eyes and Levi felt his panic rise. Oh gods, she hated it. He never meant to make her cry! He had thought it might bring her the same level of joy he got from seeing it, but instead he had just made her sad, or disgusted, or angry. He honestly couldn’t tell which one it was, not that it mattered, it was obvious she was offended by it regardless of the specific emotion it invoked. Maybe she didn’t like the way he had drawn her. He thought she looked absolutely stunning, but maybe he had accidentally accented certain features she was self conscious about? Maybe she hated her smile? Maybe she just didn’t like having her fellow Captain drawing her like a creep when they weren’t even in a relationship?
Levi quickly moved to take it from her, apologies spilling from his mouth like a river. He didn’t even know what he was saying, he was sure he was just blabbering about nonsense at this point, but he didn’t really have the mind to care as he grabbed the drawing from her and moved to put it away. He was even planning on throwing it out after she left. He absolutely adored this drawing but if she hated it, he would not make her more uncomfortable by stashing it for his own desire.
“I’m s-so sorry, (Y/N), I’ll just get rid of it,” Levi said, cursing himself for stuttering. “I didn’t mean to make you upset, I just thought-”
“NO!” (Y/N) shouted, making him look at her in shock.
(Y/N)’s eyes were wide as she looked at the drawing in his hand. She had honestly been rendered speechless when she first saw it, overwhelmed with the tsunami of emotions that had crashed over her. She knew he struggled with expression, so the fact that he had gone out of his way to draw her as a form of confession had brought tears to her eyes, her heart throbbing with her love for this man.
(Y/N) had loved Levi ever since they had become good friends, laughing at his surprisingly funny dry humor, ranting to him when her squad was annoying her, holding him when he had no one else to go to and life just got too hard. But she would’ve never guessed in a million years that he returned her feelings. She had just assumed her feelings would forever be unrequited and forced herself to enjoy what they had, loving him in secret. But here he was, holding his heart out to her, offering her his love and affection in exchange for hers. She almost panicked when he snatched the drawing away, thinking he had offended her with it.
“No…?” Levi asked hopefully, uncertainty sparkling in his breathtaking silver gaze.
“No, don’t you dare throw that masterpiece away,” (Y/N) said firmly, brushing the tears from her eyes.
“So you…, like it?” Levi asked.
(Y/N) finally managed to pull herself together, clearing away the love induced haze that had clouded her brain and striding up to him confidently. When she reached him, she gently took hold of the hand not holding the drawing with both of hers, her eyes meeting his gaze. She blushed at how close she was to him, and had the urge to look away when his intense hues settled on her, but she held firm. She knew he was uncertain, she had to show him exactly how she felt without hesitation, otherwise he would think she was pitying him.
“I love it, Levi. It is one of the most gorgeous things I have ever seen. I can tell it took you hours with all of the detail and color and expression. It looks so real, like looking in the mirror. It is the greatest gift I have ever gotten, from anyone. Thank you.”
Levi sucked in a breath at her words, his eyes wide. She really thought all of that? He had hoped she would like it but he did not expect this reaction at all. In the back of his mind, Levi made a mental note to thank Hanji and Erwin after this was over.
“You really think so?” Levi asked.
“I know so.”
Levi swallowed thickly. “Does that mean…, you accept my confession?”
More tears pricked (Y/N)’s eyes but she nodded enthusiastically, calming his fears and making him release a breath of knee-wobbling relief. He barely had a moment before she launched herself at him, her arms wrapping around his neck as she hugged him. Levi was a little stunned at first, but eventually slid the drawing onto his desk before wrapping his arms around her tentatively, still getting used to the contact.
“Yes, yes I accept your confession, Levi. I have loved you for a long time, I couldn’t be happier knowing that my feelings aren’t one sided.”
Levi’s heart jolted at her confession. “I love you too, (Y/N).”
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(Y/N) hummed happily as she skipped around Levi’s office, cleaning around the room while she waited for her boyfriend to get back from his one on one meeting with Erwin. Her heart fluttered as she thought about the surprisingly sweet, socially awkward man she was so damn lucky to call her own, smiling widely while she cleaned.
Their relationship was definitely still new and  they were both slowly figuring each other out but (Y/N) had to admit, these past few weeks had been the best of her life. She had been surprised when Levi had confessed to her, but had been even more shocked to discover how long the man had harbored feelings for her, his actions around her telling her exactly how he felt about finally being able to call her his.
(Y/N)’s smile got bigger the more she thought about him and the slightly flustered yet determined way in which he doted on her in an utterly Levi fashion, using his blunt manner and dry sarcasm to fly through his inexperience. (Y/N) moved over to his desk and began to meticulously clean the already polished wood surface as her mind wandered, not really paying much attention to the items on his desk except to gently shift them to give her more space to clean. When she was finally done, she was about to move to another spot when she caught sight of Levi’s third drawer opened just slightly.
With further inspection, it looked as if the drawer had been slammed shut quickly, the rough movement causing the door to bounce back open a little in the process. Under normal circumstances, (Y/N) would’ve just closed the drawer and kept cleaning, but the sight of a leatherbound book caught her attention, her curiosity peaking. Glancing around her to make sure nobody was around, (Y/N) quietly shimmied the drawer open more and grabbed ahold of the book, opening it to lay flat on her lap.
The more she looked through it, the more her face changed from shock, to awe, to wonder as her eyes drank in each stunning drawing in his sketchbook. (Y/N) bit her lip when she reached the middle of the book, her system flashing with heat and surprise at what she saw. Carefully closing the book, (Y/N) slipped it back into the drawer and pushed it closed before standing and making her way to the door like nothing had happened, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she left his office.
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Levi looked up when the door to his office opened later that night, a small smile flashing across his face at the sight of his gorgeous lover standing in the doorway. She smiled back at him and sauntered over, her eyes bright as she took in his casual appearance. In (Y/N)’s opinion, Levi looked amazing in everything, but seeing him in a pair of black comfy pants and a loose sleep shirt was hard to beat.
“Are you almost done?” (Y/N) asked once she had made it to him, leaning her hip against his desk.
“Yeah, just finishing up with these last few reports and then we can go to bed. Feel free to head in there whenever you’d like to though,” Levi said.
“Oh, I’ll wait,” (Y/N) said with a coy smile that made Levi pause in his writings. He had never seen that look on (Y/N)’s face before, at least, not in real life. His mind flashed him an image of one of his more provocative drawings of her before he quickly shoved those thoughts to the side, shaking his head a little to clear his mind.
“Do what you want,” Levi said, forcing himself to turn back to his reports.
(Y/N) settled herself on his couch and turned around to face him while he worked, admiring him from over the armrest. Her smile only got wider as she allowed herself to really look at him, his beautiful features making him seem almost painfully attractive.
Levi tried to keep focused on his work, wanting nothing more than to finish up quickly so he could cuddle with his amazing girlfriend, but he kept getting distracted. He could feel (Y/N) staring at him, her eyes on him making the hair on the back of his neck stand up, his nerves tingling. Levi grit his teeth as he attempted once again to read the same sentence he had read twelve times already to no avail, her intense gaze setting him on fire.
‘Focus, idiot! Fucking focus!’ Levi chastised himself despite the hot coil of want that was swirling in his gut. He was trying to be considerate of her and the speed she had set in terms of the physical side of their relationship, but he was finding it harder and harder to appear unfazed when she wouldn’t stop watching him with that expression on her face.
Finally, Levi slammed down his pen and looked up, his scowl deepening when he saw (Y/N) smile innocently at him and his frustration. Forcing himself to take a deep breath and steady his heartbeat, Levi glared half-heartedly at his lover.
“Why the fuck are you staring at me like that, brat?” Levi asked.
(Y/N) smiled even wider and stood from the couch, her hips swaying enticingly as she made her way over to him. Levi could do nothing but freeze in his chair, his breath caught in his throat when she slithered over his thighs, making herself comfortable on his lap. His heart rate skyrocketed when (Y/N) leaned forward, her lips lightly grazing the shell of his ear, her warm breath on his skin making him shiver.
“I saw something, maybe I shouldn’t have…,” (Y/N) said coyly.
Levi froze at her words, panic flooding his system as he thought about his sketchbook. He had no idea how she could’ve found it, but there was nothing else she could be talking about, since he had nothing else he actively kept from her.
“You did?” Levi asked nervously.
“Hmmm,” (Y/N) purred against him. “I did.”
“(Y/N), I am so sorry, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, I don’t even know why I drew those pictures of you. I just really love you and I guess it got out of hand but I am so-”
(Y/N) placed a finger to his lips and rolled her eyes affectionately at her lover’s uncharacteristic rambling. Levi immediately stopped talking and waited impatiently for her to condemn him, his face flushing slightly with embarrassment.
(Y/N) leaned in and surprised Levi by capturing his lips, encouraging him to relax until he finally gave in, the tension melting from his muscles as he kissed her back with a quiet groan.  When she leaned back, Levi was looking at her with half lidded eyes, his silver hues sparkling with love and wonder for her. Her heart clenched and she smiled genuinely at him before it turned sultry, making Levi’s heart flip. Leaning forward again, (Y/N) nibbled lightly on his earlobe before speaking.
“Next time, Levi, draw me without the sheet.”
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shorkbrian · 4 years
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Okay, soo can you write a pseudoincest one for Midoriya? I feel like he’ll be shy at first & the reader will be the one to approach him (in a non sexual way of course) but then one day he’ll just break & pin her against a wall. :> hehe
Okay okei ok lissen listen litsen
Midoriya and his sister are picture-perfect step-siblings. From the moment they met each other, the two have gotten along great, perfectly at ease with each other. 
Warnings! - NSFW, cunnilingus, dub-con. Pseudo-incest. 
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It’s easy to relax around the green-haired man, with how smiley and soft and completely non-threatening he is. You’ve met plenty of men that are the complete opposite; men that make your skin crawl when they look at you. But your stepbrother isn’t like that - you’re pretty sure he doesn’t even know what a girl is, considering he’s never even shown interest in one. 
You like hanging out with him. Going with him to get coffee every Saturday morning (his treat), plopping down in the bean-bag chairs in his room and completely wrecking each other in Mario Kart, even doing mundane things like laundry or homework is always more fun with Izuku around. it doesn’t hurt that the man is a little too kind for his own good, always offering to do your laundry for you, asking if you need help on any of your homework. He’s always happy to drop whatever he’s doing and come help if you get frustrated with a problem. 
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The two of you were watching a movie, parents gone out on date-night. Both of your gazes were zeroed in on the screen, you clutching at Izuku’s sleeve at every jumpscare, your brother leaning forward and mumbling about cgi and the mechanics of the fake monster suits. 
A sex scene came out of no where, gross. This always happens with semi-decent movies, and it was so awkward. Thankfully, it was just you and Midoriya in the room (if your parents were here, both of you would be red and embarrassed and suddenly interested in the thread count of the couch cover) and it wasn’t that long of a scene. You were still shy though, turning away from the screen to fiddle with your sleeve, look at the texture of the ceiling, pick at your nails.
A load screech drew your attention back, thinking that the movie had returned to the monsters and the chasing and the thrill. You were wrong. In full HD, there was a semi-nude woman, chest tastefully covered by her ripped shirt, a man kneeling in front of her. The man was moving his face against her, the shots being vague but not needing much brainpower to figure out what was happening. You frowned.
“What is he doing? That’s so gross.”
You felt Izuku shift beside you, the man looking down at you. It’d be weird if you looked at him now, saw your flushed, embarrassed face. Why was the man on the screen putting his face down there?
“(Y/N)...... do you..... do you not know?”
He was just as shy as you, stuttering over his words. Know what? Sure, you weren’t exactly experienced in the realm of physical pleasure, but you thought you knew the basics.
At your confused silence, you saw Izuku drag a trembling hand over his face.
“It’s uh... well, you see... when a man and woman love each other very much-”
“Seriously  ‘Zuku?”
You turned to look at him. He was blushing just as hard as you, movie now forgotten.
“Okay, uh, it’s-it’s oral. I guess kinda like a blowjob, but for girls.”
“How would that even feel good? There isn’t anything for him to even like...” You trailed off, regretting blurting out the first thing that popped into your head. Gosh, you sounded like a kid, Izuku probably thought you were so dumb. “Nevermind, let’s just forget it.”
Izuku was still looking at you, nervously shuffling closer.
“You’ve never....?”
“Of course I have!” You spluttered, rising from the couch. Now you were angry, embarrassed, humiliated. Izuku thought you were so stupid that you didn’t even know how sex worked. It’s not like you were currently seeing someone, not in the four short months since you moved into the Midoriya’s house. But you’d had experience in the past! Maybe nothing past penetration, but that still counted as experience!
Izuku rose with you, hands held out in front of him as he tried to salvage the conversation. “I didn’t mean! Not like that anyways...... I was just...”
He waved noncommittally with his hands. You crossed your arms, waiting for him to continue. Izuku was a bit on the shyer side, and you knew that talking about sensitive subjects made him stutter and blush, lose his cool and all. You were willing to be patient, expecting an apology. You got anything but.
“I just mean... I could like, uh... s-show you?”
Your jaw dropped.
Before you could speak, Izuku was rushing on, his words jumbled and breathless. ‘Y’know? It’s just like the uh, well the nice thing to do. It-it feels really good and I know you’d enjoy it, well, I-uh I think. I mean, I-I do... enjoy blowjobs! I could teach you how to do that too, if-well, if you want. We don’t have to do that toda-”
“’Zuku, no...”
You cut him off, staring pointedly at the ground. This was the weirdest situation you’d ever been in. You couldn’t look your brother in the eye, this was just too awkward. 
There was a beat of silence.
Automatically, your feet started carrying you towards the stairs, towards your room where you could play on your phone and forget this whole thing happened. 
Izuku grabbed your arm.
“Wait, wait, just.... c’mere?”
You grabbed Izuku’s arm, trying to pull yourself away from him. “Izuku, I really don’t think-”
“No, no don’t-don’t think. just... just let me...”
The man was pulling you back, giving you a gentle push onto the couch. This was so weird. A hand splayed across your chest, keeping you stationary as you tried to sit up, and Izuku was kneeling. The man pried your legs apart, despite you protesting.
“’Zuku, this really isn’t something I wanna do right now, please don’t touch me like that.”
Izuku raised a finger to his lips, before yanking down your shorts. You squealed his name in surprise. He groaned.
“Oh, oh, this’ll feel so good, just-just trust me, okay? You know I wouldn’t hurt you.”
He was still pressing down on your chest with one hand, ignoring the way your panic rose as his other hand gently caressed your leg, climbing higher and higher. You knew he wouldn’t hurt you, but this was making you uncomfortable. The thought of your stepbrother doing oral or whatever made you squeaky. You didn’t know what to label the feeling - only knew it was bad.
You gasped when a finger pressed against the fabric of your panties; began tracing your folds, prodding at your mound. Your hands flew down to grab his wrist, to push him away, but Izuku wouldn’t be deterred.
Izuku was so much bigger than you, so much stronger. You couldn’t stop him when he pulled your panties to the side, shoved his face between your thighs, close to your cunt. A yelp left your throat when cool air blew gently across your pussy. He was - he was literally blowing on your pussy. 
You shivered.
“Hey, please I don’t wanna do this ‘Zuku, please let me up. Stop doing that, I won’t tell dad, I won’t tell anybody! Please just let me up.”
Your pleas were ignored
A finger began slowly brushing against your cunt, as if Izuku was afraid to touch, afraid to break. You groaned; never in your life had you given that area this much attention. “Feels - feels weird.” you whined, drawing Izuku’s green eyes away from your clenching cunt and up to your face.
“It’ll start feeling good In a second, don’t worry. I’m taking care of you (Y/N), just like I always do.”
Your stomach flipped. This didn’t feel like him taking care of you.
“I-I’ve been wanting to do this for so long... god, thank you.” He was almost whispering, you barely caught the tail end of his sentence before a hot, wet tongue was licking up the length of your pussy. 
“Ah! w-wait!”
Izuku didn’t listen. HIs first lick was slow, calculated. The green-haired man was savoring your taste, licking his lips before diving back in. The sensation was good, you were writhing and squirming in Izuku’s hold, but now for an entirely different reason. 
He quickly became feverish as he drooled over your pussy, pausing occasionally to gather the moisture in his mouth and spit. Then he’d let his tongue spread the wet around, flicking rapidly against your clit.
“’Zuku, ‘Zuku! I can’t - stop, stop!”
It was so wet, and so, so messy. It was downright filthy, the way his tongue was suckling and lapping and dancing against your sensitive pussy. You were losing your mind, trying to free yourself from Izuku’s grasp, escape the intense stimulation that he was attacking you with.
Your orgasm hit you so fast, you barely had the chance to gasp out a stuttered, weak “Cumming!”. 
It felt so good it almost hurt.
The hand on your chest stopped anchoring you to the couch, but you were defeated, boneless. You stopped pushing at Izuku, let yourself lay back and try to catch your breath, sweat making hair stick to your forehead.
The green mass of curls between your legs bobbed gently as Izuku gave short, teasing kitten licks to lap up your juices, loving the way you twitched and whimpered as he played with your sensitive cunt. You were too tired to fight him. 
When the man finally stopped, leaned back on his heels and wiping a hand across his face, you didn’t want to look at him. Instead, you buried your face into one of the couch cushions, hiding from your older step-brother.
“I love you.”
You had loved him too, but not in the same way. He was your brother, your friend. What was he now?
Izuku reached forward, slid your panties back into place so they covered your pussy, giving you some semblance of privacy. You felt the couch dip as he sat next to you, far too close to comfort. It was hard to believe what he had just done.
You couldn’t possibly know that he was going to do more.
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jaemin x reader (smut)
Word Count: 1.2k
Warnings: cock-warming, somewhat public sex, dirty talk, language probably, degradation, use of the word cumslut, kitten, princess, teasing jaemin, the dirty talk in this is insane, mentions of getting caught, renjun watches?, idk man im probably missing something just lmk
You hated your boyfriend. You sat on the couch, horror film flashing on the tv screen in the dreamies dorm. You couldn’t help but clench around Jaemin’s cock as a ghost popped onto the screen, whimpering into his chest as he gripped your hips. You were absolutely dripping around him, buzzing with arousal that he had been teasing you with for hours. 
“Stop moving, love,” his breath ghosted over your ear, “You’re only making it worse for yourself.”
“You know I hate horror movies,” you whined, barely fighting the urge to grind down on him right there. 
“Stop being gross,” Mark whined from across the living room, throwing a piece of popcorn at your head with surprisingly accurate aim. 
“Sorry,” Jaemin smiled at him easily, ignoring your death grip completely, “You know she gets scared of horror movies.”
You glanced haphazardly at Mark, grinding your hips down when his gaze returned to the tv. Jaemin’s hiss was barely audible, but his grip on your hips was so tight it could’ve bruised. 
“You’re acting like such a little slut,” he growled in your ear, “Trying to get me to fuck you in front of all of our friends? Want them to see how bad you are?”
“I-” you started, flinching as another scary scene played on the tv, your pussy throbbing around Jaemin’s cock. 
“I’m not afraid to fuck you in front of them,” he added, thrusting up gently as if to prove his point, “Is that what you want, huh? To be caught?”
His smile only grew at the way you tightened around him. If you hadn’t been so turned on you would’ve hit him at the way his smirk taunted you. Have you mentioned recently that you hate your boyfriend?
“I hate you,” you whispered, shifting so your head was no longer buried into his chest and facing the tv again. His only response to your admission of hatred was a simple chuckle and a peck on the top of your head. 
You willed yourself to focus on the movie, not the throbbing in your clit and the desperate need to come. You stared intently at Jeno’s silhouette, praying that you would think of anything besides your boyfriend's cock that was buried deep in you. To say that it didn’t work was an understatement, and now you had Jeno’s curious gaze on the two of you as well. 
“Is she ok?” he asked, throwing a gaze from your face to Jaemin’s. The squeeze of Jaemin’s hand on your hips barely enough warning before he made you grind down on him. 
“She’s fine Jen,” Jaemin reassured him, hands gently urging your hips to grind lightly against his. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding when Jeno accepted Jaemin’s claim, forehead hitting his shoulder as you continued the movements of your hips. 
“Knock it off, kitten,” Jaemin warned, holding your hips still as best as he could, “We had a deal. Unless you’re already too desperate to think? You are dripping in my lap.”
“Shut up,” you groaned, continuing your ministrations as subtly as you could. 
“Uh uh,” he hissed, pausing your hips with his threatening tone alone, “You’re the one who is acting like a little whore in front of all of her friends. Should I take care of you right here, princess? MAke you take my fucking cum like the little cumslut you are?”
“Jaemin, please,” you whined, shooting a glance towards where Chenle and Jisung sat on the floor, completely focused on the movie. 
“Oh, don’t pretend you don’t love this, kitten,” Jaemin smirked at you once again, meeting your desperate grinding with subtle thrusts of his hips, “I can feel how you tighten around me every time you think we are caught.”
“You’re acting like I can’t feel you twitch every time you talk to one of your members,” you whispered back, “I think you’re enjoying this a little too much Jaem.”
“Stop,” he grunted, halting your hips forcefully with your hand, “Renjun’s looking.”
You tried to wait a few moments before glancing Renjun’s way, heat rising in your body as you met his eyes. He simply raised an eyebrow at the two of you, eyes flickering from where your crotches met underneath the blanket and back up to your faces. 
“Fuck you just got so tight,” he groaned, resting his head against your shoulder, “You really like the idea of being caught don't you, kitten?"
"I like anything when you're this deep in me, "you say,  biting your lip to hold in  the moan threatened  to leave your mouth.
"Oh kitten, you want him to watch don't you? " Jaemin asked, "Go on then, put on a show for him." 
You didn't hesitate to listen, your hips lifting from his gently before slamming back down. you could feel Renjun's eyes on you, but at that point you didn't care. You were a mess. You were Jaemin’s mess. You rut your hips against his as harshly as you can without drawing extra attention to yourself. You were desperate, but you weren't desperate enough to get caught. You almost let out a loud whine as Jaemin forced your hips to stop once again.
"That's enough now, kitten "Jamin added, "it'd be a shame to miss the movie we put on. It is one of my favorites you know.”
“You’re just jealous,” you whined in his ear, trying desperately to lift your hips again. He wouldn’t let you thought. 
“I have nothing to be jealous of babe,” Jaemin laughed back, “You’re mine, only mine. And Renjun knows that.”
You smiled softly as Jaemin let out a pleased hum at the way you tightened around him. He knew exactly what to say to work you up. 
“Will you two shut up?” Jeno groaned, shooting you daggers as he shifted further away from you on the couch. 
“Sorry Jen,” you whispered, genuinely sorry that you had interrupted him. He softened his gaze slightly at that, probably feeling bad for taking away your source of comfort. 
You rested your head back on Jaemin’s shoulder, once again trying to calm yourself down enough to just cock warm your boyfriend. 
Before you knew it, the credits of the film were rolling.
“Sungie, LeLe,” Mark called softly, “Movie’s over guys it’s your bedtime.”
You waved softly at them as they grumbled at Mark. Smile toying on your lips at their antics. When they were fully out of the room Mark glanced at the two of you, nose crinkling in disgust. 
“Please don’t fuck on the couch again,” he groaned, “You guys are disgusting and now it smells like sex.”
“Oh shut up, Mark,” Renjun cut him off, “Like you haven’t fucked Hyuck on that couch.”
The six of you left let out a loud laugh, Hyuck smacking Renjun lightly as an indisputable blush covered Mark’s cheeks. 
The rest of the boys left first, eyeing the two of you warily before calling out their goodnights. And if Jaemin ended up fucking you on that couch while Renjun watched, while that was for the three of you to know.
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Emotional abuse is NOT to be normalized.
Hello everyone! Anon from the “
I’m a victim of emotional abuse
” post. And today I’m going to explain my story of the emotional abuse I went through. 
My story begins as a lot do, online. I was about 10 years old so I didn’t know what were red flags, and what relationships I should avoid. I had a very toxic friend group back then that enjoyed self deprecation and honestly bullying each other, me included. We used to do the cringe roleplays children do and making cringe oc’s. I met someone we’ll call Rin. 
Rin didn’t bully me like the others in the friend group and very often came to me for opinions, and over all talking without making me feel like utter garbage. I ate up all the praise, all the love and support Rin gave me. However, even as early as friendship, they would get angry at me if I did stuff they didn’t like and would sometimes ignore me, sometimes verbally assault me into apologizing for things I really shouldn’t have. 
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For context, Back then I was both unmedicated for anxiety and I was going through a harsh time with my aunt and cousins living with us. When I was 6, my drug addict uncle committed suicide and I’d been living with them for about 4 years by that time. (No, my parents nor aunt told us he committed suicide. at the time, don’t worry) They made my life HELL, constantly getting me in trouble and generally putting me down. 
Context: Rin was 16 when i was 10. 
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One day I was doing our daily playing games with the friend group and Rin when one of our friends, Rose, Told us we’d make a *great* couple. By that time I had some feelings for Rin, we’d voice call occasionally, to me they weren’t a stranger. Rin had agreed and in hind sight I was kind of pressured into the relationship. 
All of the behavior I mentioned before, where they would get pissy whenever I did something they didn’t like or get nice when I did something they *did* like got WORSE. It’s nothing like what media presents, because when people wish to manipulate you they will without hesitation. 
Rin began threatening bodily harm, showing me cuts if I did something vaguely wrong. They would tell me I was worthless without them. That if I’d “Only just listen to me I could make you the best girl ever!" 
They found it funny when I’d get squeamish over topics, continuing the conversations and saying that if I’d just tell them that I’d like it then they’d stop. 
One day when I was 11, it just got too much for me so I said we needed to break up. You wanna know what Rin did? 
They threatened suicide. They told me if I left them they’d kill themselves. That I was all they were living for. That I was the love of their life and if I left them it’d be my fault if they killed themselves. 
I was 11, I didn’t know any better about the situation but I knew I didn’t want them to die so I stayed. I stayed in the relationship. I tried 3 more times to break up with the same result. the same threat of Suicide. Sometimes with photos. 
After that original threat they began getting s*xual. They began mentioning we should meet up IRL, despite us being several states apart. They began describing what they’d do to my body s*xually when we met IRL. They told me that if I didn’t want to fulfill their fantasy’s I was a bad SO. That I should only exist to fulfill their wants and *their* needs. It didn’t matter what I wanted.
when I was 12, I finally had an out. They had been stabbed and sent to the hospital. They weren’t online so I took the chance and broke up with them when they couldn’t do anything about it. They tried when they got back but I was long gone. 
Now normally Media presents this as when a trauma victim starts healing and returns to perfect normalcy. That isn’t the case. Its been at least 4 years since I left them, since I got out of that situation, but I still have the fears. Have the insecurities. I still hear their voice telling me I’m worthless, That I’d be better off a trophy on their wall. That since I’m not their perfect ideal woman I should just shut up and be the best wife to the next man that decides I’m worth their time.
my anxiety’s voice, once a always changing one *became* their voice. I’ve healed, I’ve moved on from the abuse but their voice haunts me. Their Abuse has left mental scars that will NEVER heal. 
This is why having Mental Abuse of any form be normalized is horrible. because it means more people like me will go through situations like these. and not be allowed to escape because we’re "over reacting”. Because we’re “just in hysterics. it’s perfectly normal!" 
this is a serious issue that shouldn’t be brushed under the rug. Miraculous Ladybug is the WORST offender of normalizing Mental Abuse I have ever seen. because I KNOW the red flags. I have trained myself to see them. To protect myself. 
Normalizing normal little issues is fine. But mental abuse? never. NEVER should ANY form of abuse be normalized because it means more victims will appear. This shouldn’t even be a thing but here I am. Having to fight for people to realize this isn’t a thing that should be just accepted. 
TL;DR: My first ex threatened to cause bodily harm when i was 10, and when i was 11 threatened suicide for me daring to try and break up with them. I escaped when i was 12, only barely. Now my anxiety has taken their voice and haunts me to this day.
If you’ve read this long, thank you! and have some
kittens
for what I just made you read. Thank you for your time. 
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First of all, I want to thank you for your bravery in coming forward to share your experience. I am so sorry you had to go through this. Nobody deserves to be treated this way.
Second, you still raise a valid point. 
Media in general tends to downplay emotional abuse and parental neglect, a good example being Monica Geller’s relationship with her parents from Friends. Almost every episode featuring Monica’s mom showed her being insensitive to her daughter and constantly belittled her while undermining her achievements like prioritizing Ross’ new girlfriend over Monica’s weight loss in a flashback. Even if it was unintentional on her part, it still damaged Monica’s psyche, and this kind of treatment was always played for laughs.
The fact that even shows today tend to downplay mental trauma shows that people don’t really understand the kind of damage it can cause.
The way Chloe’s relationship with her mother is portrayed is a good example. At least Friends is targeted towards an older audience so it could be enjoyed in a morbid way by laughing at Monica’s misery, but at its core, Miraculous Ladybug is aimed at children. Children will see Chloe bonding with her neglectful mother and see it as normal, as a good thing.
The fact that Astruc still doesn’t get how bad Chloe’s upbringing was shows he doesn’t get mental abuse either.
You need to better understand mental trauma before actually trying to write it. Otherwise, you end up depicting mental abuse in the wrong way and give viewers the wrong impression of it.
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yandere-daydreams · 3 years
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Kinktober - Day Ten
Prompt: Public-Sex
Pairing: Shigaraki/Reader (Boku No Hero Academia)
TW: Non-Con, Degradation, Oral Sex, Dumbification, Implied Stalking, Implied Jealousy, Delusional Mindsets, and Unfortunate Implications.
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Shigaraki hated people like you.
The preppy type. The oblivious type. The kind that could be shot at point-blank range, and only realize there was a bullet in your fucking brain when the blood started to stain your clothes. You were just some dumb, overdressed thing that waltzed into his bar once or twice a week, hanging on Spinner’s arm or yapping at Dabi’s heels or doing whatever you did with Jin that had you coming back so often, and only leave when you were too drunk to walk and twice as ditzy as you were when you walked in. An moron who never looked over your shoulder as you walked home, never remembered to close your blinds, never gave the man glaring at you from the corner booth a second thought, after one of your oh-so-generous patrons laughed and told you something that made your cheeks flush and your smile widen. Shigaraki hated it. He hated people like that.
And for some reason, he hated you the most.
He’s sure you hated him too, by now, but he was starting to think you were too dumb for something that logical. You’d struggled at first, fought and yelled at him as he cornered you in the dark, grimy alley behind the League’s hideout - but there was no one around to hear you, no one who’d care, and there was nothing your kitten slaps and puppy bites could do after he forced you onto your knees, prying your mouth open as he grappled for something to turn to dust, something cheap and expendable to show you just how much it’d benefit you to mind your manners. But, if there was a drop of that confidence you still had, Shigaraki couldn’t tell. As soon as he’d gotten his message across, you were all bleary eyes, your spine straight but the rest of your body limp. Too much of a fucking idiot to even keep struggling, after he got his dick out.
At least you were useful, like this, his fingers tangled in your hair, your throat fluttering around his cock whenever he dragged your face against his pelvis and let you choke and sputter and drool around him. You were too air-headed to suck properly, too much of a bitch to make this easy for him, forcing him to press his forearm against the uneven brick wall and hunch over you, half his focus on holding himself up, half on fucking into your face. You couldn’t be enjoying it, but he didn’t want you to. He wanted you to learn, and the only way to teach someone like you anything was to pound it into them.
He was giving you too much credit, really. You hadn’t learned much of anything - you hadn’t thought much of anything, not since the back of your head hit something hard and the world around you turned into something distant, all shapes and colors and dark hues that blurred together, making the only clear objects the stranger’s face, his cruel grin. His voice, too, whenever he snapped at you, whenever he called you one of the degrading, disgusting names you thought you’d escaped, when you started frequenting this side of town.
And his cock. You didn’t think you’d be able to ignore that if you tried to.
Your scalp burnt as he jerked you forward, forcing you to gag around him and dig your nails into the fabric pooling on his upper thighs. Trying to keep yourself completely upright was pointless - when he wasn’t threatening you into hollowing out your cheeks and taking him in as far as you could, he was thrusting into your mouth, his hips pistoning in jerky, unpredictable motions as he fought to see just how miserable he could make you. There was a low hiss as he pulled out, your teeth just barely scraping against a prominent vein, but it couldn’t have hurt. He was so quick to push himself back in, to choke you on his cock, nothing he was doing could hurt. Or, it couldn’t be hurting him, at least.
“You’re such a little slut,” He growled, his tone low, raspy, drier than it should’ve been, considering you’d watched him nurse the same drink all night. What did Dabi say about him? You couldn’t remember, but it’d been funny, and you’d punched him in the arm and told him not to talk about people within earshot like that. If you knew what was going to happen, you wouldn’t have laughed at all. Maybe if you’d been a little nicer, he would’ve been, too. 
“I thought you’d be better at this.” Or not, he didn’t really seem like the type to be nice in any situation, much less just because you’d been. “I should’ve known you’d be too dumb for a little practice to make a difference.”
He was being so mean to you. He was being so mean, and you didn’t even know his name.
“You look better with your mouth full.” He was muttering, now, his bottom lip caught between his teeth and his eyes hooded, nearly closed as he pulled out, leaving the tip to rest against your parted lips. He was panting, his breathing heavy enough for you to hear over your own hammering heartbeat, but there was nothing rushed or frantic about the way he let go of your hair, reaching down and taking himself by the shaft. Everything about it was lazy, idle, and yet, everything about the way he looked at you, the way he touched himself, all of it was hostile. As dangerous as he was, as dangerous as he’d promised to be, if you tried to run. “If I cum on your tongue, are you going be a good little cum dumpster and swallow?”
You should’ve nodded. You didn’t want to, he tasted like dust and salt and everything awful, but there were worse things, and you really should’ve just agreed. Your body worked faster than your mind, though, and you were shaking your head before you could stop yourself, tears blurring your vision, all the panic you’d pushed down rising back up before you could think better than to let it. But, he didn’t seem angry. If anything, his grin only seemed to broaden as he pushed himself away, stroking his cock and…
Something warm splattered across your chest, soaking into your shirt and making something in your rib cage snap.
He came on your clothes.
He came on your clothes.
You wanted to cry. You wanted to scream, but it was all you could to sit back and stare up at him as he tucked his flaccid cock into his pants, barely sparing you a second glance before scoffing, pushing his hands into the pockets of his hoodie and taking a step back, watching as you failed to do anything to help yourself. He was still smiling, still sneering, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care when he took you by the arm, pulling you to your feet. About the abrupt softness in his voice, when he spoke to you, again.
You didn’t think you could care about much of anything, right now.
"I’ll walk you home. It’s the least I could do, for my new favorite whore.”
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Hello! I love what you write! HC for Dorm Leaders with a reader who is a gentle and calm lioness who hates fighting, but is a descendant of the Nemean Lion from Greek mythology? (I think it's a priority that you shouldn't mess with her lolololol patience has limits and she wouldn't be against scaring the idiots with threats and putting them in their places hahahaha)
I just blasted my way through this cause hey! why not? Just listened to a podcast on Nemean Lion before I wrote this, its a pretty sad story— hera is the such a bij all the time but honestly if it weren’t for zeus, none of that wouldve happened lol
Anyway, I hope your request is granted love
Tags: nemean lion descent f!s/o x dorm leaders, fluff headcanons [that’s all I do mostly so far :’^)]
Characters: Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar, Azul Ashengrotto, Kalim Al-Asim, Vil Schoenheit, Idia Shroud & Malleus Draconia
Riddle Rosehearts
“You better not come across Grimm, Ace and Deuce whenever they’re on each other’s throats,” he advised
He really couldn’t imagine how s/o would be if she ever got angry,,,,cause she’s always so,,,calm
Whenever he’s mad, extremely mad to the point where his face is red; he’d always go to s/o to rant
But it just from hearing her ask “Hey, what’s wrong?” gently, he started to soften up and regulate his breathing slowly in order to control his anger before he’d start talking to her about his day
He knows that s/o is a descendant of the oh so famous Nemean Lion, and honestly if it weren’t for how majestic and pretty she looked from the inherited features she got from the beast, he wouldn’t believe it; he wouldn’t want to make her angry at all
Once he was reading on the beast and said “The legendary Nemean Lion, is....her ancestor?......That can’t be right,” he’d be so skeptical and convince that maybe its not a direct ancestor
There was a time someone tried to mess with s/o, and she told Riddle that ‘it would be nice if I sent them a threat that I would rip off their heads like my ancestor did to a whole village once,’ she said that with a smile that sent chills down his spine
Leona Kingscholar
Leona should know best to never, ever, mess with a descent of the Nemean Lion
In fact, whenever s/o is around, his ego is well, lowered a little? That Leona? Lowering his ego?
He treats her with respect, and made sure no one from Savanaclaw messed with her, not that she would mind it, since she’s so patient after all; but he knew that patience has its limits
He’d still call his s/o kitten at times, and he loves napping with her on his side cause it helps him sleep easier than usual and in peace cause of the vibe she exudes
When he first found out that she’s a descent, he lowered his head in respect and said “My Queen,”
He loves how soothing and gentle her touch is, he really can’t wrap it around his head how delicate her movements are
When s/o said him what if she tore the throats of those who bothered her casually with a laugh, he’d clear his throat and sweat
Azul Ashengrotto
Even non-land creatures knew to never mess with a descent of the great lion regardless of their patience level
Azul felt that people with the highest level of patience are the scariest
He loved how s/o is always speaking in such a decent manner, so calm and even the words she chose elaborated on how majestic and beautiful her whole existence is
He’d hate it if anyone ever bothered her, it didn’t matter if she cared or not cause he cares
Sometimes Azul would show his vulnerable side to s/o, and talk about his insecurities with her and she’d give him a warm hug and stroke his head gently
“There’s something about you, I can’t pin out what exactly, but you make me tell things I can’t say out loud,”
His reaction to s/o saying she might threaten the people who messed with her is that he’d clean his glasses and tell her that she ought to not do so for he will get things done and he will
Kalim Al-Asim
Both Kalim and s/o are no-anger people dear lord everyone wonders how they’re able to manage that
“You’re a descent of the legendary Nemean Lion? That’s so cool! I wouldn’t want to make you mad at all,” he beamed at s/o
People wouldn’t feel like bothering the both of them at all cause they are just so happy people just back off ~positive vibe check~
Kalim gives her headpats, lots of em! He spoils her a lot and treats her like a queen
“Why I’m treating you like this you ask? Cause you’re my queen! You deserve to be treated like one,” he’d grin and say when s/o asks him why he spoils her sm
Kalim is her ult babbey, she dislikes fighting but if anyone were to fight Kalim bro, they’re dead; not literally btw, her glare and growl is enough to chase em out
Vil Schoenheit
When s/o wakes up, she’d have really bad bed hair, like a lion’s mane
Vil would go in first thing and comb her hair, he loves doing so cause she had rlly rlly nice hair; its the gene she inherited from the beautiful Nemean Lion’s golden fur
Vil’s facial sessions become more therapeutic with her around, so he often makes her do facial with him
“It’d be a waste for a being as pretty as you, to not take care of your appearance,” he paused “well, you’re still not as beautiful as I am though,” he’d clear his throat and look away
He envies how she don’t get angry at all?? Like okay sis no wrinkles to worry about?
He absolutely loves her graceful demeanor in literally everything she does? Its so eye pleasing! He loves watching it almost as much as he loves looking at himself in the mirror
If s/o is about to send threats he’d say that its a waste of her beauty so he prevents her from doing so
Idia Shroud
“A descent of the N-n-nemean L-lion? Why do people of status keep on coming here,” he shivered when he found out at first cause yay! more intimidating people!
When s/o first introduced herself she was definitely not what he’d imagine, he felt less intimidated but still,,,had troubles cause,,,communication
He’d try to avoid her at first but she really do be wanting to be friends with him, so he reluctantly just warmed up to her
But he loves how she doesn’t get into his space! She’s so considerate and understanding. She’s so gentle too, so it makes him feel more comfortable? Maybe?
Idia has a hard time leaving his room, but with s/o’s gentle words and voice, he’d eventually give in somehow
Also he has a strong urge to play with her lion ears cause,,,,they’re so cute,,,,
He knows that she would probably be a very, very scary person if she’s mad, ‘probably as strong as those OP boss charas’ he’d say to her, which she chuckled and poked the tip of his nose, saying that he’s exaggerating
Malleus Draconia
“A descent of the Nemean Lion huh? But you’re oddly so cool headed, ah, not to be stereotypical, I just find it interesting,” he’d smile at s/o and nod his head
He appreciates how she never forgot to include him in things! Sometimes she’d also join for his strolls, he doesn’t mind it of course. It’s good company
S/o always mentioned how she’d prolly be offended if she kept on being forgotten like Malleus
“You? Offended? I doubt so,” he chuckled “I think you could handle the situation better than I could, you are well, a person full of patience,”
Malleus acknowledges s/o’s lineage and knows very well that she is strong, even if he is one of the top mages
Also gives s/o headpats, which, she loves very much
One time s/o scared away some people cause they were messing around with her too much, and Malleus found it adorable, ‘even she can get mad huh’ he’d think to himself with a smile
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Christmas Specials: Jake and Kauri
Honestly, this is mostly just some genuinely sharp pining and yearning.
“Merry Christmas.”
The box, small and light, drops onto the kitchen table with a sound more like a tap than a thud. Jake blinks down at it, cheerfully wrapped in a bright cacophony of rainbow colors in vaguely ornament-like shapes. Jake sets his coffee mug slowly down, steam curling up into the air, particles of dust briefly visible floating through the beams of early morning light.
Kauri hasn’t slept, and it’s clear - his hair is still mussed, he’s wearing clothes from the night before, that particular look of shadowed satisfaction he has after a night well-wasted. Red-rimmed eyes and the slightest wince at the sun coming in through the curtains, and still… still, he’s Kauri, and Jake’s glad to see him.
“Not Christmas yet,” Jake offers, carefully casual. If his eyes are on Kauri’s too long, neither one of them mention it. Kauri smells like cigarette smoke and another man’s cologne, and he doesn’t smoke so Jake knows that means he’s been with someone who does. “You’re up early, Kaur.”
“At what point,” Kauri asks, with the air of a philosopher posing a question for the ages, “Does it stop being up late and begins being up early?”
“When it’s 7 o’clock in the fucking morning, you’re pretty safely at up early. What brought you by?”
Kauri shrugs, pouring himself a cup of coffee. The house creaks around them, ancient bones settling into the foundation. There’s the telltale squeak of the spot just outside the bathroom door, and then the sound of water rushing through pipes. Chris, in the shower, Jake thinks. Antoni steps around the spot on the floor that squeaks. Leila moved out, and they haven’t gotten anyone new for her old room yet.
“I just decided to,” Kauri says, yawning, and something about the way his eyes close makes him look like a sleepy kitten, rumpled and ready to simply list to the side until he collapses. “Had this to give you.”
“I have something for you, too, but I haven’t wrapped it.”
Kauri blinks, pouring peppermint mocha creamer into the coffee cup and topping it off with plain milk. He turns and leans back against the counter, sipping, and the way he smiles a little at the taste of the coffee makes Jake’s chest twist in an anxiety he can name but can’t afford to linger on. “You got me a present?”
Kauri sounds so fucking surprised that it hurts.
Do you really think so little of yourself?
“Of course I did. So did Chris, and Nat, and Antoni.”
Kauri lets out his breath, disbelieving, shaking his head with a half-grin. “I don’t know why. I can’t have anything that doesn’t fit in my backpack.”
“I mean, you could stay-”
“No.” Kauri cuts him off. “No. I can’t.”
“Fair. But I think everyone got you stuff that you can carry with you easy. Plus I think Nat got Keira something, but don’t ask me what. What you buy for a fucking Roomba is beyond me.” Jake watches the way Kauri relaxes back into the easy joking, the more sensitive minefield of simply being cared for avoided for now. “I’ll be right back, then we can exchange, yeah? Just us, first.”
“Yeah.” Kauri gives him that cockeyed grin again, turns to look out the window. The sky is a riot of purples and pinks as the sun slowly rises on a California December. The only change is that it’ll start raining soon, and Kauri wears a sweater sometimes.
Jake pushes himself to his feet, ducking his head as usual to avoid knocking it on the top of the doorframe, heading up the stairs with the solid creaks from the old steps that are as much a part of the house as the pictures Nat keeps on the wall. Chris meets him coming out of the shower, towel-drying his longish hair - he’s growing it out, he says, and it has the slightest curl against the back of his neck and under his ears - and wearing all his clothes already.
With some of the rescues, it’s a sign they still didn’t feel safe, when they took all their clothes into the bathroom and never let their skin be seen. With Chris, as with most Romantics, it’s the opposite. He feels safe enough to know he can make himself comfortable any way he wants. Not feeling like he needs to show skin is a sign of security for him.
“Hey, hey Jake,” Chris says, one green eye covered by the pastel purple towel. “Did, did I hear you, um, you talking to, to-... is, is breakfast-”
“Can you chill up here for a sec?” Jake interrupts him, voice pitched low. At Chris’s confusion, he says softly, “I just… want to do something. Give me ten minutes, yeah? Then I’ll start on breakfast and you can come down.”
“Um, oh-okay,” Chris says, frowning, but he slips into the room he shares with Antoni, and Jake heads for his own room, digging out Kauri’s gift from underneath a carefully arranged pile of basically trash papers in his desk drawer. Hidden, like Kauri was a kid who still believed in Santa.
Hidden, like Jake didn’t want to explain what he did to anyone but Kauri, and definitely didn’t want to explain why.
He heads back downstairs with the gift carefully slipped into his back pocket, unseen until he wants Kauri to know. Ducks his head again - and Jake has been ducking to avoid doorframes since he was sixteen, he thinks, or eighteen maybe - and finds Kauri right where he left him, still sipping his coffee, lost in thought.
Warm gold light edges his mussed-up black curls, sets off the blue of his eyes when he turns to look at Jake. Lights his smile a little, too. Jake’s eyes catch the barest hint of a flash of bare skin at his stomach, where shirt hem and low-slung jeans meet. 
“Want to do yours first?” Jake asks, and his voice sounds airy to him, but Kauri doesn’t seem to notice.
“Nah. You open yours, then I’ll do mine.” Kauri gives a smooth shrug, effortlessly graceful. Or maybe it hadn’t been effortless, before it’d been beaten into him until he couldn’t be anything else. 
Jake nods, slowly, and sits down, carefully shifting his weight not to put any on the phone, and takes the box in hand. He rips open a seam very slowly and shifts the box out, then folds the wrapping paper and sets it to the side. 
He catches Kauri watching him, eyebrows furrowed again and glances up. 
“Why-... why didn’t you just tear it?” Kauri points at the folded square, as neat as origami. “Why did you do that? It’s like 15 cents of paper.”
Jake shrugs, running his fingers over the smooth, plain brown box the size of his palm, mostly flat. “We always saved wrapping paper to use the next year, when I was a kid. It’s just a habit, guess I never lost it. What’s in here?”
“Open the box and see.” Kauri holds his mug in both hands, giving him a pleased little smile, and not for the first time, Jake thinks, if I’d met you any other way…
He opens the box. Inside, there’s three gift cards, slightly shiny, and Jake looks each one over, blinking, before he looks up. “This is… the Mitchells Center downtown, the Blue Martini, and… Holden’s Harbor… Kauri, this is-... what is this?”
“A date.” Kauri bites down on his lower lip, looking at Jake over his mug, and his eyes are sparkling bright. Jake almost opens his mouth to say, I’m so sorry, we can’t do that, we just can’t, when Kauri quickly adds, “For you and Addie.”
Jake’s protest dies, unspoken. “For… for Addie?”
“Yeah. You’ve been talking for months about saving up for a big anniversary thing, and then, you know, I heard you say you were giving Nat a bunch of your money when the pipe burst and the basement flooded, so…” He shrug, again. “I didn’t want you to miss out on your date. And I remembered you said she likes that bar, the Blue Martini, I know the bartender there-”
You know everyone, everywhere.
“-so he’s gonna give you drinks half-price, just tell me the night and I’ll let him know. Then Holden’s Harbor, that’s the big one, but I’m friends with a waiter and the hostess is going to give you a table that looks over the Bay, she’s fun, I partied with her a few week ago. And then… the Mitchells Center is doing Hadestown, and you said that’s Addie’s big thing right now. So. Happy anniversary.” 
Jake is, for a moment, utterly speechless. “Kauri this is like-... three hundred dollars of-... you can’t possibly-”
“Four. But don’t worry about it. I had a bunch of really good weeks a couple months ago and I don’t spend much money, anyway. Is it good? Do you think?”
Jake just stares at the gift cards for a second, swallowing around a lump in his throat, a tightening threatening to take his voice. “It’s, um.” His voice cracks a little and he has to clear his throat to recover it. “It’s amazing, Kaur. Thank you. Um… like I said, I didn’t have time to wrap it, but…” He pulls the gift out of his back pocket and lays it out on the table between them.
Kauri steps forward, setting his mug down. “What-... a new phone? Thanks, I-”
“Yeah, but, um, that’s not what’s important. Just…” Jake picks the phone up, and it feels like such a dumb thing, now, what he did, but he powers through it. The phone isn’t locked yet, and it’s easy to pull up the apps and folders, select one, and open it up. He slides the phone closer. “Pick one of those, and click it.”
Kauri looks down, and Jake looks with him. It’s a file folder open to a bunch of sound files, each one labeled with an emoji rather than words. A heart, a broken heart, a smile, a sad face. A gravestone. A tree. A cat.
His finger hovers, and then taps deliberately over the heart. A line of options pops up, each one punctuated with new emojis. The one Kauri picks is marked with a face that has blue eyes and black hair, a leaf, and a flower.
“I swear,” A voice - Jake’s voice - comes out of the phone’s speaker, “since seeing Your face, the whole world is fraud and fantasy. The garden is bewildered as to what is leaf or blossom. The distracted birds can’t distinguish the birdseed from the snare.”
“What is this?” Kauri’s voice is hushed, and uncertain. He almost sounds scared. But he doesn’t stop the recording. 
“A house of love with no limits,” The voice continues, “A presence more beautiful than Venus or the moon. A beauty whose image fills the mirror of the heart. The Divani Shamsi Tabriz XV.”
Jake clears his throat again. “That’s, um, Rumi.”
Kauri’s breath catches in his throat, and he looks for a second like he’ll pick another choice, then pulls his hand back, looking up at Jake wide-eyed. “You… recorded poetry? For my Christmas present?”
“Yeah.” Jake licks at his lips, his heart pounding for reasons he can’t really explain to himself, or maybe just doesn’t want to. “You, um, you quote-... you quote shit all the time, so I started looking it up, and it’s almost always… poetry. So I figured, maybe, um, maybe-... you liked that shit, you know? And you shouldn’t have to… not get it, just because you can’t read yet. So I recorded, um, like… two hundred poems or something?”
Kauri opens his mouth to speak, closes it again. 
“Oh my God,” is all he says. His voice cracks.
Jake’s chest twists, nervous, he finds himself tapping his foot on the floor, twisting fingers into his pajama pants. 
Kauri leans over and pushes another poem, in a sudden burst of movement like he wants to stop himself and can’t. “Sometimes, I think you get the worst of me.” Jake’s voice is softer on this poem, and it’s uncomfortable listening to himself read this. Why did Kauri choose the love poems? “The much-loved loose forest-green sweatpants, the long bra-less days, hair knotted and uncivilized, a shadowed brow where the devilish thoughts do their hoofed dance on the brain.”
“This is Ada Limon,” Kauri whispers.
“I’d like to say this means I love you, the stained white cotton T-shirt, the tears, pistachio shells, the mess of orange peels on my desk, but it’s different than that. I move in this house with you, the way I move in my mind, unencumbered by beauty’s cage.”
“You, uh, mentioned her one day when Nat was listening to NPR-”
“Ssshhhh,” Kauri says, holding up a hand, as Jake’s recorded voice keeps reading.
“I do like I do in the tall grass, more animal-me than much else. I’m wrong, it is that I love you, but it’s more that when you say it back, lights out, a cold wind through curtains, for maybe the first time in my life, I believe it. Ada Limon, Love Poem With Apologies for My Appearance.”
There’s a long silence broken only by Kauri’s harsh breathing, and Jake watches tears build in his wide blue eyes. He’s done something wrong, somehow. It had seemed like a good gift but he’s ruined it, somehow it wasn’t right at all, it wasn’t-
“Thank you, this is-... this is amazing,” Kauri says. Barely words. More just a breath.
Some part of Jake had been tense and coiled to turn in on himself in anger. That part, at the words, relaxes. “You’re welcome. Is it-... is it good, or…”
“You, um-... you fucking heard, some shit I said, and you-... got me something, I just...” Kauri’s hands move nervously, over himself and over the back of the chair, to the phone, back up to his hair. He meets Jake’s eyes, and his brim with tears and Jake feels his own heating up in response. “You just… I, I don’t-... no one’s ever done anything like this for me.”
“Really?”
“I m-mean, not that I know of anyway.” The joke falls flat, Kauri’s voice is too full of tears. Kauri picks up the phone like it’s a precious object that might shatter or disappear, holds it with reverent hands. Swallows and looks at Jake like he’s seeing him for the first time. “I didn’t-... know you listened to me so much.”
“‘Course I do. Merry Christmas,” Jake says, voice maybe a little thick, buried in the things they don’t say to each other. “Merry Christmas, Kauri.”
Kauri pours himself another cup of coffee, and Jake lets out a breath he hadn’t known he was holding at the sign that Kauri will stay a little longer. 
With his back to Jake and the phone still clutched in one hand, Kauri says, “Merry Christmas, Jake.”
They both pretend that Kauri’s voice isn’t shaking.
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