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starstruckkittensweets · 4 months

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sweet dreams

Petra Ral x Reader

fandom: attack on titan

This was originally planned for Kinktober 2023 with the topic "sleepy sex," but I never got around to posting it in time. I cleaned it up a bit and decided to share it now; better late than never, right? Also I've only written for Petra once or twice before on the side, I've never given her a full fic of her own. I had a lot of fun with this one, too; I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I did writing it!

warnings: 18+ only (minors DNI), smut, fingering, oral (f. receiving), tribbing, unprotected sex, a lot fluffier than I intended but oh well, also a twinge of angst because Reader is shamelessly in love with her girlfriend || words: 2.2k

It’s raining softly by the time you wake up. A soft patter against the windowpane, same as it was the night before. You blink the sleep from your eyes, stretching your arms out with a yawn, and smiling softly at the redhead lying beside you in your bed.

Petra’s always so cute when she sleeps. Well, you think she’s cute no matter what she does, but there’s just something about her sleeping form that makes her all the more alluring to you. Perhaps it’s the way her features soften, the way her hair gets all frazzled against the pillows. Or maybe it’s the soft noises she makes; either loud snores you’re sure to tease her for later on, or breathy moans as she snuggles deeper into your chest.

Or maybe it’s the fact she’s safe and sound in your arms, that she trusts you enough to let you see her in such a vulnerable position. That she knows that, as long as you’re nearby, you won’t let anything bad happen to her.

She’s sprawled out on her stomach, legs entwined with yours, one arm thrown around your shoulders while the other one rests against your chest. You brush a few strands of hair away from her face, carefully pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Still so sweet and pretty.

“…Are you staring at me again?”

You snicker at her voice, raspy and thick with sleep, as her eyes flutter open. “Maybe. Can’t help it, though. You’re fucking gorgeous.”

She rolls her eyes, curling a strand of hair behind her ear, propping her chin up on your bare chest. Drumming her fingers along your skin, stifling a yawn as she blinks sleepily up at you.

“I’m flattered—but I think you’re gorgeous, too. Even more than you think I am.”

A soft tap on your nose brings a smile to your lips. It’s mornings like these that make you realize just how damn lucky you are right now. The rain gentle against the windows, last night’s clothes strewn across the bedroom floor, holding your one and only in your arms. Knowing that no matter what may happen, the two of you have each other’s complete devotion. You wouldn’t trade your time with Petra for anything else in the world—and from the way she trails a line of kisses down your neck, you have a gut feeling she’s thinking the same exact thing.

It’s hard not to moan once she reaches your throat. Lips warm and soft, her bright eyes flickering up when she pulls away. You wrap an arm around her shoulders and tug her in for a kiss, morning breath be damned.

Love her. Never let her go. Never let her slip away like the others.

She slides her thigh between your legs, groaning softly when she shifts her knee slightly. The two of you have a habit of sleeping naked, opting to keep each other warm after your nighttime activities. It’s too much work to get dressed after cleaning up, especially when you’re already exhausted from training earlier in the day. Neither of you seem to mind, though; just makes mornings like this that much sweeter.

Your hands are moving on their own, cupping her cheeks, her breasts, slowly making their way down to her waist. She hisses against your mouth when you brush your fingers down her inner thighs, and she lets out a little whine when you slip a hand between them.

You snicker against her mouth, “Wet already, Pet?”

“Not my fault,” she mumbles, a faint dusting of pink coloring her cheeks. “…Woke up like this…”

Is that so? You smirk and trace over her slit, drinking in the blissed-out look on her pretty little face. “You weren’t having any naughty dreams about me again, were you?”

She squirms, not so subtly bucking her hips into your hand. “S-so what? You never complained before—”

And suddenly she’s gasping, burying her face in the crook of your neck, as you slide a finger into her heat. Already so tight and soaked for you, just as she was last night. Not that you’re much better—you can practically feel yourself dripping onto the sheets below.

You kiss the shell of her ear, slipping another finger inside, curling them upwards and making her moan. Her thighs squeeze shut around your hand, so hard you wonder if she can cut off the circulation in your wrist. Probably, but you’d much rather feel her squeezing her thighs around your head instead.

She whines out your name, rolling her hips into your hand, matching the slow beat of your thrusts. Her slick dripping onto your bare thigh, her legs tightening and pressing into the mattress below. You brush her hair back and kiss her cheek, savoring the way she moans when your thumb finds her clit.

“Such a dirty girl, already sopping wet, and the day’s barely begun.” Her breasts are warm against your own, and the way she tilts her head back gives you a glorious view of her throat. “What do you want from me, huh? Want me to fuck you right here, right now?”

Her nails sink into the skin of your shoulders, her pussy clamping down on your fingers. Guess she likes that idea.

“Aww, couldn’t get enough last night? Still so eager to let me fuck you, is that it?”

Petra lets out a moan as you roll her onto her back, tucking her beneath your body. Fingers still deep inside her as you wrap your lips around her nipple. Your eyes are still heavy with sleep, but the burn between your thighs is too much to ignore at this point. And the warmth of her pussy around your fingers is too sweet, too fucking good to stop now.

She’s panting hard now, thighs trembling around your hand, moaning your name as her pussy clenches down hard. You kiss your way down her body, savoring her whines when you push her thighs apart and settle in between them. Smirking up at her when you lick at her little puffy clit, and she jolts with a shout of your name.

“F-fuck! Right there—please, gonna come, I need to—”

Her eyes are squeezed shut, hair splayed across the white pillows as she tosses her head from side to side. Clamping, heaving, begging for you to let her come. And how could you say no to her when she’s sounding like that?

“’S okay, Pet,” you mumble against her clit, “you can come for me. Come on my tongue, pretty girl—”

It only takes a few more swipes of your tongue before she’s latching her thighs around your head. Squeezing you in that death grip of hers, thighs thick with muscle from years of training under the Scouts. You rub her clit in tight circular motions, curling your fingers into her, and suddenly there’s a burst of sweetness on your tongue. Slick and warm, you swear you could get drunk off the taste of her pussy alone.

Her chest is heaving by the time you’re done, lapping up her juices and sucking them off your fingers. You make sure she can see you, her amber eyes half-open as she gives you a lazy smile. You return it and lean down to kiss her, letting her taste herself on your tongue.

“So good for me, such a good fucking girl… You got one more in you? Wanna see your face this time.”

She nods weakly, but the fire in her eyes is as strong as ever. “I think so… Can I make you feel good, too?”

“You already do.” She lets you guide her hand between your thighs; it’s only fair she knows how wet she makes you, after you’ve seen what you can do to her. You buck your hips slightly, and a shiver courses through her body. “Feel that? ’S how I feel every time I look at you… Fuck, you drive me crazy, Pet—”

“I want to,” she whispers, digging her nails into your shoulders. Tugging you closer, moaning softly when the heat of your pussy presses against her own. “I want to make you feel good. So please, let me…”

You trace your thumb over her bottom lip. Fuck, how did you manage to get so lucky with a girl like her?

Her lips are hot and slippery against your own, her fingers carding lazily through your hair. You slide her legs apart, adjusting yourself between her thighs. She’s completely soaked, moaning and bucking her hips to meet yours halfway. It’s hard not to smile as you pin her hips to the mattress, holding her still as you press yourself against her pussy.

And holy fucking shit, if her pussy isn’t the most wonderful thing you’ve ever felt—

Every time feels like the first time all over again. Petra’s just that kind of girl; able to make you smile and laugh, a warm sense of comfort and relaxation pooling in the pit of your stomach. She makes you feel completely safe, whether you’re inside the Walls or out on an expedition on the outside. She has that aura about her, the kind that whispers sweet nothings in your ear and holds you close on those stormy nights. The kind that sends a swarm of butterflies straight to your stomach, makes all the blood in your body rush to your head at once.

“You can trust me with your secrets, I won’t tell a soul.”

“Petra,” her name tastes sweet on your tongue, “can I tell you something?”

She sucks in a breath when you begin to roll your hips. Slow and steady, savoring each moment you steal for yourselves. Nevertheless she’s nodding her head, lips parted with an airy sigh.

“What is it?”

And suddenly your chest feels heavy, like a thousand stones are piled up against your ribcage. You swallow hard, trying to focus on the heat of her skin, the friction of her clit rubbing against your own. And it almost works—but then you’re burying your face in the crook of her shoulder. Peppering her neck with fervent kisses, shivering at the taste of salt on her skin.

Curling your arms around her, as tight as you can, bringing her deeper into your chest.

“…I think I love you.”

Her whole body trembles at the thrust of your hips. Your head is spinning, too many things are happening at once. The brush of her hair against your face, the squeal of the mattress beneath your bodies, the slick heat of her pussy sliding against yours—and the way she grabs your face and yanks you in, pressing a sloppy kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“It’s okay—I think I love you, too.”

You’re far too gone at this point; nothing else matters but the two of you. Writhing against each other, whining each other’s names into your mouths with every thrust of your hips. Petra spreads her legs even wider, sneaking a hand down to toy with your clit. Pleasure sears through your veins at the first brush of her fingers, her voice soft and breathless as she whines against the shell of your ear.

“Love you—wanna come for you—come with me—”

You twist your fingers in her hair, eyes squeezing shut as you tremble in her arms. She groans out your name as she reaches her peak, juices trickling down her thighs—and just the sound of her voice is enough to finally push you over the edge.

Grasping at every inch of her you can reach, hips stuttering when you call out her name. The sounds that reach your ears are so obscene, the way her cum mixes with your own, soaking the sheets below.

But then you glance up at her with half-lidded eyes, seeing her flushed face and swollen lips, and you can’t stop yourself from kissing her.

“Love you, Pet. Always have, you know that?”

She nods, wrapping her legs around your waist and rolling you onto your back on the mattress. “I know, and I love you too.”

You want to say more, but there aren’t enough words in the world to describe what you feel for her. What she makes you feel, what boils up in your chest every time you look at her. The way she makes you smile, the warmth of her arms around your body, the sheer devotion you feel for her. The way you would lay down your life for her without question, even if it meant disobeying orders. The way nothing else matters compared to Petra and her safety, and her unshakeable love for you.

But your tongue is thick with exhaustion, every bone in your body crying out for some proper rest. And judging by the way her head sinks into the pillows beside you, you think it’s safe to say she feels the same way.

A strand of her red hair falls in front of her eyes; you slide it behind her ear before pressing a lazy kiss to the corner of her mouth. You can always tell her later, when you have time. When you aren’t about to pass out.

It’s still raining by the time the two of you drift back to sleep, tangled up in each other’s arms.

#petra ral #petra x reader #petra ral x reader #petra ral x y/n #petra ral x you #aot x you #aot x reader #attack on titan x reader #sweets and treats #aot fics

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levisforgottentea · 5 months

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Petra’s soft red hair laid against your shoulder. Fuck it was soft, you gently pat it as you readjust yourself. It had been a long day of government shit and you sat in a chair with her in your lap. The clock struck 11pm and she had been asleep for around a hour now. You gently kiss her ear as you whisper to her. She presses her cheek into you, her long eyelashes flutter open and she smiled as she pulled you in for a kiss😩

An: Petra my love🤕💕

#male reader #shingeki no kyojin #gn reader #gender neutral reader #attack on titan #aot scenarios #aot Petra #petra ral #petra x reader #snk #aot #aot fandom #Petra my babe😍

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randoimago · 2 years

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Can I request Ryukyu, Momo and Petra first kisses headcanons? Thank you Kat!

First Kiss Headcanons

Fandom: Attack on Titan // My Hero Academia

Characters: Petra, Ryukyu (Ryuko Tatsuma), Momo Yaoyorozu

Type of Request: Headcanons

Notes: Ngl, I thought Petra was another MHA character that I missed somehow (I checked the wiki and apparently there is a Petra but there's like barely a sentence of info for them) >.<

Attack on Titan

Petra

She's definitely embarrassed, but also excited. With how messed up life is, she's going to do her best to enjoy the first kiss.

Honestly, it probably wouldn't be long into the relationship when she'd kiss you just because no one knows how long they'll live in this life.

So she's not really thinking of making the kiss "perfect". It's fine if there's no fireworks or a crap ton of passion because it is a kiss that is her pulling you to her without any preparation and giving you a kiss.

When there's more time or a break then she'll give you a better kiss where she's actually trying to make it perfect, but the first kiss is going to be a bit messy and rushed.

My Hero Academia

Ryukyu

Honestly your first kiss with her is either a cheek or a forehead kiss. It takes a bit longer for an actual kiss on the lips.

It's a sweet peck too. It's cute and the smile she gives you afterwards let's you know she really cares for you even if the kiss was short and to the point.

Probably a kiss before she goes on a really tough mission. You always get forehead or cheek kisses before she leaves but she'll be sure to give you a peck on the lips before she leaves for something dangerous.

Yaoyorozu

More on the shy side because she doesn't have a whole lot of experience. Would want you to take the lead just because she doesn't know what she's doing.

When she does then it's still on the shy side. Like she isn't quite sure but she also wants to make you happy. It's not a long kiss either, short and sweet.

Also one to give you kisses on your forehead or bring the back of your hand to her lips. Prefers kissing in private than public though. It's more romantic that way, or it is to her.

Doesn't give out kisses freely though. Maybe if she's helping you study and you answer correctly then you get a kiss or if training goes really well. Or if the class is attacked by villains again.

#ajanisapprentice #my hero academia x reader #mha x reader #attack on titan x reader #aot x reader #petra x reader #ryukyu x reader #yaoyorozu x reader #ryuko tatsuma x reader #momo yaoyorozu x reader

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astridthevalkyrie · 2 years

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A Scene Popped Into My Head But Instead Of Writing A Whole AU I’m Just Going To Write That One Scene <3

—> Scene Capture Fics Masterlist

—> Today’s Feature: Assistant Petra!

—> a/n: yes, i AM posting a scene capture fic after a long time and yes i am doing it for petra and not levi. if you want to know, please read the first line in this post <3

"Good morning," you offer coyly to the shirtless man next to you, who doesn't offer you anything more than a grunt in response as he types away at his laptop.

Yes, this is just a wonderful thing to wake up to.

"Are we dating now?" You stretch as you wake up fully, sitting up and pushing aside the strays of your hair from your face carelessly. Levi doesn't even grace that one with a sound, just a clear grimace. You smirk, not that he sees you. "Fine. You were good, though."

"I know that," he says dismissively, still not looking away from his Tetris game or whatever else must be so interesting on the screen.

Always a delight with him. Yawning, you toss on your bra and panties before stepping out of the bedroom, greeted by the too-bright light streaming through the window of the kitchen. If you weren't so high up, you'd be slightly concerned about someone seeing you.

Although, it looks like you don't have to worry, since someone who's already inside is doing all the seeing anyways.

A pretty redhead in a pencil skirt and adorable blouse takes you in, blinking in surprise a few times before she clears her throat. "Um. Let me escort you out, ma'am."

"Excuse me?" You raise a brow at her as you grab a plum from the bowl of fruits that Levi never eats but always keeps freshly stocked. "Who are you?"

She stands up straight, like she thinks you're appraising her—you're really not, you just wanted to know why some random lady was in Levi's apartment.

"I'm Petra Ral, ma'am. Mr. Ackerman's assistant. I organize his schedules, accompany him during all his meetings, and escort his...guests, off the premises."

You snort. "So you what, take out the trash? Not very feminist of you."

Petra flushes scarlet. Easily embarrassed, clearly. Levi sure knows how to pick them, this is the cutest assistant he's had in a while. You wonder if they...nah, Levi's too much of a dork to try anything with someone who works for him. "That's not what I meant to say, you put words in my mouth."

You could put something else in her mouth, something pink that you keep at home in your second drawer, to the left.

"Wasn't my intention, Ms. Ral," you mimic her formal tone back, "but you also don't need to worry. I'm not hanging around due to clinginess, I'm just hungry." With that, you take a large bite of the plum, taking care to swallow and lick the juice off your lips before speaking again (to your delight, Petra watches every motion). "Levi won't get pissy with you, don't worry. We're old friends."

Friends might be stretching it, but you've clearly made the cute girl awkward enough already, so you don't need to go further by saying you and Levi liked each purely for the sex.

"I...see. In that case, can I get you something, ma'am?"

"No," you offer cheekily, leaning on the counter, aware that you're only in your undergarments and that she's doing her best to pretend she's not trying to look at your chest. "Just your company is plenty this morning, Ms. Ral."

Once more, she blushes.

Holy shit, you chose the right night to hook up with Levi.

Still, you suppose he's not the only one with important affairs to attend to, so you really should get going. It's too bad, you really wanted to stay and flirt with this pretty girl, but duty calls. You finish your pear and give her a wink before heading back to Levi's room to change.

"Hey, darling?"

"Don't call me that," comes Levi's immediate response. Just another nickname to add the blacklist, then. "What?"

"I'm gonna hook up with your assistant. Just a heads up," you offer casually, before turning on your heel to head out.

"Fucking hell," you hear him mutter under his breath, "not again."

#aot x reader #petra x reader #petra ral x reader #petra ral #levi ackerman #assistant petra #scene capture fics #valkyrie stories

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togetherhearted · 8 months

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Fe3h request is coming! How about Bernadette, Petra and Hapi dating S/O, who's not afraid to use dirty tricks in battle?

*Rubs hands* this is going to be fun!

I hope it will be fine. I made you wait quite a lot.

BERNADETTA,HAPI AND PETRA'S S/O USING DIRTY TRICKS IN BATTLE

Bernie admired your bravery for going to battle while she prefers to hide. She draws the line at "dirty tricks" though as it scares her. What if someone finds out it is you and go for your head? You assure her there's nothing to be afraid of and your tricks actually can prevent her for being hurt.

Hapi doesn't mind your dirty tricks usage. Sometimee,to your eyes,she seems like she doesn't even care so you feel free to scheeme at your heart content. She recognizes that your tactics might be useful as she doesn't like to fight people head on. Having another way to battle makes her feal at ease.

Petra will point out that you are like Claude; you are not sure if it is a compliment or not but she praises you for your genius in battle. She prefers to show her strenght and abilities to her enemies but recognizes your tactics can be a valid solution to turn battles.

She might as well ask you if you'd like to show her something

#x reader #fire emblem #fire emblem x reader #fire emblem 3 houses #hapi fire emblem #hapi x reader #bernadetta fire emblem #bernadetta x reader #petra fire emblem #petra x reader

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sluttywonwoo · 2 months

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they wanna (fuck)

pairing: joshua hong x f reader x vernon chwe

summary: your boyfriend joshua wants to explore something new with you… and his best friend

warnings: swearing, smut (18+ ; mdni)

smut warnings: threesome/cuckolding adjacent, oral (f receiving), protected and unprotected sex, choking

word count: 3.2k

your boyfriend grew up an only child. he’s not the best at sharing. which is why it surprised you more than a little bit when he suggested letting one of his best friends fuck you.

it wasn’t like you were opposed to the idea, you just didn’t think he was serious. you thought it might be a test. but it wasn’t.

“why vernon?” you’d asked.

“he’s got a thing for you,” joshua said, shrugging like it was no big deal.

“and he told you this?”

“nah, just caught him looking at your ass a bunch of times.”

“and have you asked him about this?”

“i was going to bring it up the next time i see him.”

“oh my god, he doesn’t even know?”

joshua scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest. “well, of course i’d bring it up to you first! it’s your vagina!”

“you’re unbelievable.”

“look, do you want to fuck him or not?”

you did want to fuck vernon. it wasn’t like it was a fantasy of yours or even something you’d dwelled on beyond a passing thought, but the man was certainly easy on the eyes and the way he carried himself made you wonder about… things how big it was.

joshua didn’t tell you exactly how the conversation went down. he just told you that vernon was “extremely down” for it, and that they planned for a time when all three of you were free.

“but why do you want me to fuck one of your friends?”

his cheeks turned pink. “um, it’s kind of a possessive thing, i think.”

“what? how does that work?”

“i just think it’d be hot to watch someone fuck you knowing that i get to have you all the time. i’m letting them have a taste but they’ll never get to experience you the same way i will… never get to make you feel the way i do.”

it was your turn to be flustered.

joshua peeked at your reaction. “is that… bad?” he asked nervously.

you shook your head. “no, not bad at all.”

he breathed a sigh of relief. “okay, good. good.”

when the day actually rolled around, you could tell joshua was having second thoughts. he kept himself busy all morning, cleaning the kitchen, doing laundry, organizing and reorganizing your shared record collection (they’re chronological now)…

“we don’t have to do this,” you reminded him.

“i know. i want to, though,” he assured you. “i’m just nervous about what it will be like to see you with someone else…” he trailed off but you knew what he was implying. he was afraid his jealousy would get the better of him.

you rubbed his back comfortingly as you listened. “well, we can stop at any time.”

he nodded and took your hand, squeezing it once. “the same goes for you, you know.”

you checked the clock. “shouldn’t he be here by now?”

“have you ever known vernon to be on time?”

“fair enough.”

he gets there around fifteen minutes later, looking just as nervous as your boyfriend. maybe even more so. but once joshua goes over the arrangement again and everyone starts taking their clothes off, they both seem a lot more relaxed.

“you can kiss her, you know,” joshua murmurs from his side of the room, apparently dissatisfied with the pace of things. “as long as you don’t leave any marks.”

“is that ok?” vernon asks you.

“yeah, kiss me,” you encourage, pulling him by the shoulders until his nose is just inches from yours.

he closes his eyes and leans in, meeting you halfway. it’s a weird feeling, kissing someone who isn’t your boyfriend, but it isn’t bad. embers of excitement from the unfamiliarity of it all are quick to spark between you, quelling the anxiety and igniting something carnal inside you both. vernon’s the first to use tongue, much to your surprise. a startled moan leaves your lips as he slips his tongue between them.

you’re not sure how much time passes before he pulls away but when he does you’re taken aback by his appearance. your boyfriend’s best friend, always so reserved and quiet, looks like a completely different person.

vernon’s always been handsome of course, but you’ve never looked at him like you’re looking at him now.

he looks almost vampiric, pale skin glowing in the dim light of the table lamps lit on your nightstands. his cheeks are flushed pink with heat and his lips are a little swollen from kissing you so deeply.

“can i touch you too?” he asks, breathless.

“yes, please,” you gasp, “please touch me.”

his hand slides down between your bodies to where your legs are already spread for him. you’d be embarrassed about how eager you are for another man in front of your boyfriend if he wasn’t currently watching the two of you while he palmed himself over his boxers.

everyone had just undressed to their underwear so no one’s naked yet but vernon appears to be intent on changing that for you. he pulls your panties to the side, exposing you to both him and joshua as he pushes a finger inside of you.

your grab on to him for stability, head falling slack against his shoulder.

“add another one, she likes the stretch,” joshua advises.

vernon stiffens a bit— you can’t tell whether it’s from annoyance at being told what to do instead of being allowed to figure it out himself, or if it’s because he had forgotten your boyfriend was still there altogether, but he does what he’s told nonetheless.

the effect is immediate. you moan, maybe a little too loud, and try to muffle yourself in vernon’s shoulder. your first instinct is to bite him, because that’s what you do with joshua when things start feeling intense, but you don’t know him like that. you don’t know if it’s something he’s into. still, your grip around his bicep tightens as he continues to finger you, nails threatening to dig into his skin.

“you can mark me up,” he tells you with a smirk, like he can read your mind. “i don’t mind.”

you take him at his word, sinking your teeth into his shoulder. he moans at the feeling and it’s only then that you realize you could be touching him too. you reach for him but before you can get your hand on him he leans back to look at joshua.

“can i eat her out?”

your boyfriend considers his friend’s request for a moment before answering.

“yes, but she can’t suck you off.”

you wilt a bit but you know joshua didn’t make that rule to punish you. he was already sharing so much of you by exploring this kink that you can’t blame him for wanting to keep part of you for himself. you’re honestly surprised he’s letting vernon go down on you in the first place.

vernon tsks. “i don’t care about that, i just want to taste her. lay back for me, baby.”

you do, but not before scooting up the bed so that vernon can comfortably lay on his stomach between your legs. joshua comes to your side and tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“how’re you doing, baby?”

“good,” you say through a hazy smile.

“yeah? his fingers feel good?”

“mhm…”

“i bet his mouth will too.”

you can see how hard joshua is through his boxers, can see the small dark spot where precum had seeped through the fabric. you’re relieved to know he’s enjoying it just as much as you are— maybe more. you long to touch him too. you try to, but he steps just out of reach. is no one going to let you jerk them off tonight?

you’re distracted by vernon again before you can protest.

“let’s get these off of you,” he murmurs, tugging at the elastic of your panties.

you lift up so he can slide them down your legs. he gets them off in record time and shoulders himself between your thighs, kissing his way up to your pussy. first your knee, then your inner thigh, then the crux of your hip.

“not too much now,” joshua warns from his corner.

you roll your eyes. “shua…”

“what! i’m just reminding him not to get too comfortable!”

“that’s fair,” vernon interjects. “sorry.”

joshua mumbles something else but neither you or his best friend catch it because vernon had already buried his face in your cunt.

“oh, fuck,” you gasp, hands flying to his hair.

he’s eager for it, that much is clear. he only sucks on your clit for a couple of seconds before going straight to tongue-fucking you, as if that had been his goal this whole time. you figure he must feel like he has something to prove— or he just really likes eating pussy.

it’s good. he’s good. too good. he’s not better at it than joshua, but he is about to make you cum in a few seconds flat which is a problem because you never cum that fast with your boyfriend.

it’s probably a mixture of vernon’s aggressive technique and how hot you find this whole arrangement to be but you still don’t want it to make joshua feel some type of way so you try your best to hold off a little longer.

you conjure up sad thoughts, try thinking about all the chores you need to do, all the things you’ve heard men do when they try and stave off an orgasm but you know you’re fighting a losing battle.

“already, baby?” joshua muses, drawing your attention to him again.

he’s degrading you like he normally would in bed but you can tell he’s at least a little pissed off from the way his eyes are wider than usual.

“is he that good?”

you shake your head adamantly, fumbling for words. “n-no! i mean he’s good but uh, i don’t-”

between your legs, you can feel vernon smirking against you. you want to smack him but you can’t feel your arms anymore.

joshua scoffs in disbelief and tongues his cheek as you bite your lip to keep yourself from crying out. always the gentleman, though, he leans down and offers you his hand for you to anchor yourself as you cum.

"you're not a very good liar, angel," is all he says as you give up on fighting it and let it hit you. you squeeze his hand hard, back arching off the mattress, pushing your hips further into vernon's face.

vernon doesn't stop until your body goes slack and joshua doesn't let go of your hand until vernon stops.

they let you catch your breath before either of them speaks again. vernon is still grinning as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. he's dripping with you but he doesn't seem to mind in the slightest, going as far as to lick the remnants of you from his fingers as if he hadn't just had his head between your thighs less than a minute ago.

"she tastes so fucking good," he murmurs.

"i know," your boyfriend mutters.

"lucky bastard."

joshua turns his attention to you, expression softening when he sees how dazed you look. “you okay, baby?”

you nod with a smile. “mhm.”

“do you want to keep going? do you need a break?”

“wanna keep going,” you say as you prop yourself up on your elbows and look between the two of them. “if you guys do, obviously.”

“fuck yeah,” vernon exhales, making you and your boyfriend laugh.

“you brought condoms, right?” joshua asks.

you and joshua don’t use condoms anymore so you didn’t have any on hand. the two of you debated picking some up beforehand but joshua wasn’t sure what size to get so he just told vernon to bring some himself. problem solved.

“uh yeah,” vernon answers, grabbing his jeans off the floor and fishing a handful of them from one of the pockets. “i didn’t know how many to bring,” he says sheepishly.

“if we don’t use them all today, we can save them for another time,” you assure him.

joshua and vernon react at the same time. “another time?!”

“like if this goes well, right?”

joshua pretends to be annoyed but you can see the little smile that he tries to hide behind his hand, secretly pleased that you're enjoying this as much as he is.

vernon's quick to get the condom on and his boxers off, ripping the packet open with his teeth and rolling the latex down to the base of his cock.

he isn't longer than joshua but he is thicker. he's really thick, actually. your mouth waters at the sight and you clench around nothing, feeling even more hollow than you had when he first took his fingers out of you.

"she's got a bit of a size kink," joshua informs his friend, following your gaze to his dick.

"that's not true!" you protest.

"it's a little true," joshua insists.

vernon just grins. he clearly doesn't care about the truth, whatever it is. he's just happy to know you like what you see.

"josh, what position do you want me in?" vernon asks.

joshua doesn't even have to think about it. "either from behind or tabletop. regular missionary is too intimate."

you have to agree. even though it feels incredible, you wouldn't want to experience that with anyone but joshua.

"do you have a preference?" vernon asks you.

"let's do tabletop," you decide. "i want to see you."

"i was hoping you would say that," he admits. "we can switch positions later on if you want."

"you think you'll last that long?" you tease, reaching out to stroke him once or twice just to see him react.

vernon hisses and jerks away from you, cock twitching against his stomach. "good point," he grits out, "we'll cross that bridge if we get to it."

he gets up off the bed and walks around to the foot of it, grabbing you by the ankles and pulling until you're flush with his hips.

"damn dude," joshua says under his breath.

vernon ignores your boyfriend's comment even though he's blushing, choosing to put his full focus on you instead. you're already squirming beneath him, desperate to feel him for the first time.

"are you ready?"

"yes."

"are you sure?"

"god, vernon, if you don't put it in alr-"

the threat works. he pushes himself inside of you in one go, face scrunching up as he fists the sheets beside your head to steel himself.

"god damn it," he chokes out, legs trembling. it sounds suspiciously like a sob but you're too busy trying to adjust to his size to call him on it. "fuck, how do you feel so good?"

"it's insane, right?" joshua gloats. "she's perfect."

"it's not fair..." vernon whines, mostly to himself.

"how does he feel, baby?" joshua asks you, coming close and petting your hair again. he then wipes the tears from the corners of your eyes and then presses the same fingers against your mouth, the salt stinging your swollen lips.

"he f-feels good." your answer comes out muffled against his hand but it seems to satisfy your boyfriend and your lover nonetheless.

he feels better than just good, he feels fucking incredible. the stretch is so intense you feel like you're about to be split in half but you aren't able to articulate that with how overwhelmed you are.

vernon gathers himself eventually but it takes several deep breaths and what sounds like a prayer for strength before he continues.

"can i move?" he asks you, the request bordering on begging.

"yeah, please. please fuck me."

he gives a couple of experimental thrusts before building up to a steady rhythm, each one feeling better than the last. you're so wet that the glide of him inside of you is almost too easy but there's still a bit of resistance due to how thick he is.

"how do you like it?" he grunts, "fast, slow?"

"th-this is good," you say.

"rub her clit," joshua adds.

"i was getting to that," vernon mutters.

he slows down and snakes a hand between your legs, feeling around for it until he feels you tighten up around him.

"there we go," he whispers gently, repeating the pattern he remembers you liking the most.

"you're so fucking pretty, baby," you hear joshua say, making you reach out for him in search of his hand. he gives it to you immediately, squeezing affectionately and encouraging you to do the same. you always held hands during sex. it was a way you were able to anchor yourself to him, squeezing his palm whenever something felt particularly intense. it was comforting to have that translate here as well.

"i love you," he says, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand.

a profession of love while another man is inside of you is a little strange, all things considered, but it still makes you melt.

"i love you too," you reply, before remembering the aforementioned other man inside of you. "sorry, is this turning you off?"

he doesn't even look fazed by it. "nah, it's fine. she got so fucking tight when you told her you loved her."

joshua smirks. "wanna know what else makes her tight?"

"what?"

your boyfriend lets go of your hand, promising to come back, and rounds the bed to whisper something in his best friend's ear. vernon's eyes get wide and his hips stop moving.

"for real?"

joshua just nods as he takes his place by your side again, offering you an innocent smile that you don't buy at all.

vernon exhales harshly and shakes his head like he has to psych himself up for whatever he's about to do or say, which makes sense when he leans forward and wraps a hand around your throat.

you gasp in surprise but clench around him almost immediately, just like joshua said you would. he only applies a little bit of pressure but it's enough to have the desired effect.

vernon curses and stutters forward, eliciting what sounds like a whimper as he struggles to get his other hand back between your legs.

"told you."

"i'm not going to last," vernon stammers, looking away from his best friend in embarrassment.

"you can cum whenever you want."

"but sh-she hasn't yet..."

"i'll take care of that, don't worry," joshua assures him. "you made her cum on your face already, remember?"

"but i, i... fuck," his voice breaks off into a whine, the rest of the sentence dissolving on his tongue. it's like he can't stop fucking you, can't even slow down, even though he doesn't want to cum yet.

"come on, give it to me," you sigh out.

he gives in finally, practically collapsing on top of you as he cums into the condom. he weakly thrusts himself through it, kissing you to swallow the noises he's making.

he's still twitching inside of you when he catches his breath.

"sorry, i'm sorry," he breathes. "i didn't mean to-"

"baby, it's fine," you tell him earnestly. "we wanted you to feel good."

he pouts but nods like he understands and pulls out with a groan.

"and like i said," joshua interjects, patting his friend on the back as he trades places with him and notches the head of his cock inside of you. when he took his underwear off, you have no idea, but you can't bring yourself to care when he bottoms out and offers you his hand one last time. "i'll take care of the rest."

#we don't fuck with kim petras in this house but the title was too good to pass up #like cmon la and new york boys #they wanna (fuck)#seventeen smut #svt smut #joshua smut #joshua hong smut #vernon smut #vernon chwe smut #hong jisoo smut #chwe hansol smut #seventeen x reader #seventeen x female reader #joshua hong x reader #vernon chwe x reader

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Submitting to the Alien Barbarian: #2

Alien x fem reader, a dom/sub erotic short.

TW/CW: rough consensual sex, primal play, knotting, breeding, aliens, dominance/submission, blood play, spanking, gagging and violence.

MASTERPOST

“Hey, where are we going?” You pound your hand against his back. “You’re supposed to fuck me!” You grumble like a petulant child as he quickly moves away from the wild revelry happening behind you.

“Somewhere I can take my time with you, Human.”

“Fuck you!” You slam your fist into his back. “I said fuck me!”

You don’t want to be taken somewhere else, you want to join the orgy.

He doesn’t listen, so you do the only thing you can think to get him to stop. You turn your head taking his flesh between your lips. Your teeth find the shell of his ear and you bite down hard, until you taste the coppery tang of blood.

He stumbles, and pries you off his ear with rough hands and throws you flat onto your back, the red dirt swirls around you in the air. You lick his blood off your lip, staring directly into the barbarians soul.

You barely have time to catch your breath before thick hands grab you by your hips and flip you over, forcing the side of your face into the ground.

“Is this what you want?” He yells, ripping what’s left of your jumpsuit off your ass. “You want me to fill up your human cunt with my warrior’s seed?” One of his hand finds the slickness between your thighs while the other pushes your head harder against the ground.

You can see his entwined cocks out of your peripheral vision. They seem even bigger this close.

His thick finger thrusts hard into you, stretching your entrance before he begins pounding his even deeper yet. Your pussy clamps over his calloused fingers, you swear you’re almost ready to come just from his hand.

“Could you even take my cocks in this tiny human cunt of yours?” He asks you as he moves his hand back to his own pulsating members.

The loss of him has your pussy clenching over nothing, the ache in your core is almost unbearable.

“Make it fit you coward,” you tell him, you can’t wait any more for release. You need this.

His hand leaves your head, and you turn to get a better look at his face. His throbbing cocks are notched at your entrance. Those eyes shine with some kind of viciousness you’ve only dreamed about, and you swear you can see something behind his visage snap. His nostrils flare, and you realize the time for talking is done.

He plunges into you, and it fucking burns. He doesn’t ask if you’re okay, he doesn’t allow you time to adjust, he just keeps up his relentless rhythm. The pain and pleasure mix in a way you’ve never experienced before, and you make noises that sound more animal than human.

The coil of his cocks hit your g-spot with every thrust, and despite the pain there’s a tension as an orgasm builds with a hungry intensity. Your body wants this, it yearns to submit.

“You’ll come on my cocks, and then milk me so hard that you’ll be dripping my seed for weeks. Your used cunt will belong only to me. You’re going to be marked forever in my cum, no one will dare touch you ever again. I’m going to fuck you raw,” The Volkroth bellows, his words coming faster as his pace increases.

When he puts his hand back on your throat, squeezing the sides hard, you black out with how violently you come. The taught cord inside you snaps, and any pain left is replaced by waves of ecstasy. Your body throbs with pleasure from your toes to the top of your head. Every muscle seizing in a symphony of joy.

In your boneless haze, you feel his body tighten. Inside you, his massive cocks move and unfurl as if they’re rearranging themselves. Your over sensitive flesh can barely handle the sensation before you feel something swelling inside you. He presses on the bulge he’s created on your stomach as he comes. His seed washes over your insides.

He’s still coming when it begins to leak out and down your thighs. Your clasping walls grip onto him, and you feel locked together.

Eventually the giant collapses on top of you, even though you expect him to head back to the crowd.

“What are you doing?” You ask him.

“You took my knot…” He’s out of breath, and he sounds surprised. “We’re stuck together until the swelling goes down.”

You flex your inner walls, and you can feel the bulge locking you together. Even though his body is still, his cocks continue to pump hot semen deep inside of you.

“If you keep doing that with your cunt, we’ll be here forever, human,” he growls.

Wrapping an arm around your back he pulls you against his body, your head barely reaching his pecs, and flips over so that you're laying on his chest.

“So what happens after this?” You ask him, feeling like your body has not a single bone left to keep you steady. You catch yourself rubbing my face in his thick chest hair, totally blissed out after your experience together.

“I do it again, and again, until I’m sure my seed takes and your belly is swollen. I’ll fuck your human cunt as many times as it takes to ensure my bloodline.” He tell you as if it’s the only obvious choice.

“If I let you,” You whisper snarkily.

White flashes behind your eyes as his hand smacks your ass.

“You’ll do as you're told,” he says before closing his eyes and ignoring you.

And you will. You’ll do whatever he asks if he keeps making you feel like this.

NEXT PART

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c0nfessions-of-a-writing-freak · 1 year

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What Lurks In The Dark

Pairing: Marcus Lopez Arguello x fem!reader

Word count: 3.7k

Warning: Mild cursing, Mild Graphic description of violence

Summary: Paranoia had always been a common occurrence in her life so when the feeling of being watching started to rise in the back of her mind she couldn't tell if it was just a conjured-up feeling or reality. After a heavy night of avoiding anyone and everyone at all costs, a deal is sent her way that she would be a fool to pass up on or maybe a bigger fool for agreeing to it.

(Y/N): Your name

(H/C): Hair colour

(E/C): Eye colour

(F/C): Favourite colour

*Gif does not belong to me

Worn out Converses smacked against the concrete sidewalk as (Y/N) walked through the streets with purpose. Her hands were tucked into the pockets of her oversized hoodie, the back of the (F/C) piece of fabric falling past his skirt and rubbing against the back of her stocking-clad thighs. Her (H/C) was pulled back and out of her face, a few wisps of hair falling out of the tie that kept the rest of her hair back and invading her vision.

(Y/N) tried not to stay in one place for too long, not when she had a doped-up dad with buddies all over the city. It was still beyond herself why she hadn't decided to flee the city yet. Perhaps the only reason she chose to stay was to keep an eye on her mother, but even then there wasn't much the woman was doing that gave (Y/N) a proper reason to stay behind.

She had only ever run into a few people that seem to recognise her. Normally, they would try and ask her if her dad had anything good going around or if she was carrying any on her. There was only one occasion where one of her dad's mates had tried to get physical with her, claiming she had to be brought back to where she belonged. It didn't take much to get the man off of her, mainly because he was drunk and clutching onto a half-empty beer bottle for dear life.

Tonight felt just like any night to begin with as she walked through the streets of San Francisco. She kept her head down and her hood up as she tried not to draw any more attention to herself than a teenage girl walking through the dark streets of San Francisco could get.

It was only when she saw the same boy with a bright green mohawk skate past her for the fourth time that she began to raise her guard. (Y/N) was willing to shake it off at first, but after seeing him a few too many times for comfort she began to realise she was being circled by the boy.

(Y/N)’s pace picked up only slightly along with her heartbeat. Her original plan was to try and lose him in some back alley that ran behind some of the apartment blocks and led back to one of the main roads. But upon further evaluation, it probably wasn’t the best idea to be followed into a back alley, even if she was being followed by a rather flimsy-looking boy that seemed to be around her age.

She had two other options that could work out in her favour, of course, with the possibility that her plans could backfire in her face. Her first option was to wait the boy out and lead him out to the main roads where she could hopefully lose him or he would be detoured because of the uprise in people. The second idea that had come to her mind was to try and meet the boy head-to-head and throw him off his course where she could try and get away from him in his moments of instability.

Both ideas could work out in her favour but just as easily give the green-haired boy the upper hand. In the case where she tried to lose him, he could get to her before she made it to a more crowded area and with the second choice he could overpower her, his looks may be deceiving to something stronger. Neither necessarily worked out in her favour but at least with the first option if she needed to she could make a run for it or later dissolve into the fight she was hoping it didn’t have to come down to.

In her head, the decision had already been made before she could properly think and weigh out her choices.

Turning left, (Y/N) felt the flesh of another hand latching onto her upper arm. Whipping her head around with a few strands of hair flying in the wind, (Y/N)’s eyes landed on the same boy that had been circling her as the night progressed. A choked yelp escaped from behind (Y/N)‘a lips at the sight of the boy, instantly trying to pull her arm away from him once it registered that the limb hanging onto her belonged to him.

“Woah,” The boy quickly called out, a laugh on the tip of his tongue as he planted a foot and held onto (Y/N) a tad bit tighter. Raising his chin a little, the green-haired boy said, “I’m just here for a fun time. You have nothing to worry about.”

“You creep,” (Y/N) quickly exclaimed, her lip curling in disgust. The boy's eyes seemed to widen at (Y/N)‘a words, like what he had said had finally registered in his head for the first time. Trying to keep a steady voice, she said, “Get off of me.”

“No can do, Runaway Legacy,” The boy’s overjoyed voice rang out, a matching unwavering grin plastered on his face. “Need to get you back to King's Dominion so I pass the assignment. I can’t let Lex get a good grade for this assignment this time around or he’ll have two to hold over my head.”

“One, I'm not going anywhere with you and your greasy mohawk,” (Y/N) started, getting cut off by the boy as he made his dissatisfaction known.

“It’s not greasy.”

(Y/N) gave the boy a deadpan at his words, watching as he raised his free hand in surrender and gave her room to speak once more. “Two, I don’t care about Lex or this assignment you claim that I supposedly am. If you want to kill someone, pick a different target. And three, the hill is a 'Runaway Legacy?'"

“I’m not going to kill you,” The boy exclaimed with a mortified gasp. “The whole point of this is to bring you back alive. Master Lin wouldn't have a use for you if we brought you back dead.”

“That’s not helping your case,” (Y/N) said, giving the boy a moment to answer before she kicked the skateboard out from under his foot, sending him skidding back in his moment in surprise. In his fall the boy had let go of her, so with a few steps forward, (Y/N) took control of the skateboard that the boy had just lost.

“Oh, come on!” She heard him call out from behind her as she began to pick up speed. As the boy stumbled to his feet, preparing to run after her he yelled, “Not cool man. Not cool.”

"Looks like your gonna have to go back to Master Lin empty-handed and fail your assignment," (Y/N) shrugged as she looked back at the boy only to find him a few paces from where he had originally fallen, not putting in too much effort to go after her. "I guess Lex is gonna be the one to bring home the gold."

"You would have much rather gone back with me, I promise," He called after her in a sing-song tone making chills shoot down (Y/N)'s spine. "If I don't get you, Lex or someone else will."

Shooting her head back around, (Y/N) focussed on getting away from the creepy boy and out of the part of San Francisco where she currently found herself in. But no matter where she went the feeling of someone watching her stuck with her throughout the night, making her never stay still for too long on the stolen skateboard she had obtained.

In the end, she didn't end up getting too far before another mysterious figure was making their way towards her.

"Oi, you've been assigned," A boy with cornrow braids said as he stepped towards (Y/N). He wore a dark athlete's hoodie with a toothpick between his teeth as his eyes scanned over her, landing on the skateboard beneath her feet where his lips twisted upwards. "Master Lin don't do well tardiness so we gotta move."

"I'm not going anywhere with you," (Y/N) uttered quickly, turning around the boy as she leaned heavily on one side of the skateboard. "As I said to your green-haired freak of a friend, this is an assignment you're gonna have to fail."

A loud scoff rang out from the taller boy. "Don't let any of the Rats hear you speaking about one of their own like that. They're known to not be as friendly as I am."

"I'll keep that in mind," (Y/N) said dryly, her (E/C) eyes half-hooded as she circled the boy. "Note to self, if you ever see someone looming in the dark, ask them if they are a Rat are not. It will certainly work out well in your favour."

A bemused chuckle left the boy's mouth as his shoulders bunched up and his head lowered. He reached up to pluck the toothpick from his mouth and flick it somewhere behind himself. "You're going to have to drop the attitude. That's the sort of thing that gets you killed in King's Dominion."

"Well, as I said to your Rat friend," (Y/N) began, not bothering to look over her should as she escaped from the boy as she already knew he would be lent against the wall behind him, "Master Lin's gonna have to learn that he ain't gonna get everything he wants."

"I would congratulate you for your bravery if what just left your mouth wasn't complete stupidity," The boy called out, not bothered by the ignorance he got in return. "Good luck escaping this one kid. No one gets away from Master Lin."

(Y/N) tried not to pay any mind to what the boy had said, attempting to let the words go through one ear and out the other. But the warnings she got from both strangers were daunting. Once was a coincidence but twice was an omen. And it didn’t take long until that omen was put into play.

Coming to a quick stop, the skateboard whipped out from under her feet as something knocked (Y/N) off her feet after rounding a corner. As she came crashing down a tall boy with blonde hair made his presence known. He spoke with a thick accent as he said, “We were told you were a Legacy, but I don’t see anything but a Rat.”

“Are you sure we’ve got the right girl?” Another voice spoke up with a just as thick accent. Coming to stand next to the taller dude was a girl with curly blonde puffed-up hair. She wore a cheerleader outfit with two dark-shaded pom-poms resting on her hips. “I’m not one to say Master Lin is wrong but this can’t be the girl everyone’s throwing a hissyfit over.”

“Would hate to agree with the emo cheerleader,” (Y/N) started as she stood from the ground, eyes landing on where the skateboard had fallen before looking up at the two blondes in front of her again. The girl had a glare on her face as she watched (Y/N), the title not sitting well with her. “But I think you and your other friends running around have to reevaluate who your stalking and threatening to kidnap.”

"We ain't going to have to kidnap you if you follow along willingly," The girl spoke up, popping a hip to the side as she stared expectedly at (Y/N).

"You see, as much as I would love to make this easy for you both," (Y/N) started to circle the two of them, stopping once she was at their sides and they had turned to face her. Trying to keep the attention on her face, she slowly stretched a foot out until it bumped into the skateboard lightly. Lifting her foot up until it rested on top of the board, she slowly pulled it back towards her. "I was taught not to go with people I don't know. You know, stranger danger."

The girl scoffed while the guy's face seemed to lift slightly. "There is no need to worry about strangers. I assure you, if you are the Legacy Master Lin claims for you to be, I am positive we will be far more than strangers."

"Ew, gross," (Y/N) shook her head, face twisting into disgust as she backed away from him with a few stumbled steps. "As enlightening as this whole interaction has been, I'd much rather decline and be on with my day."

"That's not going to happen, sweetie," The girl said stepping forward. With her steps, her hands moved from her hips, her pom-poms growing two large blades out of each one. (Y/N)'s eyes quickly flickered down to the spikes, taking a gulp as they seemed to glint in the streetlights. "We're allowed to take you back using whatever means necessary, and if that means by force… then so be it."

(Y/N) didn't need to wait another second to figure out what that means. Turning and launching herself onto the skateboard and onto the pathway. Thinking back to her earlier plans, (Y/N) starts to migrate her way back to the more crowded places of San Francisco. Maybe then she would finally be able to escape the several advances of strange teenagers and Master Lin, whomever that may be.

The pair of blondes must have been prepared for (Y/N) to make a run for it since they weren't too far behind her. The skateboard didn't act as much help and she probably would have been better off legging it herself but there was no time to jump off and hope for the best.

At the first sight of a large crowd of people, (Y/N) could feel some relief starting to creep up inside of her. That hope quickly diminished as something sharp pierced through her shoulder. She didn't scream but a deep disgruntled sound tore through her throat as she fell from the skateboard, crashing into a few pedestrians that gave her disgusted looks as they went barreling down with her.

Climbing to her knees, (Y/N) pushed herself up quickly. She crawled forward a step before she was tripping over her feet to stand once again. People parted the way for her as a hand craned back to wrap around one of the blades that had lodged in close to one of her shoulder bones. A steadying breath was taken as she began to inch the blade from her flesh. She kept walking as she tried to pull it out, stuttering in her steps every once in a while as she fought down a wince and had to pause in her movements. When a coalesced hand gripped hers, she turned around quickly, ready to see one of the attendants she had already run into that night. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

"What?" (Y/N) questioned as she focused on the boy that had come up behind her. He had dark curly hair that was cut into a short mullet. He wore a black long-sleeved shirt and some jeans, something plain to blend in. In one of his hands was the skateboard (Y/N) had discarded earlier.

"Pulling the weapon that punctured you from the wound," He said as he carefully tore (Y/N)'s hand away from the blade stuck in her shoulder. "It's like basic knowledge at this point."

"I think I was more concerned about getting away from the two lunatics that were chasing after me." (Y/N) watched with narrowed eyes as she pulled her hand away from the boy. "And why do you sound so calm? Anyone else would be a bit more worried about the massive chunk of steel sticking out of my back…"

"Well…" The boy said, bringing a hand up to scratch at the back of his neck.

"You're one of them, aren't you?" The words came out like venom, already backing away from the boy as her hand shot back up to clutch at her shoulder while her head tipped back so she could stare up at the sky. "Why won't you and the rest of your Rat and Legacy friends leave me alone?"

"If it makes you feel any better, you were able to avoid Saya and Maria last night. They didn't come back to King's Dominion until lunch today because they didn't want to be failed," The boy offered the information to (Y/N), trying to smile in some form of reassurance. All the boy got in return was the annoyed stare of (Y/N) as she began to turn away from him. With hurried steps to keep up with (Y/N), the boy said, "Of course that wouldn't make you feel better. Look, I know I'm probably one of the last people you want to trust, but if you let me take you back to King's Dominion-"

"Absolutely not," (Y/N) exclaimed, effectively cutting the boy off. She shook her head as she waved a hand at the boy, trying to shrug him off. "I've been running away from people trying to drag me to that place. Why would I willingly go with you of all people?"

"Because we have healers," The boy said exasperated. One of his hands jotted forward to reach out for (Y/N) but stopped at the large flinch on her part when he got too close. "I'm not saying you have to stay, hell you could be out of there as soon as the medics are done with you. But you'll have a better chance of coming with me than you will be trying to get help at a hospital.

When (Y/N) couldn't think of anything to say, the boy took it as his signal to keep on speaking.

"I was just like you once, okay? Scared and living on the street, on the run from cops and anyone who got too close. King's Dominion is far from a home or somewhere safe, but if you're willing, you can find yourself fitting in with the right group of people and making something for yourself there," It wasn't the lecture (Y/N) wanted to hear but it seemed to knock some sense into (Y/N)'s head. “Yeah, most of the people there are scum-sucking ducks, and the teachers couldn’t care less if you got poisoned or shot at, but at least you’ll have a future there. And hey, maybe in a month or two you’ll get to be the one chasing kids down the street trying to recruit them into this secret society where they could go and work for NASA even.”

“What does NASA have to do with any of this?” (Y/N) questioned with furrowed brows, allowing the boy to get a little closer to her and place a steadying hand on her back near the puncture wound.

“More than you think,” He laughed. (Y/N) turned to him, trying to arch one of her brows to show her confusion, only getting a shake of the boy's head as if signalling it was for another time. "I'm Marcus."

"(Y/N)," She says, allowing Marcus to push her forward and lead her King's Dominion, keeping an eye out for any of the strange faces she had run into previously that night. "You know your little rant wasn't very effective if you were hoping to get me to stay at King's Dominion."

"Yeah, the more I spoke the more I began to realise that." No one seemed to care much for the blade sticking out of (Y/N)'s back, passing by as if there wasn't a thing wrong with the image. (Y/N) couldn't decide if that was a good thing or if it was alarming how much people were willing to ignore what was right in front of them. "But I was inspirational, wasn't I?"

"Oh, very," (Y/N) concluded, a scruff of a smile appearing on her face. "Had the troops rallying. Could barely contain my excitement to get to this place where I'll have scum-sucking kids drooling over me and knobs of a teacher cursing me to do homework that will hopefully get us all killed"

"Don't be surprised if that's their objective," He warned before abruptly turning into a food store where a few people were already waiting. As (Y/N) followed after him, a question on the tip of her tongue as she stepped into the store which quickly dissolved as she saw some familiar faces.

"Hey Marcus, you got my skateboard back," The green-haired boy from earlier yelled happily as he jumped off one of the tables he had comfortably taken a seat on. Bounding over he extracted the board from Marcus before looking over at (Y/N). "I thought Marcus may have been able to woo you over here. I get it, I'm not your type. At least Lex wasn't able to get to you and bloody you up too badly."

"I wouldn't say that," Came the voice (Y/N) grew to find annoying. The same bush of blonde hair came wandering over, plucking the blade from (Y/N)'s shoulder, earning a gargled-out wince from the (H/C) haired girl as a hand shot up to apply pressure to the now exposed wound. Thick welts of blood began to smear across her fingers as she was guided through the store. "I think I did a pretty dandy job of giving her her first King's Dominion scar."

A scorn flashed across (Y/N)'s face as Marcus kept her moving, pushing her away from the blonde girl. It was then that her attention was caught by a boy with poorly bleached hair that he had been able to spike up. "Looks like you were able to strike out before me Marcus, good work there chap."

An uncertain familiarity took over (Y/N) at the sight of the boy. She found herself going out on a limb and asking, "Are you the famous Lex that greasy over there was going on about all night?"

"Someone been talking about me?" Lex asked with a bemused grin, eyes skittering around the room.

At the same time as Lex spoke, the green-haired boy yelled out, "My hair is not greasy!"

"Oh, I'm gonna like this one," Lex announced before he started to walk to the backdoor of the small building. "Now, you've been keeping Master Lin waitin' a long time. You ready to meet the man and be turned into a killer?"

Despite herself, (Y/N) found herself looking back at Marcus. She was either seeking out his reassurance or guidance, something she wasn't sure why she was doing. His shoulders quickly raised in an act of surrender. He spoke lowly, almost a whisper like it was a secret between them, "Don't look at me."

Turning back around to face Lex, she found him leaning against a door with a sign on it that read staff only. The boy with green hair was standing next to him while the other three he had seen earlier were standing slightly out of the way, waiting for her answer.

"Lead the way," She settled on saying.

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fandomnerd9602 · 17 days

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Petra Parker tries hiding while at the beach…

She peers over a rock…

Y/N Stark playfully tackles her from behind…

Petra: ahh! (giggles) no fair!

Y/N: I got you! What do I win?

Petra kisses Y/N gently on the lips…

Y/N: perfect. Do you want your consolation prize?

Petra giggles as Y/N kisses her gently and nuzzles her…

For @multi-fandom-enjoyer

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mhathotfic · 11 months

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“You know you have a type right?”

“What I know is that you’re full of shit”

“Seriously you’re gonna look at them and tell me you don’t”

Bakugou looks over to you where you’ve stuck a bottle of water between your tits, just because you were curious if you could you said, and letting Kirishima drink from it with a straw.

.… shit, he did have a type, cute and a little dumb

“Oh fuck off!”

“Hey it’s not my fault you’re dating a himbo and a bimbo! You’re the one with a type!”

#bnha bakugou #mha bakugou #bnha kirishima #mha kirishima #kiribaku x reader #bimbo 🤝 himbo solidarity #pretty petra

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frickingnerd · 10 months

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fake dating petra

pairing: petra macneary x gn!reader

summary: to end a conflict between your nations, you and petra pretend to be in love with each other

the relationship between brigid and the adrestian empire had been rocky for the last few years

it seemed like the two would go to war sometime soon, which both you and petra were dreading

you were an adrestian noble, while petra was the heir to brigid's throne

when petra was visiting the adrestian empire to discuss the situation with the leaders of fodlan, the two of you met for the first time

it didn't take long for the two of you to realize that you had the same goal: avoid a war between the two nations

yet neither of you really knew how to prevent a war like this

that was, until you came up with an idea

perhaps a stupid idea, but there was a chance that this could work

during the conference with the leaders of fodlan and brigid, the two of you suddenly declared that you plan to marry each other

you try to appeal to your parents emotions, as you tell them about how madly in love you are with each other and that you couldn't bear to fight the person you love in a war

you weren't sure if it would work, but to your surprise, they gave in and decided to make a contract, that the two nations wouldn't go to war with each other

in the end, you had achieved your goal. there was no need for an unnecessary war anymore

but that also meant the two of you had to keep up that little lie you came up with earlier

you barely knew each other, yet what you did know was that you would eventually have to marry each other

petra ended up staying in the empire for longer than intended, so that the two of you could get to know each other

during your time together, you realized that you couldn't have picked anyone better to fake a relationship with than petra

she was kind, smart and you enjoyed spending time with her

what started as a fake relationship slowly started to become real and you knew that by the time the two of you would get married, you would be head over heels for each other…

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kikarouflames · 4 months

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Levi's birthday in aot junior high manga

My favourite moments from the chapter

-> Levi being upset and angry about the mess. He is such a clean freak, lol.

-> 104th, Levi's squad literally coming up with a waste free alternative birthday party idea. Aww this is so super sweet and cute.

-> him being a perfectionist and cuting the cake equal pieces efficiently

-> And finally enjoying the cake with his silly children.

This chapter was so cute. Eren organizing the birthday party and the whole squad and 104th putting so much efforts to make him happy, it melts my heart.

Also, this is ch 51 of aot junior high manga.

I just remembered there was a chapter of Levi's birthday celebration and so I decided to post it. It might be a little late, sorry.

#levi ackerman #attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyojin #levi attack on titan #levi #levi aot #snk #levi x reader #aot junior high #eren jeager #mikasa ackerman #petra ral #104th aot #happy birthday levi #sasha braus

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violentvaleska · 5 months

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𝑨𝒃𝒚𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑴𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔

ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ʳᵉᵃˡⁱᵗʸ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ʟᴇᴠɪ ᴀᴄᴋᴇʀᴍᴀɴ x ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴛʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴀɪɴ ɪs ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ᴘᴀɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴜᴍɪʟɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴀʀɴ ɪᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴡᴀʏ.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs: ↫ ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜs ɴᴇxᴛ ↬

ғᴀɴғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀᴏ3

ᴛᴀɢɢɪɴɢ: @xiernia @ajmiila02

ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏs ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇʟʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛs, ᴋᴜᴅᴏs, ʟɪᴋᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢs ᴏɴ ᴀᴏ3 ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ! ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ɪᴛ sᴏ ғᴀʀ, ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴅᴇᴀs <3

"Thank you for agreeing to this, Faye." Erwin Smith's voice has a sinister undertone to it, making you swallow as he and his Section Commander stare at you with intensity. You liked the name at first, thought it was pretty even, but somehow after a month you got tired of it. It doesn't really feel like it belongs to you, and the frustration of not remembering anything still haunts you. While your dreams continued with vivid images of your past, none of it was of any use to the Survey Corps.

After your recovery, still with no memories or anything else, Commander Smith decided it would be best to discuss your future plans. You knew it would come to this, they would never have let you just stay with them. You sit in his office, fingers fidgeting nervously as you give him a small smile, not in the mood to talk to him any further. You've felt shy and insecure around him lately, doubting yourself for most of your stay here. Of all the other soldiers you've met, Section Commander Mike has been the nicest to you. His weird habit of sniffing you hadn't stopped yet, but you got used to it and found it a bit funny. His subordinate Nanaba, on a good day, would show you around and tell you all about the Titans she knows. Hange Zoe, another Section Commander, was nothing but a little creepy lately. They wanted to examine you after hearing from the Captain that the Titans hadn't attacked you. You like their attitude towards the cold man, though. Speaking of which, Captain Levi avoids any form of contact with you, for which you are grateful.

"We have discussed your matter. Not only in the Survey Corps, but we also spoke to General Zackly." You have heard that name before, he surely must be in a leading position. "He thinks it would be a good idea to recruit you. We can't condemn you for something we're not even sure you've done. You have no home to return to, and so far you are in good shape." His words hit you hard, pulling you into a reality you wish you didn't have to face. You do not want to be a soldier, a puppet in the hands of these men. Erwin seems to connect the dots, furrowing his brow at your obviously desperate reaction.

"Of course we can't force you. But where are you going, Faye?" You bite your lower lip and let your eyes wander through the higher-ups. Mike gives you a thumbs up, probably to reassure you of your decision, while Hange seems giddy at the thought of you joining the regiment. Captain Levi doesn't spare you a glance, his eyes fixed on the window, a cup of tea in his hand. You notice the odd way he holds it, fingers around the rim instead of the handle. You shake your head and meet Erwin Smith's eyes again.

"I don't know." The silence is uncomfortable, you feel ashamed to be so clueless, but can they blame you? "You can always change your mind and leave the cadet corps. Your recruitment lasts three years, after which you choose a regiment". He explains casually, making you wonder what the other regiment might be like. You nod your head and straighten your posture to appear at least a little more confident. "I'm going to join the cadet corps." There is a certain edge to your voice, an uncertainty that makes Levi's gaze shoot daggers at you. The truth is, he still believes you left the safety of the walls of your own accord. How you managed to get past the guards and survive out there for so long is still a mystery to him. Sure, he can see why four-eyes is so infatuated with you, or why Mike likes to look at you for longer than necessary. You're an attractive young woman who seems to have outsmarted the titans. Having you as a soldier could be of immense benefit, which is why Erwin so desperately wants you to be his obedient subordinate. Levi observes you closely, the way you behave and carry yourself. He notices how your freshly washed hair makes you look healthier, your skin still pale from lack of sunlight. You are truly beautiful, and you draw your comrades under your mysterious spell. Male and female alike. Erwin's next words quickly snap him out of his thoughts, causing him to tear his eyes from your form.

"Levi and Mike will train you. It may take another week to clear things up with Commander Shadis. You have a lot to learn." While Section Commander Mike approves the idea with a quick smile, Levi slams his favourite china onto the table, almost breaking it in half. His tea spills over the edge and burns his fingers, but he could care less.

"There's no way I'll be in charge of her training! I've got enough to teach my own troops." The small Captain complains, anger burning in his belly. You look at him and scratch awkwardly at the back of your head. Sure, you don't want him to be your teacher either, but you wouldn't dare complain about it so openly.

"Levi, it's only for a few days. Why don't you let them train with your new cadet, Miss Hansen? I'm sure they'll get along fine." Erwin encourages, not noticing the black-haired, grumpy man rolling his eyes at him. You think it's the first time you've seen them interact like this. Captain Levi's lips form a thin line, obviously fighting with himself to control his next insults.

"Whatever." He spits, his teeth clenched as he crosses his arms in annoyance.

"Well, now that that's settled, we'll get you a place in the women's barracks and a uniform." He promises, a confident smile on his lips, while his deep eyes gaze at you with what looks like adoration for you. Shuddering at the thought, you look elsewhere, realising that this was probably all he wanted from the start; you to stay close. Your case is special after all.

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A week later, you are bruised and beaten, your skin covered in blue marks from where the Captain struck you. You've spent most of your time training with his squad, and only had the chance to learn from Mike three times in the last few days. He is a busy man, always at the Commander's side. Captain Levi's squad is not too bad, they are good individuals and you get on best with a girl called Emma Hansen. She's seventeen, graduated from the cadet corps only a month ago, and has been under Levi's command ever since. The other members are Eld, his second in command, the twins Lars and Luca and a woman called Vanessa. She's not very talkative and stares at you like Levi. Training with them wasn't so bad if it wasn't for their Captain. He has been on your back for the past few days, putting you through a hard and unforgiving process.

You find the ODM manageable and learn that you seem to be good at it. Fighting, running and riding aren't for you. The faster your stallion, Sonne, gets, the more fear you feel. Sonne may be a sweetheart and seems to enjoy the way you stroke her head, but her speed is something you can't quite grasp yet. Running wasn't a problem at first but combined with countless rounds of parkour and chasing your new comrades, you'll soon be tired out. You hate combat. Wrestling with Emma isn't a bad thing, she's thoughtful and restrained, giving you tips on how to improve. Your other sparring partner, Luca, is a little harsher with his moves, but he would always help you up after your failures and motivate you to keep going. And then there is your Captain. It feels strange to call him that, to feel the pressure to show him respect. After being officially accepted into the military two days ago, thanks to Commander Erwin's connections, you've had to tone down your insults towards the dwarf. At first, you used to curse him whenever he tried to pin you down or make you run another lab. But now? You've heard that he likes to punish those who disobey and disrespect him, and you're certainly not going to play with his temper like that... or so you thought. Today is your last day of training with the scouts, something you've been looking forward to.

You need proper training, and while you've learned a lot from the Scouts, Captain Levi's way of teaching is simply unorthodox and mostly humiliating. In the cadet corps, you would at least be able to learn with other beginners. Erwin Smith made sure that you got a place in the southern trainee programme, exactly where Eren Yeager is supposed to be enlisted. The thought of meeting him makes you nervous, wondering if he might be the key to your lost memories. You have also seen him a few times in your dreams; a boy with brown hair and the greenest eyes you have ever seen. "Is this freedom?" He would ask no one in particular, spreading his arms with a broad smile on his innocent face. Perhaps Eren is your little brother? Or maybe a family friend. You'll find out sooner or later, you can be sure of that. While sparring with Emma, you notice someone appearing behind you, clutching your hips tightly. You instantly stop your movements, stiffening at the unfamiliar touch. Just as you're about to turn to find out who's burst your bubble, the man begins to speak, causing your cheeks to blush. Section Commander Mike towers over you, a small smile on his lips, and you look up at him in amazement.

"You're moving your hips too much. Keep them steady, it will give you an advantage." He explains, his hands guiding you into his preferred position. "Don't lean your body backwards, your opponent could easily take your balance away." With that, he moves his hands to push your back a little further forward, his touch never leaving you. This catches Levi's attention, a frown creasing his pale face.

"Oi. Stop touching her like a bitch in heat. Fucking disgusting." The captain complains and leaves Eld, his poor sparring partner, to come over to you, Mike and Emma. You glare at him, roll your eyes and mutter a "you're one to talk" under your breath. Unfortunately, the little man heard you and shoots daggers at you with his cold, stone-like orbs. Mike holds his hands up in defense, a look of annoyance on his usually calm face.

"I was just trying to teach her." He shrugs and crosses his gangly arms over his chest. "Besides, it's my duty to train her too, you know?" The Section Commander argues, but Levi is quicker to point out that he was "too busy" and had to do everything himself.

"Pf. Whatever." The blonde brushes the Captain off and turns his attention back to you. "Faye, I came to tell you that I will accompany you on your way to the southern division tomorrow." Your face instantly lights up, for you believed that the Captain would accompany you. That makes the journey seem a lot less torturous.

"Thank you, Section Commander, I really appreciate it." The way you smile warms his heart a little and he hums in appreciation. Levi scoffs at the sight, glaring at both of you before clearing his throat. "Mike, don't you have a section to lead, or something?" The taller one turns his attention back to Levi, raising his eyebrows at the man. "You want to get rid of me that fast, hugh?" He jokes, grinning at the Captain. "You interrupted our training. With all due respect, get lost." Rudely, Levi turns his attention from the Section Commander back to you and his subordinate, who has been watching their discussion with parted lips and rosy cheeks. Emma feels slightly out of place. "Of course, shorty." Mike insults, turning his attention to you and placing his big hand on your shoulder. "I'll catch up with you at dinner," he promises, leaving you alone with the Captain. Your eyes follow him for a while, confused by his kindness. Of all the people you have had to deal with, he, Nanaba and Emma have been nothing but subtle with you.

"Tch, silly girl. Stop drooling." Levi pulls you slightly out of your trance, cold eyes nagging at you, frustrating you. "I wasn't drooling. I was lost in thought." You bite back, imitating his sour expression. The way Levi treats his comrades is what you dislike most about him. Harsh, unforgiving and disciplinarian. Whenever you disrespect him, punishment follows. Cleaning, extra training or public humiliation is his way of "teaching" his subordinates. "Lost in thought? Got a death wish, idiot? If you daydream outside the walls, you are not only a danger to yourself, but to your squad as well". Feeling your hands clench at his words, your features darken. “Who said I was going outside the walls?” You ask in a provocative manner, noticing how his squad falls into silence at your question. "There are other divisions, and as a cadet I can choose my preferred division, can't I?" You feel Emma stiffen at your side as Levi approaches, stopping just in front of you. His heavy breath hits your skin and you can see that dangerous glint in his eyes, the one he has before he attacks. You know what's coming before it happens, but you're still not quick enough to move away from his outstretched hand. A yelp escapes you as he grabs your collar, pulling you closer to face him.

"Sometimes, Faye, we don't get to choose. Do you think the Commander would accept you joining the garrison, or better still the fucking MPs? You are here because you fucked up, now you have to make up for it." Spit hits your face as he hisses at you and you feel a rush of panic as he pushes you back, causing you to stumble and land on the ground, mud soaking your white trousers. "Not that you're good enough to join the military police anyway." He comments, looking down at you with disgust. Most of the other troops have stopped their training just to look at what has happened, and you are instantly ashamed. Hot, angry tears fill your eyes as you brush them away and stand up as quickly as you can. "Pathetic. Stop crying, soldier, and be a man." He turns and motions for his troops to follow him. You start to walk behind Emma when the Captain stops and looks over his shoulder, directly at you.

"Tch. Not you, brat. Get cleaned up, I can't stand looking at your filthy ass anymore."

Dinner is less strenuous. You've been starving for hours and are grateful for the steamed potatoes and fresh bread. Nothing special, but the food regulations make you feel lucky to get something at all. You decide to sit in your usual corner; away from the others and to yourself. You've been avoiding Levi since noon and don't feel like sitting with his troop. It would only lead to more humiliation for you, that's for sure. When Mike suddenly sits down on the bench opposite you, a shiver runs down your spine and you jump a little. You didn't expect him to be here so soon, he hasn't even eaten yet.

"Hey. I heard the Captain gave you a bit of a hard time. Don't take it personally, he's like that with literally everyone." He tries to reassure you, but you just cringe at the memory.

"He pushed me. Nothing big." You play it down, looking up from your plate to meet his eyes.

"So, about tomorrow. When and where should I meet you?" You ask, trying to change the subject so that Mike doesn't intrude any more. "Right. At the stables at 6 am. We should arrive around noon." He stops to take a sip from his cup of water and swallows a heavy gulp. "Make sure you pack all your things. Erwin also wants you to continue your dream journal. You should send him monthly reports." You groan and roll your eyes, not really understanding the whole dream journal thing.

"But they are useless." You remind him and cut into your potato, hoping to convince him that they are of no real help. "They are amusing, though. I can't believe you dreamt of Levi in a wheelchair. That's hilarious." He laughs a little and takes a bite of his bread, smiling at the thought of mankind's strongest being unable to walk. If that happens, they can forget about humanity. You, on the other hand, don't laugh as you swallow at the thought of this dream.

"It felt so real, though." You whisper, shaking your head in frustration, wondering what it could have meant.

"Don't worry your pretty head about it. Trust me." You smile a little, blushing as he winks at you. Mike is a flirt, attractive too. But somehow it feels like getting close to him would only bring you pain. And you were right.

#levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi fanfiction #aot fanfiction #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #levi ackerman #mike zacharias #nanaba #lynne #petra ral #mike zacharius x reader

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