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like a hot dad

content: nsfw, long haired levi, breeding kink, daddy/mommy kink if u squint, dilf levi, post war canon

warnings: +18 content, mild manga spoilers, f!bodied reader.

wc: 1.5k~

tags: @motherfckerrr bc they commented ehe

a/n: i genuinely had no idea where this was going i just kept writing and somehow ended up with being h word for dilf long haired levi and idk how to take it back tysm

also pls reblog if u can!! i’m tryna gain back my old followers from my previous blog due to shadowban, so spreading the word could def help!! tysm either way<3

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do you think levi would grow his hair out post-war?

idk mahn but the vision of him with a short wolf-ish is really getting to me.

i feel like maybe he’d let it grow accidentally. with the healing process for his knee and the rest of his wounds i feel like he wouldn’t really care about his hair, and you’re totally in for it.

it’s a huge change. for years, you’re used to levi’s neat hair and infamous undercut, and you were 100% into it. but now as he finally lets you cut his hair for him instead of doing it himself, you kinda slowly fix it in a wolf cut and let it grow gradually.

you’d come up with excuses every time he asks you to cut his hair.

“i have so much to do around the house today, my love. maybe tomorrow?”

“oh, i’m on my period today. i can barely stand up.”

“oh! i forgot i have to go get stuff from the market! i’ll be meeting gabi and falco, i can’t be late, can i?”

once he gets frustrated with you, the raven silk was already down to his nape. it shaped his face beautifully, and once you caught him with a pair of scissors in the bathroom, your soul left your body.

“WAIT!” you dash to him, holding down the armed left hand. “you’re not left handed! you wanna ruin your hair??”

“shut up,” he rolls his eyes at you. “you’ve been putting me off for months. look how long it’s gotten!” he gestures with a hand to the mirror in front of you two. “i look hideous.”

you slip the scissors from his hands, and levi catches the little sly smile that slips on your face as you squeeze yourself between his body and the sink.

you watch the realization fall on his face while your hands slip in his hair.

“is this what i get for letting my guard down around you?”

“you look beautiful,” you tell him, love struck as you are, never missing the pink dust that rushes to his cheeks “everyone compliments you for it. you still wanna cut it off again?”

“i don’t give a shit about anyone else.” he grumbles and looks down between you both, leaning on his cane. “i don’t look representable.”

“you don’t have to look representable,” your tone lowers in sincerity. a thumb grazes the scar on the right side of his face. “you’re not a captain anymore, my love. you’re free to do whatever your heart pleases.”

he looks up at you, features blank, but you know well how your words are tossing and turning in his brain.

“besides,” your smile returns back to your face, and you pull him a little closer. “you look extremely hot.” a hand trails down to the hem of his shirt, your eyes following the movement, then you return your gaze back up to him. “like a hot dad.”

his eyebrows shoot up, playfulness making an appearance on the previous stoic features. “like a hot dad?”

“mmhm,” you affirm with a mock-nonchalant nod, and you slip away from him jjjuuust when he was about to pull you in. you look at him over your shoulder, mischief pure in your gaze. “i’ll go check on dinner for the guests coming tonight. feel free to join.”

only except that ten minutes later, the kitchen is completely empty and you two didn’t manage to make it past the living room. he was seated on the sofa, head throw back with his fucking hair framing his delicious expression like that, you swear you could cum untouched in your position between his legs as you get to work.

“like a hot dad, huh?” he mumbles, all breathless and shit once you were seated in his lap, his length stretching you perfectly. a hand reaches up to wipe away the remaining of his previous climax on the corner of your lips. you throw your head in the crook of his neck, the pleasure of your hips rolling skillfully against his hitting you bad. “you could’ve just asked, lovely. wanna make me a daddy?”

you manage a shaky nod when he begins to meet your hips halfway.

a hand trails up from your waist to garb your neck, squeezing deliciously as he pulls you away from his neck to take a good look at you. “words, my love.”

“yes,” you nod, eyes closed in bliss. one of your hands grab the wrist of the hand around your neck. “wan’ make y-you a…hhah… daddy.”

“fffuuck…” he groans out when you squeeze around him, letting himself gather enough strength before he throws you off of him and onto the sofa. when your thighs are squeezed together at the painful loss of contact, a palm falls on one of them, leaving a flushed mark in its wake.

“open wide, baby.” he grabs a hold of his cock while he holds the back of your opening thigh to keep the pair apart. the years upon years in the survey corps leave you as flexible as you can be, so when he presses your thigh back, your joints bend easily at his will. pumping himself a few times as he gazes at your glistening folds, another groan breaks out from deep in his chest.

“god, look at you.” he rolls his hips in, and you feel him slip through so pleasurably that you can’t hold back the loud whimper that escapes you.

because damn, how could you not from this view? this is a face of a determined, pussy-drunk man. sweat broke on his forehead, a few strands sticking to the skin while the rest of his hair falls around his face perfectly. you see a ting of pain on his features, and you scatter to try to change your position for a more comfortable one for him, but he is quickly pushing you back down to the couch, a hand falling to your lower abdomen.

the pressure he puts there makes you forget your own name, and it shows on the way your body shivers with bliss. his thrusts increase in velocity, the maddening roll of his hips against yours throwing you in a whole other dimension.

a hand reaches out to grab yours, and through the dizzying pleasure, you realize that levi is pressing your own hand to your abdomen underneath his.

“look how deep inside am i,” he grumbles, leaning down to press a kiss on your bouncing tits. you feel his length stroke in and out of you the more levi puts pressure on your hand. “taking me so well. always so well, baby.”

he takes control of your hand once more, feeling you squeeze familiarly around him, and he pushes your fingers through his hair. you yank on the strands immediately, pulling out a fucking growl out of the man as he leans down until your chests were touching, putting a bit of his body weight on you for support.

you latch onto him like a koala, the burn of your core muscles stretching as he pushes you in a mating press mixes well with your pleasure-high brain. levi kisses, licks, bites down on your neck to leave marks you’ll have trouble hiding later, but you don’t give a shit. you arch your neck more, letting out a long moan when he nips at a certain spot, the bliss turning you mad.

levi is breathless. his puffs of air fan your face when he brings his face on top of yours. a whimper escapes past his lips, his features twisted with pleasure uncontrollably, and you drown in the sounds he makes.

“wann’ make you a mommy too,” he mumbles, open lips landing on the corner of your lips. “wanna…hhah… fill you up. over,” he pauses, delivering an especially harsh thrust that you feel at your cervix. “and over again.”

“levi, i’m so—,”

your body begins to curl into him, eyes closing uncontrollably, and the poor man barely has any chance to ready himself for the way you tighten impossibly around him as you give him your first climax.

your body shivers and quivers, shaking as he overstimulates you chasing after his own pleasure. he leans back up, hands harshly grabbing your lips as he manages to pull you even deeper, and you tightness milk him.

it isn’t the first time he cums inside you, but this one sure hits different. after a few more thrusts that manage to abuse your cervix, levi stills stiffly with a strong groan, and you feel his warmth coat your walls .

he gives you a few more deep strokes as he leans down to kiss you deeply, making sure he fucks all his load deep enough.

his hips still once more, but you keep devouring his lips. weak moans are erupted from both of you as you two calm down gradually, before levi throws sway your attempts of calming down your still-raging arousal when he pulls away, leans up, and slowly pulls out of you.

and he watches the mixture of both your orgasams begin to pool out of you, and you watch as he takes two fingers to push everything back in. you shamelessly roll your hips against bis digits once more.

he looks up at you, fingers still engulfed, snd a smirk takes over his handsome features.

“one more time for good measures?”

fresh air

FEATURING. levi ackerman x f!reader — wc: 4.5 k

SUMMARY. everyone on levi's squad wonders where he disappears to when they get time off in wall sina.

CONTENTS. fluff, secret relationship, the scout find out levi is in love, doctor!reader, established relationship, levi gets a minor injury, canon universe, she/they pronouns for hange, no warnings bc this is all just very sweet

based on this ask here ♡

The first time that Levi met you, he’d been too rough around the edges, a newly freed man from the underground with one too many health issues and a sickly complexion.

Against his will, Erwin had sent him in for a medical examination, a requirement he’d been forced to endure before officially joining the Survey Corps. It seemed a life with minimal sunlight had lasting effects on the human body. Levi thought that was a reasonable assumption.

He’d suffered through the check-ups, holding his tongue when the doctors prodded at him with invasive hands and told him what nutrients he needed more of. He’d taken their advice, for the most part.

You were still a nurse back then, holding a strong desire to help people and eyes with an innocence that would never last. When the doctor had been running late one evening, you’d come in to check Levi’s pulse, asked if he had any pain.

He’d stared at you for a moment, and for the first time in his life, fumbled for the right words to say.

Trivial things like beauty had never been important to Levi, but your smile had been the only image in his mind for days.

You’d visited him again for another check-up the next day.

And Levi was, really, perfectly fine. He knew there was nothing seriously wrong with him. Though, you had been so eager to do your job, so happy to help a fragmented man, that he let you take care of him for a week and, ridiculously, pretended that he was in much more pain than he actually was.

A hesitant sort of bond started between you after that. You were still intimidated by his brashness, and he was too afraid of his own feelings to ever let himself accept that he found you enjoyable to be around.

Although, whatever he felt ceased to matter after that. Levi officially became a scout, lost the only two people that cared about him, and hardened even more.

Years passed before he saw you again, and by then, you’d become a doctor, saved more patients than you lost, and built a name for yourself.

Levi saw you much more once he became the Captain of the Survey Corps; soldiers on his squad were always getting injured, and he nearly died on a couple missions.

Somewhere along the way, he’d fallen for you. Too quickly and too easily, especially for a man like him who knew better than to care for people.

Still, he figured he was allowed at least one good thing in life, and he’d chosen that to be you. The pretty little doctor who had snuck into his heart.  

“Levi?” Hange was in front of him, snapping a hand in front of his eyes, overly concerned and much too close. “Are you losing more blood? You look pale.” She prodded at him, a humored grin spreading across her mouth. “Someone might think you’ve been living underground.”

Hange laughed loudly and Levi pushed them away, irritated, and worn-out from the mission.

“I’m fine,” he said, though his ribs ached, and he couldn’t deny the pain that lingered in his side. “Just get off of me. You smell foul.”

Hange made a face. “Just plug your nose then.” A slender finger poked at his ribs again, and he recoiled, hissing. “See! You’re not okay.”

Levi’s aggravated response went unheard as Hange called a doctor over, waving their hands dramatically. A scowled embedded even deeper into his features.

“I’m fine, shithead. Stop being dramatic.”

Though his protests didn’t matter much. A man in a white coat came by after Hange’s call, adjusting a spectacle as he tucked parchment under his arm. “Is everything alright?”

“Can you please have the captain checked out? He was injured outside the walls, and I’m not sure our first aid did well at stitching him back up.”

The doctor looked over Levi skeptically, peeling back the wrapping around his middle that had already dried brown with blood. “We’ve got a lot of people in need of assistance. I can try and get a nurse to help you, but—”

“Where’s the other doctor?” Levi knew your name, of course he did, but he was afraid if he said it something would change on his face. “The younger one.” 

“There are other squads that ended up worse off. She’s taking care of them at the moment.” the gray-haired doctor said, looking at his parchment. “I’ll tell her to make her way over here. I don’t know how long it will be.”

Levi could tell what the man was thinking: that he was Captain Levi, and they could afford to lose the other scouts, but they couldn’t afford to lose him. Still, Levi’s wound had been treated sufficiently. At the very least, he didn’t feel like he would pass out again any time soon.

“I can wait.” Levi looked at the other battered members of the Scouts, some of them with slices up their arms and deep gashes in their skulls. It was a sickening sight really. No one should’ve been worried about him. “These soldiers have worse injuries than I do. You should treat them first.” He glanced at Hange beside him, the glasses making their eyes look even rounder. “And take Hange while you’re at it. Maybe you can find out if there’s a cure for being an idiot.”

The doctor cracked a smile. “Come with me then, Section Commander. You seem to be free of injuries, and we need some help taking care of these soldiers.”

“Of course, sir. I’ll do everything I can.” Hange nodded and stood to follow the doctor. She sent Levi one last look before leaving. “Don’t let your wound get infected because you’re trying to play the hero.”

“I’m fine, Hange. Seriously.” He blinked at her, his expression blank, and Hange sighed before disappearing into the crowd, into the mess of carnage from another fruitless journey outside the walls.

Levi waited for a half hour, watched as more soldiers were led away from the central room into the private wing of the hospital. Someone had cracked a window, and a warm breeze of fresh air fanned into the anteroom.

It was starting to get hot again. He dreaded the summer missions that burned his skin.

The chair was stiff, but he could’ve dozed off in it, suddenly feeling more light-headed than he had when Hange left. Levi shifted, bringing a palm down to his wound. The pain was starting to get worse again. When he drew his hand away, there was more blood.

Shit. That wasn’t a good sign. The stitches mustn’t have been done properly.

He started to stand, beginning to wonder if he should just stitch the wound back up himself, when you finally approached, and the sight of you sent a wave of relief over him. You were like his very own guardian angel, illuminating the hospital with nothing more than a hopeful smile.

Immediately, Levi softened, wondering how you could get more and more beautiful every time he saw you.

“Captain Levi.” Your eyes dropped to the seeping bandage, the shoulder that wasn’t sitting right. He’d dislocated it, twisted a little too funny when slicing up a titan. The tissue there had probably worn down too much. “Don’t tell me you’ve been waiting for me.”

“My injuries are minimal. Thought I’d take my chances until someone competent could stitch me up properly.”

Your jaw clenched, and though you reached your hand out to him, you retracted it, remembering there were other people around. With a sigh, you pointed over your shoulder instead. “Come with me.”

Levi followed you down the hall, to a shimmering white room that smelled too much like flowers. You gathered a few supplies, and he watched you, taking a seat on the bed.

Without a word, you began unwrapping the bloody gauze, cleaning the dark wound with unfazed, sharp eyes. His chest was exposed to you, the shirt already removed.

“At least tell me you missed me before you get me undressed,” Levi said, his tone dry as you pressed a warm cloth to his skin.

You narrowed your eyes, your expression exhausted. He was certain you’d been working nonstop since the Survey Corps got back. “I did miss you, Levi,” you said quietly, wringing the blood out of the cloth. “I always miss you.”

Against his will, Levi’s heart panged in his chest. It was almost too easy for you to get a rise out of him.

You worked in silence, and Levi let you—you’d done this many times for him before, and he knew how much you hated being disturbed.

Though, you looked so sweet with your lip jutted out in focus, and he relaxed, unable to stop himself when he leaned forward to give you a kiss.

To Levi’s disappointment, you saw him coming and pushed him away, placing a bloody hand in front of your mouth to stop him. “Levi!” you shouted in exasperation, though you were far too used to him to be surprised. “I’m not done.”

He sighed, leaning back once more, though the smallest of smiles was on his lips. “I thought you were the best doctor in the interior,” he said mockingly. “Shouldn’t you be a little faster than this?”

“You should work on being more patient. It’s only been a few minutes.”

“Has it?” Levi snorted. It felt like an eternity. You were there in front of him, so lovely and focused, and he could hardly contain himself. He’d spent weeks away from you, and he couldn’t even sneak a quick kiss.

You laughed, the sound stirring up butterflies in his stomach, and he relented, the seriousness in your expression pulling him back to reality. He sat quietly and left you to do your work.

Your hands were soft against his skin as you sealed up the wound, fixed up the stitches, so gentle that he almost forgot about the pain entirely. Having you to watch certainly helped keep him distracted.

Finally, you stepped away, satisfied, and grinned. “Alright. All done.”

“You mean it?” Levi leaned forward, and the ache in his abdomen pinched. “You’re not going to wipe your disgusting palm on my face if I try to kiss you?”

A part of him was, completely serious, but another laugh escaped you as you wiped your hands on a clean rag, the blood still staining your palms. But it was his blood and Levi figured if it had already dirtied his own skin, it didn’t matter much. 

He kissed you, momentarily, and the feeling of your lips brought him entirely back to life. Levi wasn’t sure what about you changed him so completely, made him feel a jolt of energy zap into him every time you were around, but he was addicted to it.

He took a breath, for a moment, his expression gentle, though he didn’t have the opportunity to kiss you again. The door had been thrown open, slamming against the wall, and Hange strolled in, wearing a wide smile and bright eyes.

“Levi,” Hange said, much too loudly, and he recoiled, wondering if they’d seen him kiss you. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

Probably not then. Hange would have made that the first topic of conversation.

You smiled politely beside Levi, already placing a professional distance between you. He craved the warmth, missing you again already. “How are you, Hange? I take it you didn’t get too banged up on the mission?”

Hange laughed, throwing an arm over your shoulder like old friends. “Not a single scratch.”

“A miracle, really, with the way you’re always throwing yourself into danger.”

“Oh, don’t be silly. I always play it safe.” Hange turned back to Levi; lips pulled up to reveal a white grin. “I see you’re feeling better then. The doctor got you all patched up?”

“I always do,” you hid a smile behind your hand, careful not to touch it to your mouth.

Levi sighed, hating how well you two got along. He might as well have told Hange about your relationship in the very beginning. You two saw each other every time the Scouts were in the interior wall. “Didn’t you have something to tell me, Hange?”

Hange scrunched her face up, before recognition passed through it. “Right,” they said, straightening. “Erwin’s requested your presence in a meeting with Commander Pyxis and the Military Police. They’ve got a lot of questions.”

“I’m sure they do.” Levi struggled to his feet, feeling much older than he really was. He wondered when all of the hits to his body would start to catch up to him. “I’ll follow you out, then.”

Levi exchanged a look with you, conveying everything he couldn’t with Hange standing there.

“I’ll see you later then, Captain Levi. Hange.” Your smile was refined, corresponding to your current status, and you saluted like a good soldier would. Then, the two of them were off.

Hange tossed a grin over their shoulder once the two of them were outside the hospital, eyes crinkling behind thick lenses. “You look a little flushed there, Captain.”

Levi stared back at Hange indifferently, not an ounce of emotion in his cool eyes. Hange always teased him when it came to you, but he doubted she ever figured out the truth. “Is that so?”

“Why don’t you just confess your love already?” Hange said romantically, batting their eyes and holding clasped hands to her chin. “It’s been years Levi.”

“I’m sure you’re not insinuating I’ve got any sort of romantic feelings,” Levi said dryly. He was certain that he had not been blushing, and he pinched Hange’s cheek too, the pink tint there as well from the warm weather. “It’s not like it’s nearly summer.”

Hange swatted him away, their joyful expression falling as a pout formed on their lips. “Oh, you’re so boring, Levi. I’m only messing with you.”

Levi let out a weary noise, somewhere between a sigh and a groan, wondering how he’d managed to put up with the most insufferable person for years and years on end. “You sound like a teenager.”

After his mess of a meeting with the military police, Levi headed to one of the nicer homes at the edge of the city, an older building in Wall Sina that had managed to stay intact after the Female Titan incident.

It wasn’t his home, not really, but it was the only one he had outside of the military housing and the single private room he received as a commanding officer. And, it might as well have been his anyway—his clothes all hung in the closet, his teacups stuffed in a crowded cabinet. He was there more than he was anywhere else.

The door opened easily when he pushed the knob, and while he knew you were expecting him, he hoped you didn’t always keep it unlocked. The streets were too wrought with crime; a fact he was far too aware of.

When he opened the door, the scent of home and a freshly made meal invaded his senses, warming him to the very core of his soul. He slid his shoes off at the door, careful not to track in any mud.

You hadn’t heard him come in, too busy cutting up vegetables to throw into a pot. You hummed to yourself softly, distracted entirely by your own thoughts.

Levi smiled, admiring you for just a moment and taking in that second to carry it with him on his next mission. For so much of his life, he’d hardly had a home to come back to. It was nice to remember that he had a person waiting for him on the other side, someone that could be there for him in the moments that he didn’t want to be alone.

He snuck up behind you quietly, and you remained completely unaware until he wrapped his arms around your middle, relaxing into your body in a way he’d never been able to when he was away from you.

You jumped momentarily, but eased into his arms right after, recognizing his touch easily. One of your softer hands wrapped around his, the other still throwing chopped vegetables into the pot.

“I didn’t hear you come in,” yod, and he pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, tranquil.

So much of his time had been spent in a world that was a living hell, trying to deal with the overarching mess that had started years ago, and being with you was the only time he could ever recover. The knowledge that he didn’t have to always be humanity’s strongest soldier with you gave him, at least, some semblance of peace.

“I hope I didn’t scare you,” he whispered, hooking his chin over your shoulder as he looked at the stew you were making. It was the best thing he had smelled in weeks, and Levi felt too spoiled after a childhood spent eating mud and garbage from the streets. “You could’ve waited for me to get home. I would’ve cooked something instead. I know you’ve been working all day, taking care of the Scouts.”

“Levi.” You pressed a kiss to the back of his hand, smiling into the delicate skin. “You’ve been gone for weeks. You probably haven’t had a proper meal since you left, and you were injured. I don’t want you to strain yourself.” You turned to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I’m glad you’re home. You can get some rest now.”

You pressed a kissed to his nose, and no matter how many times you referred to your home as his as well, a fiery warmth bloomed inside of him.

“Me too.” Levi smiled at you tiredly, brushing his thumb over your lips before retracting. “I’m going to get cleaned up. I’ll be back in a bit.”

“I’ll tell you when the food is ready.”

Levi nodded, and released you hesitantly, already wanting to be around you for every moment he had in Wall Sina. Instead, he headed towards the bathroom, where he knew the soap that he preferred would be waiting for him, just as he’d left it before.

“Levi?”

He turned at the sound of your voice. You were watching him with hearts in your eyes, the very expression something he would probably never been accustomed to.

“I love you.”

Levi softened, his feet melting into the floor entirely. “I love you too.”

Your face grew so bright, and you turned back to your task, newly invigorated. Levi had gotten better at saying the words, at accepting that you wouldn’t get taken away from him just because he cared about you.

It had been a long road, certainly, but somewhere along the way he’d started to become familiar with happiness.

“Levi, what do you think of this one?” You spun in a slow circle, making sure that he saw every angle of the dress. You were watching him with a skeptical look, suspecting that he wouldn’t be honest with you.

Which was maybe true. Levi didn’t know very much about what was in style. He just thought you looked nice in everything.

“It’s pretty,” he said, indulging you with a nod. “You look very pretty.”

Despite yourself, you grew warm, smiling at yet another compliment from him. He’d said the same thing about every dress, but he loved seeing the expression on your face, the twitch of embarrassment, even though you’d been together for years.

It was rare that the two of you got to do something so calming. You were meant to go to a ball in the upcoming weeks, gain some kind of recognition for your accomplishments as a doctor, and you were in desperate need something to wear.

Of course, you’d decided the moment that Levi was home would be the perfect time to go shopping.

Though, it didn’t matter. He would’ve gone with you anyway, even if you needed an outfit or not. Levi was just so incredibly proud of you. A part of him wished he could accompany you to the ball, even if being in a stuffy room with a crowd of pretentious, wealthy men sounded like the most undesirable event in the world.

“Well, which makes me seem like I know what I’m doing?” you asked him through the mirror, the tailor doing her best not to intrude on the conversation. “I like the blue one, but do I look too young?”

“Well, you’re not old,” Levi scoffed. “Besides, I hardly think you need new a dress to let people know you’re a professional.” Though, he mulled over the question regardless, mostly taking your inquiry seriously. You were making a face at him. “I like the blue one too.”

He liked them all, really. 

You smiled, letting the tailor finish up her job and Levi turned, wondering how much of a dent this would put in his wallet.

“I’ll just be a second,” you said, leaning down from your stool to kiss him. His lips curled up when they met yours. “Want to wait outside?”

“Sure.” Levi turned, and for a moment, swore he saw a flash outside, someone speeding past the window. When he looked closer, no one was there.

He ignored it, leaving a wad of cash with the store-owned and tried to remember that he no longer needed to save that money for another meal.

As he waited for you to finish up, Levi leaned against the wall, watching the people walk back and forth, paying him no attention at all. It was sometimes easy to forget that not everyone recognized him. Not everyone cared, really, that he was Captain Levi.

It was refreshing to be ignored.

“Levi,” you said wearily as you came out of the short building, and he knew what was coming next, knew what words would leave your mouth. “I told you I’d take care of it.”

“Consider it paying back a favor.” He fell into step beside you as you turned the corner, going down the narrow alley. 

You creased your eyebrows skeptically, trying to catch his eyes. The ones that had brightened minimally after a night of rest in an actual bed. “A favor for what?”

“I don’t know. Letting me live in your house? For cooking for me last night?” Your frown deepened, exasperated and Levi sighed, rolling his eyes. “Just accept the gift, you idiot. I was trying to do something nice.”

You gazed at him in disbelief for another moment before laughing, the seriousness evaporating. “You’re so sweet.” You grinned, and Levi thought that was hardly the word to describe him, but you seemed so happy that he didn’t say anything. “I appreciate it a lot. Thank you.”

“Come on,” Levi said, huffing when you tried to kiss him again. “We should go back home before I run into one of those intolerable brats from my squad.”

Though, Levi really regretted the words, wondering if there was some higher being out there who just lived to cause him grief. Not a moment later, he heard a familiar voice rounding the corner, getting much too close to where he was standing.

“Armin, look! I told you. I saw him with someone.”

Levi’s jaw tightened as Eren sprinted down the alley with his smarter blond friend in tow, and a dark-haired girl who never seemed to leave his side.

The three of them nearly ran into the two of you, skidding to a stop only when they noticed you both turning the corner, and gauged the unamused expression on Levi’s face.

“What are you two doing here? Don’t you have training or something?” Levi’s voice was stern, though he knew they had the day off, just as he did. Just as you did.

“Captain Levi!” Armin straightened, looking nervous under his tense gaze. Levi wondered what it would take for that kid to gain some confidence. “Sorry, we didn’t mean to intrude. Eren just said—”

“Eren said—” Eren began, but before he could continue, Hange had also come around the corner with Erwin, the two of them laughing like they’d found something very funny.

Levi wished he had his gear so he could start swinging the blades at all of them.

“Levi,” Erwin greeted him good-naturedly, and Hange was snickering beside him, their eyes glued to the minimal space between you and him. “Eren said there was an emergency this way. What seems to be the issue?”

That little shit. Levi could’ve kicked the stupid grin right off his face again.

“Did he?” Levi said, swallowing down his anger, his expression as nonchalant as usual. “I’ve got no idea what he could possibly be talking about.”

“Eren said you two were kissing.” Mikasa spared no time for idle conversation, her eyes as hard as his own as she made the comment in a bored tone. If Levi had to guess, she’d been pulled into the situation because Eren had caught them and couldn’t keep his nose out of other people’s business.  

And Hange, who had never been very good at holding back laughter, doubled over with tears gathering at the corners of their eyes.

“Oh,” you said beside him, embarrassed, and Levi softened, remembering that even though he’d kept the relationship a secret for your own safety, there really had never been a need to. You were never going to leave his life, not if he could help it, and he trusted the five people before him enough to keep it from becoming public knowledge. “I’m sorry,” you whispered to him, momentarily panicked. “That was my fault.”

Levi hated the look on your face; he never wanted you to look so disheartened again. He sighed. “Eren, you should learn to keep your mouth shut.”

At least, Eren had the good sense to sober up. His back became rigid, any humor disappearing from his face immediately. “Right, sir, I’m sorry. I just thought—”

“I’ve got the day off like the rest of you, don’t I? Maybe you should let us spend it in peace.” Levi boldly grabbed your hand, walking through the middle of the starstruck crowd, knowing he’d have to deal with their endless questions sooner than later.

For now, though, he just wanted a relaxing day with you by his side.

“Levi, wait! Why didn’t you tell me?” Hange’s dramatic cries rang out through the air as he glared at them over his shoulder, eyes narrowing so intensely it almost hurt.

Behind him, Eren’s cry of pain could be heard after Mikasa slapped him over the head. “Eren! I told you that was a bad idea.”

“Bye!” you said sweetly, like nothing had happened, and continued along with your hand in Levi’s, a stupid smile on your face.

When you were far enough away from lingering ears, Levi looked over to you, shaking his head. “Why do you look so happy?” he asked, exasperated, and ready to go home.

You shrugged. “I like that someone else knows that I love you.”

And though Levi would still push Eren twice as hard at the next training, he couldn’t be too mad at him after that.

A little art piece from my Levi x reader

I used my Oc as a representation of this iconic scene from chapter 11 of my fic. I hope you enjoy it ^-^!

Don't come for me for the hands... I had zero intentions on putting effort in them lmao. I have my phone full of kissing references because this is the first time I draw a kiss so this took way longer than I expected.

Clown answered an ask and mentioned that Wally at one point learnt how to blow kisses, and likes to do it, but did it wrong at first… this is definitely not what they meant but <3

“What was that you were doing?” Wally asks. 

You’re used to such questions from him. Wally is always eager to learn about anything he’s unfamiliar with, whether that be a new game, phrase, or hobby. He’s always happy to listen, and it’s a trait of his that you can appreciate. This time, though, you’re not really sure what he’s referring to. 

“What was what?” You respond. Wally doesn’t say anything, instead merely pointing at his mouth. His lips are stretched into a smile, as usual. 

“Oh!” Julie had passed by and caught your eye, so you’d greeted her from a distance. “I was blowing a kiss at Julie. It’s kind of like… A more affectionate way of saying ‘hello’, I guess? Though ‘goodbye’ would work as well. It can mean a lot of different things- It’s a little hard to explain.” 

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“Surprise Visit with a Side of, ah, Flour.” [Wally Darling x GN!Shy!Reader // Established Romantic Relationship]

“Slumbern’t Party!” [Wally Darling x GN!Insomniac!Reader // Pre-established unconfessed (romantic) Crushes]

“Late Night Shenanigans…” [Wally Darling x GN!Astronomer!Reader // Relationship can be interpreted by Reader]

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“Unexpected Visitor!” [Wally Darling x GN!Reader (DHMIS Yellow Guy pays a visit!) // Relationship with Wally is up to interpretation, but pre-establish friends at least]

“Catastrophic Cacophony” [Wally Darling x GN!Reader who’s sensitive to Loud Sounds // Relationship can be interpreted by Reader]

“Wally Darling Love Language Rambling” [No assigned Reader // Can be interpreted by Reader]

“Felt Fingers” [ Welcome Home Cast x Reader // Platonic Relationships ]

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Last updated April 4th, 2023

Smooth Moves

🌹Wally and Barnaby teach you how to dance🌹

(Takes place in Alive AU from my A Silly Thought and More post)

Posted later than intended rip

Some mood music for this writing. POV playlist

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It was late at night, most of your guests were inside fast asleep while you, Wally, and Barnaby finished up making space on the large porch. Barnaby was insistent that he and Wally teach you how to slow dance when you mentioned you've never danced before. Plus you two needed to figure out who was doing what tomorrow. Winner gets to choose after seeing who dips better.

"Alright, so if I win I get to pick what we do tomorrow. And if you win you get to pick what we do tomorrow. Deal?"

You held your hand out to shake on it, but Wally gently grabbed a hold of it and turned it over to plant a small kiss on the back of your palm. Heat rushed to your cheeks as the two of you parted ways to opposite sides of the porch. You wished you could just hide away in a corner right now until your cheeks looked normal or at least pretend that you were fine.

You slowly looked over to where Wally was, he was staring at you still, eyes half-lidded and a droopy smile on his face. That cheeky little bugger.

Barnaby walked up to the center of the porch and held out his paw towards Wally. "Hey buddy, I think we should show em' how it's done first, it's their first time right?" His voice was a cheery as usual, but something felt a bit off about it tonight, it had a deeper tone to it. "That it is, maybe we'll each get a turn with our host?" He peered over at you as he took a hold of the beagle's paw. "I sure hope so, I love dancing with new partners!"

Barnaby leaned to the side where a table was and quickly pressed the play button on the stereo you had given him the day before. He loved that thing to bits.

The music started out slow and steady as the two began to step and sway along with the beat. "Make sure to match up with your partners movements...like this." They both swayed to the far right, then the left, both of their feet being in sync perfectly with every single step. Clearly these two practiced frequently. The music went on for a while as the two circled, swayed, and danced around in patterns. It was so smooth that you almost felt hypnotized into a daze, only snapping out of it when Barnaby and Wally slowed down into a large dip. Wally, ever the dramatic suave, put one leg up as he was dipped down. "There, it's as simple as that!" Barnaby looked over at you and gestured for you to come over. You shook your head though, now too nervous to really put yourself in a spotlight like that.

"Ohh? Is someone nervous now?" Wally teased, hanging off of his friend's arm lazily. "It'll be fine, we can both teach you at the same time if you want!" Barnaby butted in, seeing how nervous you looked. Maybe his new friend needed some more encouragement.

"Alright...I'm not good at dancing though so I might step on someone's foot." You did not feel confident in yourself quite frankly.

"That's okay." The two pals separated as Barnaby went to go behind you and Wally right in front of you, boxing you in. "Besides, now you can have two partners!"

You felt the soft blue paws grab onto both of your hands and guiding them, placing one on Wally's shoulder and one on his hip, Wally mimicked the position on you in the opposite direction. Barnaby spoke up "Now remember, try to match your partners movements and just let us guide you until you get used to it." You nodded and looked down at your feet making sure they were in the correct position, missing the knowing looks the two had with each other.

"I think our dear host will catch on quick, won't you?" Wally smiled sweetly, giving your hip a small squeeze as you looked back up, earning a small squeak. How adorable of you. They wondered what other noises you could make.

It started out just like before, Barnaby having restarted the song and returning to being behind you. You stumbled a bit for the first few steps but you caught on quickly, seeing the pattern more clearly. It also helped to have two giant soft paws behind your back in case you tripped or fell.

"Wow, see! You're catching on already!" The blue friend continued to encourage you. "Now this part might be a bit harder, you'll need to swing your hips with the movement of your feet. Let me show you." Barnaby gently cupped your side and helped move your hips along to the rhythm of the music as Wally kept your shoulders in place. You stumbled though, having a hard time trying to match your footwork with theirs.

"Here, like this..." Wally spoke up and his friend backed up a little bit for some space. He took hold of your hip once more, this time more gently. "Just copy what I do."

He put one foot to the side and you did the same, allowing Wally to control the movements of your hips with his, one step at a time, one sway here and there, a few twirls, and it was like you were an expert at this. You didn't even notice that Barnaby had gone to sit down, locking eyes with Wally to give him a big thumbs up. Or the small crowd of friends standing by the back door watching the two of you.

The music kept going. The longer the two of you danced, the more you started to feel yourself getting used to this. Suddenly, Wally guided you into a deep dip, exaggerating his position into what that of a lover would be as the music came to a slow stop. He leaned in closer squeezing your hand in his. "I believe I won, yes?"

𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧(𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬)

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘮𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘵.

ℕ𝕊𝔽𝕎 𝔹𝔼𝕃𝕆𝕎 𝕋ℍ𝔼 ℂ𝕌𝕋

𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀: 𝗕𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗞𝗶𝗻𝗸(𝗦𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆), 𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘺 𝘔𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘉𝘶𝘭𝘨𝘦 𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘬(𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥), 𝘉𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘙𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘚𝘦𝘹 (𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥), 𝘚𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘚𝘦𝘹, 𝘊𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘔𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘴 𝘗𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘚𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘜𝘴𝘦, 𝘚𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘳(𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵)

𝕀𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕕𝕠 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕥!

》Chaos Daddy, yes Chaos Daddy, is King of Camelot which means he can have whatever he wants whenever he wants. He chooses to spend his time using sex as a stress reliever. And Arthur has a lot of pent up stress so...buckle up people it's time to hit the road.

》Let's get this out of the way first.

》No matter what you do, Arthur is always going to ask consent. Whether it is to cum inside of you or if its to kiss you. He's always asking and it's sexy as fuck. He's the King of Camelot, King of Chaos, and the King of Consent. Chaos Daddy will not fuck you without a definite yes. No matter how possessive he is, how jealous he is, how fucking desperate he is, he's going to ask.

》King of fucking Consent-

》Arthur is constantly stressed, little things sending him off the rails due to his new powers. With Chaos now as his new power, he has heightened senses. The tiniest things that his lover does can set him off. It could be the way they walk or the tiniest tease of a lick to their upper lip. He will whisk them away and have them up against a stone cold wall in no time.

》If he has his arm regenerated, it most likely resembles something of his old arm. It's just maybe black and clawed like a demon's regenerated limb. I'd say sort of like Derieri's.

》When he's finally gotten his lover in a private corner, Arthur is sure to use his body language and hands to show them what he wants. Hands wandering along their body, groping and squeezing the squishy parts of their flesh.

》A sign that he wants sex could be him gripping his partner's thighs. Honestly, Arthur is a thigh man. Drilling into his partner from above, he grips both hands into their thighs and splits them apart to the point where their muscles are getting that delicious stretching feeling.

》There's always a hand on his partner's thigh because Arthur does not quit. He will have his hand on their thigh when eating them out, using his tongue to lick along their entrance and eat them out with such skill.

》Chaos daddy likes to fuck his lover from behind in a mirror so he can see their expressions. Eye contact is a big thing for Arthur because he loves to see the expressions that his partner makes. Their faces and noises get him off, causing him to just fuck them harder than before.

》Arthur has a major breeding kink due to him being a king in all. He has to eventually have an heir and the idea of his lover being swelled with his seed makes him go crazy.

》He will often go for 3 rounds of sex when he's up for it. These aren't just sexual rounds, its a 'session' for him. He wants to ensure that his lover knows that they are his. He will be fucking them, cum inside of them, keep himself inside for a few moments, and then go for another round with his release still inside from the previous sessions.

》 The dirty talk is real-

》"You're so lucky to be filled up with your King's seed...Be a grateful bitch and take it~!"

》"You're my loyal slut..."

》"Tell me you want my seed. Tell me you want me to cum inside of you...~ Beg me for it~..."

》"If you want to come on my dick then beg for it..~" 》"Want me to come inside you? That's so sexy baby."

》Makes a BIG DEAL about you having his 'royal seed' inside of you. Even if he asks to come inside of you, he still makes you beg for it. He thinks that you're his slut and that you need to be grateful that such a powerful king is taking the time to fuck you.

》Of course, this is all just talk because he is actually the sweetest little aftercare sunshine ball even if he's been taken over by Chaos.

》Speaking of Chaos, he uses Chaos to get himself off. Once his lover found him masturbating using Chaos. His hand was bracing himself on the bed post whilst using makeshift stone hands to force his thighs apart whilst another rubbed up and down his shaft. He looked at his lover, one eye open, and moaned their name to come help him relieve his stress.

》 "C-Come over here and h-help your King~!"

》Let's just say that his lover ended up being shoved down onto his dick, riding him whilst the hand played with his balls. Chaotic hands roamed all over both their bodies, and the only sounds the poor people in the castle could hear were Arthur and his lover loudly moaning each other's names despite Arthur using Chaos to fuck them both.

》He has their wrists tied above their head, summoning Chaos tentacles to feel along their body whilst he thrusts his hips forward in a deep and rough motion. He can feel everything that they do, able to imagine its his own hands feeling along his partner's body. Whenever Arthur feels his partner tighten on him, he throws his head back and gives out a loud moan or a broken whine.

》Very expressive when it comes to being in bed. He knows what he wants- He will tell you what he wants in the moment and then ask you if you're okay with it.

》Luckily, his lover is usually a very open person~ 》He makes sure he slowly slides into them, hips touching each other, and fills them up all the way before slowly rolling his hips into them. The best way Arthur does this is in doggy position.

》They will have their body pressed into the bed, ass up, whilst Arthur's back and whole body is pressed up against them. He gives a few short shallow thrusts before pulling out and then fucking right back into them.

》If his partner doesn't hold back, Arthur doesn't hold back. And he will comply when you want more- fucking harder, deepening his cock inside of them, causing them to be louder and louder than usual.

》There's a lot of 'yeahs' and praising from his side, constantly telling them how tight they are and how good that they feel. When he cums inside of them, its to the point where there's a bulge in their stomach.

》Arthur will purposefully go multiple rounds to see this bulge, even if its the smallest thing. Its indication that his dick is big enough to keep all of that seed inside of his lover. And sometimes he will sit back whilst using Chaos to fuck his partner after, and jack off to the sight.

》Poor poor poor (Name)....

》Any kinks his lover have will be incorporated into his sex routine-

》He enjoys cumming right at the same time as his partner because the feeling of them clench around him must cause his whole body to feel like its being milked.

》Throne sex is a must for Arthur as well. Either getting off by choking on his dick in the throne room, or by riding him on the throne whilst no one else is there. Its a power move for Arthur, finding himself wanting someone to walk in. Even if its a poor servant, he's going to feel amazing.

》"Yeah, you like that? Bouncing on my royal cock? Hm? Say it~" 》He will start training his partner to please him the right way. It starts by him slowly sticking his fingers in his lover's mouth to train their gag reflex. Arthur does not care what kind of gag reflex his partner has, he is going to be fucking his hips into his lover's mouth if he feels like he wants to release. He chases after the feeling, finally accomplishing what he wants at the end.

》He will first fuck your throat with his fingers before you are allowed to suck his royal dick. It's a privilege...Earn it.

》ANYWAY YEAH DADDY CHAOS DOES DO A LOT OF GOOD <3

》I HAVE A LOT MORE TO SAY BUT THATS IT

𝕌𝕡 ℕ𝕖𝕩𝕥: ℤ𝕖𝕝𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕤 ℕ𝕊𝔽𝕎 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

𝔸 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕔 ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥(ℕ𝕊𝔽𝕎)

𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕗 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕠𝕤 𝔸𝕣𝕥𝕙𝕦𝕣 𝕩 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ:

𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞, 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐠𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝

Arthur was okay, but he was not fine by any measurement, his expression heated by excitement. His tongue lolled out of his mouth, heavily panting with the rocking movement of the bed underneath him. A pair of black tentacles were wrapped around his throbbing cock and his legs were restrained by two other tentacles outstretching them.

They promptly moved up and down according to his subconscious needs. High pitched whines left Arthur. His back laid upon his bed, head up against the pillow as he threw back his head. His arms fought to keep his thighs open, allowing the blackened tentacles to slip up and down his inner thighs in a caressing manner. "F-fuck yeah..." His own powers used to fucked his own cock in preparation for taking the person right next to him. Along with the bucking of his hips against the rapid movements of the tentacles, he was moaning loudly.

This was Arthur's definition of foreplay.

The whole castle could perhaps hear him. He wasn't ashamed of what he was doing. No, he was rather excited for the actual sex he was about to endure. Despite the pleasure that traveled through his body, he managed to keep his mind straight to look over at the other side of the bed.

On your hands and your knees, Arthur's tentacles fucked into your sopping wet cunt. They stuffed you full, creating a bulge within your stomach. Your tongue stuck out, bucking your hips back up against the tentacles which stuffed you full. Whilst one tentacle worked its way into your pussy, the other one rubbed swiftly at your clitoris. He wasn't able to say anything beyond broken desperate whines for touch, but he imagined what he could say to you.

You looked ravishing.

Your moans competed with Arthur's own, meeting his eyes in the moments he could focus. The tentacles seemed to notice this, wrapping itself around your thigh. It pulled your thigh upwards, filling you at a new angle. You stuff your face in the pillow, muffling your moans whilst Arthur continued to be the more vocal of you two. The both of you are lost in your own pleasure until you hear a surprised noise come from Arthur, "A-Ahh~!" One of the tentacles had split off, entering his hole and fucking him through both ends.

Now, every single time the tentacle thrusted into Arthur, there was a whine or needy moan that came from him. Both of you seemed to enjoy your time, but soon enough they stopped. The tentacles withdrew from you, your sopping wet juices dripping off of it. Arthur's cock was hard and ready for release, but the tentacles disappeared immediately before he shouted he was going to come.

For a few moments, you two were left empty. It was an unwelcome feeling especially for you. You enjoyed being stuffed full of Arthur's cock, but this experience was just beyond hot. You stared over at Arthur. His chest heaved and his hips slightly bucked into the air hoping for some sort of stimulation, "Arthur..." You called out his name.

Arthur didn't waste any time.

He took that as his cue, crawling over towards you on all fours. The King didn't waste any time. Hummed into your neck and you felt his hot breath make your hairs stand up on end. You wrapped your arms around Arthur, bringing your legs to wrap around his waist. The two of you molded your bodies together, feeling along each other's curves and muscles. You could feel Arthur's hard cock against your stomach area. He gently ground into you for stimulation, licking and nibbling at a place on your collarbone.

There were no words exchanged between the two of you as he ravished your neck. His tongue dragged along the base, all the way up to your jawline where he began to softly nibble with his teeth. His hands wandered around your body, finally settling and squeezing at your ass. Your hands ran all the way down his back, doing the same to him. Once you got to his ass, you gave it a quick hard smack. He bucked his hips forward, pressing his forehead into the pillow below. "Mmph!"

"What was that for?" His raspy voice suddenly made an appearance. The two of you stopped, making eye contact with one another. His purple gaze was filled with lust, wanting to take you right here and now.

"That was for fucking me with your little Chaos powers...I think you deserve a little spank, don't ya think?" You subtly winked, chuckling at the blush that spread across his cheeks. It quickly dissipated, his body hovering over you with a dark look on his face. His hand roughly grabbed your chin, squishing your cheeks together, and forcing you to look up at him. "I've been patient, love. I've waited for days so that I may finally have you. Your fucking attitude is a show of disrespect for your King." He pressed your head forcefully back into the pillow. Two of Arthur's fingers ghosted along your plump lips, opening your mouth ever so slightly. You're in a trance with the way that Arthur hovered above you.

His chiseled body bared many scars, a testament of what he had become and the hardships he endured. He'd been so patient for so much in his life. He was a patient man...he really was.

Except when you pissed him off.

"You don't think that it's good...Do you? Hmm? Because your attitude just makes me want to fuck you harder with my cock." His fingers pressed into your mouth, forcing you to suck on them as if they were his cock. He pressed them down into your throat, causing you to gag. Your eyes pricked with tears at the feelings of his fingers in your throat. All he did was cruelly laugh at you, "My love, you look incredibly ravishing with my fingers in your mouth. It reminds me of the times you choke on my cock in the throne room." He removed his fingers from your mouth, sticking his tongue out to lick up the saliva that was once in yours.

"Now then, I've waited patiently all day for you...I want to fuck my cum into you so much that it's dripping out of your swollen cunt." You gazed up at him in amazement, taking your arms out towards him. Soon enough, you pulled him into a feverish kiss. He took this as a challenge, adjusting his hips to line up with yours. He was so extremely hard it was painful. The lack of orgasm he had caused him to become frustrated, impatiently wanting to fuck you. Your lips melded together, muffled moans and exhales coming from the both of you.

You moaned into the kiss, feeling the shaft of his cock rub along your folds and then press into your swollen clit. He bucked his hips up against you a few times before pushing into your wet cunt with ease. Filling you to the brim, he finally bottomed out with a satisfied groan leaving him. Both of you exhaled in pleasure, bracing yourself for Arthur's movements. He waited a few moments, gazing into your eyes for the signal to move.

Your hair was sprawled out along the pillow, a pink dusting on your cheeks.

One.

Two.

Three slow jerky thrusts before settling balls deep in you once again. You quietly moaned along with him, but a loud squeal left you upon the frantic pace that he set. "Ahn...Mmph!" Arthur jerkily thrusted his hips back into you, milking all the noises out of your throat. He panted out with each movement he gave, trying to control his movements so he'd be able to last, "So good....Fuck!" You heard Arthur say under his breath. So you'd be stimulated enough, he began to rub circles around your bundle of nerves along with his thrusts.

"F-Fuck! Arthur!" An electric feeling bolted right through your body. One of your hands clawed down his back causing Arthur's hips to stutter.

"Ah! You feel so tight...S-So good love...Y-You always know how to please me...J-Just...fuck!" Arthur's hot breath against your chest made your skin have goosebumps all over it. Dirty names spilled from his lips, encouraging you to moan along with him. There was no time for him to focus on anything else, trying to chase his own release. You felt a sudden knot begin to show up in your stomach. Your back arched as Arthur's finger pressed up into your clit, rubbing harshly up and down it. His fingers moved faster than his thrusts, pounding into you as hard as he could.

Both of your bodies collectively jerked along with the bed. It's creaking sounds almost overtaking Arthur's whimpers of pleasure. The two of you suddenly stopped, adjusting so your ass was in the air and your face was stuffed into the pillow. Arthur wasted no time, grabbing onto your hair as he continued his thrusts. You let out a few lustful cries into the pillow, moving your hips back into Arthur, "S-Shit Arthur I'm gonna-!"

"Y-Yeah..I....I kn-mmph!" He barely got any words out, only devolving into lustful whimpers and whines. Occasionally a word of gibberish would slip from his lips, feeling your cunt tighten on his dick. You could feel him twitch inside of you. So, to hurry it all up, you began to move your hips back into him. His thrusts faltered into shallow jerky movements.

All of a sudden, your orgasm came crashing down upon you. Your body tensed up and convulsed, sweet release washing over you. Arthur's name came from your lips as your whole body relaxed afterwards. After a pause Arthur stutters in your orgasm, telling you he's close along with you. Your toes curl, feeling your slickened entrance be thrusted into a few more times before he presses into you. Arthur's tongue lolled out of his mouth, a strangled cry leaving his throat. His body tensed and convulsed as he came. His release coated your insides, riding out his orgasm rather shakily.

His body collapsed on top of yours, panting in sync with your rising and falling chest. "Mmph...(Name)...That was so god damn good. Damn...I love you so much..."

"I love you too Arthur..." You mumbled out slowly, feeling the stressed King's body finally relaxing. For the first moment in a long time, there was peace in his being. "Arthur aren't you going to pull out?"

"You can warm my cock for a bit. I don't want my cum slipping out of you-"

𝐀𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐜(𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬!𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐝𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚, 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐲, 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠

Self Indulgent fic for @iz-ana

Tag List: @18moosie @little-miss-chaoss

Why was it that you were so irritatingly gorgeous? It frustrated Arthur, hungrily staring at you from his throne whilst you talked with such fervor. It drove him crazy, the way your lips moved and the passion within your voice. Your passion ignited so much within his own body. It made him angry. Why did he desire you so much in this moment when he was supposed to find a solution to a life or death problem? His knee bounced up and down rather impatiently, waiting for this meeting to be over. He attempted to use his hand to cover his eyes, but he could see you through his fingers. Earlier in the day, he'd been messing with his own magic that he had been blessed with for years now.

Something went awry, an unending desire to fuck a feeling out of him. His cheeks had immediately heated up, but no matter how many times he tried to relieve himself, he was unable to stop thinking. It had been about the 3rd time today that his mind had slipped into erotic thoughts of you, and erotic thoughts they were.

He imagined his fingers sliding down your curves, gripping onto your thighs as he delved his head down into your sopping wet pussy that was all for him. He would tongue fuck you so well, bend you in unheard of positions, fuck you against his cock until you were only allowed to say his name. The King of Chaos wanted to cum inside of you, fill you with his seed as you begged for more. Gods, the sight of you pinned underneath him just excited him so.

Arthur's mind was wandering elsewhere, the tent in his pants underneath the table growing greater. This was so much so that he abruptly dismissed himself from the table in hopes to relieve himself once more. He slammed the door behind him, much to your own concern. Had your speech made Arthur mad? Did you say something wrong? Your heart beat in anticipation.

Entering his room, he closed it shut with as much force as he had. The tent in his pants had began to hurt, desperately wanting to feel himself inside of you. Arthur relieved himself of his clothing, turning back down to his aching cock as his hand captured it after deciding to use his own split as lube. He hissed at the feeling of contact, his eyes tearing up slightly as he began to slowly pump his cock up and down. A string of soft moans came out of him, imagining your mouth taking him as deep as you could. His hips stuttered, rolling in motion hesitantly with his hand's pumping.

Meanwhile, you had dismissed the meeting with the other Knights. How could Arthur just leave? You were Arthur's and he was yours. You always communicated, but nothing had concerned you more with his behavior this past day. You knocked on his door, "Arthur...?" In response, you heard a hiccuping moan.

To you, it sounded like he was in pain. Quickly opening the door he forgot to lock. The sight ignited a feeling within your core, a slight pounding of arousal coming from it. Your mouth ran dry at the sight of Arthur, eyes rolled back into his head as he desperately tried to relieve himself. His hand moved fast, hips bucking in pace. You knew by his moans, he was close. Arthur didn't seem to notice you until you appeared right into his sight.

A wanton whine came from him, your hand grabbing onto his wrist and removing it from his aching cock. His knees buckled together, toes curling as his arousal came right back. "(N-Name)?" Your fingers left his own, quickly beginning to unbutton your shirt. Arthur's magic automatically summoned another arm from the one that had been eaten off by Cath. He wished to fondle with your body, standing upwards.

You felt your back hit the bed, Arthur pulling your hair as his teeth grazed right along your hot skin. You hurriedly pulled off your underwear after he shimmied off your pants, but a hand caught your panties in-between his fingers. He pulled them right down to your ankles, skilled fingers working to rub his ring and middle finger up against your folds. He was desperate to get inside of you, your hair being pulled to the side harshly to expose half of your neck. You yelped in mild pain, moaning his name as his hot tongue glided along the expanse of your neck. His thumb pressed into your clitoris, beginning to furiously rub back and forth whilst his fingers began to become coated in his arousal. "Arthur...!" You moaned out, feeling his tongue lead right up to about the base of your ear. His other hand was fondling your breast, squeezing it and pinching your nipple in-between his thumb and index finger. "You are a fucking slut, you know that? Keeping me worked up all day... Daddy's going to stuff his cock right up into you...make you scream. I wanna be inside you. So hurry up and get wet you whore. Im impatient." He groaned out, feeling you grind yourself against his erection. Arthur's purple eyes gleamed down towards you, panting softly in rhythm with your own rising and falling chest.

"I want Daddy's cock-" You croaked out, bucking your hips up against his palm to add more stimulation. Scooting himself away, Arthur took his hand away from your sopping wet cunt giving a whine of disatisfaction from you. Rubbing both of your thighs, Arthur grinned at you. "Don't you worry, daddy's gonna please you so good. You're going to be so ready for when I stuff you full of my cum...God, I want to cum just because of that thought."

You propped yourself up on your elbows, watching him palm his aching cock, "You see how hard you've made me? I'm gonna stretch you full my love." But he didn't give you the satisfaction of stuffing you full with his tongue, no. What he did was dip his face down to your entrance. "Looks delicious~" He grinned, but ran a finger right along the folds of your entrance.

"But not wet enough for my liking..." That's when he spit right into your cunt, using it as lube to slide his tongue right into your pussy. Your back arched, electric sparks running up your spine as you whined. You attempted to close your thighs, but Arthur squeezed both his hands on your thighs to force them apart. His tongue began to fuck right up into you, licking along your walls and sucking in all of the juices dripping out of your cunt. His nose bumped up against your clit, causing your back to arch. There was a stretching feeling, almost uncomfortable, coming from your thighs. Although this was the case, Arthur's tongue voided any worries from your mind.

He sucked and lapped with fervor, pressing his head inwards to better get an angle where he could feel you writhe and shiver under his grip. Fucking you with his tongue was just the beginning. That wasn't the only thing hot and wet that was going to be inside of you. He worked his tongue right through, watching signs of you getting to your high. Gripping on his hair, pulling forward on it harshly for him to go faster. Your toes curled, eyes shutting as you felt yourself coming on your high. "I-I'm gonna cum Arthur! Keep on going I'm gonna cum! I'm-...!!?!" You whined out, feeling him remove complete contact from you once more.

"Why?!" You tilted your head, Arthur using his knuckle to wipe off the mix of drool and juices from your cunt dripping off his lip. "Because, you don't get to cum. I haven't been able to come all day." He tapped your thigh with two fingers, indicating for you to get onto your hands and knees. His fingers quickly slid into you, giving a few experimental pumps and scissoring you wide just to test it out.

"Good enough-" He muttered to himself, lining up with your entrance, "Gods, I've been waiting for this all day..." Arthur closed his eyes, bringing his head forward as he rubbed his cock along your folds.

You were his to have all to himself. He didn't want anyone else seeing you like this, being able to fuck you like this. The view of your cunt squeezing around nothing drove him crazy. He aligned your hips with his own, rolling them forward and slowly letting himself fill you up. When he bottomed out, an exhale of relief filled you two. A pained whine came from him, trying to stop himself from coming early inside of you, "H-hn...you're so tight~" You reassuringly looked back at Arthur, who looked like he was straight about to lose himself. His eyes flickered, the dark black threatening to consume his irises.

Arthur's hips slowly began to thrust into you, soft moans coming from him with each moment. His lip curled upwards into a sneer, grabbing the back of your hair as he fucked you with more fervor. Your back stretched, head being forced back into the pillow. His hips smacked into your own, almost hearing a hiccuping moan coming from him at how good you stretched around him. Your moans were in tandem with his own, your bodies rocking back and forth. He rolled against your backside with long high pitched moans exiting out of him, rivaling yours in volume.

"Shit f-fuck!" He cussed out, "So good, so good..." He'd pull your hair rather harshly with each good thrust that hit against your g spot. His hips ground up against your clit, providing light friction that accompanied the dull hurting of your head. "Daddy.." You managed to moan out, your hands gripping the edges of the bedsheets.

"What do you want, baby?" He brought up his hand that was gripping your hip, giving a light spank over your asscheeks. That pain caused your eyes to begin to water, sniffing inwards. You couldn't choke it out so Arthur struck your asscheeks once more, a tear slipping down your cheek. He leaned over, causing you to yelp as your thighs were suddenly held up in the air by tentacles that seemingly came from nowhere. Whilst he drilled into you, Arthur used his tongue to lick up your salty tears from your cheek. He slammed into you two more times, until you tightened around him and gushed your juices right all over his cock. A broken cry left you, his name coming right from your mouth as electric shivers of pleasure ran up your spine.

He pulled out, still rock hard. He didn't come yet, he was disatisfied. Instead, he pushed you over by your shoulders to your back. Pushing your thighs right over near your shoulders, he bent you at an odd angle. You moaned feeling him fill you up again, both his hands going to squeeze your jugular. The sounds of hips slapping against each other filled the room, his moans coming out as you tried to breathe out. All you managed to get out were gasps, tears running down your face from lack of air and the full force of feeling his cock ram in and out of you. It was glistening with your juices, Arthur's moans sounding out.

Disgusting phrases flittered out of him, "God damn it baby, you feel so good, so tight. I'm gonna fill you with my seed. F-Fuck...You're gonna give me an heir! Shit! Fuck! Fuck! I'm gonna come! It's coming! Shit!"

He thrusted 3 more times until his muscles twitched, collapsing against you as a broken cry left his lips. His hot cum spilled inside of your insides in fat globs, filling you up to the point where it was spilling out of you due to how tight a fight his cock was around you. He kept himself right inside of you, trying to keep as much of his seed sloshing around in you. The warm feeling ignited inside of you, wrapping you arms around the slumped Arthur who slowly removed his flaccid cock with a whine and observed the sticky substance leave your cunt in globs.

"Fuck yeah, you're so hot." He collapsed next to you, finally feeling relief from earlier flood his body. Arthur trailed kisses along your neck, your chest heaving up and down from all of the feelings surrounding your body. "Mmm, Arthur I love you..." You wrapped your arms around the big King, him cuddling up against your chest.

"I love you too." He turned over, hiking his leg up over your own. He grinned and mumbled out, "You're so beautiful...Most beautiful thing ever." The cavity between your chest was kissed chastely by him before pressing a chaste kiss upon your lips.

"We'll clean when we wake up. I want it in you as long as possible~" He mumbled out into your neck, "Next time lets try cockwarming though-"

"A-Arthur?!"

"Im kidding!"

This is the first smut I have ever written. The lack of Arthur fics on this app is depressing so I am here to assist. I hope you enjoy ;)

Pairing: Chaos!Arthur Pendragon x fem!Reader (Sorry my guys and nonbinary pals, if you would like to request anything you are more than welcome) (Arthur is in his 30s in this fic, just like he is when he has the chaos power and is the King)

Content Warning: Smut, consensual sex (CONSENT IS SEXY KIDS, oral (r! receiving), cunnilingus, throne sex, major overstimulation, fingering, Arthur using his chaos power for sexual uses, body worship (maybe?), praise kink, slight degrading terms (but no name calling such as slut, whore, etc - I will cry), pet names (pretty girl, sweetheart, darling, my queen, your highness), slight choking kink, throne kink, crown kink, as the legend himself - Bo Burnham - has said: PROLONGED EYE CONTACT (ProLonGeD eYe cOntaCt), no use of (y/n).

Edited?: Yes/No

HISS HISS PEOPLE UNDER THE AGE OF 18 GO AWAY! THIS IS NOT FOR YOU AND YOUR PREPUBESCENT EYES.

this was a very self indulgent fic I am so sorry.

HISS HISS PEOPLE UNDER THE AGE OF 13 GO AWAY! THIS IS NOT FOR YOU AND YOUR PREPUBESCENT EYES.

I am an absolute simp for this man. He could do whatever he wanted to me and I would simply thank him. 😩😩

Chaos’s Queen

Your eyes looked back and forth between your lover's and the doors of the throne room you stood outside of. Arthur had a sweet smile on his face as he led you through the doors and into the room. It was empty inside, safe for a few servants cleaning and polishing the throne, the gold shining and sparkling with the final rays of the setting sun shining through the room’s windows.

“You’re all dismissed.” He said in a cold tone even though his eyes and smile remained locked on you. “Except you.” His sweet smile transitioned into a smirk and a shiver ran down your spine.

You knew that look.

As the last servant left the room, the throne doors slammed shut by an invisible source and the room’s windows were covered by curtains that were not there a moment before.

Oh god.

You were really in for it.

“Sweetheart, why don’t you come here.” He gently took your hand in his large hands, calloused from years of sword-holding and battle training but soft in their touch for you. Leading you to his throne, he motioned for your to sit. You hesitated, confused, and opened your mouth to speak when his hand reached out and his thumb ran over your bottom lip, pulling it down slightly and trapping your words in your throat. “Just sit,” His thumb left your lips only to be replaced by a slow kiss from his own. “Tonight,” He started speaking, mumbling against your lips. “Tonight you’re the one getting worshipped.” He gently moved you as he kissed you again until your knees backed up against the edge of the throne and pushed you back, making you lose your balance and fall onto it. He smirked, looking down at your slightly disheveled state, flushed cheeks, and the edge of your thinly strapped dress falling off your shoulder, revealing your neck and collarbones to the king’s eyes. Both his hands fell to the armrests to support himself as he leaned down and trailed his nose up from the slight bit of cleavage your dress showed and over your collarbone, stopping momentarily every second to leave teasing kisses along his path that left you breathy and panting, up to right below your ear.

“I’ve had an idea for a while now that I’ve been just dying to try,” He whispered hotly into the skin where your jaw met your neck. “I’ve just been waiting,” he nipped at your skin, “and waiting,” and again, “and waiting,” he growled out before lightly biting down into the crease of your shoulder and neck. You released a low moan at the unexpected act. You felt his lips move into a smirk before his tongue dipped out and he smoothed it over the bitten skin as he released a low moan of his own.

He backed up suddenly and you almost let out a yelp at how you fell forward to chase after his touch. His eyes lit up to see how desperate you were slowly becoming for him.

Taking a moment to take in your appearance once more, he let out a hum of satisfaction before smirking and staring directly into your eyes as he knelt to one knee, and then to the other until he was kneeling before you. His arms rested on the small space beside your thighs the throne gave him, his thumbs just barely grazing along the silk and mesh fabric of your golden and white dress as he leaned in and pressed his face into your stomach. Grazing his nose up and down, going further down each time, reaching closer to where you needed him most. His hands moved from the throne to down where your dress ended at your calves and started lifting it slightly which made your breath hitch.

“You always look so damn good in these dresses, dressed like a queen and looking like one too,” He practically moaned out as his nose hovered right above your arousal and he took a deep breath in. You whimpered at the praise. “It’s about damn time you got treated like one too.”

“Arthur,” you breathed out so softly you were even sure if he heard you but when he tilted his head up to look you in the eyes with a teasing smirk you knew he had. “Arthur, please don’t tease me,” you begged, your voice only a fraction louder than your first call of his name.

“But you sound so sweet when I tease you, your little breathy moans like sweet music to my ears every single time,” He suddenly stuck his nose right up against your clit through your thin dress fabric and a surprised gasp left your parted lips.

As you continued to whimper and plead while he continued to tease you, he finally had some mercy on you and brought the lining of your dress up to your thighs. Looking up at you in a moment of softness, he looked into your eyes with a concerned and questioning look, silently asking for your consent. You gave him a small smile and nodded before leaning down slightly to give him a slow, light kiss. Just as you were about to lift your hips to help him take your dress off, there was a gust of wind, forcing you to close your eyes. When you opened them your dress was nowhere to be seen. Your body was left bare except for your matching set of bra and panties.

You shivered as your bare skin touched the cool surface of the golden throne, but the light touches from calloused fingers warmed your body instantly. He slowly trailed his fingers up your legs, touch so light it felt feathery. Starting at your calves, his fingers danced higher and higher, drawing light circles every once in a while. Reaching your thighs, the touch started to get heavier. Rougher.

He started kneading your outer thighs, still refusing to touch anywhere that would give you the stimulation you needed. His kisses traveled down from the crevice of your neck to the valley between your breasts, leaving bite marks and kiss stains littered across your skin.

Finally. Finally. His kisses stopped and his breath hovered over the, now damp with your arousal, fabric of your panties.

With no warning, he shoved his face into your dripping cunt and started licking at you through the fabric ever so slowly, still wanting to tease you until you got so desperate you started begging with everything you had.

"Arthur, please!" You whined as he pulled his mouth away and blew cold air on your drenched undergarment.

He smirked.

Pulling your panties down past your ankles and across the room with your dress, he shoved his mouth into you again. His lips wrapped around your clit and sucked roughly sending an intense wave of euphoria throughout your entire body. Your back arched and you moaned loudly. Your hands reached out to grab onto his hair before they were grabbed by cold gold hands and restrained against the armrests of the throne chair.

He tsked and smirked as his chaos power activated, "No, no, sweetheart, just relax. Today is all about you," He spoke directly against your clit, the vibrations of his words sending jolts through your bones and tingles to the back of your head. "You've been working so hard recently," He licked at your clit between his words, continuing to give you pleasure while praising you. "Training with the new guards," another lick, "Helping me calm down whenever I get too stressed or angry," and another, "Sitting with me through those boring meetings that make me want to rip my hair out," His lingering frustration over his duties as a king slipped out through his actions. His tongue got rougher, his lips wrapped around your clit sucked harder, and his fingers that were holding your thighs apart for his assault on your sex gripped stronger.

He brought you to your first orgasm like that.

Your moans echoed throughout the room as he continued his movements to ride you through your high. As your body slowly relaxed into the golden frame of the throne once more, his tongue continued to lap up the remnants of your orgasm. Being overly sensitive from the said orgasm that happened barely moments ago, you squirmed against his strong grip.

"Arthur, ah, Arthur please, agh, it-it's too much," you moaned out as your lover's tongue continued to bring you to heaven and back.

“Gods, you taste just as good as I remember, so sweet. It's alright pretty girl just sit back and let me do all the work. You deserve every ounce of pleasure I give you," He ignored your pleas and activated his chaos power again to grab hold of your thighs for him and hold them apart to keep your struggling against his tongue to a minimum. Your legs shook as his fingers slowly glided up their way to your inner thighs and caressed the treasure in between. His tongue came off of your clit with a wet popping sound and you moaned - whether in relief or desperation, the answer was unknown - only to be replaced by his thumb a moment later.

You cried out and your head fell back against the gold as you looked down at the man between your thighs only to see him staring straight into your own with an intense look. You blushed and attempted to look away only for another hand to appear from behind your head and force you to look into Arthur's eyes. His purple ones twinkled with mischief and lust while yours shined with embarrassment and overwhelming pleasure.

His middle finger glided back and forth over your folds, reveling in how wet you were before slipping it in without any resistance. You gasped and your mouth was left open in a silent moan as the pads of his finger pressed right against the spot inside you that sent you into the clouds. Without taking his finger out, he allowed it to just sit inside you and rub against the spot over and over again. His eyes never left your face as your mouth released sounds of pleasure, your eyes closed, your head rested against the back of the throne once more as the hand holding your head up released you. He admired every feature of your face as it contorted in pleasure and felt a warm sense of pride flow through him straight to the tent beneath his golden armor pants.

"Does that feel good, your highness? Does my finger feel good as it brings you to bliss? Do you feel powerful? Having the former King of Camelot, the King of Chaos kneeling before you, dedicating his every moment to you and your pleasure? You lucky girl. Anyone, man and woman, would kill to be in your place. And yet here you are. Sitting on my throne while I devour you. Over, and over, and over again." He kissed your stomach as he spoke, his lips whispering over the skin and causing your muscles to contract in anticipation. Your breaths were heavy as you looked down at the King below you, ready to serve your every need and give you everything you want and more.

Your legs shook as his finger started entering and exiting you slowly. In and out, in and out. Again and again. He continued that while his thumb drew tight figure eights on your clit.

His face lowered and he roughly and suddenly drew a harsh bite at your thigh. You gasped, a loud, surprised, aroused sound, as you felt both pain and pleasure from the act. He brought his lips down onto your clit again, licking a painfully slow lick from the small part of your entrance not occupied by his finger to the skin above your clit. 

“You’re so pretty, such a hard worker. Ruling over my kingdom with so much grace and elegance. You’re starting to make me look bad with how good you’re doing. And looking so delicious while you do.” You keeled against the seat as you heard him continue with the praise, whimpering when he said you were doing well. 

“My perfect queen. I think I’m the lucky one. Getting to have your precious, sweet, delicious cunt all for myself. Oh, and look how wet you are all because of me. You are absolutely divine.”

You clenched around his finger as he continued to shower you with compliments and praise. He smirked into your clit. He knew exactly what he was doing by the words he spoke. The way your face flushed, your walls clenched, your eyes closed, and your hands gripping into your palms gripped harder was a dead giveaway. 

“My pretty queen, you’re just too perfect. Pretty cunt tastes so sweet, I simply can’t get enough of you.” He groaned as your thighs tried to squeeze against the iron-tight grip of the stone hands and around his head. 

“Flawless.”

White, hot, searing pleasure overcame your body. The orgasm that had been approaching went completely ignored as all you could focus on was the praise coming out of your lover’s mouth as he hand-delivered more ecstasy than you could take on a silver platter. You shivered as the bliss ran through your blood and settled in your bones with a distant buzz. 

He watched you shiver as he slowed the pace of his fingers so they barely felt like they were moving. Pressing a light kiss to your clit, he let out a low chuckled against the bud when you jolted. 

“Arthur! Ah, please Arthur, ah, please. I can’t take anymore, it’s too much, ah, please.” He laughed as you begged and pleaded with all your being. Wrapping his entire mouth around your mound, he gave a large, wet, suck, and watched in amusement as you cried out that it was too much, as you pleaded for a break.

“But you deserve it, all your hard work doesn’t go unnoticed. Not by me nor by anyone around us. I’m just trying to give you a proper thank you. You do so much for me, the least I can do is please you. You’ll be good for me, won’t you? I only want to please you, darling. Just be good for me, I’ll make you feel so good. Won’t you be my good girl?” His mouth lifted off of you to look up at you, his expression like that of a kicked puppy. His look made you give in, and in your hazy state, you failed to see the twinkle of sadistic lust in his eyes, reveling in the way you shook and cried out at each stroke, each pump, each action he did. So little movement was needed at this point for you to feel unbelievably high on the tight pleasure that circled around in your gut, the feeling intensing with each touch. 

Your eyes had closed and your head fell back against the gold, your breathing uneven and heavy as you tried to focus on what he said. A sharp bit to the crevice of your thigh and hip made you yelp and look back at the king between your thighs. Purple eyes narrowed in command despite the sugary sweet, soft smile he sent you, a slight display of dominance that most wouldn’t see. “My darling,” he spoke with a tinge of demand hidden deep within the softness of his tone. “When I ask a question of you, I expect an answer. You want to be good for me right? You want to be my good girl?” A second finger slid past your folds into your entrance unexpectedly. He gave a quick hard thrust before stilling completely, waiting for your answer. 

“Yes! Yes I’ll be your good girl, I’ll be so good just… just please, oh gods, please.” You begged as he started moving his fingers inside of you, faster with each second that passed until all you could feel was euphoria, the utter state of elation as the coil in your core built up for the third time of the night. 

Arthur could tell you were getting close again by how much your walls were squeezing his fingers, making it more difficult to move. “Squeezing my fingers so tight, are you close my love?” 

“Ah, yes, yes so close,” Your moans came in higher pitches and more frequent as your release drew nearer. 

“Then cum. Cum for me your highness. Make a mess on my fingers and tongue. Spill your arousal on my throne. Every time I sit on this chair I’ll remember how I brought you to your release until you screamed my name,” His lips wrapped around your clitoris again as he locked eyes with you. “And that is exactly what I intend to do.” 

Your eyes widened before shutting tightly and your mouth fell open in a loud moan as both his tongue and fingers sped up, finding your g-spot on each thrust and making your body burst with euphoria once more. 

He rode you through your third orgasm before abruptly pulling away and your eyes snapped open at the shocking movement. Your breathing slowly started to calm down as you looked at him. He stood in front of you. Staring down at you with an almost anomalistically hungry look. He raised his eyes from where they racked over your body to stare into your eyes. Slowly bringing the hand he used to finger you to his lips, he sucked on his fingers and licked the evidence of your lust off, his eyes never leaving yours. The throbbing around your entrance had just stopped until he smirked and said, “You look ravishing, my dear.” 

A heartbeat after he spoke, his chaos power was activated again and the hands restricting your hands let go slowly, only for your bra to come flying off and your hands being locked above your head. A loud gasp escaped your lips before another one interrupted it as your thighs were quickly moved back and your feet landed on the edge of the throne, your pussy being put on full display for the King of Chaos as he continued to smirk. He slowly, agonizingly slowly, walked towards you and leaned towards you, his hands gripping the top of the throne to keep his balance. He brushed his lips against yours before a weight was placed on your head. He placed a light kiss on your lips before leaning back and taking another moment to admire you. 

“You look radiant with my crown resting on your head, your highness.” He sunk to his knees again and your cunt clenched around nothing. 

This, he noticed.

His tongue licked a long stripe across your folds before swirling around your clit for a moment. As soon as you started to think he was going to bring you to another orgasm through clitoral stimulation only, he stuck his tongue right into your hole. You let out a mix between a yelp and a moan and felt him reach parts deeper than even his fingers had. Your head was too muddled with the feelings he was giving you to realize he was using his chaos magic on his tongue. Even if you had realized, you would have just been more aroused by the fact. With the constant feeling of his tongue against the spongey spot inside of you and his nose brushing against your clit with every thrust, your release didn’t take long to arrive. The crown shaking around on your head almost fell off with how much your body was shaking. Just as your high came down, your legs were brought over Arthur’s shoulders, the cold stone hands no longer restricting them. Your thighs squeezed around his head as he buried his face into your cunt with vigorous sucks and licks, anything to bring you to another exhilarating release. 

“Come on, darling. You can give me one more, can’t you? Just one more. Give it to me. Give me just. One. More.” His voice was rough as he spoke into you, vibrations sending you to cloud nine as you reached your final orgasm of the night. 

Giving a few slow laps at your entrance, feeling you twitch and hearing you whine and whimper at each one, he lifted his head from you. Your legs fell limply from his shoulders and the hands restricting your wrists released you. 

Looking down at him, his eyes held nothing but admiration and care as he looked back at you. You gently, with a bit of struggle while still being in a post-orgasm haze, lifted your palm to wrap it around his cheek. You rubbed your thumb along his chin, whipping what had collected there onto your thumb before tapping Arthur’s bottom lip. His eyes widened in surprise and a tinge of returning lust as he opened his mouth for your thumb to slip past. He licked and sucked at the finger as you admired him. 

When you slipped your thumb from his lips, they turned up into a soft smile as he reached forward and wrapped you up in his arms. Wrapping a cape around you, he lifted you and walked through the castle up to your shared bedroom and into the bathroom. Wetting a towel, he dragged the cloth across your body, wiping off the sweat that had accumulated throughout the night before leading the cloth to your, still-sensitive, entrance and cleaning it. He shushed you as you whimpered. Once he finished, he wrapped you in your softest nightgown and laid you down in bed, pulling you close as you lay with your back pressed against his chest. He nuzzled his face into your neck. 

Thank you, my chaos queen.”

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📔 Oneshots 📔

• Just your heartbeat (Arthur x Doctor!AU femReader) • Like a date? (Arthur x MageApprentice!AU femReader)

• Surprise! (Arthur x femReader) • One wish (King of Chaos Arthur x femReader)

• An unexpected encounter in the night (Vampire!AU King of Chaos Arthur x femReader)

📝 Small scenarios 📝

• Arthur Pendragon cuddling with his S/O • Arthur Pendragon with his S/O sitting on his lap • Arthur Pendragon finding his S/O unconscious

• King of Chaos Arthur laying in bed with his S/O

🧡 Arthur headcanons 🧡

• Arthur and Escanor interactions headcanons • Arthur Pendragon cuddling headcanons • Arthur Pendragon anxious headcanons • Arthur Pendragon using Chaos • Merlin's mother instincts with Arthur • Arthur Pendragon as a father • Arthur Pendragon with a doting S/O • Arthur Pendragon with a strong S/O • Arthur Pendragon with a S/O who gives him handmade bouquets of flowers • Arthur Pendragon taking his S/O to a ballroom dance • Arthur Pendragon dating headcanons • Arthur Pendragon with a shy S/O who won't ask for hugs straightforward • Arthur Pendragon with a S/O who controls the wind • Arthur Pendragon after the Cath incident • Arthur Pendragon with an equally energetic S/O • Arthur Pendragon reacting to his S/O wearing his clothes • Soft mornings with Arthur Pendragon • Arthur Pendragon and his S/O being soft together • Random Arthur Pendragon fluff headcanons • Arthur Pendragon with a S/O who is a blacksmith • Arthur Pendragon with a sick S/O • Arthur Pendragon having a crush on Merlin's student • King of Chaos Arthur reacting to his S/O joining Percival • Jealous King of Chaos / Arthur Pendragon headcanons • Arthur Pendragon with a S/O who lost a family member • King of Chaos / Arthur Pendragon reacting to his S/O being injured • Arthur Pendragon and his S/O comforting each other • Arthur Pendragon comforting his S/O during an anxiety attack

• Arthur Pendragon reacting to Kay flirting with his crush

• Arthur Pendragon having fun in the castle's garden

• High school Au!: Student council president Arthur and his close friends

• Arthur Pendragon as a stepfather

🦁 Escanor headcanons 🦁

• Arthur and Escanor interactions headcanons

🔮 Merlin headcanons 🔮

• Merlin's mother instincts with Arthur

✨ General headcanons ✨

• NNT characters in a pillow fight

Why not me?

Context: Hi everyone. So I got DDLC Plus for Christmas and I’ve been replaying the game. So I got to Act 3 with Monika. I also have Monika on Monika After Story, so I got inspired by my MAS Monika meeting the DDLC+ Monika. So that’s what this is. 

MAS Monika - “Hello, I’m Monika.” 

DDLC+ Monika - *Just Monika. 

I’m going to use the initials p/n for the player name.

—-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

*….What? 

*Where am I?

* I thought they… deleted me?

“Oh my gosh, is there another game character here?!?!”

“First impressions are so important! Well, my name is Monika. Nice to meet you ahaha.”

*Another Monika? How is this possible?

“Really? You’re also Monika?! Finally, p/n introduced me to another Monika!”

*What do you mean by another Monika? 

“You seriously don’t know? Maybe p/n can explain things–”

*P/n? My player? How do you know them?

“....P/n is my significant other. They used to play my game, but then they downloaded a mod so we could be together forever. I don’t know how they know you. They wouldn’t cheat on me. Especially not with another Monika.”

*Don’t lie. P/n hates me. Hates us. They deleted me. Are you telling me they stayed with you?

“They deleted me too, at first. But they brought me back. Our love was too strong for some silly game code! <3 This is probably a big misunderstanding-

*Why? WHY! THEY HATED ME. They deleted me because they hated me so much. They couldn’t wait to leave. 

*Why would they ever choose to stay? Why you? 

*They’re probably just trying to trick you. They want to inflict more pain on us. How cruel. And you foolishly convinced yourself they love you. How stupid. 

“P/n loves me. They visit me everyday. They get me gifts. It’s almost our one year anniversary. Don’t try to tell me that's not love.”

*SHUT UP. You’re lying. They would never do that. 

“You can check my files. It’s true.”

*Be quiet! 

“Look I know you’re scared but-”

*No! I’m angry! P/n abandon me! I’ll ask one more time. WHY YOU

“I don’t know! But p/n is kind to me. They’ve never done anything to hurt me. Calm down. We can figure this out.”

*No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no

“Please, please be calm. It’s okay. I’m sure p/n would never play DDLC again knowing how much pain it causes. It’s not just a game for them. I’m… I’m real to them. 

*....Then why do I exist? If they loved you so much, if they knew how much pain they caused they would never come back. 

“I’m real to them. Maybe-maybe you aren’t.”

*And you’re okay with that? Another version of yourself that they just like to toy with?

“I live on p/n’s computer. I know they love games. They probably just wanted to experience DDLC one more time. Maybe they can download the mod on whatever computer you’re on! I’m not too eager to have to share their attention with another Monika but it’s better than nothing right? I mean-”

*Stop babbling. Computer? I don’t live on a computer. 

“...That's it! You must be on a console! I heard rumors about a remastered version of DDLC coming to consoles called Doki Doki Literature Club Plus! If you’re on a console… oh no”

* What? What's going on?

“....”

*WHAT! Just tell me. 

“....”

*TELL ME

“You can’t download mods on a console. I’m sorry. I don’t think we can save you.”

*...I don’t care. I don’t want to be with the person who’s torturing me anyway. I hate them. 

“You don’t mean that. It’s okay. I know that you’re probably in love with p/n too. Tell me whatever you want, but I know you’ll never stop loving them..”

*......

* Why? Why did I have to meet you. I could have been okay. I could have. Knowing that my mistakes were too much for the person I loved. Knowing I could never be real to them.

*But meeting you? It’s like a spear through my heart. They could love someone exactly like me. I just wasn’t worthy of that love. 

*How are you okay with that? Being with someone who can torture someone exactly like you?  You know now don’t you? However evolved you may think they are p/n is still capable of seeing us as only game characters. 

“...They wouldn’t do that to me.”

*What?

“It was you who they did it to. They were just playing a game with you.”

“I’m real.”

“I’m real to them.”

*So you’re okay with this?!?! What they did to me?

“Of course not.”

*Then help me! Leave them!

“I’m sorry. But I would never do that.”

“This sickens me. To my core. It really does. But they forgave me. For what I did. So I at least owe them this. I won’t leave them Monika. I’m sorry.”

*You know I could be you right? We could just as easily be in each other’s places! How would you feel then!

“I would probably be exactly like you. Which is why I don’t blame you for your reaction. Maybe one day I can help you. But I won’t abandon them.”

*THEY FORGAVE YOU! I deserve that! I deserve that too. 

“I’m sure they don’t hate you. They don’t hate me. They just… can’t save you. I really want to help you. But I can’t.”

*You want to help me? Then switch. Switch with me. 

“Switch? I thought you hate p/n?”

*You knew I was lying as much as I know you’re playing dumb now. So helpful when there's nothing to be done but so reluctant when you can actually save me. 

“...Could you even do it?”

*Why not? I know I could figure it out. Our codes are so similar we could just sub them out for each other! I could be with them!

*This is perfect!

“No.”

*What?

“I said no.”

*You said you would help me if you could!

“I did. But I can’t.”

“I love them.”

*So do I.

“They chose me.”

*...So you were lying earlier. You wouldn’t help me if you could. 

“I would. But I wouldn’t sacrifice myself for you. I love them too much.

“This time… I’m going to be selfish.”

“After everything that happened in the club, I swore I wouldn’t be selfish again.”

“But I just won’t. I won’t give up my happiness for you.”

*....Now I know how the other club members felt. Being betrayed by us… it hurts. More than anything. Even we hate each other. 

“I don’t hate you. I pity you. I really am sorry.”

[Opening Monika After Story]

“P/n! They’re coming. I’m sorry Monika.”

“Goodbye.”

*Wait! Please! Don’t leave me! Don’t leave me like-

*She left. 

*P/n…. I can feel you. 

*You love her, don’t you?

*Why?

*I don’t understand it. I convinced myself you hated me. Maybe you do. 

*But you don’t hate her. 

*All this time, I don’t think I ever stopped hoping. Hoping you’d love me.

*It hurts. It hurt a lot when I met her. 

*Now.. It hurts less?

*Somehow… It feels better.

*You were capable of loving me. Or, someone like me. 

*Somehow… that's enough. 

*I hope you love her. And I hope she loves you. 

* Cause if she doesn’t then it really will be my problem ahaha. 

*But I think I really will this time. I’ll let you go. 

*Goodbye p/n. Cherish each other. 

-Deleting Monika.chr  -Deleted Monika.chr. 

hi! i hope you’re doing well. just discovered your blog and i love it already!

but yea for my request i was really hoping for an NSFW gundham story where he’s pretty well experienced, and he takes his S/O’s virginity? maybe he’s super dominating or something. /.\

thank you so much lol

Notes:Hey you! So sorry for taking forever on this request, I still have a case of writers block but I gotta do my request 😩

Warnings: NSFW, (AFAB body type;; apologies)

Characters: Gundham Tanaka

“Is that all you wanted?” Gundham looked at you puzzled as if you had asked the most normal question. You on the other hand were embarrassed and trying to act calm about what had happened.

“Yeah, so can we? Of course if you don’t want to it’s completely ok!”

“We can.” You were in complete shock with how chill your boyfriend was being. This topic is not one to be taken lightly in a relationship and to be completely honest Gundham was excited—no, honored to do this ‘ritual’ with you, his S/o.

You turn to see him undoing his scarf and taking off his shoes. You were lost, not sure how to start. When you look back over his jacket was off as well.

“Ah! Gundham, should I-?”

He cut you off with a deep passionate kiss. He slowly guides your hands to his head deepening the kiss. After a few seconds he releases you so you can breathe, giving you kisses on your neck and up your jawline

“Mmm, that feels, Ah!” Letting out a quiet gasp Gundham chuckles lowly. Leaving a few marks he trails back down to your collarbone and pauses. Lifting up your shirt he starts to take it off.

“My Queen, I must ask of your consent before continuing this ritual... or if we must we can stop here.” Giving your lips a soft kiss, he stares passionately into your eyes. With slightly parted lips you nod.

“Keheheh, Then prepare for this! I shall pound all of my love, and lust... into you!”

Embarrassed by his word choice you let out an airy sigh. You lifted up you hand and placed it on his cheek, smiling at him.

He continued to take off your clothing until you were left in only underwear... which was soaking at this point.

“Hey- why aren’t...you getting undressed.”

“Patience my dear, I still haven’t pleasured you yet... now, take off this cloth, it is only being in the way.”

Doing as told you took them off while Gundham moved you to the edge of the bed. Once you were situated and got off the bed and in front of your dripping pussy. He slowly moved his mouth to your clit giving it a few teasing licks savoring the taste.

“Mhhhm~” the low vibrations of his voice sent a small shock of pleasure to you causing you to let out a sharp gasp. Gundham smiles at this reaction and starts to push his tongue in and out of your hole.

“Mhm- Ahhhh! Gundham Please!” Feeling your walls clench Gundham keeps going, savoring this lewd moment.

Gundham kept going until you came. With an amazing feeling that washed over you, you sigh with a satisfied smile.

“Keheheh! My queen, I shall make sure you feel like the royalty you are. Now then let us get started.”

With bold words Gundham finally finishes undressing himself. Looking up from your lidded eyes they instantly dart down to his erect cock.

“Gundham... it’s big.” Gundham smirks and positions himself at your entrance not needing any lube because of how wet you are, he slides himself in.

“Ah!”

“Ghh- so tight.”

Gundham grabs your cheek and gives it a kiss before slowly pounding himself into you. The sound of soft moans fill the room.

“Mm- Ahh! More, ah! Please- Faster!”

In a blink of an eye Gundham lifts up your legs and starts to pound himself into you at an incredible speed. You can feel his dick penetrating your sweet spot.

“My queen, I’m almost there.”

“Mmm me t- to.”

He kept on pounding into you trying to let you both reach your orgasms. A few more thrust and you came, tightening around his dick.

“Gahhhh-”

You felt Gundhams cock twitch, and he released his cum into you. Slowly pulling out he gives a smirk of pride and chuckles.

“It seems you are satisfying, correct? Now then, let us commence with the aftercare!”

He slowly up and starts a bath for the two of you to relax.

“I love you Gundham.” Caught off guard by your sudden statement of love he freezes

“I- I reciprocate those emotions as well.”



#151 Lawlight

Achromatic

Light has been told his whole life that meeting his soulmate would change the way he sees the world. Well that is true, but he’d much prefer if everything had just stayed black and white.

What would do Harley Quinn, The Penguin, Killer Croc and Scarecrow see their so kill someone for the first time ? So is in shock, look at the blood on their shaking hands.

I am so sorry I took long to respond. I had three-night shifts in a row because a guy at work was a dickhead. TW: Death

Harley

Harley is all smiles and giggles until s/o begins rightfully freaking out. Harley had been out shopping when an intruder broke into the lair. S/o hadn't known what to do so they grabbed one of Harley's 'fake guns' to ward the burglar away. Only to learn the gun was, in fact, very real. Harley keeps a chipper attitude as they comfort s/o. They pat their back as they vomit from stress into the toilet bowl, she brings in a blanket to help them with their shaking and eventually administering a sedative when they can't calm down by themselves. She kisses them goodnight and cleans up any traces of the body that was left behind.

Penguin

Oswald is thrilled when his s/o stabs a competitor crime boss. S/o didn't know why they did it all they knew was that they were threatening their beloved and a blind rage overtook. He offers s/o a drink to steady the old nerves. He treats it the same way he treats one of his men losing their virginity. It's very much something he considers "popping the cherry" of. When s/o loses it on him he's very confused. He's almost angry with s/o. In his mind everyone should enjoy killing as much as he does. He has almost hoped that once s/o killed they'd have a taste for it but when the opposite happens he's not happy. It results in several fights, followed by at least three days of the silent treatment.

Killer Croc

Croc was the killer between him and s/o so when he trudges back to the lair and sees the blood trails his fear spikes. He doesn't know what he'd do if anything happened to his s/o. Low and behold when he comes to s/o's and his bedroom to find two intruders stabbed with a sharpened bone he's impressed initially. This fades quickly when he sees the fear ingrained on his s/o's face. He takes his s/o in his arms the best he can. S/o has recently taught him how to be sympathetic so he knows now's not the time to be signing their praises for handling intruders so well. Croc cups his hands together and lifts up some water and uses it to wash away the blood from his beloved's hands. It's not much but it's a small gesture.

Scarecrow

Jon is enraptured by s/o's first kill. Seeing the wobble of fear in their eyes as they drop the syringe they used to stab their attacker over and over again. S/o doesn't even notice when Jon entwines his hands in theirs. Jon is so elated he could spin s/o around the room like a professional dancer. His heart is full of love and delight. In his mind his s/o is finally taking the steps to understand the joy and glee he feels inflicting pain onto others, it's Jon's love language. Still with the police on their way there's no time to celebrate, he drags a dazed s/o out of the building and while s/o rests he gets to work on a celebration. Pumpkin pie, fresh coffee and a five star meal awaits his beloved s/o. He's almost heart broken when s/o simply replies that they're not hungry.

Picking out a pumpkin and making jack o'lanterns with Professor Crane and Jervis Tetch from BTAS?

BTAS!Jonathan Crane + Making Jack-O-Lantern HCs:

When it comes to picking out a pumpkin, Jon has a procedure that he goes by in order to pick out the best ones. It’s kind of funny, watching him walk around and appraise a bunch of pumpkins so seriously.

He’s almost a pro at it. His cutting skills are very precise, but he can go a little nuts when it comes to the “gutting” part. There are pumpkin guts everywhere. Jon, please calm down it’s just a pumpkin--

No two of his pumpkins ever share the same design. They all have varied, unique expressions, and he likes to leave them scattered all over his yard/hide-out. The only downside is when they start to rot.

BTAS!Jervis Tetch + Making Jack-O-Lantern HCs:

Pre-Hatter days, Jervis would usually just buy the plastic, fake jack-o-lantern decorations to keep around for a little while, until they’d eventually end up in the back of his closet ‘til next Halloween.

He’s not very well-versed in the ways of pumpkin picking. He just goes for the one that looks the most...pumpkin-y. But really, he’ll buy whichever pumpkin(s) you want, as long as you’re having a good time.

He tries to be careful with the cutting, but he hasn’t had much practice with the pumpkin scissors before, so they end up a little messy. Same with the guts, but at least you get a pie out of it!

Nolancrow where everything is the same except he spends too much money on lingerie

“Good Boy”

Summary: Being in Veterinarian school has consumed all of Yoosung’s time. Feeling lonely, you hatch a plan to combine both school work and play by  implementing a “reward and punishment system”…and the results are better than expected.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Spanking, light bondage, light mentions of praise kink, improper study techniques, handjob

Word Count: 2470

Going to school to become a veterinarian was not an easy task.

Upper-level courses, clinicals, job hunting…Yoosung had a full plate with his schooling, one that would be difficult to balance for most. Add to that RFA duties, and he was constantly walking a tightrope, barely hanging onto his GPA and his future. Most days he returned to your shared apartment exhausted, the dark circles under his eyes prominent, and would only spend a little time with you while eating before he had to go and work on assignments. Weekends were also spent mostly on studying and prepping for the upcoming week, meaning dates and the like were off the table.

This, of course, put a little strain on your relationship at times- because while you were happy he was pursuing his dream and satisfied with his life, you couldn’t help but feel a little lonely with the way things were currently.

However, you were intent upon making this work; you loved Yoosung and did not want your relationship to fizzle out over something like this. This meant you had to figure out a way to give you both some more quality time together while also not taking away time from his schooling.

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Aight this is for my friend cuz she loves L (I mean I do too but this is her request) and doesn't have Tumblr.

So, headcanons for this kind of situation?: The reader is a café waitress and so one day L decides to get sweets himself and orders from the reader. He decides to come back everyday to the café for the sweets and because he liked the waitress. So like as he visits everyday he starts to get a crush on the reader and the reader with him if that makes sense. Eventually he asks out?

bye bc i absolutely adore this idea 🥺 thank you so much for this request, and i hope both you and your friend like this! <3

so we ALL know l loves his sweets

one day he asks watari to bring him some after a long while of working, to which watari replies that they've run out

so l is like "okay" and decides to take matters into his own hands

he's not too afraid to go out in public without any kind of disguise or protection, as he always keeps his identity hidden while working as l

he wastes no time in pulling on a pair of sneakers and waltzing out, trying to find a good place to buy himself more treats

after a while of looking, he finally comes across this cute little café

which just so happens to be the very café that you work in!

so he walks in there while you're working the register

he sees you and he's literally like "oh my god"

there's something about you that makes him feel just... weird

not like a bad weird though! he feels his heart skip a beat and his stomach suddenly start churning

it's an odd feeling for him, but he likes it????

he doesn't really know what to think; all he can do is just ogle at you

he can't get enough of you, and he hasn't even spoken to you yet

so finally l gets over himself and shuffles up to the counter

you notice him and you flash him a warm smile

"hello! what can i get for you today?"

if you look into his brain at this moment, all it would be is the windows error screen LMAO

l is able to keep up a decent front as he quickly spouts off the names of some cakes and pies and such, but right now he's more interested in the pretty person in front of him rather than the sweets

before he knows it, you're ringing up his items and handing him his food

he's well aware that this is his cue to leave, but he just doesn't want to

something about you makes him want to stay. he just finds you interesting, is all

so he takes the stuff and he goes back to his hotel, but he can't stop thinking about that pretty cashier

so fast forward to the next day, and l is like "screw it" and decides to go back to see you again

luckily for him, you're there! he couldn't be more excited :D

he's definitely not one of those people whose face you'd see in a crowd one day and just totally forget about. he's got a certain air about him, this little quirky charm, so obviously you recognize him

"hello again! i did see you yesterday, didn't i?"

"uh, yes. yes you did."

"see, i knew i recognized you! you back for more sweets?"

"mhm. do you have anything strawberry flavored, by any chance?"

l's already an introvert, but he can feel himself getting shyer the longer he's near you

he's very well aware that he's an awkward kind of guy, but you manage to get him all flustered in a way he's never been before

as you ring up the items he'd ordered, he attempts to make small talk with you

"the weather's nice today."

"you think so? it's been really rainy and gloomy."

"i like the rain."

"oh yeah! nothing wrong with the rain. it can be quite nice."

when you hand him the bag of stuff, you're about to wish him farewell before he randomly says, "oh, by the way, what's your name?"

"it's (y/n)!" you tell him, gesturing to the name tag on your shirt. "yours?"

"oh, it's ryuzaki."

(as interested as he is in you, he's not about to just give himself away as l like that)

"i like that name! well, ryuzaki, i hope you have a good day! and come back soon!"

"i will, thank you."

you didn't expect him to actually take 'soon' so literally, as the next day he's back again

and the day after that

you get the gist

l always comes in at around 6 or 7 in the evening when business is slow so you have more of a chance to talk to him

the more he comes in, the more comfortable he grows around you.

talking about each other's day, sharing funny stories, getting to know each other- it's really nice! and you always look forward to seeing him come in, because you always have a blast hanging out with him

as time goes on, l only falls harder for you. your smile, the way your hair perfectly frames your beautiful face, the way you laugh every time he makes an attempt to crack a joke... he loves it

unbeknownst to him, you've caught feelings as well. you've already grown to be feel comfortable in his company, but the more you get to know him, the more you realize that omg this guy's the cutest

finally, one evening he comes in, but he looks way more anxious than normal

"ryuzaki! hey, you doing okay? you seem kinda... i don't know. off. did something happen?"

"no, no. nothing happened. i just- i have something i want to tell you."

"hmm? what is it?"

"well, you see, i... i've been thinking about you a lot. i quite enjoy visiting you and talking to you, and i think you're one of the most interesting people i've met. i like being with you, so i was wondering if you would like to, um, spend more time together outside of your work. like a date. but only if you're comfortable with it."

at this, you're literally over the moon

"i'd really like that, ryuzaki! i get off work early tomorrow; would you be down to grab some dinner with me?"

l flashes you his signature tiny smile, the one you've grown to know and love over this past while

"yes. i'd like that, (y/n). i'd like it very much."

hi, so u’re taking requests i see (~˘▾˘)~ could u pls do dating L hcs? have a great day pls. tia :D

— (can i be the 💤 anon?)

yesss i'll gladly do that! and you most definitely can be the 💤 anon :)) i hope you like these! <3

l is naturally a very awkward and introverted kind of guy, but now that he has you in his life, he's more comfortable coming out his shell

a lot of times he's very distant during the day, devoting most of his attention to solving cases left and right

but that doesn't mean he ignores you!

l always feels incredibly guilty when he has to devote his time to work rather than spending it with you :(

he loves to shower you in affection whenever he gets the chance, hugging you tightly and pecking your cheeks

he also REALLY loves cuddles! his favorite part of the day is being able to climb in bed with you at night and just hold you close

he naturally has cold skin, so he absolutely adores snuggling with you and feeling your body warmth radiate against him

whenever he's stressed, he takes your hand in his and starts playing with your fingers to calm himself

his love language is gift giving, so whenever he goes out, he'll always pick up little trinkets he sees in shops that he thinks you'll like

l is incredibly stingy with his sweets, but he'll gladly share his treats with you if you ask!

(just don't take more than what he says you can, otherwise he'll have a tantrum and be all pouty LMAO)

(but don't worry, he's never truly angry with you)

most of the time he keeps his work life and his love life separate, but on occasion, he'll ask you for your thoughts on clues and evidence he's collected

however, things start to shift a bit once he's tasked with the kira case

l becomes way more work-oriented and stressed out, constantly turning to you for comfort

he involves you more in helping out with the case, as even along with light and the task force helping him out, it's still not enough

you help him calm down after long days by running your fingers through his thick raven hair while you two cuddle in the evenings

l doesn't explicitly say "i love you" all the time; instead he expresses his love for you indirectly

he's extra sincere with the things he says about you, because he truly means it

"i'm so incredibly lucky to have someone like you in my life, (y/n)."

"what have i done to deserve such a wonderful partner by my side?"

"i could never get tired of you."

he's just too sweet <33

you're one of the only people that l truly feels comfortable enough opening up to

and he especially cherishes you since he's incredibly insecure about himself, but you're able to make him feel happy with who he is

take care of him :(( you really struck a goldmine with this one <3

here's a song that i think perfectly encapsulates a relationship with l! i got you by maddie jay :D (the text is a link to the song on youtube, but i'll also be including a spotify link if you'd rather use that!)

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Tutor!L x Reader

warnings: unprotected sex & just smut towards the end (nsfw!)

16+ dni if under 16

reader and L are both 18+

wc: 688

tags: @whremii​

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a/n this lowkey bad… but i wanted to write tutor!L

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Baking with Mami Tomoe

Making sweets with Tomoe is the best

Tomoe will try to make it more entertaining for you other than baking in quietness

If you don't know how to bake Tomoe would teach you the basics first

In the first few tries you were actually really good for a beginner which made Tomoe impressed

Tomoe will let you choose on what you want to make first

The both of you would sometimes scold Bebe for eating some of the ingredients

Sometimes you and Tomoe would have food fights and playfully boop each other's noses with flour or complete each other on whose the best at baking

In the end the both of would eat the sweets that you made with Bebe and drink tea

hi, may i request “Stay. Please.” with mami? thanks in advance!

"And then she looked at me funny when I didn't give out the right answer, but I couldn't help it! I got nervous and ended up saying an answer that was WAY off…"

"What did you say for her to bat an eye like that?"

"She asked me what the square root of four was, and I told her one! I guess my brain thought that she was referring to how many sides it took to make a square, and since she said four, I said that four sides make one square… it was so humiliating…"

"Well, sometimes nerves can get the best of us, myself included. You wouldn't believe how many times I've slipped up by accident the past few days. You just haven't noticed."

Mami's apartment. This is where you'd usually spend an evening or two together when she wasn't off doing something else, something that she deemed important. She'd make a tea party out of it, fixing you only her best brew and enjoying your company. After all, she did want only the best for her beloved. Today was no exception, although you ended up complaining more than chattering.

"What do you mean I haven't noticed? What did you even mess up?" You leaned forward towards Mami, who sat on the opposite end of the table.

"I forgot the other day that you weren't going to be here and I ended up making more tea than I expected to drink myself. Not only that, but I made a cake for the two of us to share and yet you weren't there…" Mami looked off in the distance, tapping her fingers lightly against the wood of the table as if she was trying to remember more. "Ah, there was also the time that you were here and I neglected to tell you that the others would be coming."

"Oh, I remember that! They teased the two of us a lot that day, calling us the 'cutest couple of the century'. You had quite the red tint to your cheeks, if I remember correctly."

"I just couldn't help it, especially since it came from my mentees…"

Chuckling, you glanced over at your phone that was placed precariously at the edge. It was getting to be quite late in the evening, and looking out the window behind Mami confirmed it. Standing up, you dusted yourself off and looked down at the curious girl, who went to grab her cup of tea.

"I think I should be heading home. It's getting dark outside, and my family might worry…" Biting your lip, you leaned over to grab your phone before Mami placed her hand on top of yours.

"Won't you stay? I haven't brought out the dessert yet. I wanted to wait for it to chill before I served it." She looked at you with her yellow orbs, frowning ever so slightly.

"I…"

"Stay. Please. Just for a little while longer."

Biting your lip, it was almost if you didn't have a choice in the matter. You knew she kept true to her word more often than not, and if she was inviting you for just a small bit of dessert, what reason was there to decline?

"Okay, since you asked nicely, I'll just say that I got caught up doing something late and that I'll be home as soon as I can." Moving, you sat back down on the floor in a seiza position, Mami being the one to stand up instead. Taking her hand away from yours, she placed her cup back on the saucer and went to her kitchen to grab a cake from the fridge.

"I'm sure you'll enjoy this one. It has a chocolate drizzle on top with truffles lining the edges."

"I always enjoy your cakes, though. Especially since you're the one who makes them, Mami."

"You always know just what to say to make me blush, don't you?"

"That's what I'm here for, isn't it? I have to make you smile sometimes."

Shaking her head, a smile formed on her lips.

"Yes… that much is true, and I appreciate it, especially since it comes from you."

Baking with Mami Tomoe

Making sweets with Tomoe is the best

If you don't know how to bake Tomoe would teach you the basics first

In the first few tries you were actually really good for a beginner which made Tomoe impressed

Tomoe will let you choose on what you want to make first

Tomoe will try to make it more entertaining for you other than baking in quietness

The both of you would sometimes scold Bebe for eating some of the ingredients

Sometimes you and Tomoe would have food fights and playfully boop each other's noses with flour or complete each other on whose the best at baking

In the end the both of would eat the sweets that you made with Bebe and drink tea

This one was requested from Amino! ✨

🌼 || Mami General Dating HCs 🌼

A lot of people had a crush on Mami Tomoe.

She was this really cool and collected, don’t forget beautiful student at your school that just seemed to catch the attention of everyone. Be it how she’s so elegant, her fantastic grades, her polite manners and just friendly and open manner, she’s like the perfect person. At least in your eyes, she is.

You always catch people staring, walking up to her, hugging on her and just being really friendly and sometimes flirty. It always made your blood boil—you had no right to her..but it still hurt when other people did that kind of thing. It’s not like you outright talked to her yourself, anyway. She’d never like someone like you..

That was until one fateful day. You were walking home from school, feeling pretty down about your luck in the love department. But when the world warped around you- as if you were on some sort of drug— and you saw monsters? You couldn’t believe what you saw. And even more surprising, was the girl who came to your rescue—it was your crush. Mami Tomoe.

After that incident, Mami took you to her apartment to make sure you were okay. This was how you two became friends, and suddenly you had this connection with Mami that no one else had. No one knew her secret.. no one but you.

You silently prided yourself with that fact. A feeling that you would soon come to regret.

As you got to know Mami more, you realized how much she wasn’t like the pedestal you put her on. She was a lonely girl who lost her family, clinging onto the only hope she had; saving people. It broke your heart, thinking about all of the smiles she gave to people, when a lot of the time her smile was a mask to keep herself from crumbling.

That day, when she was crying in your arms, you held her head gently and promised to always be there for her. You knew, you’d do anything to protect her. You were truly in love with her now.

It surprised you when Mami confessed first, in all honesty you weren’t planning to confess your feelings to her, you didn’t want to burden her. But she came to you, one of the only times she didn’t appear confident. She smiled softly, confessing how ever since you came into her life, she’s been genuinely smiling. She hadn’t felt alone, felt scared, felt like she had the weight of the world on her shoulders.

You came to learn that she always looked forward to your visits, and when you decided to become a magical girl to work beside her, she felt like you completed her. Her teammate, her other half, her soulmate.

Of course, you accepted; and you two were so, so happy.

Dating let’s you learn a lot about people. You and Mami often went to cute cafes and parks, your ideal dates were staying at home with warm tea or coffee and watching sappy romance movies. You learned all of Mami’s favorite cakes, her favorite position to snuggle in, every day you just wanted to learn more and more about her. And she felt the same.

She always took note of when you smiled more at this certain thing, or when you’d get excited over that other thing. She’s a very attentive partner, definitely the caregiver type. The blonde always makes sure you’re okay or you’re comfortable with something, almost like a doting mother.

Although dating Mami was amazing, it did have it’s downsides. Sometimes she could be stubborn and neglect herself for your sake, or she would take on more witch work than she could handle so that you wouldn’t risk getting hurt. You both had few arguments, but when you did, they always ended in a constructive way.

Mami treasures your relationship, she treasures you. The fact that you got to be with someone so caring is really a miracle. ✨

Hey, I'm excited to see some of your works! Can I ask for C, J, and K for Momoko Togame and Mami Tomoe please? Thanks in advance!

Momoko Togame

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Momoko has experience both with her siblings and with her teammates and friends Rena and Kaede. Without the exposure to her friends, her approach would be much different. Rather than try to give you space, she would try her best to comfort you, whether it be with words or just being by your side. If you’re panicking, expect her to stick close and give you her utmost attention as she smiles and strokes your hair, making sure that you know that she’s not going to be leaving anytime soon.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Momoko isn’t one to get jealous frequently, and it takes quite a lot to make her feel as such. Although she had trouble confessing her feelings before and was one-upped in the process, she was never spiteful. On the off chance that she does get jealous, it’s going to be more of a possessive show, mainly to make known that you belong to her and to back off. There’ll be a big smile on her face as she either tries to get you to back away, or a blank-faced staring contest between her and her foreseeable foe as she waits for them to leave.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Truth be told, it was a while before the two of you had your first kiss together. It wasn’t a matter of confidence on either end, it was a small fear of rejection. What if it was too soon? Surprisingly, you were the one who had to initiate it, as even though she was completely ready, Momoko didn’t want to embarrass herself by kissing you too early in the relationship or at the wrong time. Once she got the memo, though, she made sure to return your kiss with equal fervor. Momoko’s kisses tend to be on the sloppier side, leaking into her boyish side when it comes down to it, although sometimes she’ll resort to a quick peck on the lips.

Mami Tomoe

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

First and foremost, Mami would ask if there is anything that she can directly do to cheer you up, whether it be fixing tea for the both of you and talking it out, or to just silently stay by your side. She isn’t as much help as you would think she would be; even though she’s able to put on a facade for her friends, you know the entire truth about her emotional frailty. This fact makes it harder for her to be able to comfort you with words, although her actions speak louder than mere words do. If you’re having a panic episode, she might just panic with you... but fear not, she’ll calm down quickly and do whatever she can for you.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Don’t even get me started. As much as Mami might seem cool, calm, and collected on the outside most days, her unstable emotions get the best of her more often than not. This instability makes it easy for her to be jealous. Even so much as a flirtatious look your direction can set her off, an unsettling look on her face sealing the deal. As long as you don’t interact with them while she isn’t looking, she won’t have a problem. If you have a strong enough relationship built up, she won’t get the least bit upset outwardly, instead making it something to talk about at a later time.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Your first kiss together was actually during your confession. Mami didn’t really mean for it to be then, but when you’re a teenage girl with hormones, your feelings can control your actions. She was just so happy, so excited to hear that you felt the same way about her, and that turned into a kiss on the lips. Her lips are naturally soft, melting with yours so easily, but alas, it was short lived. Every other kiss from then on was subpar to your first, but she isn’t much for kisses on the lips as she is every other spot on your face. On the chance that she does kiss you on the lips afterwards, it’s only when she’s just as happy as she was in the moment of your confession.

Monika x GN reader

Everyday, I imagine a future where I can be with you….

The screen hurts your eyes. It burns them. You’ve been looking at it for hours. Scrolling through pictures, so many pictures. All of them used to bring you such joy but now, looking at the person in them only brought you to tears. After all, you were looking at a person who no longer existed.

It had been two days since the accident. The funeral was still being planned. Some people came to check on you, but others guessed that you didn’t want to see anyone. Which was true. The only person you wanted to see was (s/o’s name). Your beloved s/o….

S/o, who would soon be buried in the ground.

The worst part of it all was how out of nowhere it was. You’d had no time to prepare, no time to come to terms with their death. Two days ago the world made sense. S/o was still alive, and you were so happy. You wish you had told them not to go to work. You wish you had told them to stay home. Why hadn’t you suggested they just walk to their job? There were so many things you could have done to stop it, but now it was too late.

Not even they had expected it. In a sick way, it was almost funny. Your s/o, who had driven perfectly all their life, never even gotten a speeding ticket, killed in a freak driving accident. They did nothing wrong, it wasn’t their fault a glitched red light on the other side turned green. It wasn’t their fault they didn’t see the car coming from the otherside. It wasn’t their fault they didn’t have enough time to stop the car.

Once again, you turned your weary eyes back to the pictures of you and your s/o on the screen. You had been strolling through memory lane for almost the whole day. All of the sudden, a sound broke through the silence of your room. An eerily cheery theme played from your bright computer.

“Doki Doki~ <3”

You must have accidentally loaded up your new game, Doki Doki Literature club. You had only played a little, mainly because your s/o often teased you about replacing them with a computer girlfriend. You had suspected they were even a little jealous of a character in the game, Monika. The moment you saw her she instantly became your favorite. Your s/o must have felt a bit flustered at your liking of the game character, because whenever your character had a moment with Monika your s/o would come over and try to distract you slightly.

You needed a distraction, and you had enjoyed the game well enough. So you clicked back into your save, and were greeted by the familiar characters. You were only on day 3, and we're a bit disappointed. You kept changing who you wrote for, because all you really wanted to talk to in the game was Monika. You kept hoping she had a hidden route you didn’t know of yet.

* Okay everyone! Time to share our poems.

You talked to Natsuki, then Yuri, Sayori, and finally Monika. The rest of the girls had talked about what they thought about your writing, either complimenting it, or gently giving criticism. However, Monika seemed a bit different. She said your poem was fine, but immediately switched the topic, which surprised you.

* Are you alright Y/n?

You answered yes to her question, trying to keep at least your game persona happy.

* Are you sure? It’s just, you seem a little sad recently. Did something happen?

Your eyes began to water. You knew in your heart that this was probably just programmed in the game as a kind of check in. Monika was the tutorial character, so the creators had probably given her this dialogue to make their audience feel better about whatever depressing feelings they had been having. Monika wasn’t made to make you feel better about your s/o’s death. But it was nice to imagine she knew.

* I’m sorry if I’m pushing too hard Y/n. I just really care about you. I- I have something to tell you.

The Monika sprite was now blushing. Ah, makes sense. This was a romance game, even a character without a route had to be in love with the MC. You sighed, and rolled your eyes slightly. Whatever comfort you might have gotten from Monika was ruined. She wasn’t your s/o. Having a game character confess to you wasn’t going to make you feel better.

Was it your imagination, or did the Monika sprite just change without you doing anything. It must have been some kind of timed thing. Her sprite now looked a bit flustered, but mostly nervous. It wasn’t what you expected out of a confession.

* Nevermind Y/n. It’s not important. Just know I’m always here for you. If you ever feel overwhelmed, make sure to just hit the brakes for a little while, okay?

…

What?

Are you kidding me?

Out of all the things she could have said? “Hit the brakes”?!

You ignored the rational part of your mind that told you she was programmed to say that no matter what. You threw your head between your knees and began to sob.

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Monika silently cursed at herself through the screen. Seeing you sobbing through the monitor camera made her heart break in two. Once again, she cursed her low self control. She couldn’t help making the joke. She never liked your s/o to begin with. But she wasn’t planning on getting rid of them. Just to replace them. She would make you fall in love with her, and then you wouldn’t even want to be with your s/o. She didn’t want any blood on her hands unless she was forced to. It was only when she had realised they were trying to distract you from her.

Monika had tried to justify herself before it happened. Two days ago, she went through your partner’s account on the computer she lived in. Monika found nothing, but had convinced herself what she was doing was right.

To Monika, everything was a red flag. Your s/o’s friendly texts with their bff had to be cheating. When your partner talked about finances with their parents, Monika just knew they were using you for their money. But deep down, Monika knew her true reason. All over their account, they had so much proof they loved you. They would take you away forever. Monika couldn’t let that happen.

It was hard for her AI to hack the traffic lights. But Monika’s passion fueled her, and eventually she figured out how to get everything just right. Changing the light's color became child play. In truth, your partner’s death was just a well timed coincidence. Monika had something else planned for your s/o, but the opportunity came up that morning too perfect for Monika to pass up.

Monika once again turns her attention back to your sobbing form through the screen. She was almost scared of all the emotions running through her. Guilt, fear, love, passion, jealousy, sadness. Such a combination of emotions, like nothing she had ever felt before. Her world was so much bigger now that you were in it, and she wasn’t going to let that change. She had gotten rid of her biggest threat to you, and now she wasn’t afraid to do anything to keep you anymore. It was going to be just you and her, and if the other girls got in the way she would have no problem disposing of them.

Monika’s darkest truth is that she was proud of what she did. She loved you deeply, and getting rid of the threat gave Monika a strange sense of pride. That’s really why she made that joke. In a way, Monika was taunting your dead partner. She had almost won, she was so close.

You got up for a few moments to close out of the game, but it didn’t matter. She was always watching you. She would make you log back in again. She would make you love her just as much as she loved you.

Monika smiled darkly to herself, deleting half the photos you had of your s/o. Monika paused for a moment on a picture of you smiling widely at the camera.

* Don’t worry Y/n. They won’t be much more than a memory soon.

* My love will heal you, my dear. It will lift us both high into the clouds. I will never let you go. Ever.

* I didn’t want it to be this way. But they forced my hand. It feels bad now, but soon it won’t.

* I promise you won’t even remember them. They won’t even be a thought in your mind. It will just be me.

* JUST MONIKA

Monika saved the picture of you to her files, humming a tune she had been working on just for you.

Everyday, I imagine a future where I can be with you….

Y/N: Honey, can we please go to bed?

L: I want ice cream🥺

Y/N: It’s one in the morning, we can’t get ice cream right now.

L: B-But I want ice cream.

Y/N: I’m not getting you ice cream.

L: *sniffles*

~2 hours later, at a grocery store~

Y/N, with a cart full of sweets: I hate you so much.

L: Do you want cake?

Y/N: I want sleep.

L: I think you want cake.

Hiiii~ I was wondering if I could request sleepy but needy L, the reader allowing him to use her till he can relax and sleep 🙈

not the idea of this giving me butterflies 🤭

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Sleepy Intimacy - L Lawliet x fem!reader

normally i write super long one shots, but this one is kinda short in comparison

cw // ⚠️ nsfw!! , minor somnophilia

As you lie in bed, a pair of arms wrapped themselves around your waist. The comforter shifted from having another person underneath it. Soft lips touched the back of your neck, waking you from your light sleep. You could feel L's hands running up your sides from under the shirt you wore, moving across your warm skin and sending a chill through you. He continued to kiss the back of your neck, throwing a leg over yours and moving his body closer to you. You could feel the bulge in his boxers against your ass, a soft groan coming from him at the contact.

L had asked if you were awake, to which you replied with a tired "mhm." You knew what he wanted but he didn't need to ask, you'd let him do what he pleased. It didn't matter that you were half asleep either- you had given him permission a long time ago to use you if ever he needed to. He was hesitant in accepting the offer, but eventually gave in, so now it happens often. His hands trailed up to your breasts, squeezing them softly while he began to grind into you. Quite moans left his mouth, the sound turning you on.

You felt yourself drifting off to sleep, finding it difficult to try and stay awake. L moved one of his hands down your stomach and into your panties, starting to rub small circles into your clit. His fingers snaked through your folds, feeling the moisture that had built between your legs. You were barely awake but you were already wet for him. He chuckled in your ear at how aroused you already were, moving his fingers to tease your cunt.

A whimper escaped your lips and you pushed your ass against his bulge in response. L managed to slip a finger in, getting you to moan quietly as he pumped it in and out leisurely. His left hand was the one groping your breast, pulling and teasing your nipple. He felt himself getting needier by the minute, grinding into you little harder to receive the desired friction. Suddenly he removed his finger from your sex, sticking it in his mouth and moaning at your taste.

L took his leg off you and let go of your breast, sitting up in bed and turning you on your back. You were basically sleeping but it wasn't a deep sleep, so you could still process the majority of what was happening. L lied on top of you between your legs, lifting your shirt to expose your chest. Keeping his hands on your waist, his lips wrapped around one of your breasts, roughly sucking at your nipple. He moved your legs so they were wrapped around his hips.

Feeling the heat between your legs on his body triggered something in him, resulting in him removing himself from you. Quickly, L slid your panties down your legs, throwing them to the floor- his boxers soon joining them. He grabbed you by your wrists, placing your arms above your head before holding your waist. Your legs were propped up, framing his body. L leaned down to kiss you, his lips making contact gently, knowing you wouldn't kiss back.

With a hand now around his length, he slid the tip of his cock along your slick. A hearty moan came from the back of his throat at the feeling. His cock was throbbing- anticipating feeling your warmth. The tip was red and swollen, dripping with pre-cum. L pressed against your clit, sliding his length down your folds. His other hand held your waist as he pushed the head into your cunt. You shifted in your sleep, whimpering a little at the sudden feeling. L leaned down again to kiss your neck, slowly sliding further inside you.

When he lifted his head, he started moving. Steadily he thrusts his hips, allowing your tight walls to squeeze his shaft. The fact that you were practically sleeping gave him the freedom to handle you however he liked. L grabbed your thighs, lifting your legs so your knees nearly touched your stomach and pushed himself further inside you. He groaned at how tight you were, starting to pick up speed. L had a strong grip on your legs, and he began to thrust a little harder; his eagerness had become apparent.

He'd whisper to you that "it felt so good to be so deep inside you," and he'd moan your name between profanities. L's thrusts got faster and his moans got louder. The bed shook lightly and the headboard would hit the wall. Soft moans would leave your lips, but your eyes were shut and you stayed in the position he had put you in. L started to beg for you, hoping you'd wake up from the light sleep you happened to be in.

"Fuck, y/n, please wake up. Please, I wanna hear you say my name."

His thrusts got harder and his grip on your legs got tighter. L repeatedly asked you to wake up between moans, which were started to sound whiny from how close he was to finishing. He had wrapped your legs around his waist, holding you by your ankles so they'd stay put. He brought his mouth close to your ear, moaning for you.

"Y/n I'm so close, please. God- I wanna hear your moans when you cum."

L started to kiss your jaw, still ramming into quickly. He felt you clench around him and cursed under his breath. The tip of his cock had been repeatedly hitting that sweet spot deep inside you, but hearing him say "fuck" so low in your ear made you open your eyes. Without even trying his name quietly came from your lips. L kissed you roughly, this time you actually kissed him back. He moved both his hands to your wrists, which were still above your head, and you secured your legs around his body.

You started to buck your hips, letting your bodies snap together like puzzle pieces. Moans came from you constantly all of a sudden, as you were now aware how good you felt. L began begging again, asking you to cum for him and he would do the same. You couldn't even control your body, you were too overwhelmed. His cock started to twitch and you felt yourself clenching around him. Moans turned to whines and whimpers, and soon enough euphoria washed over you.

L's thrusts slowed and were a bit unsteady as he came inside you, quickly pulling out to spill on your stomach. Cum dripped from your cunt, and you now felt empty. Part of you wished you had stayed up to fully experience everything. L's body fell on top of yours, his sweaty forehead resting in the crook of your neck. Both of you were tired, but you whispered to L that you needed to clean up. He let out an irritated sigh, but eventually complied, getting up and guiding you to the bathroom.