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he meant to keep his promise, early start, help the cook through the morning routine; but now, flopped onto his back, ankle deep in the warmth of the quilt and with the cook’s dim figure hovering over him, menacing finger steaming and hoisted, he feels something wicked heating up inside him. feels like playing hard a little, maybe. dance some, provoke him.
> warning: 18+, minors DNI; unhealthy relationships & dark content
> status: ongoing - 102k words
> story cws: patient/doctor relationships; sex (oral, ptv, pta, etc.), degradation, torture (not of y/n), murder, stalking, dubcon and abuse in c13, discussions of suicide, trauma, and abuse, and more to come
Forced into therapy, Hanma expects to waste his time and yours, but you’re not about to let the chance of a high-profile and higher paying patient slip through your grasp. The fact that you’re both attracted to each other doesn’t hurt either.
✣ Chapter one – 5k words
✣ Chapter two – 5k words (chapter tw: murder, torture)
✣ Chapter three – 6k words
✣ Chapter four– 10k words
✣ Chapter five - 9k words (chapter tw: russian roulette, sex)
✣ Chapter six - 7k words (chapter tw: exhibitionism, voyeurism)
✣ Chapter seven - 6k words
✣ Chapter eight - 8k words
✣ Chapter nine - 2.5k words (mini chapter)
✣ Chapter ten - 12k words
✣ Chapter eleven - 11.5k words (chapter tw: some consent violations, so dubcon)
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> warning: 18+, minors DNI; unhealthy relationships & dark content
> status: ongoing - 102k words
> story cws: patient/doctor relationships; sex (oral, ptv, pta, etc.), degradation, torture (not of y/n), murder, stalking, dubcon and abuse in c13, discussions of suicide, trauma, and abuse, and more to come
Forced into therapy, Hanma expects to waste his time and yours, but you’re not about to let the chance of a high-profile and higher paying patient slip through your grasp. The fact that you’re both attracted to each other doesn’t hurt either.
✣ Chapter one – 5k words
✣ Chapter two – 5k words (chapter tw: murder, torture)
✣ Chapter three – 6k words
✣ Chapter four– 10k words
✣ Chapter five - 9k words (chapter tw: russian roulette, sex)
✣ Chapter six - 7k words (chapter tw: exhibitionism, voyeurism)
✣ Chapter seven - 6k words
✣ Chapter eight - 8k words
✣ Chapter nine - 2.5k words (mini chapter)
✣ Chapter ten - 12k words
✣ Chapter eleven - 11.5k words (chapter tw: some consent violations, so dubcon)
summary: the result you get when adding connie, being horny, and unparalleled amounts of energy all together.
content warnings | nsfw/smut, doggie style, missionary, a lil bit of pussy slapping, unprotected sex, soft dom!connie, explicit language, me being an utter whore for con’s fine self </3
word count: 700+
imagine getting fucked by none other than connie. his stamina is a blessing to the both of you, hips rutting into you at a hastily quick rate, his grip on your waist and ass so fervent that it almost hurts.
he made it clear beforehand, he wants you right now, hell, he needs you right now, and pleaded for your forgiveness if he ended up going too rough. little does he know that you love nothing more than when he grows (somewhat) serious and fucks your lights out.
he starts off with raw dogging, where he can pound into your sopping cunt so hard and hit places so deep that the only fucking thing in your current vocabulary is his name.
fuck, ’con, is the mantra you babble aloud, wispy moans spilling past your lips as he scoops you up in his arms and turns you over, now laying on your back. what a view it is, lidded eyes overtaken with raw lust, splotches of love bites gracing your supple skin, tits sloping to the side, with your legs resting along his shoulders, right where he set them to be.
he leans low to press soft, endearing kisses to your lips, gives your breasts a light squeeze, and planting light smacks on your sensitive pussy, the pads of his fingers toying with your clit.
”— mm, y’ready, babe?” he softly questions against your lips. considering that you’re too fucked out to give a proper response, the soft grin you flash in reply is more than enough. he smiles right back before easing himself in, hands grasping at either one of your legs as the pace picks up speedily.
he finds himself doing it again, going so damn fast that his brain can’t keep up with the movement of his body striving to reach that high, attempting to get to a state of euphoria and bring you right with him.
you pant underneath him and take it all, but not without clamping your spongy walls down on the girth of his dick.
“you’re tight as fuck,” he heaves, tightly grasping onto either one of your legs. he makes sharp inhales over every clench of your pussy, pulsing at the underside in response.
he gradually slows before coming to a full halt, peering at where you and him intimately meet before his hazel eyes flit up to yours. what a pretty little mess you are, just for him.
connie mischievously gleams before giving your puffy cunt an abrupt slap, pressure directed right at the clit. “y‘gonna cum? hm?” he switches the pace with a sweet but domineering grin on his face all the while. opting towards something slower, his thrusts go at the same rate that he rubs at your puffy bud with.
the lengthy drag of his dick pulling out and pushing in has you seeing stars, and the sensation alone causes the volume of your moans to increase by tenfold. to that, he smiles. “yes, yes!” you mewl, taking hold of him and pulling him down to your level. the tip of his nose brushes against yours, his tongue teasingly swiping over your lower lip.
“c’mon, cum for me, cum on this dick.” he suddenly goes so pleasurably fast that you can’t help but do as he wishes, reaching your utmost high before falling apart.
he chuckles low over the way your back arches, hands clawing at his back. ”fuck yeah, that’s my girl,” connie grunts, following your lead shortly after. he’s quick to slide out of you, his warm cum spilling onto your abdomen and littering your skin, while the remaining makes a mess of his swollen tip before dripping down the shaft.
you release a light laugh while basking in the aftermath, noting at how the warmth of his body on yours makes the ache in your legs just a bit more bearable. he hums your name aloud, pecking your lips before asking— “wanna go again?”
judging by the eager expression that graced his pretty features, you could tell that he was nowhere near finished.
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cw: p in v smut, dirty talk, reader is shy, black! coded reader, edging, soft! dom connie, fingering, oral (f), degradation, cervix fucking, rough sex, sub! reader, dom and sub dynamic kinda?? i think that’s it
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“how come you never look at me when we fuck?” the question from your boyfriend has you choking on your tea, you whack your fist against your chest as your body heaves with coughs.
“c-connie! you can’t just say stuff like that.” you tell him, placing your tea cup down as you place your hands against your brown cheeks, flushing with heat from embarrassment.
“why not? it’s just me and my pretty girl talking. plus, it’s true. you always close your eyes when i fuck your-” your hands go to his mouth, covering it before he can say the next words to his sentence. it’s like he has no filter sometimes.
“connie springer!” you shriek, laughing when his tongue darts out to lick your hand. his arms wrap around your waist, pushing you down onto the couch beneath you.
he buries his face into your neck, taking a long breath to smell the sweet perfume you always have on. his warm breath tickles your neck, making your eyes flutter closed. it feels so good, even though it shouldn’t.
“m’ serious. m’ not gonna keep fucking you if you won’t look at me. i wanna see those pretty eyes.” he mutters into your neck, making you pout. he sits up, pulling you into his lap with a satisfied smile, as if it’s the best idea he’s ever had.
“but connie—” you about to whine at the unfairness of his words, interrupted only when your boyfriend pulls you in for a quick kiss on your lips.
“no buts,” he says and just like that, his arms are at his sides and he walking into the kitchen leaving you feeling lonely from the lack of his touch.
he stays true to word too, as hard as it is for him. he knows that you’re shy, it’s something he loves about you. but the boy wants to see how far he can push you with this, kind of like a little experiment if you will.
“want my fingers now pretty?” your boyfriend breathe onto your lips, fingers playing with the bands of your underwear. you bite down on your lower lip, nodding quickly.
“tell me,” he urges, making your eyes widen. he never asked you to do that before, knowing just how shy you get when he says the word “pussy” .. so why is he torturing you like this??
“con..” you timidly whine, rutting your hips up against his fingers. he shakes his head, laying another light kiss on your lips in an effort to tease you. and it fucking works of course, having you silently begging him with those teary brown eyes.
“guess you don’t want em’ that much then.” he sighs, hands going to your thighs to caress the skin gently. you can’t deal with all these light little teasing touches .. it’s too much.
“please connie. i want .. y-your fingers.” you literally have to muster up all the courage in your body to say the words, face growing embarrassingly hot from the dirty things you’d just said for him, to him.
the boy coos at your effort and you’re immediately rewarded with him pushing your panties to the side. you let out a small whimper when his fingers gently slide up your cunt, collecting all that pretty slick you had for him.
“one or two?” he asks, making your pussy flutter. you manage to whisper a quiet “two” into the air, earning a smirk from your boyfriend.
“slut.” he smugly murmurs, making your eyes close. the name has your heart racing and your body trembling with pleasure. you secretly love it when he calls you that.
“don’t call me-” your boyfriend interrupts your words with another hot kiss, gently pushing two fingers into your pussy. your eyes squeeze shut as your pussy clenches around his thick fingers. even though he’s going slow, his digits are still slightly stretching you out. it hurts, yet it feels so good.
god, you are a slut.
connie’s lips don’t stop moving against yours, kissing you quite passionately as he curls his fingers .. pressing against that spot. the spot that he knows has your pretty little cunt fluttering around his fingers, getting his digits all wet with your cum.
you hands clutch onto his shirt, hard. connie chuckles when he feels your hips rise .. needy pussy humping his fingers as you let out small little whimpers.
then, he notices how tightly your eyes are squeezed shut.
you’re having an amazing time it seems, eyes closed as breathy whimpers leave your lips. until it’s all snatched out from you by connie removing his fingers.
your eyes shoot open and you see your boyfriend frowning at you. he licks his fingers clean before pulling your panties back up your legs. you shake your head, gripping onto him as your about ready to cry.
why? what did you do?
“connie?” his name comes out as a question, and it’s actually cute how confused you look right now.
“said i wouldn’t fuck you if you don’t look at me. i’m gonna go make us some dinner.” he presses a kiss to your forehead, seemingly as if nothing had happened.
“but connie—” you’re about to whine again, before you’re cut off with a yell from your boyfriend as he runs down the hall.
“no buts!”
this goes on for quite some time. and boy do you try hard every time you and connie get intimate to keep your eyes open. but he makes it so hard. the way he uses his fingers, his tongue, even the way fucking his hips move .. you can’t do anything but shut your eyes as you succumb to the pleasure. how could you not??
“you gonna look at me this time?” connie asks, sliding your pink panties off your legs. you suck in a breath to prepare yourself.
you can do this. you’ve had weeks of practice and edging from him. you can do this.
“m’ gonna try,” you say weakly, fingers digging into the bedsheets beneath you as connie’s lips travel lower and lower down your body with teasingly gentle kisses.
“we’ll see,” he hums, gripping your legs. your heart picks up as he folds them, letting out a groan as he exposes your slicked up cunt to him. fucking gorgeous as always.
his lips gently lay on your clit, rousing a little moan from you. your boyfriend’s tongue swiftly darts out, swiping at your clit now. your toes begin to curl, and fuck .. are you clenching around his tongue already?? he’s literally just started.
“connie..” you whimper, eyes tearing up as he begins to add a finger, scissoring it in and out of you slowly. it feels good, so good. all those weeks of edging and being left hanging have your abdomen already clenching clenching so hard.
your eyes threaten to flutter closed, but you catch it .. eyes shooting open. there was no way you were ruining this for yourself.
“y’ so wet for me pretty. maybe i should edge y’ more often.” your boyfriend smirks, pushing a second thick finger through your slick folds. he gently slides it in slowly before curling it and pressing it against that spot. your pussy clenches around him tightly, and you let out a beautiful moan.
his eyes go to yours, checking to see if your eyes are closed and connie feels his dick jump when he’s sees your pleasure-filled eyes on his. your brown lids are barely even open, but your eyes fight it .. fight to keep them trained on your boyfriend.
connie’s cheeks grow a little warm when he realizes that you did listen to him. that you are doing this because you want to make him happy. and the fact has his cock throbbing in his black pants.
he should really edge you more often.
you let out an unsatisfied groan when connie’s fingers slide out of your pussy. mistakenly you think he’s about to edge you again and can’t help but pout. you were so close ..
“none of that, you little brat. hold your legs up.” he instructs, and your eyes widen when you realize what’s about to happen.
you have never held you legs up faster in your entire life.
connie’s eyes stay on yours as he unzips his pants. he slowly pulls them down, and you close your eyes when you feel the bed shift from his weight.
fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck.
“eyes open,” connie gently commands you, and your eyes shoot open at his tone. you place your arms around connie’s neck as he presses his weight down onto you, he’s so warm and heavy .. and fuck .. you’re dripping onto the sheets now.
“breathe in baby, breathe in with me.” connie instructs with a raspy tone, rubbing his tip against your clit which was practically dripping from his previous teasing. he taps the sticky head of his cock against your pussy once! twice! before gently pressing it through your tight ring of muscles.
“1 .., 2…,” you grip his shoulders as his cock gently slides into your cunt, making the both of you moan when he holds your legs down to completely bottom out.
“oh, fuck.” your boyfriend moans, eyes hardening as he relishes in the way your spongey walls clamp around him tightly. connie can’t help the slight jerk! of his hips from the pleasure, and he really can’t help it when his eyes flutter closed quickly.
you feel so much wetter than usual.
“let me see your fucking eyes y/n.” at his words you look up at your boyfriend, no longer covering your face into his shoulder. his eyes are stony and angry, very different from the sappy smile that he usually had when he fucked you. you clutch onto his shoulders as his thrusts begin to get harsher, gently shaking the bed from the force of each snap of his hips.
“y’ don’t like lookin’ at me?” he asks, voice growing angrier as his hips thrust up angrily, now absolutely bullying the head of his tip into your cervix. your back arches of the bed from the increase of power from your boyfriends thrusts, your lips fall open in a silent scream as the pleasure hit you like a truck.
connie’s hands grip your thighs, pushing them down, down into the bed to the point where it starts to burn slightly .. giving you the fuck of your life as he plunges his cock into your slick cunt faster.
“connie i-”
“m’ i not your boyfriend?” his voice is full of anger now, eyes trained on your cunt as he fucks you with quick plat! plat! sounds.
“y-yes!” you whimper, eyes closing again. connie’s nails painfully dig into the skin of your hips as he fucks you now with brutal, short thrusts, the head of his cock knocking the breath out of you as it hits your cervix.
“then fuckin” THRUST! your breath becomes short and choppy as he gives you a brutal snaps of his hips. your pretty features scrunch up as your abdomen clenches again, harder this time.
“look” another THRUST! and your brown eyes go crossed, pussy fluttering wildly around the thick cock mercilessly penetrating your slick walls with each quick snap of connie’s hips.
“at” another THRUST! has your nipples tightening in the hot air mixed with the sweat and heat of your bodies, your body feels hot and tight as connie gives you another hard snap of his hips, hands roughly pushing your legs open as wide as they’ll go to fit his cock in as tight in that sloppy cunt as possible.
“me!” THRUST! you don’t even hear the last part as your pussy constricts, squirtings clear liquid all over your boyfriends cock, and yet, his hips don’t stop. connie lets go of your legs, opting to push your hands down onto the bed as he fucks your sensitive cunt into overstimulation.
the sounds your pussy makes have your head spinning as you body heats up. you can hear how wet you are now, and you’re so fucked out it’s no longer even embarrassing.
connie wishes he could take a mental picture of you right now. brown eyes welling up with tears of pleasure as you look up at him, unable to move as his hips increase in their pace snap, snapping! up and down to fuck into you. your brown nipples are hard, practically begging for attention as he holds your hands down, cock fucking into your tight walls relentlessly.
“shit, m gonna cum..” connie groans, eyes becoming low lidded as he feels his abdomen clench tightly. he could only hold out so long, and he had also been edging himself with you as well. your cunt flutters around his again, flexing as it clenches tightly, drawing a quiet whine from your boyfriend.
you have never been more happy that connie made you keep your eyes open during sex .. because he looks godly right now.
his hazel eyes are trying not to close as his pace stutters. his thrusts become sloppy, as his eyes close. sweat drips down fro his forehead, breaths coming out harsh and uneven from the stimulation. he’s never looked hotter before.
“cum connie. f-fucking cum in your pussy. make it yours,” the soft utterance of your words shock him to the core. he goes rigid, hands gripping your wrist down onto the bed as he cums the hardest he ever has in his fucking life. you whine as you feel his thick cum fill your pussy up, so much so that some seeps out of your stuffed cunt onto the bed.
“fuck .. sorry, baby. was i too rough pretty girl?” connie asks, concern lacing his voice as his hands gently caress your wrists now. you shake your head with a smile, pulling your boyfriend down to your chest.
once you two take a shower and get the sheets cleaned up, you and connie opt for a cuddle under a movie in your room.
“hey, i forgot to ask,” your boyfriends speaks, interrupting the movies big action scene. you look over to him in confusion, as he gives you that sappy smile you love.
“where did you learn to talk dirty?” he asks, making your eyes widen. your brain flashes back to the things you said when you were drunk off of pleasure, and you turn away from connie with a groan.
“let’s just pretend that never happened!” you say, turning the volume up on the tv. connie takes the remote from you as he turns the volume down.
“tell me.” he urges, a playful smile on his handsome face. you roll your eyes and lean in, cupping your hand as if you’re about to whisper in his ear.
“not telling!” you sing softly, settling back down. connie lets out a childish whine at your teasing and he pouts like a child.
“but—” he begins to speak, but you cut him off with a quick peck to his lips.
“no buts,” you tell him, turning back to the movie.
exasperation filled your voice as you fiddled with the large map spreading it across the dashboard.your eyebrows were pulled together as you tried to figure out where the fuck connie had you two at.your phone had long since lost service as your stubborn boyfriend drove further and further into the desert terrain.so here you were looking at a map you had no damn idea how to read.you could feel a headache throbbing behind your skull, maybe the california heat was finally getting to you.
heat kissed at your glistening brown skin and you were glad you had put your black girl sunscreen on yourself and your boyfriend who’d protested the entire time. stubborn son of a bitch. you already knew in the back of your head that when connie springer had suggested a road trip there’d be some bullshit.the first problem was you’d be embarking on this journey in his car, a white 1992 chevrolet Camaro rs that had more problems than it was worth.
the heat nor air worked and sometimes the car would sputter and jerk and you’d have to get into the driver seat and steer while connie pushed from behind.it was practically a freaking death trap and you suggested thatyou guys drive your honda accord but connie refused. you wanted to fight him on it, tell him that it wasn’t safe, tell him that you two could be a pile of ash in mere seconds if his shitty car blew up. but when you looked into those puppy dog hazel eyes you couldn’t resist saying no to him.
damn where was your back bone?
your eyes shifted over to the picture of you and connie tucked on his speedometer.
you remembered that night like yesterday it had been thundering and you were terrified.connie had snuck through your window,face wet with rain water.when you called him explaining that your parents weren’t home and you were scared he’d decided that you guys should do face masks, you knew was trying to help you calm down because he hated those facemasks,claimed they were too girly.you thought it was sweet he had printed off the picture, even somehow making it look like a cute little polaroid.he had brought snacks and the two of you watched netflix and cuddled with you all night until you fell asleep.
you and connie were pre-k sweethearts and you’d think you wouldn’t be susceptible to his little trick by now and yet it tugged your heart strings all the same.every time.you still remembered when you’d fell off of the swing at school.you remembered wailing loudly as you examined your scraped skin and pink hello kitty dress with a rip now.you’d felt a tap on your shoulder and turned around sniffling to see connie.he’d helped you up, pulling a flower from behind his back with a ‘tada!’ such a stupid little move now that you recalled, but little you was awestruck.and although the entire moment was cheesy it was a day you’d cherish forever.
after that you two were pretty much inseparable.you guys went through all of middle, elementary and highschool where connie finally asked you to be his girlfriend.you two got your first apartment after graduating highschool and you couldn’t be happier having your own space with your man.
“we’re not lost.” connie argued,ripping you from your thoughts.
“right.any minute now we’re gonna be hunted down by some inbred mutant freaks because of your poor navigation skills.” you snorted, only half joking.you pulled down the sun visor and inspected your appearance, your makeup was creasing around the corners of your mouth and you looked like a greaseball.had you known it was gonna be this hot you would’ve went bare faced.
thank god for sweat proof lace glue.
you could feel connie side eyeing you as you touched up your makeup,beauty blender smoothing out the creases and dealing with the oily spots.snapping the sun visor shut into place you peered over at him and crossed your arms with a cocked eyebrow.”you’re fake as hell connie.when were you gonna tell me i looked like a greasy pizza?”you questioned.
“what’re you even talking about, you look beautiful as always.” connie assured, not getting what his girlfriend was getting at.he wasn’t lying you did look beautiful to him.with your dark hair pulled into a ponytail, sides pulled out to frame your heart shaped face.your lips were pulled into a snarl as you tired your best to intimidate him but with those big doe eyes and pouty lips you looked more like a scowling puppy.
you wore an orange sundress that hugged your curves and complimented your ass perfectly,you decided to not wear a bra and connie could see your nipples outline.you wore those big hoops he loved to play with even though you hated when he stuck his hand through them.and your lips,they were glossed with a clear gloss over your lip combo.overlined with a brown pencil accompanied by butterscotch and cinnamon roll butter gloss.
connie squinted at you,” actually you do look a bit ugly.”
you rolled your eyes at him and turned your entire body to your window,wind offering you a breeze.
“oh come on take a joke! just trying to lighten the mood baby.” connie grinned, poking at your side playfully.each time you’d slap his fingers away and he’d swerve the car purposefully.convinced his car would take this as a sign to blow its head gasket you gave in with a sigh and turned your annoying man.your stomach growled in irritation and hunger and you groaned, if connie hadn’t gotten you guys lost you would be face deep in a juicy burger right now. your mouth was drooling at the thought.
“yeah me too.” connie mumbled at your stomach.
his eyes focused on the road and you felt his warm hand settle against your thigh,your stomach flipped.you never knew you had an attraction to hands until you began dating connie in highschool.you knew it couldn’t be a fetish because you only liked his hands.they were big and veiny, nails clipped short with a clear polish on top, connie was very big on keeping himself groomed and you loved that.
and just like that, your cunt was watering and you were horny.you were sure you’d seep through your dress because you weren’t wearing underwear and you clenched your thighs together.connie noticed your constant shifting and looked over at you, concern spread across his face like wildfire.
you cleared your throat and nodded.
you see you and connie had made a bet two weeks ago during an argument.you two wouldn’t fuck for an entire month and whoever caved first was stuck on dish duty for three months. he had called you a spoiled bratty nympho freak that couldn’t keep your legs shut and you were determined to prove him wrong.just because you liked a little sex here and there…and everywhere doesn’t mean you were a nympho.
right?
he hadn’t been making it easy for you to win, walking around shirtless with that sculpted body, pants always hanging just below his v line to where his trimmed pubes peeked out. he’d oh so conveniently have to squeeze past you and you could feel his dick in your back, he’d kiss you so roughly with his hand wrapped around your neck just to pull away with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
it was driving you nuts.
“you okay babe?”
“yeah i’m fine, just hungry…”
you weren’t lying, you were hungry for some meat.just a different kind of meat.
“hmm.let me pull over and we’ll look at the map together, im sure there’s a dinner somewhere.”connie frowned,feeling bad that you were hungry.you’d offered to pack a couple of sandwiches and other various snacks for the road but connie said you guys would just hit dinners and there was no need.stupid, you know.but he claimed it would be fun going to different places to eat but he didn’t think they’d get so turned around so fast. they’d been driving already for eight hours, trying to find their location for an hour and a half.
connie seemed to loom over you at six four as he spread the map across the hood of the car,muscles flexing as he doodled on it with a pen.you gulped as you looked at him, you were standing slightly behind him so you were free to gawk in secret.his eyebrows were pushed together in concentration, jaw clenched as he rested his body against the hot hood.he wore a black compression shirt and you could see every fucking muscle he had under there and if you didn’t know any better you’d think he was teasing you with the black sweatpants he had on.
each time the wind would blow you’d get a hint of his smell,husky with a hint of spice.
it was fucking intoxicating.
you wished he would fuck you right here on the hood his car, you didn’t care if people could see you getting your poor pussy pounded by him. you just fucking needed him.
connie snapped in your face.
“y/n, are you even listening?”
“i am.” you lied, acting like you just weren’t fucking daydreaming about connie pulling your dress up.he rolled his eyes at you obviously annoyed that he’d have to repeat himself.
“i said i know where we are, there’s a dinner forty minutes from here. i’m fucking starving.” connie repeated,rolling the map up and tucking it underneath his arm.
“good, let’s get back on the road.” you smiled sheepishly in embarrassment at have been caught staring like a creep.
you and connie were back on the road, his hand placed on your thigh.you couldn’t take it anymore, you were gonna burst from anticipation.connie was right, you’re a fucking sex addict and you needed him.
you unlatched your seatbelt and leaned over the arm rest, a gasp leaving connie’s lips as you opened the fly of his sweatpants and pulled his dick out.bastard knew what he was doing, he didn’t even have underwear on.
“i knew you’d crack you fucking nympho, now suck daddies dick. show me how much you missed it.” he rasped,one hand burying into your hair and the other gripping the wheel.your mouth practically watered at his pink glistening tip and it was clear he had been struggling to refrain himself from taking you on the hood of his car as well.
you gulped,holding the base the base of his dick and swirling your tongue around the tip slowly.
“a-shittt.” he groaned out gripping the steering wheel.he wasn’t sure if this was safe to be doing this while driving but he didn’t fucking care, the way you swallowing and choking on his dick had him mewling out in pleasure.his tip was hitting the back of your throat and you nearly threw up but held it down,if having the back of your throat bruised meant you were gonna get your pussy stretched out you didn’t care.your face was a mess,saliva covered the entire bottom half of your mouth as you slurped and sucked.
“mm’, you’re sucking my dick so fucking good. like the little slut you are.” connie cooed rubbing your back reassuringly.tears prickled your eyes as connie violated your throat, sliding in and out of your mouth which a wet slurp sound each time.you decided to give your poor throat a break and grabbed his dick with both hands,stroking and twisting at the same time.
connie eyes snapped closed in pleasure as he forgot he was driving, his head resting back against the headrest as he moaned from pleasure.he jerked forward as the car began sliding off the road,you continued stroking him and he whined as his tip dripped precum.you knew it was risky doing this, knowing there was a chance that connie could lose control of the wheel.but you didn’t care you were gonna suck him dry, it was his job to watch the road not yours.
“s-shit we were on the brink of death and you’re sucking my cock like a whore.” connie groaned in bliss.he was nearing his end and with each tug of his dick around your soft hands he found it harder and harder to control the car.he wanted nothing more than to buck his hips into your mouth and use you as his personal pocket pussy.
connie abruptly swerved to the side of the road and put the card in park,grabbing your head with both hands all you could could was open your mouth wide as he used you for his own pleasure.cries of pleasure left his lips as you choked repeatedly, connie wasn’t aware he wasn’t letting you breathe he was just focused on getting his nut.
with one last buck of his hips his cum sperm was spurting down your throat and you swallowed every last drop.
“ugghhhh.” connie gasped out as you sucked him through his high, making sure to lick every drop of cum off of his dick and clean him up.
he nearly snapped the seatbelt trying to get off it,telling you to get out the car and you happily obliged.he tugged his shirt off and you almost fell to your knees, sharp abs heaving heavily as he recovered from his recent nut.he placed the shirt on the hood of the car as so it wouldn’t burn you,you heard his sweatpants fall the ground and you knew he was about to rock your world.
it had been a whole two weeks since you felt him inside of you.
and you yearned for it.
a smile crept onto your face as he hiked your dress up,eagerly you placed your hands flat on the hood of the car.a small whimper leaving your lips as he forced your cheek against the car,pinning your arms being your back leaving you to his mercy.
“this is what you wanted right?” he husked,a loud crack of his hand against your ass.you bit your lip as you almost screamed.”you wanted me to hike your dress up and fuck you here in the open, where anyone can see huh.” he hissed,hand cracking off your ass again as he hit you again.
you could do nothing as connie spanked you,your ass was red and sore and yet you wanted him to continue.you wanted to be punished for giving into your needs.a whimper left your lips are you felt his tip glide across your twitching clit, he groaned in pleasure as he glided himself between your wet cunt.he wasn’t even in you yet and you were leaking.
“look at you,so fucking needy.” he said breathily.
he was right, you were needy. and you needed him.
“connie!” you screamed as he pushed his thick length into you,stretching your walls to the max.he hadn’t let you get adjusted to his size before he was fucking you mercilessly.pulling his hips out just to slam back inside of you,your hands were pinned behind your back and he used them to leverage his thrust.
you were too blinded by the rough thrust to care if people saw you,saw you with your ass tooted in the air as you got fucked like the nympho you were.connie felt so good,a soft thudding filling the air as connie rocked his hips into you.his hand ran over your connie tattoo on your ass and he smirked, my crazy ass girlfriend he thought.maybe you were delusional but you loved your man and you loved tattoo's, so it was only right you get nis name tatted.
“c-connie!” you sob as his he pulls you down and angles his hips so that’s he’s deeper inside of you.his thrust are relentless and they hurt but in the pain is pleasure.his grunts are so fucking sexy behind you and you beg for him to let your hands ago so you can rub your clit.
“p-please,let me touch myself.” you beg, tears spilling from your eyes as he delivers a couple of more thrust and finally release your hands.one hand smacks down on the hood of the car and the other finds your tingling bud,rubbing in circular motions matching the rhythm of connie’s thrust.
“mmm, fuck me please daddy!” you choke out.you feel one of his hands reach into your hair and the other is placed in the middle of your back for support as he thrust.your eyes shut in bliss as your stomach clenches.
connie’s head lulls back as he fucks you aganist his car,you feel so good around his dick.wet and tight around him,he couldn't believe his sex addict girlfriend had him out in the open,fucking her.
“y-y/n...“ connie groans as you began twerking on his dick,his hands digging into your ass and breaking skin.it hurt but the pleasure was far greater and you found yourself choking back a loud moan.
you nearly screamed as he began meeting your thrusts,your ass slamming against his toned stomach.
"f-fuck r-right there." you cry out in bliss,teeth digging into your lips as his tip prodded into your g-spot.you were fucking helpless underneath him and he used this to his advantage.he was using all the pent up sexual tension he had been holding out on you.
his balls slapped against your soft ass as he snapped his hips into you with force, you looked so breedable to him.he wanted to decorate your walls with his nut.his head was so foggy he didn’t care if he busted and got you pregnant, because you were wrapped around his twitching cock so beautifully.
"baby." you rasped drawing out his name in a pathetic whine.he was fucking the shit out of you and it made your head spin.you were so glad that no one could see or hear you getting slutted out by your boyfriend, you’d be so fucking embarrassed.
a string of profanities left your lips in pleasure as the knot in your stomach suddenly snapped.
"let it out baby. cum on this dick." connie encouraged you, slowing his thrust.they were still deep just slower now and you shook as his hips steadily rocked into you,fucking you through your high.
his thumb sloppily found your clit and you moaned softly as his fingers rubbed in circular motions.you were so fucking sensitive but didn’t have the energy to protest.you knew connie was close as his thrust got sloppier, his legs shook underneath him as he suddenly pulled out of you.his spurts of cum shooting onto the hot gravel, a throaty groan escaping his lips as he stroked the last of his cum out.
“fuckkk.” he drawled.
exhaustedly you pulled your dress down and stood up nudging your boyfriend.sweat slicked his body and he looked fucking heavenly standing there mouth agape in pleasure as he held his softening dick in his hand.you stood on your tippy toes and placed a kiss on his cheek.
connie grabbed your face so that your lips puckered.his usually hazel eyes were now dark, laced with please.you could tell he wasn't done with you from the way he was looking at you like a fucking piece of meat.he basically dragged you to the car, shifting the seat back as he sat and you wasted no time straddling him, hands desperately tugging your dress up again.
trembling in need, you grabbed the base of his dick.connie tensed at your actions,a breathy moan leaving his pink lips as you lined him up with your entrance,wet pussy folds grinding against his dick causing his leg to twitch a little bit.
connie knew you were teasing him and it only made him hornier,his tip was dripping precum the way your wet folds glided across his tip.his head lolled back aganist the headrest as you finally sunk onto him, your hands gripping the leather seat in bliss as he stretched and filled you again.
"fuck y/n." his deep husky voice sounded, his hands moving over to the curve of your back as you adjusted to his size. he could tell it was slightly painful for you and as much he wanted to buck his hips up deeper into that pretty little pussy but he refrained because he didn't want to hurt you.
"doing so good princess." he cooed and your stomach swarmed with butterflies at the words of gratification from your boyfriend.you placed your hands on connie’s shoulders for balance a you began sliding up and down him, a boost of confidence rippling through your body as his needy gasps filled your ears.your walls were tight and wet around him, the two of you like a perfect fit.
he was pussy drunk, the way you felt,the way you were fucking him.he fucking loved all of it no other female had ever made him feel this way, you had him in the palm of your hand and you knew it.
your ass dropped on connie at a constant speed, squelching queefs leaving your pussy as you rode him with urgency.he looked so fucking sexy, mouth agape with his eyes screwed closed and you could see him drooling a bit in pleasure.
who's the sex addict now? fucking satyriasis, you thought.
“ooo baby, your pussy feels so good. “ connie cried out,toes curling as you fucked him sloppily.you bent down and placed a kiss on his lips,connie immediately taking action and grabbing the back of your neck and thrusting his tongue into your mouth.you moaned as your tongue fought is for dominance.
“o-oh f-uckk.” you whined into his mouth as he began bucking his hips up into you,the car rocking on it wheels as you two fucked like animals in heat.
connie’s mouth moved over yours sloppily and you knew your lips were gonna be swollen, but you didn’t care.you whined against his lips as you felt that familiar knot in your tummy.connie could feel your walls contracting against him,” look at that greedy little pussy eating me up fuck.” he breathlessly stated.
you were creaming on his dick at this point you were so fucking horny and he was so hot.your head fell back in pleasure, one hand holding his chain and the other placed on his shoulder.you were so wet that occasionally he’d slip out and his dick was rub against your clit, a shaken moan leaving your lips each time it happened.
“wet ass pussy,so messy for me I can’t wait till’ i clean you up.” he murmured,with one more thrust of his hips you came.a scream emitting from your lips as you welcomed your sweet release, connie eyed you like a hungry animal.the site of you losing your shit pushed him off the edge and he was suddenly cupping your thighs and pulling you off, dick rising up and down as cum spurted onto his chest.
a drawn out shit coming from his glistening lips.
“it’s so much.” you giggled, leaning over and grabbing napkins from the glove compartment and cleaning him up.connie chuckled,”can’t help it, you’re so fucking tight. shit makes me crazy.” he rasped, toned body glistening as he tried to collect his breath.
your cheeks flushed.
“get in the back,i wanna clean you up.” connie demanded softly whilst tapping your thigh.he didn’t have to tell you twice and you wasted no time climbing into the backseat of the car while connie adjusted the seats for optimal space.you were pretty sure you’d melted off your makeup by now and you were thankful you had makeup wipes packed in your purse.your choice in fluffy baby hair was a good idea seeing ass they’d probably have melted off by then.
you were retracted from your thoughts when connie’s hands spread your legs apart, one hand cupping underneath each though as you lay on your back.half of his large frame was out of the car and he’d put his pants on the hard gravel as to not scrape he knees up.
your pussy watered as he began placing kisses on your thighs,starting from your gold ankle bracket with a ‘c’ charm on it, to right where your pussy was.you stiffled a moan as his middle and index finger pushed into you,thumb circling your clit slowly in a circular motion.
"i-it’s sensitive."you cried out, hands cupping your titties as your legs began to shake prematurely.you felt his fingers pull out and his mouth now on your wet cunt, lapping you up hungrily.your head fell to the side and your back arched involuntarily as a gutteral moan escaped for your lips, his tongue wildly flicking over your pussy now.
"you taste so fucking good." he spoke, pausing after each word to take a long lick with his long tongue.you whimpered and squeezed your eyes closed whimpered as you felt him pull your pussy lips apart, revealing your pretty pink throbbing clit.connie’s eyes glistened and looked like he'd just hit the jackpot, without a thought latching onto the sensitive bud.all you could was whine whine and squeeze at his shoulders,his arms looping underneath your thighs to hold your squirming body in in place.
"fuck," you choked out," you're eating my pussy so good."
"this shit is wet." connie groaned out,fingers back pumping in your pussy with a squelching sound.he made sure to curl his fingers each time he hit the base of your walls.tears streaked your face and your lips trembled with pleasure, pussy pulsating around his fingers as your eyes rolled back in bliss.you almost snapped your legs closed as she felt him brush against her g-spot,arms pulling your down further onto his face.
“i’m close, so fucking close.” you gasped as his fingers fucked you quickly.you were embarrassed to be cummimg this fast but connie knew how to work your pussy,knew every little fucking thing about your pussy to the last detail.his tongue was back on your poor little clit and you realized he was spelling his name.
c o n n i e
as soon as he spelled out the last letter the knot in your stomach snapped one again and your body convulsed with pleasure,legs snapping closed.connie made sure to talk you though your high,placing kisses your ass as he caressed your face.
once you had calmed down you opened your eyes to see connie tugging his shirt back on.his eyes met yours and he smirked,”good to have you back let’s eat im fucking starving.”
“agreed.” you huffed.
“also, you’re on dish duty for three whole months.”
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recess + gojo satoru ── ◜ ⪩⪨ ◞ you, satoru, and your daughter’s first trip to the principle’s office.
── ◜ ⪩⪨ ◞ content : dad!gojo, f!reader, fluff, comfort, reader ‘n’ gojo r not the best parents but they just wanna comfort their sweet baby girl, reader is referred to as ‘mrs’, ‘mama’, school fights, light discussion of insecurities, bullying + discrimination･｡･ w.c. 2.2k
໒꒰ྀི ⸝⸝⸝⸝ ꒱ྀིა ⊹ i am in the fluffiest mood ever for my dear heart so i present u another one of my dad!gojo fics. this one tugged at my heart strings tho :( not proofread!
the school calls and says that your five-year-old daughter got into a fight with another student during recess, and the first thing satoru asks is “did she win?”
an hour later, the two of you are sitting in the middle of the principle’s office on a worn, brown leather couch while an aide fetches your little girl from lunch. the differences in your respective reactions is stark, a contrast of color that can be seen throughout your relationship.
while you are respectful of authority, nodding along and gasping in horror with your hand clutching your necklace as the principle explains that your daughter was seen punching a little boy in the sandbox, satoru has his legs kicked up on the principle’s big oak desk, his head thrown back in full blown laughter. you have to lash out, smacking his chest with your fist just to get him to quiet down— only for him to retaliate with a pinch to the side of your thigh.
“i believe i see where the violence comes from,” the principle clicks her tongue over the melodramatics of satoru coughing and spitting after your hit, her lip curled in disapproval. she has a severe look about her, like the suffocatingly conservative elders in satoru’s clan. “mister and missus gojo, you must know this behavior is highly inappropriate.”
“we’re sor-”
“you never answered my question you know,” satoru cuts you off before you can apologize like a good little student yourself, sitting up straight and cocking his head to the side. even though you can’t see his eyes, covered by his dark shades, you can almost taste his amusement in the air. he is not taking any of this seriously, and why would he?
he was the one who taught her how to throw a punch.
“and what question would that be, mister gojo?”
“if she won the fight or not, of course!” he says, punctuating each word with a wag of his finger. with his million dollar grin all wide on his face. some things never change no matter how old you get because you can tell that he enjoys challenging authority. that he decided the principle was just another one of the higher ups who abused their power and looked down their nose at the youth after one glimpse of her personality and leadership.
the principle opens her mouth, likely to scold him, but then the door opens and your little one steps through with the aide carrying her backpack. her head is hung low, her chin tucked against her chest and her fists are bunched in the hem of her uniform skirt as she walks in— the very picture of guilt.
“you can ask her instead,” the principle concludes, and you become a little closer to seeing gojo’s approach to things. you don’t like the way she looks at your baby, ready to toss the key away for a kindergartner who can barely speak properly without even knowing if she initiated the fight or not. you grit your teeth, though. you’re trying to be civil, for crying out loud.
after all, your child doesn’t need two maniacs for parents.
“miss gojo,” the principle calls, addressing your kindergartener directly. when she raises her chin, she has a defiant look in her big, glacier blue eyes that rival’s her father’s own. there’s a fleck of rice stuck cutely to the side of her mouth, no doubt from the onigiri you packed in her bento this morning. her little white plaits are in disarray, the colorful barrettes you accessorized her hair with lost and nowhere to be found, and when your eyes drop down to her hands, you can tell that she’s hiding her bruised knuckles in her skirt. “do tell us what happened, and absolutely no fibs or tall tales, please.”
“uhm…” her eyes roam the room, intimidated by the adults watching her with expectation. she earns a patient nod and smile from you, and a cheeky wink from satoru over the rim of his glasses. taking a deep breath, she mumbles, “uhm. i was playing in the big box and sōta-kun started saying mean stuff so i punched him real hard.”
“and do you think that was an appropriate approach to someone saying something you don’t like, miss gojo? our school does not condone violence or bullies. we teach kindness and communication.”
“i thought he would dodge! dada always dodges my hits when we train,” she huffs in defense, blowing air into her cheeks. you shrink in your chair, placing a hand over your face in embarrassment because you know exactly what she’s about to say next. “aaaand, dada told me that whenever i don’t like something someone say, i can just blast them off the face of the earth when i get strong!”
“i do recall telling her that,” satoru takes credit proudly, his grin turning mischievous.
“satoru,” you warn, sighing. “really not the time.”
“i’m seen but silent.” he spreads his palms in surrender, mocking what you always tell your daughter to be when she makes too much racket in public. “and pretty.”
“it seems that neither one of you are concerned with your child’s concerning behavior. you make quips while her fellow student had to be sent to the infirmary because of her actions,” the woman’s voice is grave and authoritative, cutting through the lackadaisical attitude swirling around satoru. his posture never changes, but you can see the moment his spine straightens. “the child’s parents are demanding she be expelled.”
“what’s ‘expelled’?”
“i’ll explain it to you later, my love,” you whisper.
“sheesh, these old geezers are all the same,” he whistles, rolling his eyes.
“excuse me?” she demands, turning red.
“what my heart means to say,” you hiss through clenched teeth, cutting a glare so dark at him that his grin falters. though you’ll have no control over it later, it’s no secret the path you want for your little girl. you have not mistaken the abnormal luminescence in her eyes for anything but what it is, what it will develop into. she inherited her father’s powers, and it’s important that you give her even the tiniest semblance of a normal life. going to a good school with children on the outside, at least at first, is the first step to that. “is that surely, this can be handled with leniency? we still do not know what was said to cause her to react this way and-”
“it does not matter what was said,” the principle barks. “our academy has no need for violence, nor… a peculiar like her who-”
“if i were you, i would be careful with your words,” satoru’s voice lowers and he leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “it’s her first offense, ain’t it? she’s five. just let her apologize to the kid and suspend her for a couple of days, if you gotta.”
“if not,” he drawls, standing up and stretching his arms casually. you know it’s time to leave when satoru starts threatening people— you hold out your hand to your daughter so that she can take it before grasping onto satoru’s sleeve and hauling him towards the door, too. “i may suddenly become interested in a transfer and a promotion.”
you almost roll your eyes because he doesn’t even have a real license to teach.
“you are over the line, sir. you must know that threats-”
“think about it!”
and then, he grins one last time at the gobsmacked principle as you begin hauling your two troublemakers out of the office.
each of your daughter’s tiny pinky fingers are curled around one of you and satoru’s as you all walk home afterwards, linked together. she still looks so crestfallen, so guilty it almost makes gojo chuckle, but he settles for an amused grin cocked to one side of his glossy lips. she keeps sighing exaggeratedly, and there is never any denying whose daughter she is.
“soooo,” satoru is the one to ask, surprisingly. he usually lets you play the villain in the storybook before bedtime. “what did the brat say that made you knock him out with a right hook, princess? hitting without a reaaaally good reason is bad. i think i forgot to add that in my lesson last time.”
it’s the question that’s been brewing in the back of your mind as well— why did your gentle baby girl get into a playground brawl with another student? has she been displaying this behavior at school all along? you knew that satoru training her before she could even read a book properly was a horrible idea, but you had wanted to compromise with him since you had decided she would be raised away from sorcerers during her childhood.
“the left one,” she mumbles the correction, sniffling dejectedly. “i already- i already said him kept saying mean stuff.”
“like what, baby?” you encourage softly, reaching down to swipe a stray tear that rolls down her cheek. you bite your lip, trying to figure out how to approach the beginning of a lesson on how to direct her negative emotions away from lashing out, and into something more rational. “you can tell me and dada, if you’re comfortable with it.”
“yep! we’re perfect at keeping secrets too.”
“him said that mama wasn’t my real one because i look like a fweak and mama and dada does too. ‘cause i got these stupid dumb blue eyes and stupid dumb white hair that nobody else got. ‘s what they allllll say. ‘cause i’m ugly.”
oh.
satoru’s head lifts a little, and the two of you share a look over her head. anger courses through your veins like liquid fire, ending in hot tears bubbling up in your eyes, and suddenly you aren’t interested in reprimanding your child for defending herself. satoru’s fist clenches until his knuckles turn white, hidden in the pocket of his slacks.
you aren’t idiots— you knew that she would be treated differently, in any school. with you being a foreigner, and satoru having unnatural looks himself, there’s no denying that she sticks out like a sore thumb amongst other children in her class with her snowy white hair and her tiny tinted, prescription goggles that people ask questions about, because while she has the six eyes, she doesn’t know how to use it properly yet and her eyesight is bad because of it.
still, the thought of you missing something is heart wrenching. your baby girl is always cheerful when you or satoru or both pick her up from school at the end of the day, chatting animatedly and showing off her creations from class, but maybe … maybe that was because she was relieved to be home again, surrounded by her favorite things and her loving parents, rather than spending hours a day with people who treated her like she was less than human.
“c’mere, princess,” satoru says, bending at the waist to hoist her off the ground. he perches her up on his arm, letting his shades slide down so that she can look into his eyes. you step a little closer after that, placing a hand on her back for support but you’ll speak to her later when the two of you have a little gossip before bed like you do each night, girl to girl. but right now, satoru is just what she needs. “favorite things that are blue like your eyes? shoot.”
“squirtle!”
“good job, princess. what else?”
she takes great care in huffing, her lower lip stuffing out into a pout, lifting a finger to tap the lens of gojo’s shades, “your eyes.” and then she points to the wedding ring on your finger, with a delicate aquamarine stone set in the middle. she always loved playing with it as a baby. “and mama’s ring.” she thinks for another moment. “and the sky!”
“good job. favorite things that are white like your hair? go!”
a little smile plays on the corners of your lips as you listen to them. satoru is eerily good at parenting when he wants to be, and already she’s swinging and humming because he introduced her to a game of listing her favorite things that looks like her.
“oh-! ice cream, and… and, megumi-nii’s ps5, and.. and.. your hair, dada!” she cheers, her little voice full of excitement as she bounces up and down.
“you’re so good at this. all those things look different from you, don’t they? but they’re pretty to you anyway, right?”
“yep!”
“so… come on here, help your old man out,” he prompts. “what does that make you?”
“i’m pretty too?”
“that’s right. you got a buy one get one free, you know! you got your mama’s beauty and you got six eyes, when most kids only have two! they’re just jealous.” he insists. “they all are.”
“i have six?” she asks in wonder, and just like that she’s on board, her eyes going round and wide behind her goggles. he nods, reaching up to ruffle her little plaits with a grin. then he glances over at you, switching your daughter over to hold with his other arm so that he can pull you close, loop a long arm protectively around your shoulders as you walk and just like that, he’s holding both of his favorite girls.
“yep, and they’re the prettiest eyes ever, this much prettier than your dada’s,” you singsong, cracking a grin and spreading your arms out as a makeshift measurement.
“i’m prettier than you, dada!” she giggles, and it means the world to see her spirits lifted once more.
“you’re the prettiest in the world, jellybean. never let anyone tell you otherwise.” you pinch her cheek, earning one of those sweet giggles from her. “our pretty, special baby girl.”
later on tonight, you’ll have a more serious conversation with her about how though the world will sneer and treat her differently because she doesn’t look like society expects her to, she is beautiful despite it all. that she is a product of love, of the most ardent kind. and heart, and happiness. that she is the best thing in the world and you would not trade her for anybody else. tomorrow, you’ll be raising hell against that school for letting children bully your daughter, for a child having to defend herself against discrimination. but right now, the last thing you say after the school calls and says that your five-year-old got into a fight with another student during recess is “let’s get you ice cream that looks like you to celebrate causing your first black eye!”
let’s talk men who love to satisfy your oral fixation!!! after telling him your embarrassing secret that you almost always have to have something in your mouth he was moreee than obliged to meet your needs—whether it was buying numerous lollipops for you to suck on or shoving his semi hard dick in your mouth while he mindlessly scrolled on his phone. but your favorite? his fingers. they were so long and slender it was impossible for you not to get addicted!!! normally lollipops would satisfy you but on days where you were stressed and overstimulated what you really needed was his fingers shoved down your throat while he told you how pretty you were :((( and that’s exactly what he’d do!! he’d have you on his lap, chest to chest while his thumb gently traced your plump, glossed up lips. “‘nother rough day sweet thing?” he’d whisper slowly inserting his thumb into your awaiting mouth. he didn’t need an answer ever—he just knew by the pout on your face and the way you’d pick at your clothes that you needed some extra lovin’ from him that he was more than willing to give. after a few moments of you sucking his thumb he’d whisper a soft, “ready for more angel?” to which you’d nod your head quickly. in a flash you’d be cradled in his arms, his index and middle finger halfway inserted into your mouth meanwhile praises would be flying from his mouth left and right. “such a pretty girl….smart too. i’m the luckiest man in the world aren’t i?” ah how you loved to be called his pretty girl. usually you’d end up falling asleep due to him playing with your hair but, on days where you were feeling even needier than usual the same fingers that were in your mouth would be knuckles deep in your pussy while his mouth was pressed against yours and you’d be sucking on his tongue ofc bc ur insatiable.
— eren, JEAN, reiner, toji, GOJO, CHOSO, rindou, izana, HANMA, DRAKENNNN, rengoku, tengen, AIZAWA, and yk what i’m gonna put hange too bc they’d definitely pamper you to the fullest extent >:(
a/n: this is me being self indulgent and having a lil fun so forgive the shitposting but also feedback is always appreciated mwah
eren loves the shit out of nature documentaries you'll leave him alone one saturday night and you'll come back to find him sprawled on the couch watching life of mammals or some shit on netflix lmao you'd be on a date and he'd get suddenly excited enough to hit you with random facts like “btw did you know that the average blood pressure of a giraffe is around 300/190?” he'd literally barge in rooms with a “babe omg hummingbirds are like the only birds that can fly backwards” and you'd just be sitting on the toilet with a very unimpressed look but he's cute 12/10 would make a good park ranger or whatever
armin is lowkey obsessed with youtubers like he legitimaly sits down and watches hours on end of unboxing/reaction videos or travel vlogs jfc and it's always the dumb stuff ya know like person x unboxing the same phone in 10 different colors or person y reacting to drake's new single and THAT controversial lyric. it's exhausting really he'd be in bed at 3am still going through chrissy's 27 min travel vlog about some bali vacation gone wrong and don't even get me started on drama and internal feuds or breakups oh my god he has a whole playlist of breaking my silence videos on youtube to keep track of who's said what so he can pick the best side
you've introduced jean to the world of fandoms and fanfiction and at first he was all like nah that's too weird but now he has his own ao3 account and eats the weirdest most hilarious shit up, will also use acquired terms in the wrongest way like you'd be watching bridgerton together and he'd suddenly nod to himself with a OOOO TRIGGER WARNING THEY BOUT TO FUCK lmao he's obsessed tbh his twitter is filled with commentary on random chapters he's screenshot and that I WILL GO DOWN WITH THIS SHIP titanic gif posted over and over again like no honey you will not we've moved past that 10 years ago
oh god connie is such a chronic playlist creator he'd have one for EVERYTHING and he genuinely spends hours selecting the perfect most appropriate songs and titles for each one, you best believe before you first started dating he's made one for you called “i like you idgaf about your boyfriend” which came with a weird ass mix of sweet stuff like just the way you are by bruno mars and cash shit by megan thee stallion lmaooo he's so random he thinks he's good at it too and you don't have the heart to tell him that “get down dirty bedroom sexy lapdance music” ain't a good title. it's kinda attractive that he's not a music snob tho like he'd be blasting country music classics while cooking, rap mixtapes when he's taking a shower or full on broadway showtunes when driving, he also has a cute voice that cracks on higher notes but it secretly turns you on how deep in the moment he is while screaming to defying gravity in the car
levi gets a weird kick out of serial killer documentaries or real footage of their interviews/trials, also listens to A LOT of true crime podcasts and TAKES NOTES about the most interesting cases to check if he'd be able to solve the unsolved ones and he'd always test you as well? you'd be reading a book in bed and he'd plop next to you with a dead serious look on his face asking shit like “would you help some random guy with a cast on his arm carry his bags?” 🤨 out of the blue like ?????? baby that's kinda weird can you not but it's really just him trying to flex his big big brain thank fuck he's not an actual cop he'd be insufferable (and way less hot)
to absolutely no one's surprise reiner's guilty pleasure has to do with you, the man's all about you (and hockey), you've asked him to take a bath with you once and now not a single motherfucking week goes by without him looking at you big big puppy eyes asking “bath???” most evenings after work. it doesn't even have to lead to anything he's just content basking in warm water and bubbles with you in his lap, he gets to massage shampoo into your scalp if you want to wash your hair and is now a pro at creating the perfect atmosphere with oils and dimmed lights and omg don't even get me started on candles, he's memorized your favorite scents and now also has his own preferences, catch him walking around a yankee candle store at least twice a month, girls working there ask this big scary grumpy guy if he needs help and he'd reply with the softest most polite & specific hi hello yes actually i need to stock up on sparkling cinnamon and snow globe wonderland tyvm
porco 100% checks his naked self out in the mirror lmaooo i know this shouldn't count as something people wouldn't believe he'd do but it's kinda a guilty pleasure i guess??? he finds putting clothes on a lil depressing and knows he's hot. sometimes you'd catch him doing that after showering and the man would be so fucking thirsty for compliments cause what is he supposed to do with muscles and abs and prominent biceps if you won't drool over them a little? he's annoying & also gets soooo whiny if you don't indulge him like :( do you not think your dashing boyfriend is cute :( while flexing, also always tries to convince you to take your clothes off as well for “inspection purposes” to which you simply flick his forehead lol whether you end up pressed against that very mirror 10 minutes later it's between you and him xoxo
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Loving Eren is not easy, it isn't the hardest thing you've done in your life either. When he asked you to move in with him, you felt genuine happiness, healthy excitement as he helped you carry every box for hours on end, giddy amusement when he took your face in his hands, kissed you and smiled brightly after parking your suitcase in his living room, emerald eyes shining with pure joy as he proudly announced there's a jug of fresh homemade lemonade in the fridge, help yourself roomie.
Loving Eren mostly means eating breakfast in bed when it's gloomy outside, carefully picking which movie to watch on your couch while he's attempting and usually failing at cooking hamburgers, dragging him to museum dates cause you allow him to drag you to his football matches, enjoying his genuine interactions with your friends, showering together at night, having his hands draw lazy shapes on your skin while he's too tired to even keep his eyes open.
But loving Eren becomes difficult quite easily, for the silliest reasons. He always leaves the toilet seat up and claims that it's not really a big deal, he absolutely refuses to turn the light off as he's leaving a room cause I'm gonna be back in like five minutes, puts the basically empty carton of milk back in the fridge cause he's simply too lazy to thow it in the trash. But the thing you two argue about the most, is his messiness.
Now, you're probably even messier. It's fine, no problem in admitting that. However, at least you have the decency to be honest about it and, most importantly, not criticize his ass. A courtesy he simply doesn't reciprocate.
“Babe”, he casually says, condescension dripping like honey from his tone. So much that you have to brace yourself, take a deep breath in.
“Can you pick up your socks from the floor at your earliest convenience? No rush, I just accidentally stepped on them. Cause, like, they're on the floor”.
Can you pick up deez nuts?
“Of course, babe. Hey, is that one of your beer bottles from last night right there, next to my books? And remember when I found one of your boxers hanging from that chair, in the kitchen, last week?”, you don't even look up from the magazine you're reading, casually flipping through it as he snorts.
“You didn't seem to mind my boxers being off in the kitchen when I–”
“Do not finish that sentence”.
“Bent you over the counter”.
Grip on the magazine tightens ever so slightly.
“At least I collect my underwear, even after you throw it across the room. Any room”.
“Do you always have to do this? Not everything is a competition”, he grumbles.
“So you agree, it would be easier to just shut up about it”.
“Why would I shut up about something that clearly bothers me?”
“Because you don't get to be bothered by something you do as well”.
Eren rolls his eyes.
“The difference being I don't mind it when you tell me to pick something up”.
You finally look at him, incredulous.
“Yeah, you literally don't mind. Meaning you never end up actually doing it”.
“When's the last time you told me to do something and I overreacted like you're doing right now and every other time?”
Magazine's back on the coffee table in the blink of an eye.
“You're asking me when's the last time you overreacted?”, you ask, lips extended in an entertained smile.
“When you told me to do something”, he articulates the words slowly, not appreciating the implications of your amused question.
“Okay. Let's see. When I asked you to fold your clothes before putting them in the drawer. When I told you that you snore and maybe it's time to get your sleep apnea checked. Or was it when I requested that you paused your dumb game to help me clean the house cause your brother was coming over for dinner?”
“You know damn well you can't pause virtual game night”, he protests and you scoff.
“Do you and Jean actually believe that giving it a name makes it sound less stupid?”
Eren sighs, back pressed once again against the backrest of the couch.
Armin
“You're so annoying”, he childishly complains, bringing a triumphant smile to your face as you lean over to get your magazine again.
The keys rattle loudly as you let them fall in the small basket you keep on the cabinet in the entrance of your house. He's silent as he stands behind you, quietly observing how you take your heels off and just leave them there to proceed towards the bathroom, not even bothering to put your slippers on.
“Y/n?”, he softly calls.
Your stern gaze finds his apologetic one in the mirror and you squeeze the makeup remover wipe in your hand just a little tighter.
“I'm not mad at you”.
“You're partly mad at me".
Eyeliner and eyeshadow come off easily with a a few, gentle wipes of your hand.
“Yes”, you admit and Armin sighs deeply. He settles to patiently wait for you to remove your makeup, cleanse your face and finish your usual night routine. You find him sitting on your bed, the top three buttons of the clean shirt he had put on open, dark green tie he had carefully picked loosened around his neck.
“Can I stay the night?”, he asks hesitantly and you almost, almost break right then and there.
“You know you don't have to ask", and that's something that's never gonna change, no matter how upset you are. It's never enough to be away from him.
“I'm sorry”, Armin mutters slowly as you wearily sit on the bed next to him.
“Why didn't you tell me?”, the accusation in your tone is stronger than you expect but, truth is, you are mad. Terribly mad.
“They're your friends”, his explanation is so simple it makes your blood boil.
“They're some of my friends. And I don't care. You should've said something, you should've done something”.
“I didn't want to upset you, they don't have to necessarily like me, it's not a-”
“I swear to god if you're about to say that it's not a big deal-”
“But it really isn't, baby. I don't care”.
Oh, Armin.
“Well I care, 'Min. And what if they don't like you? Do they get to treat you like shit? What if your friends didn't like me, would you allow Eren to-”
“No”, his interruption is firm, void of hesitation, and your features can't help but soften.
“I know. And I also know you don't like conflict. But you have to stand up for yourself, I'm so sick of you seeing in everyone what you don't see in yourself”.
He shuffles nervously in his seat and you sit closer, close enough for your hands to cup his face and force his reluctant blue irises to focus on you.
“You should care, if people close to me don't like you. Cause I like you a lot and I wish you could make that clear to every asshole I happen to have went to college with”.
He smiles a little and you sweetly kiss his nose as his arm closes around you waist to pull you closer. He's warm, and solid, and smells so nice and is simply the best person you've ever met and you're so lucky to have him love you. It just breaks your heart, how little he values himself. Armin would kick your boss', your brother's, his own best friend's ass if he so much as sensed any hint of mistreat directed at you; he just doesn't bother as much for himself. And you're definitely done allowing that.
“I don't want you to fight with your friends because of me”, he murmurs in your hair and you scoff.
“They're not my friends anymore. No, shut up, you don't get to have a say in that. Either you realize how much of a wonderful person you are or I'm telling Eren next time something like this happens. He'll defend your honor”.
Armin's nose scrunches up in disapproval and you chuckle, kissing his jaw.
“So you think more of your friends don't like me?”, the badly concealed urgency in his voice makes you laugh.
“I'm pretty sure Claire has asked me if you have a twin brother a hundred times. Stella loves you. Lucas is planning to invite you to a basketball game with his other friends, sorry for ruining the surprise, and I'm pretty sure Jesse would love to hit it”.
Connie
“Hit what?”, he asks, cheeks rosy with embarrassment, and you can't help but laugh again as you pull him in for the tightest hug you're able to provide.
You've never really believed in the whole best friends to lovers thing, that is until your best friend had started to get increasingly handsome, and actually funny, and shockingly mature. Well, within reason anyway. He's still your best friend, in the greatest and worst ways.
Connie is always the first to sense when something's off, he catches every slight, unusual crack in your voice through the phone, knows with incredible precision when to visit, hand holding two to three promising brown bags containing your favorite ice cream (the actual fancy branded one, not the one you usually pick at the market), a surprise dinner (italian, indian, chinese, mexican, you name it), three to five rented movie options for you to choose from, sometimes something unrelated and dumb that is only there with the purpose of making you crack a smile or, if he's feeling particularly confident, making you let out a full on laugh. Like that one time he had bought you a piggy bank, except it was shaped as a chicken and had a sign that said “For your egg-onomics”.
Connie loves you so much that you sometimes feel his love is enough for the both of you, but he stubbornly steps in at every sign of you “disrespecting my badass, hot girlfriend” to remind you that you're still your own person and he simply won't allow you to make him do all the work. He loves you so much he's happy to help you love yourself as well. And you feel grateful, cause even though he's someone you have known for so long, he still manages to surprise you. And you feel lucky, cause you two still get to grow together.
But sometimes, Connie is still your best friend, with all of his annoying habits. He still loves silently farting in bed and then pulling the sheets over your head to force you to smell it. He watches videos on his phone really loudly while sitting right next to you. Taps his fingers on any surface available. And, honestly, sometimes is so comfortable with you, has so much fun, he forgets you're his girlfriend and not another one of his friends.
“What's for dinner?”, he asks, slamming your cupboard shut as you're sitting at the kitchen table, working on your laptop.
“Nothing”, your reply is dry and his spider senses are activated right away.
“What's up?”, the question is cheery, almost mocking, as he loudly drags one of your chairs across the wooden floor to sit next to you.
“Why are you asking about dinner? You're going out with your friends, remember?”
Connie snaps his fingers.
“Right! Wanna tag along?”
You stop typing for a second.
“To the last minute plan you've made without informing me? Hard pass”.
“Dude, come on, don't be like that! I just forgot to tell you, do you wanna track all my movements or something?”, he grins.
“You were the one who called me yesterday to ask if we could spend the evening together, dude”.
His mouth hangs open for a second, realization dawning on him. He's not the best at remembering things, or plans, or promises, something he's been trying to work on. And failing.
“Damn. I'm sorry, man. I'll call Sasha and tell her-”
“Don't, man. Go and have fun, I have work to do anyway”.
“Now I'm confused. Are you upset cause I've made plans or cause I'm not calling you any corny nicknames?”
You sigh, feeling a headache rising up to your temples.
“Don't know, might be nice to be called something that wouldn't make me feel like one of your baseball teammates for once”.
He leans over the table, your gaze automatically finding his.
“Okay. Can you forgive me, bunny?”, he fights it so hard but an entertained smile stretches his lips anyway.
You seriously hope your grimace is terrifying enough for him to stop.
“I take it back”, you hiss, but it's only an invitation for him to take your face in his hands and squeeze it until your lips reach the perfect level of kissability.
“Say that you love me, pumpkin”.
“Connie!", you whine, but he kisses you again with a sloppy sound that makes you roll your eyes with amusement.
“Come on, baby cakes. Say that you love me even if I'm dumb and I forget everything”.
“Yourenotdumb”, you manage to let out, cheeks still squeezed as he pecks them again, one, two, three, four times, until you're both laughing and you're squeezing his face as well.
“Maybe a little dumb”, you declare and it's his turn to roll his eyes.
“But you love me?”, he pouts, big puppy eyes staring into your soul as you playfully lick his nose and he pulls away with a fake, disgusted frown.
“I love you. Have fun, tell Sasha and Jean I said hi”, you surrender and he grins that wide grin of his as he gets up and goes around the table to pull you into a bear hug.
Jean
“I love you more, angel pie!”
Whenever he looks at you, Jean is reminded of how impossibly magical being in love actually feels. When he's out of the shithole that is the office he works in, he gets to stop by your favorite shop to pick flowers you'll hopefully like. When it's summer, he'll buy two popsicles from a supermarket that's too far from your apartment and it doesn't matter how fast he runs, they melt every single time. He has someone to cook for, someone who gently places cups of coffee next to his laptop when he's on a phone call, someone who takes care of him when he's sick and never complains when he gets clingy cause you're firm in your "there's no such thing as too much cuddling” policy.
He loves loving you and feels the luckiest human on earth whenever he remembers that, for some weird astral conjunction, you happen to love him as well. It's just that, on small, specific occasions, when Jean looks at you, love is not exactly the first thing he thinks about.
“Baby”, he clears his throat as you keep singing along to whatever obscene country song the radio is responsible for.
“Baby you're a song, you make me wanna roll my windows down and cruise!”, there's no sign of you hearing him as your fingers mindlessly drum on the steering wheel.
“Honey”, he tries again and this time you look at him behind your sunglasses, lips extended in a smile so beautiful he just has to smile as well.
“Yes?”
“Could you maybe slow down a little?”
Jean can practically feel your eyes rolling all the way to the back of your skull as you reply with a stern oh my god, don't start.
“I'm just here to politely remind you that this is an automatic and quite old ford fusion, not a lamborghini”, he continues, trying his best not to sound annoying. If he wanted to annoy you, he could've pointed out the alarmingly high number of empty water bottles, old bags, two half-eaten sandwiches and the backpack he had to move to be able to find a free spot in the passenger seat.
“Babe, just relax!”
“I'm trying”, he replies tiredly, making you chuckle.
“You sure got the beat in my chest bumpin', hell, I can't get you out of my head”, you're singing again and it takes everything in him not to look for a different channel right away cause perhaps not even his love for you is a motivation strong enough to tolerate country music.
“Hey, isn't that Armin over there?”
Jean's eyes shot up as you intently look over to your left, almost leaning out of the window.
“Ohmygodcanyoulookahead?!”, he practically shouts and you jump in your seat, bringing a hand to your chest.
“Christ, will you calm down?”
“I can't calm down if you're not focused on the road!”
“Jean, I am focused!”
And, almost as to underline your absolute concentration, your foot slams on brakes seconds before the car can smash through the one in front of you.
“Fucking hell”, he mutters, hand running through his hair in disbelief.
You snort, impatient.
“It's your fault for making me nervous”.
“If you hadn't been so focused on looking at Armin, you would've noticed that car braking like half an hour ago and maybe you could've also been able to stop acelerating!”
“Why don't you drive, then?”
“Believe me, nothing would make me happier!”
He should've guessed. You're certainly dramatic enough to actually pull over and wait for him to take your seat before climbing in his, arms crossed, frown still hidden behind your sunglasses.
You both remain silent for the rest of the journey and Jean waits until he's finally able to park your car a little far from your house to speak again. As he turns the engine off, he doesn't unlock the doors, searching for your gaze.
“I'm sorry if I came out aggressive. I'm just anxious”, he murmurs, gently grabbing your chin to make you look at him.
“You're not anxious when Armin drives”.
“Baby, I love you with the intensity of a thousand burning suns, but do you honestly think you two have the same... style?”
“What is that supposed to mean?”, you gasp, incredulous.
He sighs.
“You're just... a tiny bit more adventurous”.
“Clearly? It's called being fun!”
“But I don't want fun rides, I prefer safe ones”, his tone is so apologetic it almost makes you laugh. Almost.
“Fine. I won't pick you up from work or anywhere else ever again. In fact, why don't you take my car? You can own two, just like Eren who, by the way, never once complained about my driving style”.
Duh, because he's just as fucking crazy behind the wheel.
“Why don't we compromise?”
You narrow your eyes, waiting for him to continue.
“You promise to be the tiniest bit less fun and more careful when giving me a lift. And I promise to be less of a pain in your ass”.
Reluctantly, you sigh.
“You're never a pain in my ass, idiot. I'll do my best to improve”.
With a hand on the nape of your neck, he brings you in for a kiss. You don't pull back, which means you're not that mad at him.
Jean loves you, he truly does, remembering that gets just a bit harder whenever you're driving.
a/n: inspired by @meowzfordayz and her wonderful hcs! got a bit carried away lol these are too long but i hope you enjoy anyway :)
eren secretly freaks tf out but is too embarrassed to admit it. you wake up to the pressure of his hands not so subtly traveling across different parts of your belly and hips, the coolness of his fingertips on your bare skin making you shiver. “eren? what're you doing?” you ask, confused, your own hands closing around his wrists to delicately move them away. but he resists your push, his fingers stubbornly finding their way to the familiar albeit faded scar residing right above your hip bone. “sorry. didn't mean to wake you” his voice cracks, which is enough to prompt you to sit up. “tell me what's wrong” you take one of his hands and squeeze twice, your secret way to communicate that everything's fine. eren's big eyes search for signs of distress or pain in yours but all he finds is genuine concern and grogginess. he relaxes and weakly squeezes your hand right back. “bad dream. it's stupid, let's just go back to sleep” but of course you see right through his fake composure and pull him in for a hug, gently hushing the trembling exhale that tickles your neck as his arms close around you. “you're okay” he whispers to himself and you hum in confirmation, nodding against his shoulder. “i am. the only thing truly hurting me is your snoring”. he huffs at that, covertly thankful you're still there to give him a reason to roll his eyes
lol armin will not be there when you wake up in the middle of the night, senses alert bc of the unusually cold, empty spot next to you. he doesn't reply when you call him so you're forced to get up and explore the whole floor, bathroom to study, until you hear some muffled sniffling coming from downstairs and you rush to the living room, heart in your throat. “armin??? are you okay? what happened??” he's curled into himself on the couch but as he hears your voice he lifts his head, heavy groan crawling up from his throat because what the fuck, why are you awake? he hates hates hates the idea of you seeing him like this for the nth time, always so stupid and helpless now with tear stained cheeks too for something that's not even real. “nothing” his defensive tone startles you and he regrets it immediately, sigh heavy as he tiredly rubs his temples, a sign of surrender and vulnerability that draws you in until you're sitting next to him, warm hand closing on his knee. “what if i brew some tea? we still have some cookies left” you speak gently and his gaze softens, guilt already bubbling in the pit of his stomach. “it's 2am” “and?” “you have to work tomorrow” “and??”. so he ends up brewing the tea instead and you simply won't talk about what happened until the next morning, after a fair amount of the night before was spent sharing homemade peanut butter cookies with armin taking your hand to press gentle kisses to your wrist from time to time <3
oh my god jean 100% feels too stupid to mention it or letting a dumb dream upset him once he's awake and can physically see you and touch you as you're making breakfast together, he's also too proud to admit how horrible it felt to see your body get so rigid, your skin too cold, eyes void of their usual light. so he doesn't mention it. but you can tell something is off: he's more attentive than usual (when has he ever pushed you away from the toaster bc you might bet burned?) he's extremely touchy-feely (more than usual lol it's fine for him to have his arms wrapped around you as you're rinsing a fork but not letting go? not even allowing you to turn off the stove, at the expense of his precious eggs, now at risk of charring??) so of course your spider senses detect that something isn't quite right and you interrogate him over breakfast, just as he casually plays with your fingers and quite uncomfortably tries to eat with his left hand. “what d'you mean i'm being weird? that how you accept my unconditional love?” he has you rolling your eyes a number of times before he shrugs with a “had a nightmare last night, no biggie” “did something happen to me?” “yeah, no need to take the piss, i know it's dumb”. a fond smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you shrug as well. “wasn't gonna take the piss. if something happened to you in one of my dreams, i'd probably freak out” “oh thank god” jean forces you up from your chair in a split second and pulls you in the tightest hug in recorded history lol
well connie will definitely blurt it out and attempt to downplay it at the same time lmao don't even get me started you'll wake up and he'd be in the kitchen making coffee greeting you with something like “g'morning! btw i dreamed you died last night hahaha isn't that so stupid??? you were dead dead, like R.I.P you, right in my arms” and you're standing there like 🤨🤨🤨 “i'm glad you thought that was funny?” “so funny, i even cried a little when i woke up haha you were sleeping right next to me and i was tearing up like a dumbass omg did i mention how still you were???” his emotional responses are all sorts of fucked up tbh. connie doesn't always know how to react to things and unexpected situations and complicated feelings bc he's so used to being the cheerful comic relief but somewhere underneath all the sunshine he carries around there's actual fear. connie is actually scared, all the time. of the ocean, of loneliness, of losing those who are dear to him, of being too much and not nearly enough at the same time. he has his own ways of dealing with fear and they're not always ideal. so you delicately take the clutched phone from his hands and peck his lips once, twice, each kiss lasting longer than the former until he takes your face in his hands and just keeps it there, forehead resting on yours. “i'm here. and you're a stupid idiot for calling yourself a dumbass”. he chuckles at that, which makes you smile. “promise you'll stay alive long enough to call me a stupid idiot a million more times?” “yes, if you wash the dishes”
i mean of course levi is mad. lol. at himself, bc he was not able to protect you in his dream and at you bc where tf are you??? he's petrified sitting up in (a very much empty) bed, mentally gives himself 3 seconds before he allows irrational panic to kick in but thank fuck you flush the toilet 1,5 seconds later, wash your hands and come back to your shared bedroom to find the grumpy man you're in love with glaring daggers your way, scowl so deep you hesitate by the door, silently wondering what you did wrong. were you being so tossy and turny you woke him up? did you take more than your share of blankets? did you accidentally punch him in the face? (it has happened and he was surprisingly nice about it lol). “i'm sorry” you blurt out, cautious as you climb onto your bed again, slipping your legs underneath the covers. “what are you apologizing for?” his voice sounds weird, which freaks you out even more. “not sure” you tilt your head “but you look mad”. levi huffs, features softening. “was it sleep kicking? or did i fart? you know edamame gives me real bad gas—” “you did not fart” he runs a hand through his hair, simultaneously exhausted and biting back an incredulous smile. “you died” he blurts it out but saying it out loud sucks so badly that he clenches his fists and you don't really know how to react. “i couldn't do shit about it. you just died. t'was horrible and i know it's not your fault and it was just a dream but...” “i'm sorry i died” your soft reply interrupts his babbling and prompts another snort. “stop apologizing” “what can i do, then?”. levi inspects your features attentively and takes your hand underneath the covers, intertwining his fingers with yours. “promise you won't do it again” he goes along with your silliness and you smile, nose rubbing against his, barely audible whisper of a “promise” before kissing him
porco will never and i mean never tell you what's up lmao his dumbass would rather die than admit a dream has had the power to affect him at all. he's a grown up™ and rational™ enough to discern reality from fantasy and guess what?? his current reality = you roaming around the house to cook, do the laundry, jokingly mock his housework skills as he vacuums rooms missing entire spots and breaks yet another glass in the sink (“stfu the sponge was too damn soapy it slipped” ) but honestly? porco doesn't even notice how much he stares the day after his nightmare. not just in the morning, he literally can't cast his eyes away from you for the entire day. he's 12 so as soon as you mention it he gets defensive lol like you'll be on the couch with your legs on his lap as he watches something on his laptop, you're reading a book and you'll say something along the lines of “ya know you've been staring a lot today” and he'll automatically reply “yeah?? cuz you're ugly” which only confirms your hunch. “don't be an ass, why were you staring??” “just told you?” “porco” “that's my name, don't wear it out” he's so infuriating honestly but eventually your persistence does wear him down enough to elicit one true response: “because i wanted to make sure you're actually here”. you tilt your head, confused frown that makes him bite back a smile. “what does that even mean?? where else would i be? are you high?” “high on you, babe” lmao yeah he won't tell you how horrible and scary and wrong it was to see your body get so still and your eyes suddenly unwilling to open and your hands not squeezing his back no matter how much he screamed and called for you and cursed and cried. why would he? porco can discern reality from fantasy. as you jokingly poke his side with your sock-clad foot and laugh as he grabs it to nibble at your ankle, he's grateful af for his reality :)
reiner instantly wakes you up lol he's too shaken to think straight and can't handle the pounding of his heart nor the cold sweat coating his forehead tbh. you freak out as well bc he looks like shit so you think he's not feeling well -> it's 30 entire seconds of back and forth (“are you okay?” “are you okay??” “why are you shaking???” “why are you sweating????”) until you can sense his stress is about to grow into a full on anxiety attack and you take his giant, cold, clammy hands in yours, squeezing hard enough to ground him. “baby, breathe with me. i'm right here, okay? just like that. deep and slow”. it doesn't matter that he squeezes back hard enough to hurt you. “you're doing great! wanna count with me?”. he closes his eyes and you both count to ten out loud, three times before he looks at you again and the crude fear that was in his gaze is long gone, leaving space to relief and slight embarrassment. “don't apologize” you cut him off right as his lips part “are you okay? can you wait for me? i'll go grab some water and—” he interrupts you right back by slotting his mouth to yours, with a kiss so feverish your brain shortcircuits. deaf to your protests, he will keep murmuring nonsense against your lips, an endless progression of i'm sorry, you're fine, i'm sorry, i love you, thank god, i love you so much. when you're allowed to catch your breath at last he presses one last kiss to your forehead and you're finally able to connect the dots. much like armin, he doesn't enjoy being so weak and emotional so often around you, but he also knows you feel strongly about him being so hard on himself. you won't have it. so reiner silently accepts and is oh so grateful for each sweet reassuring word you whisper to the shell of his ear, knowing all too well that nightmares have nothing on your i'm here and i'm never leaving and i know i'm safe with you
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