Request For Reader Reacting To Levi Being Seriously Injured And Taking Care Of Him (or Levi Protecting

request for reader reacting to Levi being seriously injured and taking care of him (or Levi protecting reader) I know you’ve done some requests with the reader protecting Levi and it’d be nice to have one where it’s the opposite :)

A/N: uhh this kinda went off topic to your prompt but i hope you enjoy nonetheless. also this somehow ended up at 4.5k idk how

Small Price

(Y/N) opens her eyes, squinting as the golden beam of light attacks her face. Once the fogginess that clouds her vision fades away, she slowly turns around. A soft smile is one her face as she is met with the rare sight of her sleeping husband, Levi. Her gaze shifts to his chest and her smile vanishes, replaced by a look of sadness and pain. 

It starts at his right shoulder, trailing down his side and then curving left. It slopes down, disappearing beneath his black pants but she knows it stops at his left hip. It’s long and narrow, a clean swipe. She bites back a sob as her eyes repeatedly trail over the hideous mark.

He got that scar because of her. 

It’s worse than any other mark he has on his body, and it’s all her fault.  She feels the hot sensation behind her eyes but wills the tears back. Unable to look at it any longer, she tears her eyes away from his chest and sits up. As she moves to get up, a pair of arms wrap around her waist.

“Where do you think you’re going?” His gruff voice calls out to her.

“I’m going to make tea.” She answers, trying to pry his arms away from her body but he tightens his grip.

“Do that later, it’s still early. Cuddle me.” He says playfully, nuzzling his face into her lower back. 

Any other time she would’ve played along, she loves being in his arms. However, now it means she has to face what she did to him, and she knows she’ll break down. (Y/N) can’t have that. 

“Sorry Levi, not today.” She says, keeping her voice firm. 

“You’ve been saying that a lot.” Levi grumbles, relinquishing his hold on her. She bites the inside of her cheek at his answer. She has been brushing his attempts off for any sort of affection that would make her face his scar ever since that day. The day she messed up.

“Ah well, we can’t just stay in bed Levi. We’ve got things to do.” She adds a laugh towards the end, standing up and quickly shuffling to her closet. 

“Yeah yeah..,” She hears his annoyance. It’s ironic really. Normally she was the one that makes him stay in bed a little longer, but not anymore. Now she’s eager to not face him, avoiding any chance to see her mistake. 

As she changes into her clothes, his familiar presence is behind her. She’s pulled back to his body, his face buried into her neck. She may not initiate any forms of affection towards him now, but Levi sure did. He’s been showing more of his affection through his actions lately. 

(Y/N) squeaks as she feels his lips pepper her soft skin, occasionally nibbling. 

“L-Levi…,” 

The raven haired man only hums, his teeth grazing her neck. He bites down on her sweet spot, making her gasp. She wriggles out of his hold before he could leave a bruise. A dissatisfied noise leaves his lips.

“Not now Levi...people will see it…,” she says, her back still facing him.

Levi sighs behind her. “Then give me a kiss, you could at least do that.”

There’s a pause, his words churning inside her head. She does feel bad for the things she’s doing to him, essentially pushing him away when all he’s been doing is showing her his love. She could do a kiss, just to avoid his chest. Turning around, she tranfixes her eyes on his face. Then she kisses him, soft and sweet. She makes sure to turn around after they part.

“I’m going to go to the mess hall. I’ll make you tea too.” She gets a grunt as a response.

Leaving the room the clacks of the boots fill the air as she walks down the halls. Entering the kitchen, she takes out two tea cups and prepares the beverages. Soon she holds two cups of tea in her hands. Chatter lightens the atmosphere as she walks into the mess hall. Cadets begin to thunder down the corridors, eager to get their seats and talk with their friends. She smiles at Erwin who is already seated at the table, which he returns. Setting the cups down with a clink, she retrieves two trays of food.

“How are you doing (y/n)?” The Commander questions.

“Oh I’m doing well, how about you?” She replies, digging into her meal. 

“Tired mostly. Lots of proposals to look over.”

“You can pass some of them on to me if you’d like. A tired Commander isn’t a good one.” 

“Thank you for your offer, but Levi wouldn’t allow me to dump a lot of work on you.”

“You’re right about that.” 

Speak of the man himself. Levi slides in next to her, taking his teacup by the rim. She purposely avoids his gaze. Erwin watches them closely, his lips pursued. Before he could say anything, a voice the three were all too familiar with, much to Levi’s displeasure, makes itself known. 

“Hiya everyone!” The scientist chirps, plopping herself down next to Erwin. Levi mutters under his breath.

“Hello to you Hanji.” Erwin greets.

“Hi Hanji.” (y/n)  says with a smile, happy that she’s here. At least she keeps her mind off things and helps keep a conversation going. It was beginning to get awkward with the two men.

“Aww, aren’t you going to say anything Levi?” 

“No.” Levi deadpans. 

Hanji pouts. “Oh come on.”

He drags out a sigh. “Morning”

“Such a grouch you are.” She tsks, shaking her head. She turns her attention to the other female. “Anything you can do to make him less of a grumpy old man~?” She teases, a glint in her eyes. Levi tightens his grip on the cup and (y/n)’s afraid the force of his grip will shatter the cup.

“Uhh,” She doesn’t know what to say. 

“Oooh, I see I see.” She says suggestively.

“Hanji I will cut you with a fork if you don’t stop talking.” Levi says darkly. She places a hand over his, hoping to extinguish the fire in his nerves. Thankfully it does. His grip loosens, setting the cup down.

“Now Levi, no need for unneccessary murder.” Erwin joins in. Levi rolls his eyes. 

After breakfast, the superiors were getting ready to train the cadets. While (y/n) puts on her gear for ODMG training with her squad, Levi walks towards her. Immediately she trains her eyes on the ground.

“Are you feeling okay?” He inquires, his hand grasping hers. 

She stiffly nods. “Fine.”

“You think you can lie to me?” 

He hooks two fingers under her chin, tilting her head up. Concern swirls in his ashen hues.

“Talk.” He commands.

She swallows thickly. She can’t possibly tell him what’s really bothering her.

“Just a lot of things on my mind, that’s all.” She says, attempting a smile to quell his suspicions. 

“Care to tell what those things are? You haven’t been acting yourself lately.” Levi points out.

She racks her brain for a viable excuse, but even she knows that he’ll see right through her. 

“Really, it’s nothing you should worry about. Just girl things, you know?” She tries to move away but he pulls her into his embrace. She places her hands on his chest to steady herself, her heart beating vigorously. The fabric is the only thing keeping her from touching the scar physically, but she mentally traces it in her mind. Her heart twists painfully. Oh god, she has to get out of his hold. 

“As your husband, I have a right to know what’s bothering my wife. Now spit it out.” His eyes bore into her. His patience is wearing thin.

Thankfully, a savior in the form of an exuberant brunette saves the day.

“Shorty stop keeping (y/n) to herself! She has to train the cadets!” Hanji hollers.

Levi scowls, removing his arms from her frame, (y/n)  internally sighing in relief. 

“Damn shitty glasses.” He growls. 

“You heard her, I should get going.” 

After making sure she attached all her equipment, she hurriedly leaves the shed. She feels his gaze on her as she walks to the training grounds. 

~~~~

She sighs as she enters their room, making a beeline to the bathroom. Today was exhausting and not to mention very hot. Training under the sweltering heat was not fun. Her clothes stick to her skin due to the amount of sweat she produced and she’s disgusted. Some of the cadets even passed out from heat exhaustion which worried her greatly. It’s why she ended training early so the soldiers would be okay, but others not so much. Levi’s group is still training in the hellish heat. She  prays they’ll make it out okay. 

Peeling off her uniform and tossing it in a corner, she steps inside the bathtub. She turns on the shower, allowing the cool water to run down her body and cool her off. The cooling sensation on her skin is a welcome change. Soon, the heat dies down. (Y/N) stares at the bathtub, water dripping down her hair. Now it feels icy cold, too cold. Her arms go around her body, a choked sob escaping her lips. 

It’s coming back to her.

Levi’s and (Y/n)’s squad was tasked to scout around the perimeter for any titans since a few scouts reported of titans near the walls. It was strange since it was during nighttime that they were handed this assignment and normally titan sightings are rare during the night. 

“Man, this is creepy.” Jean comments as they ride around the perimeter. Their torches are the only source of light, along with the ethereal glow of the radiant moon above in the abyss. 

“Scared, horse-face?” Eren taunts.

She notices the twitch in Levi’s eyebrow. Quickly sensing his mood, She speaks up. “Eren, Jean, please don’t fight. We are on a mission right now and messing around is uncalled for.” 

“Yes ma’am!” They yell in unison. Thankfully, they stay quiet although they threw each other dirty looks. 

“What a bunch of brats.” Levi huffs. (Y/n) chuckles a little, moving her horse so she was closer to him. She places a hand over his.

“After one more round then we can go back. Just hold on for a little longer, okay?” 

“If those two start a fight again, I’m flinging them off the wall.” 

She could only shake her head at his words. She looks around, her eyes sharp for any sort of movement.

“I don’t know what those Scouts saw, but it looks pretty clear to me.” Connie says.

“Yeah, we haven’t seen anything so far. I think they were just spooked.” Armin reasons.

“Still better to be safe than sorry.” Christa pipes in. 

After doing their last rounds and confirming that nothing was out of place, they start to ride back. Suddenly everyone stops, their heads whipping around. There’s an odd presence.

She strains her ears to pick up on anything, but all she hears are the whispers of the wind. (Y/N) unsheathes her swords, everyone else doing the same. Something is going to happen soon. The anxiety that courses through her body causes her heart rate to spike, the adrenaline priming her body for action. She gulps. 

A barrel comes out of nowhere and explodes, a huge smoke cloud covering the group. It’s so thick that she couldn’t see Levi or the others.

“Is everyone alright!?” She calls out, frantically looking for Levi.

“Take them all out!” Levi barks.

The sound of metal clashing together rings in the air. Someone appeared in front of her, their swords ready to strike but she was quicker. Evading the hit she goes for their blind spot, cutting them down easily. Blood stains the lush grass. She catches a glimpse of her husband before having to take out some other culprits. Where were they coming from?

“There are more of them!” Jean shouts.

More and more goons came out of nowhere. With more firepower, it was proving difficult to cut them all down. As she is evading a hit, someone comes up behind her. Spinning on her heel, she trips them with her leg and cuts them down, turning back around to get the second culprit. Then they start to swarm everyone. (Y/n) cries out when she’s roughly pushed down to the ground, an explosion of pain in her shoulder.

The smoke is clearing, she could make out the other soldiers and Levi. They were all getting swarmed too. Getting back on her feet she takes out as many as she could. Then she makes a mistake.

She goes in for the kill but the guy moves out of the way. Her feet turned the wrong way, so there was an opening and she noticed that a second too late. The man has a feral grin on his face, his sword position to strike her. There was nothing she could do. She stared in horror as the man was about to cut her down.

There’s a flash of in front of her. (Y/n) widens her eyes as Levi appears in front of her just as the man brings his sword down. It happened so fast. The man brought his sword down, cutting Levi across his chest. A strangled noise escapes his lips, blood gushing from his wound. In the next instance the man falls dead.

(Y/N) didn’t even realize she was screaming.

“CAPTAIN!” Everyone shrieks.

Levi staggers back, his wife catching him in his arms. She collapses to the ground, holding his body close to her. His eyes are closed and his expression is one of pain. His breathing is ragged, his head rolling to the side.

“Levi! Levi, answer me please! Levi!” She cries out. 

Oh god the blood, there was so much blood. His blood. She takes off her cloak and wraps it around his body, hoping to stop the blood flow. The crimson stains her clothes and hands. She trembles uncontrollably, screaming at him to wake up. Tears cascade down her cheeks, falling onto his skin. 

“What do we do!?” Someone says and she wishes she has an answer. Her mind isn’t working, the gears malfunctioning. 

She sees a sliver of his ashen hues. “Levi!” her desperate plea rings out in the air.

“You..okay?” He manages to speak before squeezing his eyes shut again, a groan leaving his mouth. He’s asking if she’s fine when he’s the one with the wound? 

“Eren, Jean, help me get Levi on my horse! We’re going straight back!” She yells out, her voice strained. His body is growing cold. 

The boys do as they’re told and everyone quickly rushes back to HQ. Time is ticking for her husband and she’s never been more afraid in her life. Being held at gunpoint? Not even close. In the jaws of a titan? Perhaps, but still no. 

She positioned Levi to be in front of her, his head resting on her shoulder. She keeps her hands on his hips to steady him. Her heart is pounding, the sound ringing in her ears. Levi moans in pain, digging his face into her shoulder.

“Please, hold on.” Her voice cracks.

“(y/n)…,” his voice is slurred.

“We’re getting help, just hang on.” Her bottom lip quiver, a few stray tears sliding down her cheek.

She nearly broke down the door to the infirmary while Jean and Eren helped carry Levi in. She could only sit down with her head in her hands as she let the doctors work. God she was terrified. His blood was still on her clothes. The scene kept replaying in her mind, how he just jumped in front of her with no hesitation. It was tearing her apart.

A nurse comes out of the room. (Y/N) stands up, a hopeful look on her face. 

“He’s alright. Needs lots of rest though.”

She lets out the biggest sigh of relief. “May...I see him?” She asks slowly, each word heavier than the last. The nurse nods, moving out of the way for her.

(Y/N) walks inside the room and her breath hitches. It almost looks like he’s sleeping, a tranquil look on his face. Her eyes trail down to his chest, seeing the bloody bandages. She did that to him. Her legs give out when she reaches the bed. Laying her head on his stomach, rivers stream down her face.

“I’m sorry...oh god I’m so sorry..,” (Y/n) chants, the words filling the empty air. 

Her tears mix with the water, falling into the tub. She digs her fingers into her skin. It’s all her fault. He nearly died because of her. (Y/N)furiously rubs away the tears, but more continue to fall like rain falling from the sky. She tenses when she hears the bathroom door open, followed by the sound of rustling clothes. Snatching a bar of soap she washes herself. The curtain is pulled back, Levi standing behind her. 

“It was so fucking hot outside.” Levi mutters.

“Y-Yeah, it was.” 

She keeps looking down at the tub, rubbing the soap over her body. She squeaks when she feels his arms go around her waist, pulling her back to his chest. The soap nearly slips from her grasp. She puts it down to the side. (Y/N) gulps, feeling the roughness of the scar on her back. 

“You’re tense, did the brats do anything?” Levi hums, pressing his hands on her shoulders.

“No, they were fine.” She tries to keep her voice steady.

“Then what’s the reason?”

“It’s just the heat, making me feel all sorts of things. By the way, you shouldn’t have trained your team so hard in the heat.” She lightly scolds him, hoping to distract herself.

“They need to learn how to survive these kinds of conditions.” He reasons, his nose tracing her neck. His warmth breath sends shivers down her spine. His lips press against her skin, his fingers tracing patterns on her stomach. Her knees wobble, his touch making her melt. 

“It’s been some time since I had you to myself..,” He murmurs, his tongue tracing her ear.

“L-Levi…,” (Y/N) stutters. She won’t deny that she has missed these moments.

He spins her around and slams his lips onto hers. She grips his biceps as he kisses her deeply. Her eyes are closed, preventing her from seeing the mark. He releases her, pressing a thumb against her lips. Kissing her again, one arm slips around her waist while the other tangles itself in her wet locks. Losing herself in him, her hands knot themselves in his hair. They slide down his neck and then she freezes when her fingers make contact with the rough patch of skin on his right shoulder. Noticing this, Levi pulls away, his eyebrows furrowed.

“What’s wrong?”

“I…,” She doesn’t know what to say. She feels the tears again, the dam waiting to burst. 

“Hey, talk to me.” He speaks softly, cradling her face gently. 

“I...don’t feel good..,” She breathes, averting her gaze. It wasn't an entire lie. 

“Let’s get you to bed then.” 

Levi stops the water and steps out of the tub. She watches the droplet splash onto the tub, breathing deeply. It was her first time touching the scar and it tore her up. It’s nothing like his other scars on his body. It’s the scar that shouldn’t belong. 

Within minutes he returns, a large towel in his hands. Wordlessly he covers her with the towel, bringing her out of the tub. Gripping the fabric tightly, she allows Levi to dry her hair with a smaller towel. He’s so attentive towards her, his eyes flickering to meet hers every now and then.

God did it hurt, it’s like a chain coiling around her heart. 

He hands her clothes which she quickly puts on. (Y/N) gasps when he sweeps her off her feet, her arms instinctively going around his neck. He briskly walks into their room, gently laying her down on the bed. 

“Rest. If you need me, I’ll be in my office.” Levi says, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“..Thank you.” She whispers.

Levi goes into his office, leaving the door ajar. She shakily exhales, closing her eyes. Turning over to her side, she silently cries. 

~~~~~

She really couldn’t stay in the same room as him. (Y/N) would wake up way earlier than usual to start her day and keep herself busy, an impressive fear knowing how early Levi wakes up. Every time she was in the same room as Levi, she would make up some excuse and leave. He would always try to ask her what’s wrong but she manages to get away from him. She did everything she could to avoid him. The second she sees Levi, everything comes back to her. The blood, the pain, the guilt, the scar. It takes all her willpower not to break down. 

(Y/N)  briskly walks down the halls, the clacks of her boots filling in the air. She needed to get her black straps for ODMG training and thankfully Levi’s at a meeting. Entering their room, she rummages through her things. “Now where did I put those straps…,” She says to herself. 

She was so absorbed at the task at hand she failed to hear the door opening. Her eyes light up when she finds the item, clutching them in her hands. When she turns around her eyes widen, the straps fall to the floor with a thud. 

Levi leans against the doorway, a bored expression on his face.

“Levi, you’re here.” She says in a high pitched voice. 

“Meeting ended early.” He responds simply, his gaze boring into her.

“Ah well, I should be goin-”

“Stop with that bullshit, you’re not going anywhere this time.” He snaps harshly. He walks up to her, hooking his fingers under her chin and forcing her to look at him.

“You intentionally look away from me, don’t do any sort of affection towards me anymore, and now you’re avoiding me.” His voice raises a few octaves. (Y/N) still says nothing. Levi grits his teeth. “Dammit, what the hell is wrong?! You’re not telling me anything!” Concern swirls in his eyes as he searches her face for answers. 

She bites her lips, tears pricking at the corner of her eyes. Something bubbles in the back of her throat but she pushes it down. 

“Please, tell me what’s wrong so I can help you. I hate seeing you like this…,” He says in a whisper, moving his hands to cup her cheeks. 

“The only thing that’s wrong is me!” She cries out, ripping his hands away from her. He looks at her in shock at her outburst. Moving a few steps back, she pulls at her hair. Tears begin to flow down her cheeks.

“What are you-”

“Because of my dumb mistake, I gave you that scar!” She explodes, her voice bouncing off the walls. She looks at him with blurred vision, her finger shakily pointing at him. “Because of me, you always have that as a reminder, a hideous scar that doesn’t belong on your body. You never deserved that Levi...but because of me, you…,” 

(Y/N) breathes heavily, her lungs burning like she just ran a marathon. Zapped of all energy, she slowly sinks to the floor, hands covering her head. “God I’m so sorry...I’m so sorry I gave that to you…,” She chants to herself.

She hears the rustling of clothing. Peeking through the gaps of her fingers, she sees him taking off his cravat and tan jacket. Then off goes his shirt. She shuts her eyes.

“Look at me.” 

“I can’t.” She says in a meek voice. He walks up to her, crouching to her level.

“Look at me.” He orders again.

Something about his voice compels her. With a shuddering breath, she removes her hands from her face, opening her eyes. Her initial reaction is to close her eyes again but the way Levi looks at her makes her keep them open. Swallowing thickly, her eyes follow the mark, stopping at his left hip. It makes her feel choked up with emotion.

“I do not regret my decision for doing what I did.” He takes her hand.

“W-Why?” 

Levi places her hand over his heart. The vibrations of his steady heart beat travels through the nerves of her fingertips. 

“I will do anything to protect you, the woman I love.” He says sincerely, his ashen hues reflecting genuine love for her. The only time he lets his walls down was when he was with her.

She cries even more at his statement. “Y-You could’ve died.”

“But I didn’t. I’d do it a thousand times if it meant keeping you safe.” He lost too many people in his life, he wasn’t going to lose her, not if he could do something.

God this man loves her so much that it makes her heart clench She launches herself at him, embracing him tightly. Her shoulders shake as more sobs rack her body, her face pressed against his chest. Levi returns the hug, his arms like a safe haven for her. 

“That scar...it’s nothing more than proof of what lengths I’ll go for you. It’s a small price to pay for your safety.” He murmurs.

“I love you...,I love you so much.”  (y/n) says, moving her head back and kissing him hard, pouring all her emotions into that kiss. His thumb brushes against her cheek, responding with equal passion. They rest their foreheads together after they part, gazing into each other’s eyes. 

“You should’ve told me about this sooner instead of pulling this stunt.”

“Yeah..I’m sorry about it all.” she sheepishly looks away.

“What’s done is done. Come to me whenever you have a problem, I am your husband. Rely on me (Y/n), I’m here for you.” 

A smile stretches across her face. “And I’m your wife.” It makes her giddy every time they say those words. His lips twitch. He stands up, helping her up. They lay down on the bed, Levi propping his head up with one arm. (Y/n) stares at the mark, her hand hesitantly reaching out to touch it but retracts.

“Go ahead.” He encourages her. 

“Does it still hurt?” She questions, worry in her eyes. 

“Not anymore.”

Her fingers brush against his right shoulder, where the scar starts. He watches her intently as her fingers travel down his scar. With a half lidded gaze, she leans forward and kisses his chest, right where his heart would be.

“I love you.” She says once more.

They share another tender kiss. “I love you too,” Levi says softly, closing the gap.

He rolls her onto her back, him hovering above her. Her hands roam his body, feeling the scar several times. It’s going to take a while for her to get used to it, but in time she will. For now, all she could focus on is Levi kissing her passionately, a prelude of what is about to transpire as they continue.

Painkiller

A/N: not sure how I feel about how this came out but this one goes out to my fellow babies w migraines luv u all

Summary: Getting a migraine on tour was less than ideal, but Shawn is there to take care of you.

Warnings: None? Mentions of pain medication and vomiting. Language.

Word count: 2.8k

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The pounding in your head was absolutely relentless, making you groan out in pain. You’re out on the road with Shawn for a few weeks, visiting him on tour and the last thing you wanted to deal with was a bout of migraines. You’d suffered from them for a few years and you’d think you’d have gotten used to them by now but unfortunately, that wasn’t the case.

You’re currently locked away in Shawn’s green room, trying everything you know to make the pain stop. He’s busy at soundcheck, so you’re taking full advantage of the empty room. You don’t want to tell Shawn, knowing he’d worry himself sick. You would feel so guilty if you took him out of the zone for his show. You usually watched him soundcheck but you decided it would be best to sit this one out. In your sickened state, you just hoped that he wouldn’t even notice you were gone. You definitely thought wrong.

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— dandelions 

header made by the talented: @neoct-zen 💖

when you’re looking at me, I’ve never felt so alive and free.”[song inspiration: “dandelions” by ruth b.

⇢ pairings: donghyuck x female!reader

⇢ word count: 11.7k

⇢ genre: childhood friends to lovers, neighbors, summer au?, non idol au, mutual pining, not really unrequited love, realized feelings, slow burn, lots of fluff and angst, soft smut

⇢ warnings: explicit language, sexual content, first time, fingering/oral and unprotected penetrative sex (f!receiving), soft dom!donghyuck, hyuck is a sweetheart, sweet sex

⇢ summary: lee donghyuck. your childhood best friend. the love of your life. you both had no idea of the infatuation you had for one another

⇢ a/n: I want to thank everyone who has given support on this, it means so so much to me as this is my first published fic on here. I’m happy yet also nervous for the turn out, I hope it met everyone’s expectations? The details in these weren’t the best or the grammar, but I’m content with what was completed. Thank you and I hope you enjoy!

smut warning added with two breaks!

At the age of 8, you discovered an empty grass field located down the street from your home. It’s grass that created an itchy discomfort against your skin, it’s surrounding flowers that were yet to be bloomed and swarms of mosquitoes that attacked your arms and legs - provided a sense of comfort in your life. Daydreaming from hours on end and watching the clouds drift by until the sun finally set, was how you spent most of that summer.

It wasn’t until two summers later that dandelions had begun to bloom on that very field.

When you brought home one of them, your mother told you that dandelions were a symbol of love. It’s said that by blowing off all the seeds in one breath, it meant that the person you loved - loved you back. But, if any seeds remained, the person you have feelings towards may reserve their affections for you.

There was only one person you loved, Lee Donghyuck. 

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This could be a request or not depending on how much time you have 😅 but for your information, yes, I am thinking Tom giving y/n hickies on her neck like the night before a bunch of interviews the next day and she's like, "Are you serious?" and he's like "I couldn't resist, I just love you so much!" and when y/n shows up the next day wearing a turtleneck after she told Zendaya that she would be wearing a dress Z immediately gets suspicious and figures it out bc I feel like she's like that 😅😂

Hehehe I haven’t written anything smutty lately and I miss it. So thank you for requesting this anon, much love to you🥰 Ugh, the thought of this gave me butterflies in my stomach😭 Happy reading!❤️

Also, little note for everyone who’s sending me requests! Yes, I see all of them! Part of the reason why I haven’t done some of them yet is because I have to think of concepts on how to execute them properly. So bear with me, love you all🥰

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Love Bug

My soft boi🥺

Warnings: implied smut

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The AC in your bedroom was just not doing you justice. The Californian heat was at an all time high today and has transformed you home into an Easy Bake oven. Though you were probably exaggerating, your thin crewneck sweater still clung onto your skin, making you uncomfortable. Peeling the sweater off your body, you toss it into your laundry basket. You’re left in a tank top and some lounging shorts as you sprawl yourself out on your bed. The coolness of the comforter bringing your body some relief from the heat.

Sinking into the sheets, the hustle and bustle of the day finally hits you. You’ve had a long day of press with your cast mates, promoting the movie you were all in, Spider-Man: Far From Home. You loved your job, but the press tours could just be so tiring. You were forced to wake up early in the morning and sit in a room for how many hours of the day to only be asked the same questions (most of the time). Though press tours did have its pros, meeting fans around the world and traveling to new countries was something you always looked forward to.

Marvel being Marvel, they always had to make it big. For the last few weeks you have all been traveling around the world, tired but nonetheless having an amazing time. Thankfully, this was the last stop of the press tour, California. You were back in your own bed and your boyfriend was staying with you for the time being.

You were on your phone, going through Instagram and looking at various photos that were taken today during today’s press engagements. You’ve even made your own contribution and posted your own batch of selfies and funny videos.

The door to the connected bathroom in your room opens and reveals your boyfriend. Your eyes break their focus on your phone and shift to the man in front of you. You smile and turn your phone off giving him all your attention. A smile forms on his own lips as he crawls up the bed to join you.

“Missed you all day.” He whispers against your skin, placing his head on your chest. His arms are wrapped around your figure, one leg hooked over yours. You move the hood of his sweatshirt from over his head and began to run your hands through his hair.

“Mmm, I missed you too.” He cuddles closer to your chest, arms tightening around you. His eyes momentarily shut, basking in your soothing motions.

“How was your day with Jake?” You ask him. As much as Tom wanted to do press with you, he was stuck doing them with Jake, while you did your interviews with Z and Jacob. Tom enjoyed having his interviews with Jake, but he missed being near you, even if you were just a room away.

Tom shifts so his lips are near the skin of your exposed neck. He hums against you before his lips come into contact with the soft surface. He had been tempted to mark you up all day. You wore a beautiful spring dress with a low neckline that displayed the skin of your neck. All he wanted to do was scatter red and purple love bites all over you, letting the world know you were his.

You gasp as he nips on the space between your neck and shoulder. “Interviews were good, but I just couldn’t get you out my head.” He slots himself between your legs and presses you down into the mattress.

“Teasing me with the pretty little dress of yours. Just wanted to kiss you and mark you up.” He says huskily against your neck. His breath sent shivers down your spine as goosebumps formed on your skin. His mouth sucks harder on the spot, teeth nipping gently, while his tongue soothed the bruising spot. He moved up so one of his hands are holding him up beside your head while his other strokes your side.

“Baby, we have an early morning tomorrow.” You didn’t want him to stop, but it was currently 2am and you were both expected to be awake by 6am.

His lips have made their way to the other side of you neck, pressing light kisses that turned to open mouthed ones. You giggle gently pulling him away from your neck so you can look him in the eyes.

“Babyyy.” He whines trying to shove his head back into the spot. A pout is on his lips, which were now a darker shade of pink from how much he was sucking on your skin.

“Tom, we need to be up at six.” You reminded him. Tom leans closer a boyish grin now on his expression. You couldn’t help but kiss him back when his lips captured yours. You feel him smirk against you as he pulls away.

The hand on your side moves to cradle the side of your face, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip. “We’ll be quick, I just wanna feel you. Please?”

You stare at him for a moment as his hand drifts down your body and by your shorts. Excitement swirls in your belly as his fingers get closer to your growing heat. He kisses your cheek as his hand slips past the band of your shorts to cup your mound. The wetness brings a smirk to his face as his dark eyes gaze into yours.

“Baby, look how wet you are.” He praises you as he moves your panties aside and dips his fingers into your wetness. You sigh, eyes slightly rolling back as his fingers spread your wetness on your folds.

“Fine, but—“ You bring your finger to point again him, “No marks on my neck, I’m wearing a dress tomorrow with a low cut again.”

Tom nods connecting your lips again, “Don’t worry, don’t worry, I’ll be careful.” He assures you before diving his head back into your neck.

~next morning~

You enter the bathroom, tying your hair up to keep it away from your face. You turn the shower on and wait for the water to warm up. While you wait you take a look at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes widen when you get a glimpse of you neck. You gasp out loud as you see the sides of your neck with red bruises with hints of purple on them. You had them on both sides of your neck and a small one almost on the center of your throat.

“TOM!” You yell, your voice echoing in the bathroom. There was some rustling behind the door before it was yanked open. Tom entered in nothing but his boxers looking disheveled, hair pointing in all types of direction and his eyes barely open.

“What happened?” His voice was raspy, something that usually made you swoon but right now you couldn’t even focus on it.

You turn to him, aggressively pointing to your neck. “Don’t worry, I’ll be careful!” You mock him, repeating what he said to you last night before he railed you into the mattress.

Tom’s eyes widen as well before he cringed. To be fair, you did warn him. He just didn’t know how to hold back when it came to you. He cautiously approaches you a sheepish grin on his face.

“I know it looks bad..” he begins. You shoot him a look, “Are you serious right now? Tom it looks like an octopus strangled me!”

Tom moves back to look at you, “Well you weren’t complaining last night.” You shoot him another look and he nods knowing you were annoyed with him at the moment. He stands behind you looking at the mirror you were both in front of. His arms wrap around your torso as he tries to soften you up.

“I’m sorry, I just love you so much and I couldn’t resist it. I love making love to you and I just get so lost in it and I know you warned me too, I’m sorry.” He apologizes hugging you from behind. You could tell he actually felt bad by the genuine look in his eyes. You sigh leaning back into him and resting your hands above his, interlocking your fingers.

“I forgive you, it happens.” You mumble, head trying to come up with ways to cover up your neck. “How do I even cover this up?”

Tom looks at your neck through the mirror, “Makeup will work right? Just put on some concealer or that color corrector thing you use.”

You nod at his suggestion. “That’ll work for a few hours, but makeup wears off. What if I accidentally wipe it off?”

Tom pursed his lips together in thought, “You could ask Laura to bring you something with a turtleneck.”

“It’ll barely move and your neck will be covered the entire time.” He suggests.

“Yeah, it’ll probably work. I just hope she hasn’t left yet, I should text her.” You move from Tom’s hold and turn the shower off. Before you leave the bathroom, Tom pulls you into a hug again. His face nuzzles against your hair, “I’m sorry, again.”

You smile and stroke his back, “I told you I forgive you, it’s ok love.” You pull away and peck his lips. Tom smiles and leans down to kiss your shoulder. Something he always did when you guys were having a moment. Instantly, you jump back and push him off, “Get your fucking lips away from my neck. I don’t need anymore hickies right now.”

~later~

Your stylist, Laura, ended up bringing you a stunning white dress that stopped above your knees. It was short sleeved, hugged your curves perfectly, and had a turtleneck that covered your neck. She gave you a pair of leather knee high boots which pulled the look together. Your hair was curled, pulled back into a half up and down style while short strands of hair framed your face. Compared to the panic you felt when your first saw the hickies, you were relieved when you saw yourself in the mirror again an hour later. You felt like a modern Go Go Girl as you admired your outfit.

You arrived at the hotel where all the interviews were being held. You make your rounds of greeting everyone, saving Z and Jacob last since you’ll be with them the whole day. You enter the room and see the two of them already sitting in front of the cameras. Jacob spots you first, “Aye! Good morning!”

You smile and walk up to them, giving them both hugs. When you pull away from Z she gives you a look. Her eyes scan you from head to toe, squinting at your dress.

“Weren’t you just complaining that yesterday was too hot? Why are you in a turtleneck?” She interrogates you. You smile nervously at her while you settle in the seat on the other side of Jacob.

“Um, you know, it’s a bit chilly today.” You lie. Jacob eyes you as well catching on Z’s point.

“(Y/n), it’s 95 degrees outside.” He tells you eyes panning around the room. Zendaya smirks leaning forward to get a better look at you, “I think someone was busy last night.”

“No, I wasn’t. I had a very nice sleep, thank you very much.” You sweetly smile at her crossing your arms.

Jacob snickers beside you, “I bet you did.”

“I guess Thomas couldn’t keep his hands off you last night.” She teased, exposing you.

“Or his mouth.” Jacob quickly adds smirking. Your cheeks get flustered squeezing your eyes shut. Jacob and Z burst out laughing at Jacob’s comment.

“I don’t even have a come back, blame Tom.” You throw your hands up in the air giving up. Z calms down and leans over Jacob to rest a hand on your knee.

“Hey, it’s ok, man. If I were Tom, I wouldn’t keep my hands off you either.” She tells you jokingly, helping you get over the embarrassment of wearing a turtleneck. You catch on and wink at her, “Aye, say less.” Your hand resting on top of hers.

Jacob puts his hands up looking shocked, “What did I just walk into? I—I gotta go.” He pretends to shove your hands away and gets up from his seat.

“I’m telling Tom about the sexual tension I felt in this room.” He yells over his shoulder as he walks out the room. You and Z look at each other amused, “Is he actually?”

Z shrugged, “Honestly, he’s probably getting some water. He was thirsty.”

The two of you catch up with each other. Talking about the press tour and what you were both planning on wearing for the premiere. You were in the middle of describing your dress when Tom bursts into the room with Jacob trailing behind him.

“STAY AWAY FROM MY WOMAN.”

Hero

His hand is on your hip, pulling you into his side protectively.

“Shawn? Gonna let the girl breathe or are you like conjoined to her now?” Brian teases, giving Shawn a hard time about being all over you.

Shawn looks down, hungry eyes raking over your body in the tight black dress your in. 

“I’m good with where I’m at.” He nods, looking back at Brian.

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Y/n had been lying down next to Aaliyah both of them going through the photos they had taken that day and editing them to post on Instagram. The bed shifts as Shawn dives on to it hoping to gain y/n’s attention but fails as both girls stay glued to their phones. Pouting to himself he crawls closer to his girlfriend wrapping his arms around her as he rested his head on her stomach. She diverts her attention from her phone for a brief second looking down at him and poking her tongue out playfully before turning her attention back to her phone.

“I’m bored.” Shawn huffs hoping to bring attention back to him once again.

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