#[ and as per usual; i can't shut up. so my thing is always; /always/ long. it'll never change guys. ]

[yuelun]

𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐓 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐑.

𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: Manon, but I go by Sae! 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍: She/her. 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌: Discord. I'll deal with Tumblr IMs if people prefer it as I understand not everyone is comfortable sharing their Discord right away. I just find Tumblr IMs to be infinitely impractical, I miss the ability to directly reply/quote previous messages and such, and I often type way too much, so you can surely imagine! Any way, I'm easy enough with Discord, if you ask, the chance is high that you'll get it. So don't hesitate to ask! 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒: My ever dearest Guizhong, and Yelan is over here. 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄: Throughout Tumblr? Joining the Genshin RPC, actually. I've said this about a previous fandom of mine, but it's been about a year since I first entered this one with Guizhong (originally on my multi for about a month), and it's been nothing short of my best and genuinely most peaceful experience in many years. Usually I see fandom problems arise well before the one-year mark, but here it's been quite calm and also, the closest to feeling that old 'community' concept again. We're all here to have a good time, we engage across the board pretty well, and it's just, it's been really nice. I struggled immensely to be on Tumblr for a good two years prior to coming here, despite the best efforts of friends, and I think it's simply because no fandom has quite felt like this one. None of them ever really succeeded in giving me what this one has. You guys are magnificent, never change.

𝐑𝐏 𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐒: You've called salt into your life with this one, be ready: this trend of privately or publicly guilt-tripping people into interacting with them ('I guess no one's interested...' or 'guess I'll go then...') or even for interacting with duplicates of their muse instead. This should never be a thing I'll cut people like that out of my life and off my dashboard as quickly as I breathe for guilting, and I’ll always motivate people to do the same. There is nothing healthy, remotely positive or forgivable about that kind of behavior, but I see it happening very often still. Are people not interacting with you? Go after them with all the fire of motivation that you possess, and if you don’t have that? Then the muse you have before you may not the one for you. Honestly, I think it's just that if you have passion for your muse, then you won’t let yourself get demotivated, you won’t let things hold you back, because you’ll have a spirit that can’t really be quelled in any capacity. Are duplicates intimidating? Then either find your way to shy away from them or let that insecurity drive you; let it make you better, let it drive you to improve (mentally). I’m not saying anyone who experiences insecurity is a lesser writer, not by any means— but let it make you even better than you already are.

𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒: I find myself drawn to specific elements or concepts within humanity (or in Guizhong's case, the exact opposite) that are either unusual among the status quo or intriguing.to me personally. I do know that I've always rather fiercely tried to avoid characters that are very reminiscent of me as an individual. Though on some level, there is usually a trait that I understand on a fundamental level in some way or another, the nature in which it's presented is usually simply is different, however. So for example with Yelan, I can talk about this inherent concept of loneliness that is incredibly different from what we consider to be the norm, I've understood the concept incredibly well throughout various parts of my life, but never in the way that it was presented with her whatsoever. And in terms of Guizhong, it's her curiosity to figure everything out, but as a god who by default, does not function in a similar capacity to mortals whatsoever, it's incredibly interesting (and different) for me to see. 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒: The former, but the latter usually will also either be based on a mentioned plot, or I'll turn it into a plot! 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒: I always inevitably end up getting wordy, but I can start shorter as to establish a sort of writing comfort and/or flow with the other person, especially if you're a new RP partner of mine. I kind of release the reigns to you. 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄: This used to be in the dead of night, and I'm still trying to establish when I write best now. 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄: Generally, nope!

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘: @basbousah 🩶 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆: I'm unsure who's done this and hasn't yet, so if I forgive you and you've done it already, just ignore this! @spiderwarden @immobiliter @avaere @yanwangye @arlquin (please tell Scooby she's also tagged 🤭) @apocryphis @narvvhal @lunaetis @sagnaevi @sortilegii @starwardsword @reginrokkr @astrxl-finale @petrokhelidon @luzofstars @galvanic-duelist and whoever else would like to do it, just say I tagged you! I'm always happy to read these.

#[ et cetera. ] we think of human life as like a lantern that's lit one minute and extinguished the next. but are we adepti so different? #[ me casually tagging this with that tag. me after: slowly dies. ] #[ and as per usual; i can't shut up. so my thing is always; /always/ long. it'll never change guys. ]

[vhstown]

miles g morales x you headcanons

— 42!miles x gn!reader (dating)

warnings: fluff, brief mentions of violence, angst if you squint

note: ok i know i didn't write him like a bad boy rizzful cool criminal bf but this is just my interpretation from the 1min of screentime he had 😭 i hope someone likes it? i don't really but it's ok posting anyway, kind of long a lot of ramble

wasn't edited previously but is now!

Miles has never dated anyone before, so naturally, he's never kissed anyone before. In fact, though he's reluctant, he asks his uncle for advice about you (just as a nephew in need, of course.) It's sort of hilarious to see the boy with such a cold and unbothered exterior try to flirt and make a move on you. When he asks you out, he nearly trips over himself trying to block your way, and nearly trips over himself again when you say yes. When you try to kiss, he freezes up, but eventually gets the hang of it. It's surprisingly sweet and careful; warm.

Miles is hesitant to date you — date anyone. It's a casual sort of thing at first; he doesn't want to get too attached. But what draws him to you is the fact that you can make his life feel so normal, so simple and in-the-moment. It doesn't take long for him to realise that this is what he wants.

He does everything in his power to keep his criminal identity a secret. When there's rumours going around about the Prowler, he's quick to shut down the conversation with vague, uninterested answers. He's not scared of many things, but he's scared of the only person he can really be Miles around leaving.

So, the boy tries his absolute best to be good to you. Yes, he misses dates doing God knows what, but he's quick to try and reschedule or show up to your door with gifts, food, anything he thinks might make you happy (despite your annoyance, he's really good at making it up to you.) When dates aren't working, he decides to take you on spontaneous ones, going around Brooklyn and wracking his brain for anything that might interest you or be nice enough for a date. Half of your date is usually spent walking around together, but it's more fun than you think to pass time together like that.

For the time you do manage to spend together, you notice he's very observant (he has to be to survive as the Prowler.) Miles remembers every little detail about you and what you like. Things you told him since he met you are still firm in his memory, even if it was something you said off-handedly or to somebody else. He's always surprising you with little things you mention: an accessory, dessert from the place you wanted to try ages ago, etc.

Miles is very aware of your interests and whenever he passes by related stores, he's always asking you if you want anything. You're the only person in his life other than his family; of course he's going to cherish you.

But the second thing Miles is worried about is his mom. He's very overprotective over his mom, understandably so. She's the only parent he has left and he knows she overworks herself trying to provide for them. He's always trying to help her when he can, doing chores and errands without question and per his uncle's suggestions, but if something was to happen to her, he'd blame himself for it above all. So when he introduces you to her, he's more than uncertain. It's not like you could do anything to her, but he's made it a habit to never fully trust anyone anyway.

That is, until he sees how Rio completely lights up around you. She's so thrilled that Miles has a friend (or whatever Miles told her you were.) Even though she can only talk to you for a few minutes before her shift, she automatically opens up her home to you, telling you that you can help yourself to the kitchen and come over whenever you like. She whispers a couple things in Spanish to Miles that you can't quite catch, and he doesn't care to mention.

But you can definitely guess what she keeps telling him. Whenever he brings you over, he acts aloof, almost awkward trying to follow what his mom says to make you comfortable. The house and Miles' room suddenly becomes eerily spotless whenever you're due to come over, and the cupboards are in complete order. Rio's always asking Miles where you are, and she treats you like you're her second kid. She's very aware that you might be in the future (though Miles keeps denying it.)

You catch glimpses of his uncle sometimes. He doesn't really talk to you, but the man is calm enough. Miles seems to be comfortable around him, but when he finds out, you can make out an amused glint in Aaron's eyes whenever he sees you. Miles doesn't take you to see his uncle; he'd rather you're not aware of the man's ridiculous way of teasing him.

Whenever you come over, you both make it a habit to snack, play videogames, listen to music, whatever you feel like doing. It seems like he's always trying to keep you there. Miles will never admit it, but he misses you a lot. All he really does to show that is pull you into a silent hug and kiss your cheek when he sees you again, asking in the lowest voice what you've been up to.

When you asked Miles about his interests, he tells you the ones he shares with his uncle at first — music, art, etc. But whenever you go into his room, you notice a bunch of empty shelves and hastily shut drawers. Miles never really shares his real interests with anyone (he thinks they're childish more than anything), but when you insist, he bedrudgingly takes out the figures, comics and posters, acting like he put them away ages ago and forgot about them (more 5 minutes before you came over, if it wasn't obvious from the way he was flushing.)

The two of you spend a while putting everything back. You ask him questions about it and he returns them with short answers. When you leave that day, his heart is full, and his jaw hurts from trying to hide his smile as he looks at his shelves filled with superhero figurines and comics. He won't be touching anything now that you've put them in place. He really can be himself around you, though he's still a bit reluctant.

On top of Miles' other "secret" interests, he likes drawing. He keeps a tiny sketchbook where he draws people mainly, and you catch glimpses of it sometimes when he thinks you're not looking. Half of it is ripped out (there drawings of his mom, uncle and comic book superheroes scattered around his room), but the faces that do remain are of his dad, unfinished. There's another drawing he's never finished in there too. It's been constantly erased and redrawn; it was meant to be you. Eventually, that page is ripped out too. You can't find it no matter how hard you look; it's in his jacket.

And at first, the boy was kind of awkward. He didnt want to hurt you; he knows he very well could. He usually let you initiate anything (though he's clingy as hell and was just shooting that feeling down as much as he could.)

When he does get more comfortable around you (especially after he's sure it's not just a fling), he's always kissing your cheek, forehead, your hair; his kisses are surprisingly chaste, sweet, much like your first one. He holds your hand often too, even if you're just sitting next to each other, fingers firmly locked together with the occasional squeeze to let you know he's still there.

But he's no short of a tease too. Miles always likes to say pretty things in Spanish just to get you riled up. Even if you might understand what he's saying, he says it under his breath so you can't catch it. Miles doesn't repeat himself, instead giving you that stupid cocky smirk you've grown to love (and hate.) Sometimes he lifts your chin to make his eyes meet yours, maybe to see you flustered too as he studies your face in silence, poker-faced, not responding to anything you're saying. You think he's being teasing, but he just really doesn't know what to say. You're his, and sometimes he just can't believe it.

What he really loves though is holding you close: his head over your shoulder or your head against his chest (or his against yours, with much pestering) so you can't see the way that he's smiling. As much as he wants to be the cool and distant boyfriend, he's a big softie, absolutely melting with your affection, always quick to return it with his own.

But when you're out, it's a different story. He's not only overprotective of his mom, but of you. It really shows when he walks you home. He keeps his arm firmly around your waist, giving dirty looks to anyone who goes even an inch too close to you. He whipsers "you okay?" and "c'mon" while basically directing you around.

Miles knows these streets better than anyone else, but he's not going to take you through quick back alleys. He'll take you through busy main streets, maybe stop by a bodega to pick something up for you if you're still hungry while he eyes every corner of the store, even go on the subway with you if you're feeling particularly lazy, your back to his chest with an arm around you so you don't fall. He's always muttering about being safe, and his street smarts definitely rub off on you; his advice is sound, almost too experienced for a random kid living in Brooklyn.

However, Miles won't let you find out. No matter how much he's juggling being the Prowler, his family and you, he'll make it work. He can't lose this, no way in hell. Even if he has to lie to you about his seemingly random injuries or ditched date nights, you'll never find out about that purple blur that skids past you when you're outside at odd hours. They're just rumours after all, he tells you.

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thank you for reading 😭🙏 i struggled w this one and hobie too but idk i love 42 miles he's just some guy fr .... im thinking of writing a friends to lovers fic w 42 miles but im not sure yet (im just really lazy but lmk if ur interested?) + thank you to @qiuweyballs for the inspo i hate you (endearingly)

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Dirty Work 15

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as bullying, familial discord/abuse, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You start a new gig and find one of your clients to be hard to please.

Characters: Loki

Note: I need this week to end.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖

The rest of your personal day is spent in the confines of your room. You hear your father below in a tantrum, working himself up as he blusters and stomps. Soon, the smell of cigarette smoke pervades the house. He's found his fix somehow.

You don't dare emerge. You hide behind a book you can't focus on as your eyes stray to the phone, over and over. You keep it off as you fear another miscue. You can already imagine Mr. Laufeyson isn't impressed by the disturbance.

Your sleep comes in shallow morsels. You awake to each creak and crack of the old house, the neighbours arguing through the wall, and the rustling of leaves outside the window. You surrender to your consciousness just as the sun comes up. You'll need to see what damage has been done before Leslie arrives.

The puzzle is overturned on the floor, the coffee table on its side. The wooden chair reserved for the nurse has a leg broken and the TV beams its blue screen around the room. You tidy up as best you can, putting the chair by the back door until you can figure out how to fix it.

The kitchen is more of a mess, cupboards open and a few dishes shattered across the tile. A jar of jam is smeared over the laminate counter top along with what you had left of the peanut butter reserved for your lunch. You sigh and toss the empty jars, wiping up the puddles of wasted food.

You brew a tea and sit on the front porch, paranoid that your father might rouse and come to taunt you some more. He's done it before, as if to spite your efforts. He trashes the place only to accuse you of being negligent. What did you ever do to make him hate you? Why does it seem like everyone you meet feels the same?

You finish the black breakfast blend and wash the cup. You creep upstairs to get dressed and wait on your bed until your bus is due. You flee with your work bag and a deep yawn you can't repress.

The commute is your rare chance at peace. You don't have to think as you look out the window and watch the amber headlights pass and the storefronts slowly flicker to life. The nicer houses rise as the streets turn suburban and fervent long swells in your chest. Why couldn't you live like this?

Why couldn't you be like those children running to get in the van with their schoolbags bouncing, their parents laughing at their excitement, or like the mother with her carriage, enjoying a lazy walk as the neighbourhood awakens?

Those things aren't for you. You shouldn't complain, someone always has it worse. You shouldn't pity yourself. Your mother died well before she was ever your age and your father is sick. You are healthy and you have a job. That's something, better than nothing.

You break the threshold of the Laufeyson estate, the gate whining and clanging shut. You hunch down and wind along the path, looking ahead of your feet and no further. You rub your eyes as you come to the back door and check the time. A bit ahead of schedule but he can hardly be unhappy about that.

You are careful in the low din of the house. It's deathly quiet as you leave your shoes on the mat and surpass the closet. As you near the kitchen, you hear a clink from within. You slow, padding quietly in an effort not to betray your presence. You keep against the wall as you resist the urge to peek inside.

"You like tea, no?" The voice wafts through, rippling through the still silence.

You cringe and clutch the straps of your bag. You lower your head and wet your lips. You inch towards the archway.

"Mr. Laufeyson, I don't mind tea," you answer.

"Very well," he takes down a second cup as the kettle boils softly.

"I've already had mine, but thank you, Mr. Laufeyson. I should get to work, the carpenter will be in today."

"You're welcome," he replies as he plucks out tea bags from a hexagonal tin and drops one in each mug. "You can stomach a second. I bought this tea in Tokyo a while back. I need to finish it before it goes stale."

You linger in the door. Is this some trick? Maybe it's pity? Had he really heard that pocket call? You hoped maybe he hadn't been able to hear past the fabric. You watch him as he puts the lid back on the tin. As usual, you can't read him.

What would he even think if he did hear? That you're even more pathetic than he believed?

"Come," he puts his hands on the counter with the undeniable demand.

You obey and cross to the other side of the counter. You teeter and look around awkwardly, not certain what to say or do. He drags his fingertips over the granite and leans weight onto them.

"Thank you for the t--"

"How was your day off--"

You both speak at the same time. You snap your mouth shut and give an apologetic flutter of your fingers. He seals his lips and hesitates, clearing his throat. 

"You said the carpenter is due," he redirects, "no doubt you'll have a busy day. Tomorrow, I want you to clear the schedule."

"Tomorrow? Yes, Mr. Laufeyson."

"Don't ask me why, you will know in due time."

"Understood," you take out the phone and make a note, your should hanging heavy on your elbow.

He waits. You don't say a word. The kettle pops and he turns to take it and pours the tea. He sets it back on the base and slides a mug closer.

"You're not curious?" He wonders.

"Like you said, I'll find out," you say, "thank you again."

"Five minutes for a good steep," he girds, "you will want the flavour to set."

"Yes, Mr. Laufeyson," you step closer as you pinch the handle and draw the cup closer.

"Mmm," he hums, rolling his shoulders back. "I had a question for you then." You look up and wait patiently, your eyelashes clinging with your fatigue, "was there some emergency yesterday?"

"Pardon?" You gulp.

"I saw that you called but couldn't make anything out," his cheek twitches, "but I wasn't sure if it was some mistake--"

"It was. Sorry--" you cover your mouth at your own abruptness, "it was an accident. I'm sorry."

"Ah," he nods as he considers you. Can he see through the lie? Does he even care?

"It won't happen again. I'm sorry to have bothered."

"Not bothered," he assures and takes the string of the tea bag, bobbing it up and down in the water, "I have other things to be bothered with, that's certain."

You cross your arms and sway, turning this way and that as you peer around. He didn't hear but you're still uneasy. He startles you as he moves smoothly around the counter. He approaches you and reaches to grasp the strap of your bag.

“Stay a while,” he insists as he tugs and you unfold your arms.

As he slides the strap down your arm, his other hand gently brushes your sleeve, just where the bruise smarts. The tender spot thrums and you wince, letting out a hiss. He hestitates as he places your bag on the counter.

His mouth opens and closes as if he can't think of what to say. You put your hand over the bruise and grimace.

“Did I–”

“No,” you interject, “ Thanks, that was heavy.”

“Ah, yes, well… it will take some time for the tea to cool.”

You shift, just a few inches away to face the counter again. He must be lying. He had to have heard everything yesterday, it's the only way to explain his behaviour. Somehow, you've managed to sink even lower, he must feel on top of the world.

🧹

Ronan arrives just after nine. You rush out to meet him, your tea only half-finished. As he shows you his plans for the repair, you do your best to answer his questions, telling him that some details will need to be approved by Mr. Laufeyson. 

You turn towards the house and see the curtain in one of the front windows ripple. You offer to show the carpenter to the gazebo but he insists he can find his own way. Before he can, the front door swings inward and Laufeyson emerges.

“Ah, you must be the builder,” he struts down the steps, “welcome.”

You're taken aback by Laufeyson’s demeanour. For his own family, he was never more than perturbed, but here he is, playing it up. You know for sure that he is, he's never sounded so… nice.

“Hi,” Ronan faces him, his bag in one hand as his other goes to his hip. He stands nonplussed as the host nears.

“Loki,” Laufeyson introduces himself as he offers his hand.

“Ronan,” the other man eyes his fingers before he accepts the gesture. There's tension in his tendons as he squeezes and shakes. “Fine house, you got.”

“A bit big for just me,” Laufeyson sighs as he's released and waves his hand at the facade behind him, “but I won't complain for it.”

“And you've got a wonderful house manager to deal with it all,” Ronan muses.

“Yes, I suppose,” he shrugs, “did you need a tour–”

“Got it,” Ronan interrupts, “I should start. Got a lot to do.”

“Of course, of course,” Laufeyson steps out of his way, “oh but there is this,’ he reaches into his jacket pocket, “the deposit.”

Ronan nods and takes the check with a swipe, “thanks.”

“I always pay for fine work,” Laufeyson intones with a certain lilt. You sense heat roiling between them but why, you can't guess.

“And I never deliver less,” Ronan folds the check with one hand and shoves it in a denim pocket, “I'll try not to make too much of a ruckus.”

They stare at each other as if in a wordless conversation. As the carpenter slowly steps past the resident, you find your voice.

“Thank you, Ronan,” you squeak after the man and he dips his hand, waving over his shoulder as he disappears down the path.

“Where did you find that man?” Laufeyson asks.

“Online? He had good reviews.”

“Mmm, you should've searched out a proper company, not some independent contractor.’

“Oh?” You frown.

“It's only… I've heard stories of swindlers,” he crosses his arms as he faces you completely.

“Sorry, I…”

“It is what it is. We shall see,” he dismisses your apology.

“Right, uh, I'll just… get back to work,” you turn towards the same path and Laufeyson's step echoes yours as he follows you swiftly.

“What are you doing? Where are you going?”

“Inside,” you utter dumbly.

“The door is that way,” he argues.

“Well, uh…” you stop and pivot around as he stumbles to a halt, “sure, I guess… it's a habit.”

“You may go through the front, you do much more than clean now, don't you, maid?”

You're not sure how to take the epithet. Is he reminding you of what you were or telling you what you'll always be? You don't reply. You'll just sound stupid. Your father taught you sometimes it's better to just bite your tongue. 

You redirect to the front door as he stays on your tail. His shadow makes you want to shrink down to nothing as he looms close. You enter and he nearly collides with you as you remove your shoes.

You press on to the kitchen as he follows. As he resumes his place before his tea cup you go to the cupboard and search out the pitcher you saw the other day and a tall glass. While you fill the jug, he clucks.

“What are you doing?”

“I'll put some water on the patio in case he gets thirsty,” you pull away from the lever, “sorry, I… should've asked. I was just thinking–”

“No, no, you're right. We should be hospitable,”

You nod and push against the lever so the water pours out of the nozzle. When it's full, you find a tray and set it beside the single glass and add ice. Laufeyson taps his porcelain cup.

“Aren't you going to finish your tea?” He asks.

“Um,” you blink and peek back at the mug as you lift the tray, “sure, when I come back.”

You turn to leave, trying not to falter as his gaze tugs at you. You go to the patio door and stop balancing the tray against the side table. Before you can even try the door, Laufeyson sidles past to slide it back himself.

“There, wouldn't want a spill.”

“Er, thanks,” you don't look at him as you pass. He's being helpful. Too helpful.

You place the tray on the glass table and go back inside. You sweep through to the entryway and grab your shoes. Laufeyson once more tails you.

“Your tea,” he reminds you.

“I know, I'm just going to let Ronan know about the water…” you murmur.

You go outside before he can catch up. You descend the front stairs and follow the curve towards the rear path. Mr. Laufeyson’s silhouette disappears behind the hedges as you round the corner of the house and head down towards the gazebo.

Ronan is at the top of the stairs, he paces around, eyeing the railings and testing the stability of the columns with a firm grip. He tilts his head as you approach unnoticed. You stand just on the bottom step sheepishly.

“Um, excuse me, sir,” you pipe up.

“Yes,” he spins to face you, “miss, what can I do for you?”

“Oh, nothing, I just… I left some water on the patio,” you point over towards the house, “if you follow the path around, the stairs are just by the rose bushes.”

“Thanks,” he says, “that's very… sweet of you.”

“Uh, well, it's pretty hot out.”

“Used to it,” he says as he grabs a thick metal clipboard and scribbles with short pencil, “but it's appreciated. Always nice to work with someone competent.”

“I…” your cheeks ache to smile, you think it's a compliment, “thank you.”

“I'd hate to keep you,” he says as he sets the clipboard back on his bag, “your boss seems to be very… straight laced. I wouldn't want to tangle him up.”

“It's… um, yeah, if you need anything, I'll be around,” you offer, bobbing on your heels, “I'll have my phone, you could message me or ring the bell.”

“I think I'll be okay,” he chuckles, not mockingly but kindly, “go on, you're right, it's too hot to be out here in polyester.”

You look down at yourself, sweat beading along your hairline as if to confirm his warning, “yeah… erm, okay. Thanks.”

You shuffle off the step, balling your fists as you walk away with straight arms, fighting not to look back. That was awkward and strange. You can only think he'll be laughing again, this time at your expense.

#loki #dark loki #dark!loki #loki x reader #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #series #dirty work #au #maid au #marvel #mcu #avengers #thor

[wonysugar]

Heyyy this is my first time requesting something

Imagine gamergf! Sakura, who is always gaming and doesn’t gives attention to reader, so one day reader sneaks into sakura’s gaming room and kneels in front of her, kkura doesn’t even notices her presence until she feels how now her pussy is exposed, reader who starts to eat her out while she’s playing, begging reader to stop overstimulating her

cw: somnophilia, cnc (boundaries discussed beforehand ofc), bondage and overstimming (so begging!)

sakura was exhausted as fuck... originally just getting on her computer and playing geometry dash to pass the time but having it being quickly turned into an intense gaming session, as per usual, her eyes glued to the screen until like what.. two am at this point? btw doing allat while only wearing a tank top and panties because let her live anyways moving on

she just cannot for the life of her pass this godforsaken level and she's sick of it; being an incredibly competitive person, she couldn't bare backing down. she was gonna pass that level, even if it took the whole night.

you, on the other hand, have been trying to get her attention throughout the whole day. look, you loved your girlfriend, she was loving, caring, everything you could possibly want. but one thing you knew she wasn't good with; giving you attention whenever she was focused on something else. if you tried texting her, she wouldn't even see the notif. if you tried coming in her room and starting a conversation, she would give back short responses. it was difficult, if not impossible.

long story short, you were incredibly needy, and you were ready to do anything to get her to pay attention to you.

the discouraging words "attempt 1553" displaying on her screen as it lit up the dark room that she was in, her eyes fighting what felt like an invisible force that was desperately trying to close them shut. throwing her head back, she sighed exasperatedly, almost dozing off. a small break wouldn't hurt, she told herself.

yeah no, no matter how hard she tried fighting her own drowsiness, the chair was so comfy, she couldn't help but eventually give up and close her eyes. she was eepy, if you will.

and eep did she do!

what she didn't know, though, is that she was sooo incredibly tired that she didn't even notice you walking into her room and strapping her to her chair. poor bby was just sooo tired and unaware. :((

when she went to rub her eyes, she quickly realized that her hands were restrained, she noticed you under her desk and immediately looked lost, what were you doing there? suddenly, she felt the slight vibration in between her legs, already giving her sleepy brain somewhat of an idea "mmh.. love..? w-what are you doing—"

"i'm gonna untie one of your hands so you can play and win this level, okay? if you don't, i'm not letting you cum, as simple as that. also, i unplugged your headphones; i wanna make sure you won’t be lying when you'll say that you won."

"couldn't we have just— mmh— done this in bed..?" she asks, stumbling on her words as she tried to keep her eyes open.

you scoffed at her words, mocking her "do you really think i'd go to this length if you actually paid attention to me throughout the day? you seemed soo committed to passing this level, i can't just take that away from you, can i?"

she furrowed her eyebrows in guilt as she looked down at you, avoiding your gaze once her eyes started tearing up. was it the drowsiness, the sudden culpability she felt when she figured out why you were doing this, or the pleasure her clit was throbbing for?

she didn't know, she felt like she didn't know anything at that moment.

you took away the vibrator to pull down her only piece of lower clothing, her underwear. upon taking it off, you watched as the slick of her cunt stuck to the fabric of her panties, smirking at the sight. looking up at her and noticing her hard nipples through her thin tanktop. she was barely even awake and she was already this needy for you?

"slut." you spit out, making her whine in the process.

after untying one of her hands, the rest of the night turns into you pressing your favorite vibrator against her clit as you ate her out, hearing her desperate moans and cries of pleasure mixed with the, quite frankly, unserious geometry dash music coming from her speakers as she desperately tried winning. and whenever her noises got louder and her breathing got heavier? you simply took away all the sensation from her, denying her orgasm as you made her twitch with anticipation as she whined..

and the need to constantly remind her, "keep your eyes on the screen and hand on the keyboard, i'm not gonna keep repeating myself, sakura." whenever she pathetically begged you to let her cum, staring at you as tears fell from her eyes, she was just so desperate to cum :((

eventually, after like, 3 hours, she managed to pass the level. holding onto your promise, you untied her limbs and ate her out, licking all of her folds and sucking on her clit until she finished all over your tongue and lips, gripping your head and pushing you closer to her wet core. you were certain that your neighbors would have a word with you the next day the way she was screaming out your name, blabbering sleepy nonsense as she came undone under your touch :((

long story short, she slept incredibly well after you carried her to bed that night. <3

#anon asks #smut #anon #kpop gg #female reader #le sserafim smut #sakura miyawaki x female reader #sakura miyawaki #sakura smut #sakura le sserafim #sakura x female reader #sakura miyawaki smut

[carcarcraziiv2]

I LOVE YOUR JEALOUS APHELIOS AHH. I keep re-reading it!! Can I request a jealous kayn? NSFW or SFW is fine :3

THAT IS SO SWEET, ILYSM FOR TELLING ME THIS <3 <3 <3. Truly, it makes me happy to know people actually ENJOY what I am writing! Gives me a real boost to keep goin', ya know?!

And you literally bet your ass I will, Kayn is my ngjfhdsgjkh just my dirty lil' guy and I love him so gd much.

THIS is going to be NSFW. There will be warnings. I can't NOT do NSFW when I'm doing a jealousy trope. On god though? I had a random urge to make it soft Kayn so.... enjoy :3

P.S. SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG BUT I HOPE YOU LOVE IT <3

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TW: Jealousy, violence (literally just a punch), kind of mental illness? (Idk how I honestly classify Rhaast in this AU, but just in case), sex, masked man doing to do (ooo c;).

AS ALWAYS! Enter at your own risk. ILYSM <3

18+ MDNI~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~18+ MDNI

Jealous Kayn

The concert was a success, as per usual. The crowd was dispersing, however a few guys stuck around in the V.I.P area you chose to sit in to support your boyfriend, Kayn.

You chose to help the venue workers begin cleanup duty as you waited for Kayn to come retrieve you. There were round tables scattered about, people having left their empty cups and trash all over the place.

"You don't have to help clean up you know," a friendly young man came over to where you had a trash bag held open, scooping litter into it. "Patrons don't generally stick around for this part. I'm Jack, what's your name?"

"Oh, I don't really mind at all. I travel with the band, so I try to make a habit of helping out," you smile. "I'm y/n, nice to meet you."

"Travel with the band, huh? So do you like help w- whoa! You okay?," Jack starts, before you trip over the bag you're holding in front of you and nearly fall.

Luckily, he was there to catch you so you didn't make any more of a fool of yourself.

Unbeknownst to you though, Kayn had just walked in to fetch you. His eyes widened in shock before his brow furrowed, his features turning to a scowl as he witnessed you in another man's arms.

You hadn't even noticed his presence yet, not until you felt a force lift you up by one of your arms so that you were standing tall again.

"Oh, Kayn! The show was gre-," you don't get to finish your sentence before Kayn is throwing a punch at Jacks face. The only thing you can do in response is drop your mouth open in shock.

"Whoa what the fuck man!," the friendly venue worker shouts, his hand coming up to cup his face. You rush over to him, noticing Kayn about to throw another in his direction. You step in front of Jack just in time for the blow not to hit him, Kayn barely stopping before accidentally hitting you.

"Knock it off, you idiot!" You holler, pushing your boyfriend in his chest. He stumbles back slightly, taken aback by your defense of this man who clearly just had his hands all over you.

Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest as you watched his face turn from shocked to a scowl. He was clearly upset at you, but you were too upset with him to give a shit.

"Just go back to the hotel, Kayn. I'll find my own way back." Kayn stood there for a moment, his hands balled into fists as he seemed to study you for a reaction.

When you didn't falter your gaze, he conceded.

"Fine. Have fun with him," he snarled, whipping around and stomping away.

As you rushed back over to Jack to apologize and offer him assistance, you were unaware that Kayn still watched from the shadows of the small hallway in which he came from.

You idiot, Rhaast scolded him. "Shut up," he responded aloud. You let your emotions control the situation, you fool. Now our love is embarrassed and mad at us. Kayn hit himself on the head, then smoothed down his hair. "Fuck, you're right," he sighed. Although he knew he should go apologize to both of you, he felt defeated- disappointed in himself. He was so scared of losing you he made a minor situation worse. Not to mention, Yone was certainly going to hear about the incident from the venue management.

At that point, the only thing he could think to do was follow your order and return to the hotel.

To your surprise, Kayn made sure one of the guys stuck around to bring you back, too.

~~~~~

Yone was the one to take you to the hotel, silent for the entire drive until you arrived at your desitination.

"Go make up," he said, unlocking the door. "Kayn's mood will surely get worse after our conversation tomorrow."

"Ugh, thanks for the ride Yone," you sighed, thanking him as you left the vehicle. You entered the hotel, taking the elevator up to the room the two of you were sharing.

Steeling your nerves, you sifted through your pockets for the key card, taking it out and unlocking the door.

You weren't sure what you were expecting upon entry, but it was definitely not what greeted you.

Kayn sat shirtless on the patio, a lit cigarette smoldering in the ash tray, his body glimmering slightly from the moonlight caressing his skin.

And when you looked at his face... you saw it adorning his Rhaast mask.

Whatever edgy pity party shit that he is pulling, I don't care. I am staying in here. You dropped your phone and belongings onto the counter, silently scowling at him until his head slowly turned your direction.

You always liked his Rhaast side. So protective and levelheaded. Although very dominant sometimes, he always made your comfort a priority.

He stood, opened the sliding glass door, entered, then shut it behind him without turning around.

"Y/N," he said plainly, putting his hands in his pockets as he awaited your response.

"Yes?" You said, carelessly sassy with your tone as you looked anywhere other than the sculpted man prowling towards you. "What do you want?"

"You know I'm on your side, little one," Rhaast says as he approaches. You took a step back in unison with each of his until you were undoubtedly trapped between him and the white hotel wall. His body radiated heat that seeped into your skin, and you breathed deep to calm yourself.

"Ka- Rhaast. I don't know what to say. What happened earlier was really fucked up."

"I know, I know. Don't worry- I gave him a piece of my mind. That idiot never treats you right," his hand reaches up, gently caressing your face before lifting your chin to look at him.

You can't help your brow furrowing, lip pouting.

"Kayn doesn't treat me badly... he just read the situation wrong."

Checkmate, asshole. Kayn hisses to Rhaast. In return, he takes off his mask, revealing his wild but soft eyes. The contradiction between the obvious curiosity in his gaze and the demanding flicker of arousal made the muscles in your stomach tighten.

"He almost hit you, do you understand? Know's better than to endanger our love like that," his expression was so pained you could only imagine the war that was waging in his head right now.

"It's okay, love... really," you sighed. "I just didn't want any more violence to happen, and it seemed inevitable unless I intervened the way that I did. I know you- or Kayn- would never hit me. And I always know you treat me right."

Rhaast pouts his lower lip, and you have sudden overwhelming urge to kiss him. It wasn't your intention; you really did want to talk about everything... but you just couldn't stop yourself.

The kiss was tender, soft. He let out a sigh when you did it, almost a whimper- so out of character for him. It was almost as if he was relieved. He knew that you had forgiven him. You didn't feel so trapped between him and the wall anymore when Rhaast's hands gently pulled you closer to him to deepen the kiss.

"Thank you for always protecting me, Rhaast. Kayn, I love you," you smile against his lips, your hands touching his face. He pulls away only for a moment to look you in the eyes before grabbing you around your ass and lifting you up. Instinctively you wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you towards the bed.

Holding onto the back of his neck, you squirmed in his arms as the he lowered you onto the soft cotton bedding. The bed was cool under the fabric of your clothes, a delicious contradiction to the heat radiating between you and Kayn.

The two of you bite and suck and play amongst each other's lips, your body gradually becoming more and more aroused. When you look back into his eyes, you can tell Kayn has returned.

"I'm sorry, my love, but I can't control myself when it comes to you," he says, a shy but sly smile taking over the canvas of his face. He looks so cheeky, trying to get you to forgive him still even when you're sure he knows your hardly angry anymore.

Now you're just turned on.

"I understand- I can't say I wouldn't have reacted the same way... Hey, I have an idea. Why don't you make it up to me?" You smile back at him, tracing a finger down the soft skin of his muscular bare chest. He tilted his head in response, raising a brow. His body towered over you as the two of you lay there, encompassing you in his thrilling aura.

"You dirty little thing," he cooed before nuzzling his face into your neck, his wet tongue dragging along your skin before placing a soft nibble. You whimpered at the feeling as he continued scraping his teeth along your flesh.

"I would destroy everything for you, my love," his voice is sweet like a summer wind, warm emotions ruffling straight through to your heart. Kayn was everything- the sun, the moon, the stars. In this moment before you share the most intimate of actions, you felt so close to him.

He was being so open after the events that had occurred. You realized perhaps Rhaast was his way of communicating the things he didn't really want to say, and it made you feel warm inside that he was comfortable enough with you to share that side of him.

Your thoughts came to an abrupt stop when Kayn sat up to help you out of your clothes, removing his own swiftly. Your mouth hung open at the sight of him removing the black leather belt from his pants, the corded muscles in his arms flexing as his fingers fumbled with the buckle. When he looked back up at you with a feline gaze, you swore you could see flickers of Rhaast.

He bends, crawling over your squirming frame. The air was thick with tension as he began caressing your body with his large hands. They were rough on your soft skin as he pinched and prodded your nipples, leaning down slowly to suck them one by one.

There was this thing about Kayn- he never stopped watching you. Always looking at your expression, gauging how certain things made you feel. You were so enthralled by the way he looked at you while pleasing you that that alone had your heat rising.

He made his way down your body, peppering kisses and bites as he traveled. Once he reached your front, you hissed in a breath at the first feeling of his tongue on you.

He licked and sucked, his warm tongue caressing everywhere perfectly as he serviced you.

"Fuck, Kayn that feels so good," you moaned, grabbing his hair and tugging- to which he responded with a growl. You knew how that made him feel, and you wanted nothing more than for him to fuck you in that moment. Sure, his mouth felt great, but you knew his cock would feel even better.

He almost became feral, you noticed, as he ceased his movements and sat up, grabbing you and pulling your legs towards him so you were at the edge of the bed.

"You drive me fuckin' crazy baby," his voice gravely, he gripped his thick member, stroking it a few times while looking at you through thick lashes. "I'm going to fuck you, now. Show you who you belong to, right my love?"

"Please Kayn, P-Please fuck me now," you whimpered, your cheeks warm and flushed, a hand caressing your front while the other rested idly by your head.

"I love it when you beg. Only for me, baby. Yeah- fuck," he stammered a bit as he pressed his tip to your entrance, watching his dick become engulfed slowly by your hole. "You're always so gods damned tight for me."

The feeling of his dick had your brain melting, your hand stopping for a moment. Kayn noticed, stopped his movements, and gave you a look.

"Did I tell you to stop, love?" All you could do in response between whimpers was shake your head, and you moved your hand back to keep pleasing yourself as he started picking up the pace. "Gooood, good fucking b/g."

He continued his pace, grunting every few seconds in sync with his thrusts. You rolled your eyes back into your head as you felt yourself climb higher and higher. Kayn leaned down and kissed you passionately, biting your lip as he released you.

"Cum for me, love. I'm not going to last much longer with you gripping me like this. He hissed in his breath as you shuddered and cried out, reaching your climax. Your vision blurred, a few tears dripping down your face as you gripped his forearms.

"Fuck baby- Fuck I'm gonna cum," Kayn groans, whipping his head back. "Take my cum baby, that's it, fuuuuuuck." His hips buck against you as he finds his release and lets out shuttering breaths as he slows to a stop.

He pulls out slowly, leaving you feeling empty but content as he pulls you up further onto the bed and collapses onto the plush mattress.

"Maybe I should get jealous more often if this is how the night ends up," he smiles, and you roll your eyes in response.

"Maybe I shouldn't have rewarded you for that behavior," you giggle, and he scoffs. "Next time let's talk about it first, unless the person you're jealous of actually looks like he is doing something bad?"

"Yeah yeah, I know," now it was his turn to roll his eyes, returning to his normal sassy self for a moment before softening again. "I really am sorry, Y/N. I love you."

"I know you are. Oh and by the way, you may want to save the rest of your apologies for your talk with Yone tomorrow..."

"Shit," was all he responded, shaking his head. "Great... Whatever, he'll get over it. He loves me."

"Yeah, so do I Kayn. So do I," you smile, planting a kiss on his cheek. "Goodnight my love."

"Goodnight, baby." He responds, and as when you fall asleep you dream of Kayn and Rhaast and the lovely life you share. Even through the ups and downs he will always be your everything.

#Heartsteel x Reader #Heartsteel Kayn x Reader #Kayn x Reader #League of Legends x Reader #League x Reader #LoL x Reader

[seethesin]

being a dedicated passenger princess in shane's jeep

pairing: Shane McCutcheon x F!Reader

tags/warnings: fluff (shocking), established relationship, sexual content (as per usual), heavy petting, fingering, semi-public sex (mdni, 18+)

a/n: i write this from the pov of a lesbian who has always been the driver in her past relationships, so i'm really resonating with shane in this one 🥲 this is for all my passenger princess babes

sfw section:

Any excuse Shane can find to give you a lift, she will take

Gotta go grocery shopping? So does she; she'll be over in ten minutes

Running some errands? Guess she will too; give her five minutes

Need to drop something off at the post office? Beep beep, she's in your driveway already

It's your bright smile, peck to the lips, and exuberant "thank you!" that does her in every time you climb into her Jeep

Not even a few moments into her driving and you're already slipping your hand into her free one, bringing her knuckles to your lips and kissing them

It drives her nuts but she refuses to admit it to your face

She doesn't need to though, because you always pick out her tiny smile and faint flush every time you do it

If you two aren't holding hands, she grips your thigh with one hand and steers with the other

Shane is a patient driver with you in the car, but like everyone, falls victim to road rage

There are times you find her anger cute; her nose will scrunch up so prettily and she'll throw her hands all around as she yells for the car in front of you to fucking move up!

After a few kisses to the back of her hand and your nails tickle scratching her arm, she forgets why she was so irritated in the first place

Whether your vice is Starbucks, Dunkin', or something else, she always makes a point to hit the drive-thru for you

Although she orders for you—your usual is ingrained in her brain—you have to fight to pay for it and to get something for her as a thank you for driving

She doesn't let you do it all the time, but most times you leave with your drink of choice in your cup holder and an espresso in Shane's

Once you reach your destination, Shane loves to hurry out of the Jeep first so she can swing around to your side, open your door, and offer a hand (if needed) out

You usually accept it, always making a point to slide your arm into hers and lean into her as you walk inside

After your errands/shopping/etc. are finished, Shane gets you back into the Jeep first, always asking "are you in?" and waiting for your nod before shutting the door

She once shut it on your ankle while you were sliding into the passenger seat and you refused to let her live it down

Once she brings you back home, you leave her with a sweet kiss and another genuine "thank you!" before gathering your things

Shane always brings you in for another kiss before you leave, tugging your chin forward and nibbling on your lower lip before you pull away

If you don't, there was no way you were leaving her car

You always make a point to remind her to text you when she gets back home safely

That alone makes her heart skip a beat and dutifully, she promises you

She'll always wait for you to unlock the door and slip into your home before she pulls out of the driveway

A promise is a promise and she will always text you once she gets back home

nsfw section:

When you get tired of kissing her knuckles, you slip her finger into your mouth

The first time you did it, Shane nearly crashed the car

Now she's used it and welcomes it

As soon as she feels your tongue swipe against her index finger, she presses another one inside

You take them greedily, hollowing your cheeks as you suck and kitten lick the length of her digits

Shane can't see it, but she just knows how good you're being for her and makes sure you know it

When the two of you are stuck in traffic and she's got a hand on your thigh, she loves to see how long she can touch you before she has to inch up again

Her hand will slide up your thigh and cup against your clothed cunt, rubbing deliberately slow

You immediately rut into her touch, grinding against her palm for friction

Her eyes are hyper-focused on the traffic around you, but she doesn't even need to look as she slips her hand into your pants

She's stroking over your already damp underwear, tsking gently as her touch ghosts over where you need her most

"Oh, that's too bad," she'd croon, immediately pulling her hand out once the car in front of her started moving again. "Light's already green."

Those fingers are shoved right back down your throat and you suck them clean, all while your clit is throbbing mercilessly

Over time, you realize that her road rage could be... kind of hot

There's something so sexy about the way a switch flips in Shane's brain and she goes animalistic on other drivers

You're almost jealous; in those moments you want nothing more than for her to channel that aggression into something more useful—like fucking you raw in the backseat

Car sex with Shane is completely thrilling

She loves to take you right in the front seat for everyone to see

There are times on the way back home that she'll look at you, pupils blown out and you don't even need her to ask because you're already telling her to pull in over here, yeah, the spot right under the tree in the corner

She parks, pushes her seat back, and you climb up on top of her—a mess of wet kisses and inquisitive hands

Shane's favorite thing is to yank your shirt off, shove your bra down with her teeth, and shove your nipples in her mouth while you keen in her lap

It's slowly becoming one of your favorite things too, especially when she has two fingers already sheathed inside your pussy

You fuck quick and dirty; the thought of getting caught turns you both on, but the idea of getting ticketed or arrested for public indecency sours the mood very quickly

Which is how your most recent car sex escapade ended

Shane forgot to turn the engine off and your ass slammed into the steering wheel, right onto the car horn

Unfortunately, a police car was on patrol and immediately pulled into the parking lot you two were in

You jumped into the backseat, shoving your clothes back on while Shane stayed up front, smooth-talking the officer and convincing them that she pulled over so the both of you could take a much-deserved rest after your extensive road trip

The officer probably didn't buy it, but couldn't be bothered to waste more time with the two of you and you both were let off with a stern warning

The two of you cackle about it the rest of the way home, knowing good and goddamn well you'll be back on your shenanigans the next time the mood strikes

#shane mccutcheon #shane mccutcheon imagine #shane mccutcheon x reader #the l word #the l word imagine #tlw #tlw fandom #smut #headcanon #imagine #wlw #wlw nsft #lesbian #lesbian nsft #lgbtq #lgbt nsft #that last part in the ns/fw section may be inspired by real life events... allegedly 👀

[strangersteddierthings]

Daily Ficlet 5

I'm not getting inspiration from the prompt on my usual list, which is 'lighthouse.' So, the ficlet today doesn't follow that. Instead I used the prompt "Kiss me or leave me" as requested by @i-less-than-three-you and @localinsaneman.

Also, consider this the first part of the first prompt I did.

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Eddie's leg is bouncing, which isn't unusual. Steve's noticed he's always in motion. He talks with his whole body, gesturing wildly and moving about whatever space they're in, like he's trying to fill it. Which seems ridiculous to Steve, because Eddie fills in space just by entering a room. Steve doesn't even need to see him to know he's arrived; Steve always knows. Feels the change in his bones.

So, the bouncing leg isn't unusual, per say, but it is accompanied by silence. Eddie has been staring at the TV (he won't go so far as to say Eddie is watching) and it's been completely silent beyond the audio from the movie for almost ten minutes. The last time Eddie was silent this long in Steve's company was when he told Steve he was gay.

(Two months later, Steve came out to Robin. A week after that, to Eddie. And it's not like Steve had expected a reaction beyond thanks for telling me and trusting me but he'd hoped and that- well, it's foolish to think Eddie would be interested in him like that anyway.)

Something's up, or something's happened, or maybe something's wrong? Whatever is it, Eddie's working up the courage to tell him. He knows better than to prod at Eddie, because the coming out talk had actually taken over three hours. When Steve prodded, Eddie'd just gotten up and left without a word, returning about fifteen minutes later to just sit in silence. They'd repeated that three times before Steve realized he needed to just shut up and sit in silence until Eddie was ready.

But he hates the not knowing.

Sitting in the silence is awful. It reminds him of silent dinners where the only noise is cutlery on porcelain and chewing. Of the silent disappointment in his report cards even when nothing was below a C. The quiet before the storm, when his father was mad about something and bottling it up until he exploded; he'd quit hitting Steve when Steve got big enough to hit back but the yelling never stopped.

Not that this silence is filled with the same tension as any of the silences he'd shared with his parents, but it's so far off from the Eddie he's come to know that it makes Steve uneasy all the same.

In fact, the only thing keeping Steve grounded right now is his hand wrapped around Eddie's wrist between them. Steve always holds his wrist when they watch horror movies, or thrillers. (It's not that Steve is scared; he just likes to be grounded. To know he's not alone.)

Another ten minutes go by. Steve shifts on the couch, slouching more into Eddie's space. Normally they'd be shoulder to shoulder by now, but Eddie's stuck firmly on his side of the couch. Back straight. Leg bouncing. Arm completely rigid in Steve's grip. And now, as Steve leans into his space, he sees Eddie freeze. The leg stops moving, one second, two seconds, three seconds, four-

"ARGH!" Eddie shouts, flinging himself off the couch, pulling his arm from Steve's grip as he goes before throwing his arms up in the air as he spins on his heel and points at Steve. "I can't do this!"

Steve startles. "What?"

"You! You keep- sometimes it seems like- Aahh!" Eddie pulls at his own hair and Steve's just confused. What did he do? What's he done to upset Eddie? Whatever it is, he'll beg forgiveness and never do it again.

"What did I do?"

"Nothing! That's the-" Eddie snaps his mouth shut before finishing his sentence but Steve knows.

"I didn't do something and that's the issue?"

Eddie doesn't speak, but that doesn't mean he's silent. Eddie speaks with his whole body. Right now, he moves from foot to foot, a very subtle rocking motion and his hands find each other, fingers twisting at rings. Eddie stares down at Steve, still on the couch, and speaks to him without words.

He's nervous. The ring twisting is nervous Eddie. But the shifting, the rocking, that's scared. That's ready to run. And the stare. His face is a mask of anger, but Steve knows that's it. It's a mask. Eddie is hiding his fear behind anger.

Nervous. Scared. False anger. All directed at Steve, for something he didn't do.

Steve stands in one fluid motion and steps into Eddie's space. They're the same height, putting them at eye level easily. God, Steve hopes he's reading this right. He slowly lifts a hand to tuck Eddie's hair behind his ear, exposing more of his handsome face. "What do you need from me? If I can do it, I will. For you. You know I will."

He watches Eddie war with himself before all the fight leaves him. Because Eddie knows Steve just as well as Steve knows Eddie. He has to. Steve can't have fucked this up that badly. "Kiss me or leave me. I need you to do one, because I can't stand the not knowing which will happen anymore."

And Steve knows what Eddie wants, but Eddie's had him on edge all night over something they could have solved months ago, so Steve slides a hand behind Eddie's head and applies enough pressure to get Eddie moving, and just when Eddie's eyes slip closed to ready for the kiss, Steve goes up on his toes and plants a loud, exaggerated kiss to Eddie's forehead.

Eddie rears back, looking so offended that Steve just has to laugh. But before Eddie can get hurt or angry, Steve grabs his wrist again and marches down the short hallway to Eddie's room, wasting no time in crowding Eddie against his door once it's closed, and kissing his way up Eddie's shoulder, neck, jaw, before finally, finally claiming his lips.

#steddie #my fic #daily ficlet #long post #but not long enough for a read more imo so sorry not sorry about that

[witchersmistress]

the down fall of Eros

Hello my darlings!! worked on this beauty while i was on the beach today.

Trigger Warning: Swearing, Violence, alcohol, soft Sy

Word count: 2.4K

Sys pov

Dragging my feet back inside, I couldn't face the thought of being in my office not where her scent lingered. So I went to the bar and ordered a whiskey neat from Theo.

He gave me a look as I downed the whiskey and he filled the glass up again. " Boy, if you have something to say, say it. I am not in the mood for games" I drawled. He swung the rag he was wiping the bar down over his shoulder and picked up his drink and tipped it in my direction. "May I be frank with you Mr. Stone" I grunted at him and he continued. " You are a goddamn idiot" the pateron to the left of me choked on his drink as I glared daggers at Theo.   He began to wipe down the bar as he watched me " what did you say to me boy?" I sharply asked, I heard him the first time but I wanted to see if he had the balls to repeat himself. 

"With all due respect sir, you are my boss, but you are a goddamned idiot. Even a blind man could see how much you care for Rory, why else spend 100 thousand dollars on her to keep her out of the hands of that Irish prick O'Malley? She was clearly on cloud 9 when she left but you just put her in your car without a second glance, that's cold even for you boss." Draining my whiskey again he pours me another " is she really worth losing over, something she can't handle, cause let me tell you, that girl is one tough cookie, nothing could stop her or slow her down” he tossed the dirty rag in with the dirty dishes and took off with them to the back.

Looking at the bottom of the glass as if the amber liquid would hold all my answers “He’s right you know, Syverson” a dark and sinful voice purred in my ear, i turned to find Liliana standing next to me, her long dark hair cascading down her back, her warm caramel colored skin, glowing under these lights and her dark eyes looked like obsidian from this angle. I downed what was left of my whiskey, turning in my seat to face her. She was in a long white dress, a stark contrast to her naturally dark vibe she gives and as per usual, she had Bambi wrapped around her arm, with her head resting on her chest just above the swell of her left breast. Why she insists on carrying that damn snake everywhere she goes, i'm not sure but it gives her an edge that most men wouldn't dare cross and has most women bowing at her feet.

She beckoned me to follow “Come Logan, take a walk with me” I threw a 50 down on the bar for Theo, he may be a smart ass kid but he is always a wise one for his age. Catching up to Lil with ease, we walked through the club, to the seething underbelly, located downstairs. Down here, people could be who they wanted to be, from voyeurism to reverse harems, to public sex, there  was something for everyone down here. With a lot of trust, safe words and limits, the world is yours for the taking down here. I followed Lil to her dark corner of the room, she walked with such pose and grace as she sat down in her throne, with a particular young man attached to the wall by a long chain and collar.

 It wa s Mikey, my nephew, i sat across from Lil while she got comfortable in her chair with a heavy sigh i pointed at Mikey ``I'm not going to ask but be gentle he is a kid” she clucked her tongue at me “Please Logan you worry to much, besides i'm holding on to him as a debt from you beloved brother, once he pays up he can have his son back” Mikey went to protest but she pulled on his chain “ Shh my pet, the adults are talking” he quickly shut up and looked back at the floor. “He is an odd one that is for sure” she just gave me a knowing smile while stroking his hair “So why did you kick that poor girl out like she we was yesterdays trash, the poor thing was in tears as they pulled out” wide eyed i studied her “How in the actual fuck did you know i did that?” she winked at me and gestured around the room with her hands, “I have eyes and ears everywhere doll and don't you forget it” she was our silent partner in the business so she could come and go as she pleased. She was not my cup of tea but she was a fascinating woman.

“ Liliana, I have to protect her, she is my best friend's daughter and the stuff that Walter, August and I are involved in could get her hurt or worse even killed.” she scoffed and rolled her eyes, “Bullshit excuse, you and i both know that you would move heaven and earth to protect that girl, hell look at what August has done to keep Addie safe” she had a valid point, “This is Rory we are talking about'' i countered “She isn't like Adeline or Amelia'' Liliana snorted at that remark. “That is true, Amelia’s father is a damned fool if he thinks he can hide her from Walter, that man will find her and there will be hell to pay when he does' ' Mikey snorted but didn't say anything else. Leaning forward and resting my elbows on my knees.

“What can I do? I might have pushed her away for good, how can I fix  that?” she tsk tsk me like a child. “Seriously Sy? You really are a goddamn idiot, you get on your knees and worship her the way you should have, honestly boy you should have grabbed her at 18 and never let go, so you may lose your best friend but if he truly wants his daughter to be happy, he’ll come round” whatever weight that was holding me down suddenly lifted and spark of clarity came in “Thank you Lil, i don't know how to thank you” she waved me off “Anytime sugar, now go get your girl, your bike is still in the garage if you need it” bolting up the stairs and to the elevator. My phone pinged.. It was fucking Walter 

Walter: Now hold on, where is Rory and where is the damn fire cousin??

Not responding to him, I don't want to play his games. 

August: “Now now brother i'm fairly certain, he scared her off”

Sy: 🖕🖕🖕

Rushing off the elevator, I changed from my monkey suit, into jeans and a t- shirt with my leather jacket and bolted down the stairs, racing over to my bike, I started it and bolted out of the parking garage. Speeding in and out of the LA traffic, desperate to reach Rory in time. I drove into the parking garage of the hotel and made my way inside, passing the front desk. The  lady behind the desk stopped me "Mr. Syverson sir?" I turned to look at her " Yes ma'am what can I do for you?" Striding towards the desk. A slight flush appeared on her cheeks. Clearing her throat, she continued " we are giving you a partial refund for your stay, since your second guest checked out a little while and went. Poor thing she was distraught, but she had a lovely young man with her" she continued to rattle off but I stopped listening. She was gone, she had left. With another man… I had officially lost her.

Thanking the woman, I made my way to the elevators and up to the 14th floor. Trudging back to my room, I opened the door and a folded piece of paper was under my door, picking it up, I'd recognize Rory's handwriting anywhere, she loved to leave me notes as a little girl.

Sy, I'm leaving. I'll be back Monday morning to fly home but not a moment beforehand. I'm safe and that's what matters. Don't bother trying to find me, I don't want to be found especially by you. We will fly home Monday but I never want to see you again Logan Syverson. Rory

Sitting on the bed I read that note over and over again. She's gone, and I've lost her forever. Standing up, I paced, my blood boiling at the thought of her off with another man, him touching what's mine. I pick up the lamp on the bedside table and throw it across the room with a roar, punching my fist into the wall. Reaching into the mini fridge and grabbing my bottle of Jack Daniel's I chugged sip, after sip, until all I saw was a black drunken rage.

Rorys’ POV

I climbed out of the car at the hotel and made my way inside. I can't believe that I was so stupid to think that Sy would actually have feelings for me the same way I did him. He is an excellent faker. He told me all the right things, did all the right things, he played me like a cheap piano.

Making my way to my room, i grabbed my suitcase and started throwing my stuff in there, i couldn't stay in the next room to that man, my cell phone chimed and i grabbed, it was Jesse

Jesse: Hey bonita, heard you were in LA, would you be interested in getting dinner?

Rory: Loved to, i'll text you the address for the hotel im staying at.

Jesse: see ya soon 😘

I smiled and finished packing up my things, i left Sy a note a slipped it under his door not that he even deserve that much, i told the lovely woman behind the counter that i was leaving as Jesse walked in, he was 6’2, shaved head, dark eyes, plump lips that are just damn near kissable. He was in a dark button down shirt with the first few buttons undone. Black dress pants that made his ass look phenomenal, black shoes that shined, I expected nothing else from a navy man. He gave me a warm genuine smile, kissing me on my cheek as he took my bag and placed it in the trunk of his Tesla. Opening my car door for me, my heart broke a little, he is always such a gentleman. Getting in the driver's seat, he pulled away as I looked out the window as he drove, he had one hand on the steering wheel, the other one gripping my left thigh in his large hand “Bonita, talk to me” his voice was soft and gentle. I told him about what happened at Lux. he pulled into his apartment complex, he gripped the steering wheel as I finished my story. He got out of the car, grabbed my bag and he opened my door for me. “Come let's order in and watch a movie” he placed an arm around my back and made our way upstairs. Opening his apartment, I followed him inside. “ I’ll put your bag on my bed, go get comfy while I order food, your usual?” he asked over his shoulder, i followed him into his guest room, which was plain, a bed, nightstand, a mirror, and a desk. He was very simple, he believed that bedrooms were for sleeping and sex.

Valid reasons, I always thought, walking into the ensuite bathroom, I turned on the shower as hot as I could handle and went back to my bag to get my bathroom stuff. Jesse had laid out on the bed for me one of his oversized t-shirts and my black booty shorts. “This isn't a booty call Mr.” i teased as i grabbed my shower stuff, leaning against the door frame “I know sweet girl, there is time for that later” winking at me as he left the room, walking back into the bathroom, stripping off my clothes and to the hot water to commune with my demons, tried like hell to wash Sy from my skin but it was no use i could feel him everywhere. I pounded my fist on the black tile wall till my knuckles ached. A full body sob racked my chest as I slid to the floor and cried. I felt so many things, but I couldn't process my thoughts.

I felt strong arms wrap around me and pull me closer into their chest, clinging to the  shirt clinging to their chest, whoever they were, they reeked of whiskey and bergamot, jasmine and cedar. I'd recognize that cologne anywhere, looking up, I saw into the blood shot eyes that belong to one Logan Syverson. At this moment I wanted to do so many things, hit him, punch him, rip him a new one but the look in his eyes told me more than the big burly man had ever spoken to me. My anger replaced my sorrow and I got out of the shower wrapping myself in a towel and went to go find Jesse to yell at.

I was barely out the door when a strong arm grabbed me around my waist, hauling my back and slamming the door. I struggled against his hold, he let me go and I just spun around and pounded on his chest, like a child throwing a temper tantrum. “ I hate you Logan Syverson, I cursed the day I realized you meant so much to me” I continued to beat him and he just stood there and let me, my punches became slower and slower till they finally stopped. He grabbed my arms wrapping them around his neck as he picked me up and carried me over to the bed, sitting me on the edge. He pulled a t- shirt over my head and the towel before he undid the towel and dropped it to the floor. He stripped off his wet clothes and put on a pair of black boxer briefs as he pulled back the covers, scooping me up he climbed under the covers and pulled them up. Tucking me into his chest, he rubbed my back as he kissed my head. He murmured the bedtime story that he used to tell me as a little girl, as my eyes grew heavier by the minute. That last thing I heard before the world faded around me was something I never thought I heard. “ I've loved you since I can't remember when, and I'm going to love you until I can't forget how.”

#henry cavill characters #henry cavill x you #henry cavill imagine #henrycavill smut #captain syverson fanfiction #captain syverson

[imliketheiceifreeze]

Resisting temptation-part one

Levi Ackerman x AFAB reader

warnings: smut, violence, swearing, MINORS DNI

summary: reader is a 20 something soldier who has hopelessly pined after her captain for many years, little do you know he has more than noticed your presence. what will happen when all of these emotions come to a head and the consequences of your actions become a reality?

I longed for him, his sharp wit and tongue that cut through all those niceties and lies. It calmed me in a way during this time of complete turmoil that seemed never-ending, he possessed the ability to prevent the spiral of anxiety. I guess you could say he grounded me. My captain. I will be forever loyal to him and although I feel he would not return my feelings I am satisfied just being in his presence.

 I suppose that is the problem. When I am alone I cant stand it, I miss him. Part of me wants to believe he could return my feelings but to admit it and be crushed was something I don't think I could take, his rejection would kill me, so I stay silent. I'm an apathetic person you see, at least usually. I prefer not to make a scene, anything for a happy life. If I am offended I wont tell you, if I feel I am wronged I wont make a large effort to undo this, for the most part, life is too short so it is rare that I allow myself to indulge in such selfish desires.

 I try to not think too much because when I do it takes over like a monster, eating away at my mind, poisoning it. I find solace in small things, like the time I get to write, one on one combat, fighting against titans. They occupy my mind fully, I can't have distractions from the task at hand, I'm shut off from the past and future, all that matters is the actual.

That is why when I am dismissed from my duties, laying on my bed stripped of my gear the thoughts invade my mind. I Can't deny the heat I feel on my hand where he brushes against it. The need to be closer to him. Know what he thinks and feels. I hate this infatuation!

A knock on my door broke me from my self-pity and introspection

“yes,” I reply quickly.

 “Hi Cadet Y/L/N.”

I jumped to my feet and saluted the higher up, “squad leader Hanji, hello!" I exclaim.

 “At ease soldier,” she laughs deeply, her shoulders shaking. “You are a jumpy one,” she mused making a red tint trickle up my cheeks like a blossoming flower “I have a duty I would like you to fulfil,” she carried on.

“yes Dr Hanji.”

 “Corporal Levi has requested tea in his chambers, Jasmine, I trust you know where to find it in the kitchens.”

 “Yes ma'am.”

“haha, perfect!” She smiled “try not to piss off that little bridge guarding troll,” she cackled before leaving my chambers quickly with a slam of my door.

I couldn't help but snort in response, she was surely brave, or had a death wish, she must be the only person able to insult Captain Levi without certain death.

“right,” I mumbled remembering the task at hand, I must deliver his tea soon or he may punish me in his own way. Tying up my hair that was far too long to be cooking with, I allowed it to swish from shoulder to shoulder as I bounced along to the kitchen. “put the water in the kettle hmmmhmhm,” I hummed “and place it on the stove,” I turned on the gas next to a lit match to light the ring, placing the kettle on top.

 I hummed to force down the bubbling excitement and anxiety inside of me “jasmine, jasmine,” I rifled through the various boxes of tea in search of the desired one. The Captain sure does enjoy his tea. I feel I was chosen for this task for my gentle nature, I always did as told and wouldn't dare talk back to the captain, even when assigned extra jobs. Somehow, that didn't make me happy. Am I complicit in life? I think people think they can walk all over me. I have emotions sure, just like everyone else, I just am dedicated to the larger goal of serving my country.

“eeeeeeee!”

“ah the kettle!” I ran over to it, “okay tea, 2 spoons per person, but the Captain likes his tea strong so 3 teaspoons of tea, let it brew for 5 minutes,” I repeated my mothers instructions aloud as I slowly tidied up and pulled out a cup from the cupboard, washing it once more not wanting to have to redo the whole process because of a speck of dirt. Humming I fumbled around the kitchen, grabbing a tray.

 Suddenly, I squealed and instinctively grabbed the hand on my shoulder twisting it as I turned around, although I paled as I saw the face of the person or should I say man I was attacking.

“Jesus, easy there cadet,” he grabbed my arm and easily removed it once I had relaxed, placing it by my side.

“Commander Erwin, forgive me, I'm so sorry, I'm really sorry, I hadn't meant to... I didn't want to...I'm sorry,” I rambled as he chuckled.

 “I'll let this one slide, hey, at least we know you're reactions aren't getting slow,” his eyes creased at the edges as I teared up in embarrassment.

“I'm sorry Commander Erwin.”

 “that's a strong grip you have, at least I know Captain Levi has been teaching you well,” he smiled, ignoring my profuse apologies.

 “I-I was just preparing tea for the Captain,” I murmured as I placed the tray on the table along with the cup, strainer and teapot.

“ah, I see, The Captain has always taken a liking to you.”

“huh?” I exclaimed, wondering if I had heard him correctly. He did not repeat himself nor did he appear especially pleased as he turned,

“as you were,” and walked away down the hall.

what the hell was that strange encounter? I can't possibly figure out any moment of it. What strange people soldiers are it seems. Now even more nervous, I shakily carried the tray of tea down the hall, spying the back of Erwin's head further along.

“You can do this, don't be nervous, don't spill it. Phew,” I mumbled as I rapped on the door 3 times which swung open to reveal one, extremely angry looking Captain Levi. He eyed me as if to ask what the hell I was doing there but he softened  a little when he saw the tray I carried precariously.

“well come in before you drop it brat.”

 “thank you sir,” I nodded as I entered his room, it smelled of tea and bleach. He lead me to his bed as he sat himself on the edge, I placed the tray on the small table, standing to attention. He eyed me slowly before commanding,

“pour it for me,” resting his chin on his hand as he watched me shakily pour the piping hot tea through the strainer placing it down and standing up again to face him. “pass me the cup,” once more I carried out his instructions, passing the tea to him feeling his fingers brush mine as he carefully took the hot cup from me. “say, what are you always thinking in there” he questioned “your silence is unnerving.”

“I'm sorry Captain, what would you like me to say?”

 “Anything Brat, anything interesting,” he sighed placing his head in his hand, exasperated.

“Um, well if you don't mind me saying...” I gulped “ Comander Erwin is quite... strange” he laughed, a genuine laugh as he sipped his tea.

 “Oh really, do you think you should be talking this way about your commander?” I shook my head “go on, shut the door and sit down, I feel like company today.”

I wondered why, if he wanted company, he had chosen objectively the quietest cadet in the squadron. Yet I still shut the door, sitting cross legged on the floor in front of him, explaining the encounter I had had with him earlier. “Oh I see,” he sipped his tea, “at least you remembered your training,” he chuckled. “I know Erwin is mistakable for a titan, being the size of a fucking tree, but please try not to get confused.”

I giggled along with his chuckle as he drank his tea. I eyed the cup, I suppose a little to longingly as he asked me “do you want some? There's plenty in the pot, just get yourself a cup.”

“I-I” I was a little stunned for words but I decided to be bold “Yes please Captain.”

 “go on then,” he stated in a monotone “and call me Levi when we are informal like this, it makes me feel even older with you calling me sir all the time,” he moaned as I left to fetch a cup. When I returned he was sitting cross legged on the bed, savouring the taste of the hot tea with his eyes closed.

 “Levi,” I let his name stay on my lips as I breathed out the words. His eyes snapped open to gaze coolly at me.

“ah, she returns,”

I smiled, moving to pour myself a cup before settling myself down on his floor again.

“Go on, taste it, it's the finest tea around, you wont find better here within the walls.” He enthused, looking as if he would force the tea down my throat if he could. Inhaling the scent I sighed before bringing the cup to my lips. The taste was warm and comforting, but most of all the delicate taste of the jasmine flower was heaven on my tongue,

 “oh wow,” I sighed, my eyes meeting his. His eyes bore into mine.

“See, exquisite isn't it?” He murmured “better than anything those posh wall rose worshippers could ever get a hold of.”

“It makes me feel like I'm some princess being brought such fancy food, I'm used to crackers,” I smiled.

“Well captaincy has its perks, you never know, maybe one day you'll reach that level.” my eyes grew wide, such a complement was unexpected.

 “You think?” I asked excitedly.

“Tch, there's no point you asking me, you've got to be confident in yourself. Don't rely on others Y/N.”

 “Yes sir.. I mean Levi,” he smiled sipping his tea, watching me squirm. “Say, Levi, may I speak unprofessionally?”

 “Tch, brat, what the hell did you think we were doing before?”

 “Well, you see, I'm concerned...”

 “oh?” one thin eyebrow arched.

“Often, lately, you seem... well, sad” I paused “is there anything I could do?” He blushed lightly, obviously not used to being cared for.

“And just how do you think you are equipped to be my therapist Y/N?” He seethed, obviously a nerve had been touched.

 “I'm sorry only, I could listen, I often listen to peoples problems, you look like you could use someone to talk to.”

 He was annoyed again as he sipped his tea and uncrossed his legs, pulling the cravat from his neck and brusquely folding it before getting up to place it on the back of his chair. He stood like a caged animal, unsure of if he should run or attack, never turning to face me. Placing my tea down on the floor I stood and slowly but surely stepped towards him.

 “Levi,” I called, something in me urging me, telling me he needed someone more than I was afraid to be rejected. “tell me, I'll listen...” Placing my hand on his shoulder he tensed “I care,” he shuffled and sniffed a little “I still respect you as my Captain. You of all people should know I would always have the utmost respect for my superiors.” His shoulders shook and I realised he must be crying. Sobs racked through his body and I wrapped my arms around his powerful back, he turned to face me, finally.

“I can't be superhuman, I can't do this, I can't save everyone,” he exclaimed, pulling at his hair “I couldn't save them,” I placed my hands on his face staring into his eyes.

“No-one can, Levi, all you can do is your best and that's what you do. Every time you kill a titan or lead the troops, you take on a heavy burden no man should bear.” His tears flowed freely as I wrapped my arms around his body he responded wrapping me up in his arms.

 “Forgive me for showing you this weakness,” he mumbled into my shoulder as he squeezed my soft frame, inhaling my scent of soap as we stood embracing for an innumerable amount of time, both enjoying the loving contact of another person. “I wish they were all here, I wish I could apologize.”

“what for?” I questioned “they knew the risks of the corps when they joined, that doesn't make the loss any less sad, only... it's not your fault Levi.” Slowly, he unwound his arms and pulled away from me.

“I like the way you say my name... like you enjoy it,” he leant in his hand on my cheek, caressing the skin lightly “do you?” I nodded, unable to lie in his presence. He leant in further “say it again,” he commanded.

“Levi,” I breathed onto his lips as they slowly closed the gap between us both. It was a welcomed warmth that made me gasp. Much like the jasmine tea it was an exquisite yet comforting feeling to have him move his lips against my own, encouraging me to do the same. Leaning up I ran my hands over his undercut before tangling them in the soft locks of hair there. He groaned a little, kissing me more enthusiastically now, making my knees wobble, almost unable to hold myself up, however he snaked an arm around my waist anchoring me to him before nipping at my bottom lip. “Levi,” I mumbled, feeling heat travel through my body like a fire and he pressed his crotch to mine, our bodies now flush together I was able to feel the beginnings of his excitement. He retreated to look me in the eye as his fingers danced along my reddened lips. His eyes searched mine for consent to continue “I wont tell,” I said, already voicing his thoughts.

“hmm, you are much more insubordinate than you seem,” he chuckled

“how can I be?” I questioned, eyes sparkling with amusement “I'm following my Captain's orders.”

A smile reached his eyes as he pulled on my chin to open my mouth before placing his own on mine, snaking his tongue inside. The foreign feeling made me moan and crumble under his touch. He was so warm against me, the muscle licked at the roof of my mouth and entangled with my own. Kissing him felt so natural I was only surprised I hadn't done it sooner, but I could hardly take his teasing. He detached his mouth from mine and latched onto my jaw, kissing and sucking to my ear, nibbling and biting and sucking along every section of my neck. “please Levi, I can't take it” I whimpered, unsure from where this confidence had emerged inside of myself as I ran my hands along his back.

“hmm, for a virgin you are quite needy,” he paused “you are a virgin aren't you?" I blushed, not having expected him to be so crude.

 “yes,” I bowed my head in embarrassment.

 “Good, none of those bastards would fuck you properly anyway,” he bit down “would you like me to fuck you?” He asked gruffly “would you like to be fucked by your own Captain?” I nodded shamefully “how long have you wanted it? Did you touch yourself thinking about me?” I nodded again making him chortle “oh my, I had you all wrong Miss innocent,” he laughed amazedly making me shrink back and turn away from him. “hey, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.”

“Don't tease me” I mumbled angrily “And you're the one stood here with your tongue down the throat of your own subordinate!” I quipped.

"it seems we deserve each other then” he spoke softly “ah, I can't do this though” he pecked my lips despite himself then again and again walking backwards towards the bed.

“Mind the tea!” I exclaimed worriedly as he looked over my shoulder spying it. He pushed me down slowly onto the bed.

“Tell me to stop,” he spoke looking into my eyes as he undid the button on my trousers, tantalizingly slowly pulling down the fly.

“Don't stop, please, don't ever stop,” my fingers bunched in the bedding as he, as if enslaved, bent his head dutifully to my thigh where he proceeded to kiss and nibble through the fabric of the thin uniform trousers.

“lift your hips,” he slid the trousers from my lower half, maintaining eye contact he slid them lovingly from my legs, savouring them much like he had been the tea, taking his time to kiss and touch everywhere. He was obviously a man well practised in these rituals, the thought ever so slightly saddened me. Once he had removed them and my socks he lifted my thigh up above his shoulder, kissing along the flesh.

“you're beautiful, you know, all the cadets stare at you...sometimes even captains and commanders,” I blushed brightly now and covered my face with my hands, this was all too embarrassing. With this he stopped his ministrations and reached up to uncover my face “don't look away, watch me touch you.” He was always so straight forward, it drove me mad in the best of ways.

Leaning down again, he breathed onto my sex, the heat making me wetter, it certainly did not help when he began to kiss against my clitoris through my underwear, making out with my pussy lips as sensually as he had done with my mouth

“ah!” I drawled immediately, gripping onto his hair once more. This was so dirty and wrong, having my superior kneeling in front of me, eating me out, but how could I deny those slender fingers that tickled my stomach and brushed the laced edges of my underwear or the soft lips, warm tongue, that caressed me tenderly and lovingly, even if it was only an illusion. I couldn't help but moan as my dream came true in front of my eyes.

“Hey, you still there?” he murmured against me making me whimper.

“Yes, it's just,” I paused to collect my thoughts, screwing my eyes shut to block out the sensual image of the Captain so dishevelled, red lips swollen.

“what?” He breathed, palms kneading my thighs.

 “it's too much, I feel like I'm going to explode!” He snorted at my bold claim “I mean, not like that.. well maybe, uh,” I stammered, shamefully hiding my face once more.

“Hmm please do Y/N,” he said as he carefully began to pull down my panties, the cold immediately hitting me making me suddenly feel very bare and vulnerable. He kissed at my stomach as he pried open my legs “watch me,” with those words he eyed my exposed pussy mumbling “beautiful,” before leaning in to taste. He licked a long stripe up my lips before spreading them with his fingers making me almost cum on the spot.

 “Levi,” I gasped as he continued to tenderly tongue my sex before slowly inserting a finger. “Oh god, oh god, don't stop please, ah,” I tried to clamp my legs shut but he wouldn't let me, continuing to finger me and suck at my clitoris.

He then, to top it off, curled his tongue into my opening, making me squirm and scream quietly, attempting, feebly, to not awake the other soldiers “Levi, Levi, Levi, I'm going to... I can't, I'm cumming aaaahhhh!” I rode out my orgasm against his tongue that was pumping into me, fucking me as I clenched, and even more humiliatingly, squirted. Luckily, he had pulled away at least a little but he held me down as he watched the clear streams of liquid squeezed out of my body, clearly fascinated by the whole ordeal.

 “huh, I guess you really meant it,” he mused, dipping his fingers into me before sucking them clean, moaning around them whilst he palmed himself a little.

 “Captain, let me suck you off.”

He raised his eyebrows, “well isn't that a line out of a wet dream,” he commented as he quickly shed his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. Though his cool words didn't quite match his clearly flustered outward demeanour.

I followed his lead, albeit slower than him, feeling a little silly sitting there in only a shirt and jacket. When it came to removing my bra he knelt beside me on the bed, kissing my lips as he unhooked it himself, letting the thing drop from my shoulders with wide eyes to finally reveal my naked form.

“Fuck, you're gorgeous,” he ran his fingers through his hair as if distressed before making the decision to run his hands over my body, groping at my breasts before latching on to a nipple, toying with the other in his fingers

 “ah, Levi, isn't it y-your turn?”

"I want to fucking kiss you everywhere,” he growled, blatantly ignoring me in favour of leaving love bites in his wake, dark purple and littered over both of my breasts. As I saw he had completely lost control, I reached down to his cock, running lightly over his trousers with my fingertips. He bit his lip and growled.

 “Okay then, have your wish, suck off your captain and that is an order.”

“Yes sir,” I spoke darkly, a slave to his words and as he laid back, I straddled his waist, unbuttoning and unzipping his trousers with slight urgency. Pulling them down, he kicked them off his legs and I did the same with his boxers, placing them all in a pile on the floor making him huff in agitation, but the promise of my lips wrapped around his cock left him unable to move.

He guided me, showing me how to move my hands against his manhood. It was velvety soft and I felt honoured with this task to see Captain Levi in such an exposed state, only following his instincts. I became bolder, stroking his balls and then running my fingers over the tip before licking the head a little like an ice lolly. “hmmm,” he growled grabbing my hair

“let me in, please,” he pleaded with me, sweat sticking his hair to his forehead as he panted desperately, leaning up on his elbows to watch me. Since I knew it's what he wanted I attempted to accommodate his large size into my mouth. and when I did, I felt stuffed full, unable to make any intelligible sounds.

“shit,” he exclaimed whilst I tugged him off where my mouth couldn't reach, moving my mouth up and down, although, eventually just letting him get up to his knees and fuck my mouth.

He went in a little deeper each time and I clawed at his hips, moaning at the lewd sounds coming from us both. “say my name now, say it!”

 “Leeeveiihmph,” you mumbled around his dick.

 “Oh fuck,” he contorted forward, leaning over me now, clearly coming undone soon. “Oh god again, say it again. Say it with your mouth stuffed full of my fucking cock.”

 “Levi!” Tears streamed from my eyes “Levi!” I tried to please him as he fucked my face faster and I fondled his balls.

 “Shit, fuck, your mouth is so good, I'm coming,” he pulled out of my mouth making me choke and gag, exhausted.

 “come inside, please Levi,” I whispered hoarsely which seemed to snap something inside him because he slammed back into me and I watched his face screw up, eyes shut as creamy hot liquid shot down my throat.

I licked and sucked him clean until he softened and I pulled away. He surprisingly lent down to kiss my lips softly, a silent thank you, although more than that as he continued to kiss me. He's so passionate, I thought as he kept kissing my lips, nipping and sucking at my lower, pulling me on top of him.

 “Do you want me to be your first?” he asked seriously “a 35 year old man, do you want to not have this to give to the one you love?”

“Yes,” I didn't even have to think about it “if you're waiting for me to stop you, rest assured it's the last thing I want. Life is too short to wait.”

 “I want you so many ways,” he murmured

 “have me, any way you like, I've always wanted this,”

 “me too,” this revelation surprised me and he could clearly see that on my face.

“You couldn't see me looking at you in training?” I shook my head “didn't notice me touch you, brush up against you? Question why I'd always request you in my quarters?” I shook my head again “Jesus Christ what else don't you notice? A horse and cart coming head on?” he exclaimed clearly just as shocked as me.

“I thought it was all in my head, I thought you hated me,” I spoke loudly

“fuck me. Look I don't know what this is but clearly we are attracted to one another. It's always been there,” I silently agreed, knowing now the heat of my presence must have been driving him insane as much as he had me.

“I don't want anyone else, I want you any way you'd have me.” I think I love you. I couldn't bring myself to say it out loud, hopefully he could read the intensity of my passion through my eyes. I bent over, my ass in the air and chest against his. “So have me Levi, please.”

“Oh you really want this don't you. Well I can't deny you life's simple pleasures...” he was half hard again and jerked himself off underneath me.

 “This is going to hurt, lay down Y/N," I did so beside him, staring into his eyes as he climbed on top of my body, pressing the tip of his manhood to my entrance, slowly pushing inside making me open my mouth and gasp, quickly grabbing his shoulders.

“ow ow ow, stop!” he did so quickly and looked down at my pained face

“I'm sorry sweetheart, I'm so sorry,” his words melted my heart in a way I hadn't expected and he brushed the hair out of my face to kiss my lips, I leaned up to catch his before he pulled away but what I hadn't expected was for him to ram himself into me during that sweet kiss making me cry out in pain, but it wasn't too much, I felt like I could take it.

“Don't move,” I barely huffed out, my hands on my stomach, as though I might be able to feel him poking through. I felt so full, full of him, I wished it would never end.

“I'm sorry, It's easier if your relaxed, I wanted to distract you.” he fumbled, clearly regretting his decision “I'll stop, we can do this another time, you're not ready.”

“No!” I grabbed his shoulders to stop him, “I told you, not to ever stop. Fuck me Captain Levi.”

he kissed my lips heatedly as he pulled out smoothly, right to the tip before slowly guiding himself back inside to the warm heat of my entrance.

“Mmmm” I hummed, head lulling back in pleasure as he grunted lowly. He continued to stroke me inside slowly and carefully, driving me crazy “heh, Levi,” I panted, nails digging into his back for purchase “mm, harder,” that was all the conformation he needed before he began losing himself like a wild animal, sucking at my neck and biting hard as if he wanted to consume all of me.

“Levi, Levi, Levi” I chanted looking into his grey eyes “it's so deep ah harder please, don't stop,” The headboard began to slam with our movements, the tray of tea wobbling precariously a top his small dresser table.

“Fuck you're so tight, and so goddamn sensitive,” he grabbed my wrists in one hand whilst pinning them to the bed as he continued to chase his orgasm as well as my own. Fucking me slowly and deeply, hearing the smack of skin against skin each time we rejoined, eyes glued on the spot where he disappeared into mw, fascinated and turned on just as much as I was to watch his own large cock disappear inside of me.

“Levi,” I whispered, catching his attention and, in a moment of madness I spoke the words “put your hands around my neck.” I don't know why I wanted it so badly at the time but all I remember is that it felt fucking good.

His eyes darkened and he slammed into me, bringing his hands away from my wrists and onto my delicate, porcelain throat. His long fingers wrapped around tightly, his eyes staring into my lust filled ones questioningly. “Do it.”

And so he did, wrapping them tighter he began to squeeze making my eyes roll into the back of my head at the immense pleasure of it all and my back arched, toes curled, I was coming. I clenched so tightly around his cock that he stopped thrusting and just shivered, releasing my neck as I proclaimed his name to the empty room.

“That's it let them know who made you cum so hard,” he spoke between thrusts, before pistoning into me quickly once again, trying to keep me in one place in the bed before pulling out.

 “No, cum inside, please, Levi,”

 “Shit, my name's never going to sound the same on your lips,” he mumbled, sliding sinfully back inside your wet cavern. “This is what you want hmm? You're filthy,” he thrust quickly, bruising my hips where he held before shouting “fuck, Y/N”- just in case any other soldiers hadn't been woken up already- loudly into the dark, shooting his hot seed inside almost making me cum a third time.

I lay in a dazed state as he collapsed onto me, his head buried in the crook of my neck as I rubbed up and down his undercut. Slowly he pulled out making me wince

“Shit, now we really are sinners,” he chuckled half-heartedly, guilt tainting his tone.

“Stay with me,” I pleaded and he didn't bother to protest, and that's how we stayed, laying in one another's arms until the sun rose the next day.

#levi ackerman #attack on titan #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman smut #levi ackerman fluff #shy reader #levi ackerman fanfiction #attack on titan fandom #attack on titan fanfiction

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No better way to end a Friday than with a review. We are in the home stretch of s1 still crazy to me. Excited each time get to write up my reviews. So thank you all for your interest and support as always. Lets dive in to the third to last ep shall we?

1x18

Homefront.

After having a non Chenford ep always happy to have them back together. Loved dissecting Lucy and having insight into her family life but I missed them. They don't have a ton of content in this one. Pretty Talia driven one but what they do have is really good. Underrated moments in this ep for them IMO.

Our first shot of our fav duo is at the hospital. They’re visiting a released convict they were assigned to check up on. Tim makes a comment about filling his hours when not studying. To him it makes the most sense to fill his dead time with work. Lucy is immediately all over that comment. Because Lucy don't play around at all when it comes to Tim. She knows that isn't healthy for him. She starts probing as to why he doesn't have a hobby. She's genuinely surprised he doesn't have a way to decompress/recharge.

His first answer cracks me up it’s so Tim. Also how he adds in for her not to give him shit cause it has 'work' in the title LOL He knows her so well. He tries to combat her answer before she even says it. Lucy doesn’t deny she thinks that anyway. Goes on to say he needs something for himself. A way to decompress. Maybe even have a little fun. Gotta love her for trying to get him out of his comfort zone. He’s a creature of habit and doesn’t like that to be upended. Lucy is very aware of this and can't help herself but to challenge him on it.

The eye roll she gives him is primo. She knows this is going to be an uphill battle per usual. Tim fights her on it because its his natural first instinct. He always fights her on it and she always ends up seeping in. Jolting his system and POV on things. I do love him opening and holding the door for her. Ever the gentleman even when they’re arguing hehe

This shot is just because they're so pretty just standing together haha. That's it really. I mean look at them. Their Tall/Small thing never ceases to make me happy. Also Tim's stance pretty damn appealing tbh. I mean look at dem biceps. It's a wonder Lucy gets any work done haha

They respond to a call at a paintball place. A guy named Jimmy has lost it and impaled another player with a piece of wood over the game. Go on to tell them he plays there every day. He'll be hard to find. They head off to find Jimmy. Lucy does not waste a second before she is giving him more crap. So damn sassy with him. Using this guy's obsession to prove her point about why its bad to be focusing on one thing too much. They were married long before they ever dated people haha Lucy is so smug in this moment. Makes me happy haha

Tim defaults to what he usually does when’s she got him dead to rights. Clams up. Tells her to shut it cause that’s the best come back he has at the moment. LOL The smile on her face when she says ‘Yes sir’ Lucy knows that ‘shut it’ is just him annoyed he has no witty comeback. Lucy is reveling in the fact he can’t fight her on this one. No leg to stand on and he knows it.

They start searching the paintball area for their suspect. Lucy makes a comment about it would be easier if everyone wasn’t wearing camo. Tim gives her his company line about this job isn’t meant to be easy. She instantly disregards it and asks him if he’s ever played paintball? Trying to peak his interest. His reply cracks me up. Not a doubt in his mind he would crush these people at this. Her face is what kills me the most. That’s the wifey face. Placating him like ok babe....

I also love her blowing past his TO line earlier haha Very early on Lucy would’ve said yes sir or nodded. We’re long past those days even in s1. Especially at this point in time. That rapport and comfortability has come to stay. She’s on a mission to find him a hobby to help him relax. Bypasses Teacher Tim without blinking.

Tim starts to explain why he would straight destroy these people at paintball. Using one of the players as an example. Also Timothy there is no need to lean so close when explaining strategy to her sir heh But he does it anyway and she’s grinning like a fool. I’ve always loved the magnetic pull these two have between them. Whether they’re aware of it or not. Personal space is word not found in their vocabulary. Clearly passionate about what he's telling her so he gets closer. I love it.

Look at the way she is looking at him. Goodness girl you are working. That look on her face. You know she’s indulging him right now. Letting him ramble about how everyone is amateurs. How he would go about it. Tim has no idea he’s giving her fuel to get him to play. Always looking out for him even when he doesn’t have a damn clue she is. Taking care of him and putting his needs first. I can not with them. I love it so much.

They end up going to higher ground where Jimmy would be. They find him and Tim is sexy af stopping his escape. Grabs a players gun and easily decimates him with paint. Don’t tell me she wasn’t the slightest bit impressed with him nailing that guy with the paint gun. But it’s also reinforcing her idea about paintball for him.

That little smirk of hers before she hooks Jimmy up. Just like in 1x15 Lucy is all smiles and heart eyes for him in this ep. She is also a little bit wifey like in her reactions. Like yeah he’s an idiot but he’s my idiot. That second gif above says it all for that for that.

Ahhh the hanging out, outside work begins ❤️ Look at her dragging him outside his comfort zone like only she can. I bet you she pitched it one last time to Tim as a hobby. Something he could do to destress/relax. That it would be fun. He probably didn’t have to twist her arm too much to join him. That he would only do it if she came with. I could see Tim doing this so he could show and or prove to Lucy he could smoke everyone at this like he said. A little flex on his part. Coming in armed with a plan ready to execute it with her.

He looks so happy. She did that. It's written all over Lucy's face how happy she is that he's enjoying himself. That little smile on his face as they’re gearing up to go in. My heart. He’s so excited to do this. It’s why Lucy is beaming. She got Tim outside his routine and into something she knew he would love. He’s smiling and ready to have some fun. Not that he will say as such but everything in his body language does. Once again that beautiful silent communication of theirs is a sight to see.

His half hearted 'No' has Lucy smiling and laughing. She is beyond pleased with herself for this. Anyone looking at them without context would be able to see how she feels about him. I saw this great post by relentlessescapsim had a collection of Lucy unabashedly looking at Tim. Being as transparent as she could be. It said ‘She’s a ten but she’s terrible at hiding her feelings. ‘ I died laughing cause it so friggin true. You just watch her entire body language around Tim and you know. You just know he’s far more than her T.O. to her. I mean its clearly her day day off and Lucy is spending it with him. She's doing his new 'hobby' with him. I love it sfm.

Lucy challenges and pushes Tim same way he does for her. Been saying this all season his growth is incredible. Look at this puppy of a man playing paintball with her. Once again doing something he wouldn’t have for any other rookie. Incredible. He's continually allowing her to influence him which is huge in itself. Its constantly seen through out the entire season. This was her challenging that bubble of his that rigid routine. Lucy pushed because in the end she knew he would benefit from it. What good it would do him. She was right.

Tim says 'No' when really he's so glad she got him to do this. He can't say it just yet but his actions scream it. They balance one another out so well I could not adore their dynamic more. Damn I just love them so much haha. How good they are for each other. The fact that it dates back to s1 for multiple reasons is amazing.

It's why they’re so good in s5 once they get together. That beautiful base is already there and solid as hell. I love the idea of them playing paintball and having fun. Its lovely to see such beautiful depth and development for them. Such a good episode for them top to bottom. *chef kiss*

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Side Notes Non Chenford

Cute Wes/Angela stuff I always enjoy them so much.

Stuff with Jackson's dad was also very good. Watching him stand up to his dad was awesome.

Percy asking why Grey didn't stick Jackson with Tim. My god that boy wouldn't have made it without Angela. He has no idea. Tim would've washed his ass out so quickly. Hell Tim might not even be around cause of his bullet issues in the beginning. So very good he was not. Everything happens for a reason and all that.

Thank you all again for you likes/comments/reblogs. Every time I get a notification for them makes my heart smile for real. See you all in 1x19 :)

#Caitlin rewatches The Rookie #chenford #chenford hiatus #waiting on s6 #summer rewatch #s1 #1x18 Homefront #the rookie #tim x lucy #tim bradford #lucy chen #lucy x tim #eric winter #melissa o'neil #otp: doing my job #tim bradford x lucy chen

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[Vanilla Wafers II - Boten!Mikey x F!Reader]

Summary: Y/N is home and has to face her boyfriend, Mikey, once he arrives. [Imma be honest w ya'll cuz this fic might seem OOC for some ppl, Mikey is not my number one choice in TR in fact ion rlly care abt him all that much, good character, good looking, just not my cup of tea so I don't really know how to write him very well honestly]

Warnings: degradation, humiliation, manhandling, angst, (but it depends on what you consider angst), pet names, public sex, language, dirty talk, cheating/adultery, cockwarming, unprotected sex idfk, Y/N hoeing around !!!CONTAINS SLIGHT MANGA SPOILERS!!!

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers

-Part One-

You jumped up at the sound of the front door handle jiggle before it swung open. You pressed your lips together as your boyfriend, Mikey, stumbled in— leaving the front door to the penthouse wide open.

The light from the hallway seeped into entrance area.

"Mikey," You quickly stood up and adjusted your silky nightgown. "you've been gone for a while..."

Lucky for you, Draken hadn't covered in any hickey's that would raise eyebrows but your ass was still bruised.

Mikey looked up at you and walked over towards you. He licked his lips as he pressed himself close to you. It was like he was using you to balance but he seemed sober, the only thing he smelt like was the Vanilla & Oak cologne you had gifted to him for his birthday and the Black & Milds he smokes.

"I've been looking for you," He mumbled as he traced his finger down your neck. "...lookin' all over for my presious princess..."

You gulped and felt Mikey's lips dig into your cheek, they were soft as per usual. He let out a long sigh that sent shivers down your spine. "I even," Mikey chuckled as he leaned into your ear. "I even sent Sanzu to keep an eye on you all day— just to make sure you were safe.."

Everything seemed the slow down and your body had never felt so still...not once.

Did he know?

No, of course he knew.

"You...did what?" You whispered and Mikey pulled away but moment you got a full view of his face his hand grabbed your own, squishing your cheeks together. You expected more anger but he only smiled softly, his eyes not even showing hint of anger— of anything.

Like always.

Mikey licked his lips, staring at your face a bit longer before his eyes eyes trailed down your body. The nightgown you were wearing was see-through, the moonlight from the large window made it very clear that you had nothing on under it except your lace panties.

"Fuck," Mikey let go of your face and let his eyes fall shut as he took a step back. "how long has it been? 'Since we had sex?" He asked you.

You stared down at the floor and nervously played with your nails.

"A month— if we're talking intercourse..."

Another chuckle left his lips, "How long have you been seeing him?"

You couldn't seem to answer, your mouth wouldn't allow or maybe you, yourself wouldn't.

"You fucked another man, continued to sleep in the same bed as me every night, but somehow you can't look me in the eye—"

"—That's wrong! You're," You blurted out, your fists clenched as you glared at him with glossy eyes. "...you're never home! I sleep in our bed alone— It's not only about the sex, it's just...you don't even talk to me anymore!"

Mikey clicked his tongue as you looked back at the wide open front door. You stomach churned as his hand found your waist. His fingers dug into your side and you bit your bottom lip as your cheeks heated up.

"What? You scared the neighbors are going to hear? Let them...based on what Sanzu told me he could hear you from outside of the shop." He hummed and tears fell from your eyes, rolling down every curve and ridge of your face. Your make up and mascara a mess. You felt his grip on you loosen as he groaned, "Just tell me how long you've been seeing him, babe."

You sniffled, "A few months..."

Mikey raised a brow and scratched the back of his head with his freehand. "You're the one whose crying? Shouldn't I be crying right now," You had to agree but for some reason the tears just wouldn't stop pouring out. You hated crying, personally you considered it when you looked your absolute worst, but Mikey always said you looked rather pretty— Draken would say it too, you knew they used to be really close but it seemed even now some things were still similar between them. "I spoil you too much...I give you everything, a new car, jewelry, designer clothes and bags, yet you're crying because you slept with Ken?" He said it slow, to emphasize how stupid it sounded when said outloud.

"I just— I just wanted my boyfriend..." You cried while desperately trying to wipe away your tears only for more to replace them.

Mikey frowned and watched as you cried before him while he chewed on his inner cheek. "But care about him, don't you?" He pointed out.

That one made your tears come to slight halt.

Of course you cared about Draken, after all the the both of you spent together if anything were to happen to him you'd be distraught. You were sure he felt somewhat the same for you, well at least you hoped he did. Still, you weren't sure if you considered that you falling for him.

You replied in a hushed tone, "I—I do but—"

You squealed as Mikey's lips locked with your own, after you processed the whole ordeal you quickly kissed him back. You let his tongue venture your mouth like he had never kissed you prior. His lips were soft and you could taste the Black & Milds he had smoked before arriving. The air between the two of you was hot and thick as you both pulled away with now swollen lips.

"That's what's wrong with you," Mikey kissed you once more, his hand leaving your waist and cupping the back of your head while the other fondling with one of your breasts. You whimper while he pinched and flicked your already sensitive nipples through your nightgown. "You have no patience— no discipline. You need a reality check, babe." He muttered while you panted and squirmed in his hold.

"Wha..." You mumbled and Mikey nodded toward your nightgown before he slowly pulled off of your body.

You felt the cold air against your bare skin and shivered. As the gown uncovered your chest fully you covered your breasts with your arms and looked at Mikey, your eyes were puffy along with your nose from crying. "The neighbors they'll see me and hear me while..." You trailed off while Mikey tossed your nightgown to the floor.

"What's a few more going to hurt? Another man's dick," He cupped your pussy with his hand and you let out a moan as he stroked his finger over your clothed slit. "has already been in here anyway."

You gasped as Mikey pulled you in close, his hand still on your pussy as he buried his face in you neck. "I just wanna fuck you," He pouted. "...just wanna know if this pussy's worth keepin'." You stiffened up when Mikey pushed your panties to the side and rubbed your puffy pussy before spreading your lips apart and playing with your clit. You held onto him while soft mewls left you and echoed throughout the penthouse. Bouncing from wall to wall.

You feel Mikey's gaze on your ass and he then pulled his fingers from under your panties. You whined as he removed his face from your neck, holding up his fingers for the both of you to see. You could barely look at the sight without feeling embarrassed— especially when more of your arousal dampened your panties and inner thighs at that very second.

"Seems like your pussy was cryin' too..."

Mikey slid his fingers into his mouth and gathered your arousal on his tongue. His cheeks were dusted a soft red and a quiet moans that came from deep within his throat filled your ears. Just the taste of you had him moaning, and a look that was as sharp as a knife landed on you, behind you, and back on you.

"Go to the window." He ordered you and it took a minute before you even took the smallest of steps.

"Go on Y/N." Mikey repeated and you turned around completely, not wanting to look at him even though you could feel gaze.

You walked over the large window of the penthouse, the window with little tint and no blinds, the window that looked over Tokyo, the strip, and the parking lot of the penthouses. The window where anyone could see you completely exposed if they looked hard enough.

You stopped a nice few feet in front of the glass and you heard Mikey's footsteps approach you from behind. His hands fondled your breasts causing your breath to hitch as you turned into putty against him. He pressed his very obvious bulge in between your ass and sighed, "M'gonna fuck you right here," He kissed your temple. "gonna fuck right on this window for all of Tokyo to see, pretty baby."

Before you could respond you noticed Mikey's reflection in the window, his finger twirling in circular motion to signal you to turn around.

You slowly whipped around and glanced at Mikey through your lashes, your pussy clenched around nothing as he pulled the gold and black hair-tie you had weaved for him off of his wrist and tied his bangs back. He somehow must've felt your staring because in the midst of tying up his bangs his eyes fluttered open, the dark bags under his eyes were even more evident since his eyes were all you could focus on. You never could tell what he was thinking, no once.

"Take your panties off."

Your fingers curled around the thin lace waistband of your panties. Your acrylic nails clanked against each other while you glanced back at the city of Tokyo. It was lit up like usual and you could see crowds of people just enjoying their night. The moment those panties came off you'd be at their dismay.

You looked back over at Mikey, "Manjiro, I—"

"Take your panties off, babe." His words came out harsh even with the pet name he threw in there.

You slid down your panties with an embarrassed expression. Mikey stuck out his hand and you placed them in his palm. "So you can listen." He whispered and all you could focus on was how good he looked with that hairstyle. Mikey stood closer to you, to the point where your bare ass was pressed against the cool glass. He placed his arm next your head and your foreheads touched as he kissed your nose. You opened your mouth to speak only for Mikey to shove your wadded up panties inside your mouth. You stared at him shocked as the taste of your slick tingled your tastebuds. Mikey smiled and raised his index finger to his lips, "You said they'll hear you and now they won't, so shhhh..."

His hands then groped and pinched every part of you as they traveled down your body. You whimpered and stared down at Mikey while he left wet kisses under your breasts, on your stomach, and finally he dropped to his knees. He panted as he stared at your dripping cunt and wet thighs.

"You have such a pretty pussy,"

Mikey gripped your thighs and hoisted your legs onto his shoulders. A muffled yelp left your lips and Mikey's mouth right up on your cunt.

"...so pretty—"

You threw your head back against the glass as Mikey's tongue slid in between your folds. He buried his face deeper into you, your taste was something he craved— even if you wronged him...your taste, that was all he needed. You rolled your hips against his face, desperate for more friction, desperate for him to acknowledge your throbbing clit.

Mikey glared up at you and pulled his mouth away, strings of arousal still connecting the both of you. His grip on your thighs was tight, so tight that it hurt. But in a way, it reassured you he wouldn't let you fall.

"Can't I enjoy a meal without you annoying me? Shit," Mikey sunk his teeth into your inner thigh. "that's all you ever do."

Your clit twitched as Mikey wrapped his lips around the sensitive bud and sucked and flicked it with his tongue. Your toes curled as moans tried to force there way through the fabric gagging you. He focused back on your hole, slipping his tongue inside you. Mikey groaned at the feeling of your walls tighten around the tip of his tongue and the vibrations went straight to your clit. You tried not to move, you wanted him to forgive you, you needed him to forgive you.

Though a thought lingered in your mind— Draken was inside you raw a few hours earlier, and Mikey knew to some extent that Draken was inside you yet eating you out wasn't an issue to him. You had showered of course but it was just slightly shocking to you.

Mikey let go of one of your thighs and let it fall om his shoulder completely. He used his free thumb to rub your clit while he focused his mouth on devouring you.

You cried and shook your head as you gripped Mikey's tied back hair. Your legs shook as the pleasure built up inside of you, he was going to hate you for coming, you already knew it. This made you feel good but at the end of the day this gave him pleasure. You tugged at Mikey's hair and tried to warn him with muffled cries of his name. He probably understood but just didn't give a shit. But once his tongue brushed against your g-spot ever so slightly, that did it for you. Your eyes flickered back in your head, the moan that left you was so loud that the gag didn't even do that well of a job.

Mikey brought his mouth from your cunt and you sobbed as your approaching orgasm withered away, you were right there, your release was right there. He licked his lips and sighed while your eyes stung from your tears.

"Woulda thought you were high based on how red ya eyes are," Mikey took your legs off of his shoulders and you slumped back against the window. "Seems like the gag isn't workin' either." He hummed as he pulled your now soaked panties from your mouth. You coughed and Mikey stared at your damp cheeks before tossing your panties on the floor.

"M'sorry," You apologized. "M—M'sorry Manjiro! But I wanna cum! P—Please Manjiro, I wanna cum real' bad..."

Mikey's lips curled into a smile, "I know, but you've came plenty today already haven't you."

You gasped as Mikey flipped you over to where you were now staring out of the window. You subconsciously stuck out your ass and rested your arms on the glass pane. "Look at you, it's like your body just knows what time it is." Mikey said in a slightly amused tone.

He tossed off his black shirt and you could hear him fumble with his pants before his cock slapped again your bruised ass. You whimpered while Mikey caressed the curve of your ass cheeks. "You let another man leave you all red 'n bruised..." He murmured under his breath. "...m'fucking you until you can't think straight."

You glanced back at Mikey and he immediately noticed, "Keep your eyes forward," You obliged. "Now watch yourself get fucked along with all of Tokyo."

You felt the tip of Mikey's cock slid over your slit and you bit down on your bottom lip. Your pussy twitched around his fat tip as he guided it into your hole, his precum and your slick mixed together. You let out a low moan and your fingerprints smudged the glass. Your pussy grasped around him, not letting him go— trying to suck more of of his dick in. "M—More," You sniffled. "please Manjiro..."

He grunted and gripped your ass as he pushed his cock further inside of your pussy. Your face was hot and you panted, your breath fogging up the glass.

Your gummy walls pulsated around his cock once he finally bottomed out, your back arched and your knees buckled. It's not that Mikey's dick was bigger than Draken, Mikey's was more girthy while Draken's was more lengthy, but with the mix of the overstimulation and how long it's been since Mikey's been inside you, it didn't fucking matter. Your pussy stretched around the base and Mikey's balls were pressed firm against your ass.

"Fuck, this pussy'd make any man go crazy," Mikey muttered as he pulled his hips back. "which doesn't help me a bit, pretty baby..."

You whined once again and Mikey harshly slammed himself back into you while his fingers pinched and flicked your clit. His abdomen slapped against your ass and he watched it jiggle against his skin. Your eyes went wide as Mikey held onto one of your love handles firmly. The entirety of air within your lungs was gone and your back arched even further as your pussy fluttered around his cock. The tip was pressed firmly against your cervix and his girthy base applied extreme pressure to your g-spot. A high pitch and airy gasp left you as your pussy creamed around his cock.

Mikey raised his hand from your hip and frowned while you tried to breathe and collect yourself after your sudden orgasm.

"One thrust and you're already creamin' on my dick, can't even let me have a bit of fun.." He grumbled.

You glanced down at the floor, your slick and cum dripped onto the marble tile. "I—I needed to cum...m'sorry, it was— it was just buildin' up Manjiro 'n I had t—" Your explanation was cut off by another harsh thrust from Mikey and you babbled on nonsense as the sound of your squelching pussy and wet slaps carried out into the hall. "M'fuckin' tired of you always tryin' to explain'," He mumbled.. "just admit that you did wrong and apologize, that's it."

You let out a squeal as Mikey continuously rubbed your sensitive clit. And your pussy was already swollen and stinging no matter how much pleasure Mikey gave you.

He found his way to your breasts and fondled and groped one with his freehand while the other freely bounced along with the aggressive rhythm he had created. "I love your tits, so soft." Mikey hummed as he hid his face in the crook of your neck and left hickeys on your skin.

You could feel Mikey deep in your belly and it made you squeeze around him tightly.

It air was so thick that you could barely breathe and Mikey bit into your neck. It stung but it also felt good. "I wanna suck your tits." Mikey pulled out mid-trust and flipped you on your side. You panted and he got a decent look at your face while he threw one of your legs over his shoulders. You stared at him, pouting your swollen lips, soaked cheeks with more tears on the way, furrowed brows, and running makeup. And he had to wonder if you, Boten's Princess, was staring at Ken, the man who he used to call bestfriend, the same way.

"Did you," Mikey pushed his cock back into you slowly. "...like being tossed around, Y/N?"

Your lips parted ready to give him the answer you were sure he desired but nothing came.

Mikey gave you a blank stare, "That's fine, I already know."

In the span of a second his lips were wrapped around your nipple, kissing and licking your breasts while he found his deadly rhythm again.

You moaned loudly and your body felt like it was on fire, you clit was being abused to the point where after this was over you probably would collapse. Mikey's cock would rub against your sensitive bud every time he moved.

"M—Manjiro it's good," You whimpered and his eyes fell on your lips. "s—so good!"

"You gonna give me another, you gonna cum again?"

Your response was muffled as Mikey kissed you deeply, you wrapped your arms around his neck. His tongue sloppily glided across your lips while you grinded your hips into Mikey's, desperate to come. Your body shuddered as the overwhelming feeling of your second orgasm washed over your entire body and you gushed around Mikey's cock, covering the base in another layer of your sticky cum.

He moaned softly into your lips, fucking you through your high until his hips began to stutter and his thrusts grew sloppy.

"A—Are you on birth control?" He grunted.

You clung onto him tightly, "Y—Yes! Fuck yes!"

Mikey groaned and pressed himself close to you as he came deep inside of your cunt, your pussy milking as much as you could from him in that very moment. You sniffled and whimpered while still holding onto Mikey. He panted and just stayed inside of you, pressing his face into your breasts while your warm and wet cunt fluttered around his cock."Ya smell good...like Vanilla..." He mumbled into your skin and the worst thought imaginable popped into your head...

This would be even better if Ken was here too.

Guilt immediately struck you and you didn't even notice that Mikey's hair had come undone. You brushed his white bangs back as he looked up at you with an emotionless expression.

"You don't have to love me,"

You frowned, "Huh..?"

"Just stay beside me...just a bit longer, 'kay pretty baby?"

-[Y'know it's been a good couple of months since I've posted and looking back on Pt. 1 of Vanilla Wafers, it doesn't even feel like Pt. 1 bc my writing has changed so much 💀]-

#tokyo revengers #tokyorev x reader #tr smut #mikey tokyo revengers #boten mikey #anime #manga #draken #mikey sano #sano mikey manjiro #manjirou x reader #manjiro smut #mikey smut #y/n lwky a menace #shinichiro ain't even in this fic but hes my bby ddy just remind ya'll

[louscartridge]

wait it out

Bose o'brien x gn reader.

Summary- y/n has locked themselves in boses room for close to a week. Eventually tho, y/n ends up breaking down.

CW- panic attacks, established relationship, cuddling, bruises, slight language, slight yelling, petnames (sweet, babe), lack of sleep and food, just like overall alot of things that come with depression. Reader and bose say the l word at the end 😱😱 Also very lazily proof read💀💀

"Hey ms. Y/l/n. Is it ok if y/n sleeps over at my place again?"

You haven't left boses room in days.

You would wait as long as you could before getting up to go to the bathroom, you werent eating unless bose brought you something, and even then, you wouldn't eat all of it.

You weren't going to school (not like you were going all that much to begin with).

You were either sleeping all day or not at all. captain man and danger force had to fight crime without you. You know how much sometimes bose can just shut down when he gets scared. Usually when that happens, he relies on you. Though you weren't all that worried knowing that chapa would be with him.

Speaking of chapa, she had tried to "threaten" you to get up, but she knew first hand that that wasn't gonna work. Plus, she could never actually bring herself to hurt you.

on top of that, you were barely even speaking to your boyfriend. You haven't left his room in about almost 4 days, he'd be there when you woke up, and he'd be there when you went to sleep. yet you wouldn't talk to him. It wasn't anything towards him by any means. You weren't talking to anyone actually.

Your scilence was what worried him. You've had little episodes like this before, but you'd always talk to bose. Maybe not about what was wrong, but you'd still talk to him about something regardless.

You feel the end of bose's side of the bed dip slightly.

"Your mom said you could sleep over again"

his voice was slightly muffled since he was changing into a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants.

Bose laid down next to you so you were facing each other.

He brought his left hand to your jaw and neck, with his thumb on tour cheekbone.

Despite how you were feeling, you were still leaning into his touch. The slow pace of his thumb rubbing your upper cheek grounding you a little.

He wished there was more he could do. He knows there's not, and all he has to mainly do is just be there for you, but also give you space if you need it, and wait.

"Y/n" your boyfriend whispers. "You dont have to talk at all, but can you at least just look at me?" He says softly

You open your eyes per his request. The sound of his voice broke you. He was worried for you and you knew it. God did you hate worrying bose. He's always so happy, and for the most part, carefree. Even tho you know he isn't always as happy as he leads on to be, he's always trusted you to tell everything to and break down in front of.

Growing up, bose has trusted people and gotten left in the dust multiple times by the same people. Mainly from his stepdads. He eventually stopped trusting people as much as he used to-- Until he met you.

You wish you were able to cry and show emotions as much and comfortably around bose as he did with you.

As much as it also hurts bose to see you cry, hes told you before that he'd rather see you cry and talk to him, then get nothing at all.

As bose was looking into your eyes, he had realized just how truly exhausted you looked. Not only sleep wise, but also mentally. He could tell by how you would do something as simple as turn over to take a drink from your cup off the nightstand was a lot for you at the moment.

"Is there anything that's wrong that you know of? Or do you just need a bit to reset?"

You shrug at his question, not really knowing how to answer without alunding embarrassing or awkward.

Bose holds your hand and sits up, making you sit up with him. "Come on if you're not gonna talk to me, at least talk to someone else"

"But that's part of the problem bose! I can't! Unlike you, i have no one to talk to!"

Your sudden outburst causes bose to move back a little and slightly knit his eyebrows in confusion.

"What do you mean 'unlike me' ?"

"I mean like, literally everyone you surround yourself with is always there for you. Always coddling you and paying attention to you, even if they seem like they're not. hell- henry, my own brother for christs sake talks to you more then he talks to me."

You can feel yourself start to shake already, probably from your air quickly leaving you rather soon into your rant, and also from full anxiety settling in now.

"Y/n we talk to literally all the same people. There's not one person that one of us talks to that the other doesn't. And doesn't henry not really talk to you anymore cause he didn't want you to get killed?"

"Oh great! So he doesn't want anything to happen to me, but he's fine with you dying"

Bose could feel your hand get tighter around his.

In a way, he was glad that you were finally speaking, but now you're just spiraling, and it's turning into a panic attack.

He tried to hold out for as long as he could, continuing to listen to you. He never really knew what to do when you would have panic attacks. He's usually pretty awkward himself when it comes to comforting you (-- anyone) when it comes to crying.

You never cared tho. all you needed was him. Just his presence helps more then he'll ever know.

"Ow-" he breathed trying to pull his arm away. "Y/n...."

you couldnt even hear him.

Your hearing was fading in and out, you could barely even hear yourself. Your body was practically numb that you didnt even feel that you were still holding onto your boyfriends hand.

"Babe" he says a bit sterner.

Nothing.

"Y/n stop that frickin hurts!"

That got your attention.

You immediately let go and look at his hand and wrist thats now red. "Fuck-shit, im so sorry. i didn't mean to i swear i- i"

it was all too much.

You were thinking about too much at once, and now you felt guilty.

Bose could feel how hot you were just from when your hand was on his.

"Hey, hey no its ok. Just... try to calm down a bit. ill be right back."

You bit your lower lip and nodded while you watched him as he left the room.

By the time he came back, you were a lot calmer then you were a few minutes ago.

"Here lift your hair up for a second" bose says from behind you.

Soon after you lift your hair up, you feel a cold and slightly damp sensation on the back of your neck.

When you hear him say "ok" you put your hair back down.

"I just put a cold wash cloth on your neck. My mom used to do it to me all the time in the summer as a kid when i would get hot in my sleep. Also, I got you some water and goldfish" he says handing the water and goldfish to you.

You put your fresh cup of water on the nightstand after taking a sip of it and set your goldfish in the middle of you and bose. "Thank you. And im sorry again" you apologize before taking his wrist in your hands, rubbing it with your thumbs.

Bose shifts his body to lay down again but still proped up. "Come here sweets" he says pulling you to sit in between his legs before he hands you his tv remote and tells you to put something on.

"I love you" you kiss his hand. "So much"

"And i love you" he kisses the nape of your neck. "So much"

#x reader #fanfiction #fanfic #ff #x yn #x y/n #x you #danger verse #danger force #danger force x reader #danger force fanfic #danger force fanfiction #bose obrien x reader #bose o'brien #bose obrien x yoh #luca luhan x reader #luca luhan #luca luhan x you #angst #fluff #hurt #comfort

[numetalpuppygirl]

sos

my number one skill is never shutting the fuck up ever and indeed in many circumstances it's more of a curse than a blessing because i genuinely can't control it for the most part but it does come in handy including throughout the entirety of my academic experience as well as just about every desk job i've ever had because it means i can fill a lot of space with a vast quantity of words that scan with a great deal of clarity and cohesion despite ultimately saying very little over the course of that volume. the result of this is that those who are reviewing my writing, which are usually people with varying degrees of power over my continued success, scan the content i've generated and deem it to be of high quality because everything seems well-thought out and competently composed and so they give it an instant pass, at least as long as they aren't paying too much attention, which - spoiler alert! - pretty much nobody ever is. they've all got their own shit to worry about, things that matter far more to them than whether or not you ended a sentence with a preposition in your 10-page report for a course that they're already sick of. now, what i did just there was a little trick where i actually violated my own natural cadence and patterns of writing in order to include a little gag! in the sentence where i mention the concept of ending a sentence with a preposition, i did just that; the sentence ended with "of." but for me, i normally would have phrased that sentence as follows: "they've all got their own shit to worry about, things that matter far more to them than whether or not you ended a sentence with a preposition in your 10-page report for a course that they're already sick of teaching." if this were actually a report with a word count minimum, obviously i would include that final word at the end of the sentence, because getting all cute and meta with the way i phrase things isn't worth losing that extra word of length. but in projects where the minimum requirements are more lax, i find it's helpful for my motivation to allow myself to have a little bit of genuine fun with it and liven the place up some. of course, that only applies if you're like me and you're a massive nerd who has fun doing that sort of thing, but i would say that there's a pretty decent chance that is true about you, seeing as how you're on tumblr dot com, a website that has an observably quite high population of huge nerds, and also you're presumably following me, which means you've identified with my nerd self enough to choose to see more of my blog. for what it's worth to you, my external keyboard seemingly ran out of battery several sentences ago, which is really kind of funny when you think about it. what an ironic time for that to happen, as i'm discussing and demonstrating my ability to type forever and ever! this is the first time i've had the battery in this keyboard die, so it must have had fresh ones in at the time i got it. i wouldn't know for sure, because i got it secondhand from someone i know who was clearing out some old inventory from their workplace's office building. that's where i got my big external monitor, as well. i really like tech appliances but honestly i really don't know much about them, that was never my area of expertise. as is likely obvious from this post alone, my passions have always remained more with the humanities. good god i have to stop now before i give you my whole fucking autobiography but i think by now i've sufficiently proven my point - i could easily do this until the end of time.

i have to create a new block now because of tumblr's character-per-block limitation. the one last thing i'll tell you is that, since i'm now typing on my laptop's keyboard which is at a somewhat awkward angle from me, my wrists are in danger of mucking with the trackpad, and just a few moments ago i accidentally selected the entire wall of text i've typed here and replaced it with what i was continuing to type. so thank goodness for the tumblr post editor's ability to undo, or else nobody ever would have seen this very intellectual and not at all frivolous and annoying post that i've generated here. if you actually read all of this, you're a huge freak and i'm proposing to you right now.

#*char noises*

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Dirty Work 17

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as bullying, familial discord/abuse, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You start a new gig and find one of your clients to be hard to please.

Characters: Loki

Note: It's friday again.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖

Once Leslie leaves, you lock yourself away again. Your father's taken to the cold shoulder over his previous aggression. You don't mind, it assures you of a tenuous peace. So long as you don't draw his attention, you're okay.

Your anxiety remains piqued. Not only by your father's stewing ire but the thought of what looms both behind and ahead of you. With all that happened at work, you have little hope of tomorrow being better. There is also the question of Mr. Laufeyson's surprise... you can't even begin to guess what he has in mind.

Another test, no doubt. Like today. You're certain you failed that one too. You took his kindness and showed yourself to be ungrateful. You questioned him when you should have just accepted it with a smile on your face.

It is not your place to worry about his intentions, as he has made it clear, you are not on the same level. He is your boss and you do what he says. So you will do that and nothing more.

Is that his voice in your head?

You sneak out for a shower but it doesn't do much to calms your nerves. You spend another night tossing and turn, kept awake by the television set a top volume and the dissonance of your anxiety. Even with the extra hours granted, you find yourself painfully awake at the same splitting hour.

You get up to make your tea. Your father's snoring on the couch at the TV continues to blare. You don't disturb either as you put on the kettle and ready a mug. You rub your eyes and yawn. Leslie will be here soon. You should wake him and get breakfast going. It will lighten her load.

When you have your cup steaming, you stay at the counter and sip tentatively, weighing your next steps. You leave your father as he is and return to your room, dressing and cleaning up before you descend again. You have your phone in hand, almost hoping a notification will pop up. Maybe Mr. Laufeyson will change his mind and you can be off before you have to face your dad. The phone remains lifeless. 

You sigh and shut off the television, hoping the sudden silence might rouse him. He continues to snort loudly. You bite down on your cheeks as your skin buzzes and itches. He's not a morning person. 

The memories of him exploding to consciousness in a furor of hollers and kicks keep you from shaking him. You back away as the doorbell rings and does the job for you, your father grumbling as you go to answer it.

Leslie enters with her usual blustering brightness. She greets your father and stops short, hands on her hips as she tuts.

"Now what is the meaning of this?" She huffs, "Charles, you can't sleep down here."

"I'm not," he sits up and hacks into his hand before sliding the oxygen tube back into place. "You woke me up."

"What's gotten into you?" She accuses, "I told you yesterday I'm not here for your attitude. You're not some teenager, you're a grown man."

"Bah, I need coffee," he snarls.

"You need a cold shower," she retorts as she goes around the couch and snatches up the pack of smoke on the cushion beside him, "and a swat on the snout. What're you doing with these things?" She pauses and looks at you, "he can't be having these in the house."

"I don't... know where they came from," your murmur.

"Don't matter, if you see them, you toss them," she reproaches, "this is a team effort, alright? Now yesterday, this place was a right mess. I'm here to help, not play maid."

"I'm sorry, I..." you snap your mouth shut. You did clean up, as best you could before work, but you'll have to do better.

"Not her fault she's useless," your father quips.

"Charles," Leslie warns as she points at him.

"Sorry, hon," he puts his hands up, "was only a joke."

"Not a very nice one," he rebukes.

"I know, I know," he chortles.

"So don't apologise to me," she flicks her finger towards you.

Your father stops his laughing and quiets. He crosses his arms and slumps his shoulders as you stare at the back of his head. You wait as Leslie tilts her head dangerous and cross her arms.

"Charles," she girds.

"Don't worry about it," you croak, "it's fine. I'll... I'm going in late so I'll get breakfast started."

"Oh yeah, she don't gotta go polish that man's silver early," your dad growls.

"Charles," Leslie snips again, "I mean it, be nice."

"I am nice, hon, I'm being funny."

"You are not," she insists.

"Come on, Les," he lowers his voice as you pad towards the kitchen, "I'll be good, alright? Don't give me that look."

She sighs but you don't look back, "alright, no more smokes."

"I'm tellin' ya, honey," he speaks so softly you barely recognise his voice, "I didn't touch 'em. Found them in the couch but I didn't smoke any. Don't be mad at me."

You shake your head and try to roll the tension out of your shoulders. She's been here just over a week and he talks like he's known her forever. He's actually nice to her. He cares about what she thinks, what she feels. But you, his own daughter, you get the blame for it all. You're the reason he hates himself and his life. Maybe if you'd never come along, he'd still have the woman he loved. 

🧹

You set off just after eleven, the bus due not long after. As you come down the overgrown walk with its cracked pavement and uneven tilt, your eyes are drawn up by the snap of a car door. Footfalls scuff on the pavement as you look over the curb to the shiny car parked there. It's an unusual sight in the rundown neighbourhood.

Mr. Laufeyson proudly steps up as the window on the passenger's side rolls down. A pair of similarly green eyes peer out as she takes in the sight of the yellow duplex. You want to run and hide. You can't imagine either of them ever had to dirty themselves in a place like this.

"Mr. Laufeyson," you rush towards him, "I--- you said noon."

You pull the phone out and check the time. He puts his hand on the roof of the car calmly as you stop a few feet away. He chuckles, amused by your panic.

"It's so quaint," Frigga remarks as she remains firmly in the front seat, "dear, how are you?"

"Um, I'm well, Frigga," you answer with a tight gulp.

"Good, good, you look well," she praises, "a bit tired. Tell me he's not overworking you."

"Mother," Laufeyson shoots a glance in her direction.

"Er, it's fine," you clutch the strap of your bag, "I... did I do something?"

"No, no," Frigga waves off your suspicion, "I simply insisted my son bring me to see you while I'm in town."

"Oh, I was just on my way..." you look at Laufeyson confused as he gives an expression you can't quite read. He's expecting something but you're not sure what.

"We have lots to do so no sense in waiting around," she trills.

"Oh?" Your lips part. "Did something-- is the house okay?"

"The house is just fine. That old place only needs a little light, but see if my own son hears me," he rambles, "Loki, don't be rude, get the door."

He flinches and drags his hand away from the top of the car, "yes, mother."

He moves to open the back door, gallantly opening it for you. You feel like you've been dropped into an alternate universe. This can't be happening.

"Get in," he says. 

You blink at him and he tilts his head, gesturing to the back seat. You obey with some reluctance and sit the large leather bag beside you. You slowly pull the seat belt down and click it into place. Laufeyson strides around the bumper as you peek in the mirror at Frigga's silvering curls.

"Right, then," Laufeyson opens the driver's door and lowers himself into the seat, "there we are."

"How are you feeling, darling?" Frigga's eyes meet yours in the rearview before you quickly look away, "are you very hungry or can you wait a bit longer for lunch?"

"I... Lunch? I'm okay," you assure. You can't figure this out. "Thank you."

The car whirs and rolls into motion. You're uneasy as you watch the street pass by. If he takes a left, he can get back to the main roads and-- no, he's going right?

"Mm, alright, the boutique first then," she orders her son, "I'm wondering if perhaps they could squeeze us in at the spa. It has been a while since I had some clay done. Oh, and my nails are ragged."

You try to connect the dots as your brows stitch together. Is this his surprise? His mother? Why are you there? You should be figuring out what's going on with the squeaky hinge on the closet. 

"I can't wait to see the new season's colours," Frigga carries on as you tune her out, lost in the riddle of her presence and your own.

Surely, you're being brought along as some sort of valet. Of course, Laufeyson would offer you to carry her bags as she splurges on her pretty dresses. And she is always dressed so nicely whenever you see her. And make up, her lips are a pleasant shade of rose. She would likely spend even more on shoes, don't forget the silver sparkling at her throat and the gemstone dangling there... 

Right, you see. Another lesson. He wants you to remember what you don't have. After your slip-up yesterday, he has to remind you of where you belong; squashed under his sole.

"Oh, is Eliana still at the salon, I should stop in and say hello," Frigga's voice once more punctures your distraction. "She was always so sweet."

"Mother, I... don't know about that. Maybe a different salon."

"You are such a pessimist, what are the odds we run into her?" 

"Don't even tempt fate," he warns.

"No one said you were invited, hm? You said you had business down at Heimdall's."

"You are stubborn, mother," Laufeyson tisks.

"It's where you got it from, dear," she taunts, "so, darling," she peeks in the mirror again and you shy away, "how about it, you and I? It will be so nice. I haven't gotten a day out in so long."

"Oh, you haven't? Should I ask father about that?"

"Let's not mention your father," she rebuffs him smoothly and his shoulders slump.

"Um, well, that's nice, but..." you protest meekly

"It's my treat," she insists, "please. You're doing me a favour."

"I really don't know--"

"I don't mind," Laufeyson interjects, "and it won't affect your hours."

"I did soften him up a bit," she purrs.

"Mother," he hisses again.

"Oh you are so serious," she chides, "she needs this more than I do, I'm sure, with a stickler like you."

He twitches but says nothing. You sense he wants to say it again, 'mother', in the tone of please be quiet. It would be laughable if you weren't so perplexed by it all. Maybe it is a dream. Maybe you didn't wake up and you're oversleeping your alarm, having stress dreams about what will happen when you wake to reality.

"He's a good little chauffeur," she pats his arm playfully, "so he will drop us at the salon, won't you, dearest son?"

He grips the wheel tight and you see his knuckles turn almost translucent, "yes, mother, whatever you wish."

🧹

Mr, Laufeyson drives through the downtown area. You don't come there much, or at all. You passed through on your way to the hospital and on occasion to sort out a billing issue with the bank, but there wasn't much for you there. Along the west side, the nicer shops reside and several buildings with businesses you could never figure out.

Laufeyson pulls up into a marked spot beside a meter. As you stare out, still puzzled by it all. Everything's going so fast and you just want it to slow down. You look at your boss and feel a pang in your chest; how many times had he mentioned your clothes? This isn't a favour, this is him saying you're not good enough.

"Come, come," Frigga gets out and opens your door for you, "let's not drag our feet."

You undo the seat belt and go to grab your large leather bag. As you get out, Frigga catches you by the shoulders. "You won't need this," she takes the bag and reaches past you to put it back in the car, "only your pretty self."

"Oh, uh, sure, okay," you look again at Laufeyson but you're not sure why. He isn't going to help you. He's plunged you into this situation. He only arches a brow in response.

"Just going to give you a nice refresh," Frigga pulls on your elbow and shuts the door, tugging you onto the pavement. "You would do wonderful with some highlights."

You stumble along beside her, overwhelmed by her enthusiasm. She directs you to the shining transparent windows of a salon, a sign overhead with a curled iron bar across the top. You peek over your shoulder again as Mr. Laufeyson lingers another moment before steering out into traffic.

The door chirps as it opens and you're ushered inside to the sound of jazzy pop covers. You can't choose where to focus as the sleek shelves of colourful bottle behind the pure white counter refracts the lights of a spindly chandelier. Velvet chairs are arranged around a table in the little waiting area as stylists gab with clients in chairs.

"Frigga," a woman with platinum locks flutters over with the clacking of heels, "oh, it's been so long."

"Eliana! It has, look at you," they embrace and part, Frigga playing with the tall woman's pin-straight tresses, "what happened to the black?"

"Got a few grays and a divorce," the woman, Eliana you presume, cackles, "and who's this?"

They look at you as you're ready to fade into the black and white stripes on the wall.

"Oh, a friend, she's lovely," Frigga comes back and takes your hand, drawing you forward, "she just needs a little touch-up."

"Oh, she's a natural, she won't need much at all," the stylist approaches you, "I know just the woman; Luciana," she claps and looks back, "I have someone to fill in that cancellation.”

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[crying-fantasies]

A Wonderful Life Ahead P2

Masterlist

Part 1 | part 2: Few words | part 3 | part 4 | part 5

"I think that I like you, no, I really believe that I love you" his voice is just like his name, a blurry sound that almost sound like static, radio interference, your eyes directed at him and then to his intake, thinking, you are trying to decipher what he just said and he wants you to really, really do it, maybe you don't have to, and that appears to be the case when you look at his optics, like you can see his own essence, his spark almost exposed to you in that aspect.

You know, but that frown on your little face makes his ventilators slow down.

"I don't see you like that"

Blurr's spark flickered for a second, and broke in the next one.

"Right" was his short response after a long silence, what else is there to say? He put his cards on the table, everything that he felt, and it still isn't enough for you.

"Right" you say, taking distance, and he understands, he really does, just stop looking at him like that, it's all, he only wants your eyes in other place away from him, those are way too expressive even when you say otherwise, way too perceptive.

"Well, don't look so down", he tries to play this along, look unaffected, but the situation needs a little of humor and he'll fill up the silence if it gets you to stop looking at him like you do care, "I get it, the whole alien thing or something else, dunno, but respectable, just whish-", you felt the same, after all, "whish- to keep in contact, still be friends"

He is stuttering, for Primus' sake he is, there is an urge, to get out of here, fast, but, it would be way too overdramatic from his part, right? He doesn't want to look like that in front of you, could you end his miserable moment and walk away first, please? No, maybe no, please no, it would only be worse for him-

"Blurr, wait" your words are everything that he can hear, being so close to you in such a quarter of second that, it almost sent you flying if it wasn't for his fast servos holding you in place, you are scared for a moment before collapsing in his touch by the force of the dragged wind by his fast movement, felling the vibration of his whole body at the expectative of your next words, "I mean-" you try to collect yourself, getting to your feet again with his help, feeling exposed, why is he looking at you like that? "I guess that, we could try?"

Your conscience couldn't just walk away when you saw his defeated posture and hurt expression, maybe it was pity, but it was all that Blurr needed to finally get the first step on his plan to rock your world and make you show him a different expression apart from your usual one.

"You doing good in there?"

"Um"

So, many years later, there is a familiar expression on his youngling's face plate, Blurr sometimes is worried about him, Typhoon has always been a sleepyhead since the moment he got out of the hot spot, he himself can't exactly remember his time as a sparkling but he is damn sure that he was a servoful to whoever was in charge of him, being fast was natural for him and he never was in only one place at the microclick, he is still struggling with the most mundane things like drying the glasses or getting the orders to the tables without running and spilling everything, his voice box could go twenty words per click and he still needed to be reminded to stop and slow down.

"Want to talk about something?"

"No"

It was hard to believe that Ty was his, since his sparkling days he was a quiet one, never making a fuss and even crying in total silence before Blurr or you found him.

"Ty, if you want my help I can do something"

"I'm fine carrier-"

"Oh damn, is he still moping around for that bot?"

Ripley was the total opposite, and maybe that was Blurr's fault, she was, as you called her, Blurr's mini me, making fun of him and making him remember of when he was younger.

"What bot?"

"You know, the one that he likes"

"Shut up you little-"

"What bot?"

Ripley and Typhoon were siblings, they acted accordingly you said, Blurr didn't have a spark split brother and the word of siblings was something from your side of the family, a human thing.

"He likes this bot that talked to him the other cycle"

"Ripley, I swear that I'm crushing you to pieces-"

"Of who are we talking about?"

He did his best in order to raise them well, a loving environment, a good home, where they would never be in want or lack of anything, Ripley and you had the best clothes, food and organic supplies, Typhoon had the best energon and upgrades if he ever wanted one, loving memories hanging in the walls, the first time that you both carried Ripley, the first steps, the first time Ripley carried Typhoon, her little brother, a big smile on her face while the sparkling is sleeping.

That's Blurr's favorite photo.

One that is near to fall and shatter to pieces when Typhoon starts to stomp his pedes way too near his sister, Blurr moves fast to catch the photo and securely putting it in his cockpit, he has lost many of these along the years by many outbursts that got out of control.

Even to this day Blurr isn't sure if the constant threatening and death promises are normal for human siblings.

"I'm going to rip that stupid mop of hair out of your scalp!"

"Take one more step and I swear I will piss on your berth"

"Of who are you referring to?!" There are murder and gross comments flying around and all Blurr can still maintain his interest on in the middle of this mess is the supposed bot that Ty may like, because it is obviously an item of great importance.

"What is all this ruckus?" Oh, finally, you have arrived and look at your three kids (your husband is also in the group from time to time).

"He/she started!"

Sometimes, just sometimes, Blurr was scared of this pair, specially when Typhoon started to concentrate water on his derma and armor, or when Ripley had this wild look on her and her hair was a mess, almost showing her discontent.

How did you stand so strong in front of that? Confronting a wild moody young adult in the making and a giant youngling? No idea, by the look that you were giving him you wanted, no, you expected him to step up, say something.

Ah, you wanted him to be the bad bot, er, cop, for once.

"Ripley, you started" Blurr looked at her, pointing at her direction, almost backing down when her furious eyes were placed on him just to have you say her name sternly in warning, making her sigh before explaining herself.

"I'm just being honest", she pointed at her brother, "believe me when I say how worried I'm by this fool going around with a silly smile behind his mask with somebot around"

"Don't say-!" Typhoon is boiling in embarrassment, literally, but a look from you stops him, "don't even care about it, Dinamax is only a friend"

"Our parents were friends once too, you know?"

"Okay, now, let's get some peace" Blurr got near his kids, looking to both of them (while feeling pain by his son burning derma by the mere touch) before raising Ripley to see her brother in an eye to optic level, "and let's say sorry by the mean things we said and the menacing tones used"

"Why do I have to say sorry to this piece of scrap metal?"

"Why do I have to say sorry to this poor excuse of a mammal?"

At that, everyone gasped or vented quite hard, Ripley had tears in her angry eyes, "Wait, princess-" Blurr is fast enough to catch Ripley in the air when she launched herself to attack Ty in right in the visor.

Many apologies later and with both grounded for the day (you wanted him to ground them for a week, but he is weak for his kids), he gets to knock on his son's door, which opens at the second, Typhoon is seated on his berth, cooling down, he has a little trinket on his servos.

"Can I sit here?" Blurr talks fast, others wouldn't understand him, but Ty looks at him at his optics and with a movement of his servo gets the message and answer around, letting him take a sit next to him but keeping his distance, "So, this Dinamax..."

"He is just a friend" many would be surprised but Ty can talk as fast as Blurr, not even you are sure when it started or if Ty always could talk as fast as him, but it's what they use, their way to communicate in privacy.

The combination of cybertronian CNA and human DNA has such interesting results.

"You know, Riri had a point in what she said" Blurr knows that he has a proud smirk (maybe way too near to childish excitement) on his face plate that goes from one audial to the other, Blurr says your name with a lovesick sigh, "we were friends once" Typhoon looks at him with a bored expression, just like the one you made everytime that he surpassed his last record of velocity and looked at him like what he just did was, indeed, good, but not everlasting after every mech that showed him in praises were finally gone and he got to where you were just to look unimpressed.

Just to then ask him if he really liked what he did while giving you a ride back to your living unit, he wasn't expecting it and just said the first thing he had on his processor, to the max potential in quite the mess of words to express his passion, he stopped his ranting and also his tires, saying sorry for going overboard, only to have you smiling with real interest even when you don't understood a part of it.

"You seemed happy" were your words then and the ones that he gives to Ty, "really happy when you thought about it"

Typhoon smiles rather nervous and it shows now that his battle mask and visor off, looking at the little thing in his servos, Blurr doesn't have to ask to know that it's a gift from this Dinamax.

"You know that your friends can get discounts in here, why not bring this friend of yours to say hi?"

"Sure"

A young bot of few words, still, his golden optics showed everything Blurr needed to know, that, in reality, this very young bot was happy with simple things and didn't need to express it with words.

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[rookthorne]

Your writing is phenomenal 🤎

What advice or research/resource tips could you give a writer newly trying to get into more mature-explicit (All natures- battles, love making, whump) scenes or fics ? 🥹

hello, my darling! thank you for your kind words! 🥰

firstly, can I just say that it's a lil' surreal that people are coming to me for advice...? I was in your shoes not that long ago now, and it's blowing my mind that sweethearts such as yourself are asking me for the tips and tricks. like damn, this is insane. ANYWAY

my advice will be under the cut, because, as per usual, I can't shut the fuck up - but this once? it may actually be warranted! 🤣

one thing I live by, that you first have to get into your mind, is that you need to have something on the paper - no matter how bad you may think it is, you must have something on that document. you cannot edit, beta, or work with, a blank page.

this translates so well into mature and explicit works. when I first started, I couldn't write a cuddle scene without blushing (but yet I read the filthiest smut, go figure).

having a mental picture is also crucial to get this to work - whether you visualise, watch videos (p-rn, battle scenes, or medical shows, etc), or whether you follow reputable websites that provide facts - it is crucial to have this step, without it, you have nothing to work with.

this is where I tend to differ from other writers, so this may be one off advice, but I literally just write. I don't stop to think, I don't stop to listen to that voice that is telling me it's stupid. I write, and then edit later (cue my advice earlier - cannot edit a blank page).

I don't always research first.

GASP

I know, the horror, right?

sometimes that's the way it goes! while, yes, it is very important to have research backing your works, sometimes the muse just doesn't let you! and that's okay - because you can always go back over your work with a critical eye, rather than a creative one.

I am a firm believer in not stunting your creativity for reality, where you can help it.

but, alas, here I am not getting to the point.

do not, under any circumstance during your research, use Wikipedia. if you go to Wikipedia because you have no other choice, scroll to the bottom and go to those sources - more often than not, these are medical journals, and they do tend to be available for public perusing.

I learnt how to write smut via a previous beta, and she was very graceful in educating me the tricks of the trade. but you can also learn a lot from other writers - just by reading their works! that is how I got to the point that I am at now. I spent hours seeing the differences between writers, and I related what they did in their works to my own creations in the sense of flow, placement, and structure. sooner than later, I ended up mapping out scenes in my head, and if I wasn't sure on how something worked, I reached out to my fellow writers and asked for advice, or asked for a beta! if you feel that isn't an option, watching p-rn is a very good substitute in learning how it all works, or how a position would look, or just in general smuttiness. here is one of the guides that I used.

regarding battle scenes (god I fucking love writing them), it's important to get the ambience right, and the flow of movements without dragging on. it's such a fine balance and it is so fucking easy to tip the scales one way or another, rather than keeping it level. I am a history nerd when it comes to anything Norse/Viking, so I have background and knowledge to help my flow, but watching movies and shows (even documentaries!) is a big help! they will teach you the dynamic movement and flow of how someone would handle a sword, or an axe, or a shield. here is a good combat resource.

whump... oh, my beloved whump, how I fucking adore writing whump. but I have a penchant for torturing and snapping my glow sticks, not everyone is as torturous as me. 🤣

this is where research is the most important, or prior knowledge. I never attempt a whump fic or scene without researching first - it is the only exception to my above statement of not always doing it first.

WebMD is an excellent source for learning about illnesses and the courses of treatment, same with medical journals. I have a few tags on my blog: writing resources, writing tips, writing help - that will direct you to many blogs that have countless resources.

last but not least, reach out to as many writers that you can!

I can't speak for everyone, but I preach that my inbox is always open, both on here and discord, to ask for help or advice regarding anything - whether that be writing scenes, beta work, or just general advice regarding anything writing/creating/aesthetics/graphics! I have a big wheelhouse and I am more than willing to share what I know if it will help someone else, and you can be sure that if I don't know something, I won't stop until I know how to help. never be afraid to reach out to me if you need more help, I don't bite! 💗

I really hope my essay helped you, nonnie, I tried my best - even if I got a bit rambly, my bad 😅🤣

#rookthorne responds #wow Lana go the fuck off with an essay huh #yikes #SORRY #sweet anons #💗💗💗