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I Want It All: Part 3

Part 1, Part 2

Astarion x AsexaulBard!Tav Masterlist

Astarion x Reader, Astarion x Tav, Astarion x Asexual!Reader, Astarion x Bard!Reader

Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Soft!Astarion, Allusion to Astarion's Past (Sexual Assult/Dissociation)

Summary: You and Astarion had been playing this little game of yours for a while; he pretends to care, you pretend not to fall for it. It’s easy, even fun at times. The trouble is, what happens the moment you can’t pretend anymore?

A/N: Holy shit! It's done! Thank you so much to everyone who has commented and reblogged and just...everything. I cannot tell you how much it means to be to know this story has resonated with so many people. I don't have any plans to continue this as a larger story (I still haven't played the game); however, if anyone would like to send requests for small one-shots or headcanons involving Astarion and this Asexual!Tav, feel free to send me an ask.

Also, sorry if I didn't tag you. There were a lot of request, so I stuck to those who asked on the previous chapter.

And as always REBLOG AND COMMENT IF YOU LIKE THIS! I NEED VALIDATION TO SURVIVE!!!

Word Count: 5.2K

You didn’t sleep that night, but what else did you expect?

For hours you simply lay in the dark, staring at the window. The patter of rain was the only source of sound besides your own breathing. Even that small comfort didn’t last as the storm passed leaving behind cloud covered silence.

No tears came to you. What had you to grieve over? Everything you felt had been a product of your imagination. You knew that.

Still, it ached. There was a throbbing in your throat you couldn’t swallow down and a constant pressure behind your eyes. You almost wished you would cry, just to get it out of your system. If you could have a nice little breakdown, there was a chance you could get over this. It would be the slap in the face you needed to accept reality. Maybe then you’d stop doing this to yourself.

All the same, it stayed there, pressing heavy on your chest until the sun teased the edges of the clouds beaconing morning.

You groaned, burying your face into the pillow. You couldn’t lie and wallow the rest of the day. You had things to do, places to be, worms to destroy. The sooner you had something else to occupy your thoughts the better.

With an effort you pulled yourself out of bed and slowly made your way to the dining room.

You were a bit surprised to see everybody already up. Wyll, Karlach, Lae’zel, Shadowheart, and Gale were already seated with plates of half eaten food in front of them. Two seats were still empty, settings ready and untouched. A quick look around confirmed the rest, Astarion had yet to make an appearance.

“Morning everyone,” you said, trying your best to be cheerful as you sat yourself between Gale and Wyll.

You could feel all their eyes on you, no doubt noticing the dark circles under yours.

“Morning,” Gale greeted. “I trust you slept well.”

He let out a small yelp of pain.

You looked up to catch him glaring at Shadowheart as she shot him a disapproving look.

You frowned. Did she just kick him?

“I mean, ah, did you lie comfortably?” he amended.

“Seriously?” Karlach questioned.

You swore you could feel the heat of Gale’s blush, as he grumbled into his toast. “Damn it, you know what I mean.”

“Do I?” you asked.

“We just hoped you spent the rest of the night…pleasantly,” Wyll tried, and ultimately failed.

Your stomach flipped, as harsh, dreadful realization washed over you. Yes, of course they would.

“You don’t look well,” Lae’zel noted. “After all his boasting, I had thought Astarion would leave his partners more satisfied.”

You didn’t say anything, deciding to take a bite of egg as an excuse. Now would be a great time for the ground to open and swallow you into the hells. Gods knew it would be an improvement.

“She’s right,” Shadowheart said, sounding a little annoyed to admit it. “You do look tired and not the good kind. Did something happen?”

“Did he hurt you,” Wyll said, his brow furrowing in sudden concern.

“What?! No!” you said quickly. “Nothing happened.”

“How’d you mean nothing happened?” Karlach put in. “We all saw what we saw. How could anyone turn down all of that?”

Fresh embarrassment washed over you, making you wish you could erase the last twenty-four hours and crawl into the nearest, deepest hole. You had spent the whole night worried about what Astarion would make of your vision, you had all but forgotten you had shared that part of yourself with all of your companions. Of course they would have their own interpretations.

“It wasn’t like that.”

A quick look around the table gave away the doubtful thoughts of all.

You took a deep breath, willing yourself to calm. They weren’t going to believe you if you were emotional about this.

“Look, I appreciate your concern, but I’m fine. As I said, nothing happened. We talked, and it became clear that we just want different things. That’s the beginning and the end of it. Now are we done or are you all going to keep chattering on like a bunch of fishwives?”

The silence at the table was palpable as everyone exchanged looks.

Alright, maybe being calm wasn't a realistic expectation, but you hadn’t lied. Sure, there were some details you neglected to share, but that really was the long and the short of it. He hadn’t done anything wrong and neither had you. It just didn’t work out.

The plain truth of it settled in your heart carving out a hollow space for it to lay in.

Gale was the first to act, clearing his throat. “Fair enough, the matter is closed. Please, accept our apology. With such an intimate group as ours, it’s sometimes easy to forget that one’s personal matters can be well and truly personal.”

He looked at the rest of the group, each nodding in agreement to various degrees of reluctancy.

“Just for the record though, if you need someone to knock some sense into that pretty boy’s head, you just need to ask,” Karlach offered.

Despite yourself, you had to smile. “I’ll think about it.”

You then turned to Gale, who met you with kind eyes and a comforting smile. You let yourself be warmed by it, even if you still felt a little guilty for snapping. He really did understand. It was easy for heartbreak to recognize heartbreak.

“Thank you,” you murmured.

To your surprise, his first instinct wasn’t to reach for words, but rather your hand as he gave your fingers a gentle squeeze.

“Anytime.”

“Good morning everyone. Gossiping without me?”

You whipped your head around to find Astarion standing near the head of the table, a sardonic smile on his lips and a hard glare in his eyes. No doubt he had heard everything.

Everybody shifted in their seats, glancing between you and Astarion. You averted your gaze, focusing hard on the table in front of you.

Gale’s hand still rested over yours. Whatever comfort it had given you, faded as something akin to panic flooded your veins. In the next second, you rose from your chair, scraping it hard against the floor in your hurry.

“I’ve still got some packing to do,” you said. “Be back down in a few.”

Coward’s way out? Yes, but after the night you had, you figured you were entitled to it.

Keeping your head down, you slipped past Astarion, feeling him watch you as you made your way back up the stairs.

If you had lingered a moment, you might have caught the flash of hurt in his eyes. You might have noticed how his clothes were more rumpled than usual. You might even have seen his hand twitch with the instinct to reach for yours. But you didn’t see, and anything that might have happened disappeared in a brush of air.

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The next several days carried on in much the same way. Not as torturous as that first morning, but still a drudge of avoidance and awkward silences.

In your defense, Astarion seemed just as keen to keep his distance. Where he used to be your preverbal shadow, filling the hours of travel with idle teasing and conversation, now he kept to the back, his mouth decidedly shut.

The others caught on and seemed determined to make up the difference. Karlach, Shadowheart and Wyll especially made a point to walk alongside you, telling stories and jokes in an attempt to make you smile.

You did your best. They meant well, but in some ways they only served to emphasize the absence of another.

Gale, on the other hand, had the foresight to try a different approach. He made it clear he didn’t expect you to talk, but always made sure you had the best spot by the fire and a little extra of whatever he made for the camp. You had to wonder if Tara had provided a similar comfort to him after Mystra. It was obvious he had the practice.

Even Lae’zel offered to help you train it off, something about how your, “objectively weak body had left the rest of you vulnerable to attack”. A part of you felt the insult, but the gesture was appreciated.

Honestly, all of this care was starting to make you feel guilty. None of them were giving Astarion the same courtesy. He wasn’t being shunted exactly, but the message was loud and clear; they were on your side.

This was met by him taking a step back from the late night conversations. His interactions with the others were kept short and lacked his usual humorous flare. He took his shifts on watch alone and he spent even more time either roaming the forest or in his tent.

The only person he consistently spoke to was Gale, which should have raised some alarm bells on their own, but you never caught what they were discussing. All you knew was Astarion never appeared especially pleased while Gale gave a look of someone begging the gods for patience.

All of this was your fault. You just wanted things to go back to normal. Even if you couldn’t be with Astarion the way you imagined, you still valued his friendship. If this kept up, there was a chance he might decide to leave all together. An olive branch was needed, something to signal you didn’t hold a grudge or expect anything more.

The answer came to you one early evening as you took note of his haggard looks and less than graceful steps out of camp. He hadn’t fed on you in a week and there was only so much deer and boar could do.

You considered simply offering up your neck, but that felt too forward. Besides, you weren’t sure if you were ready to have him that close. The only other solution you could think of was to bleed yourself somehow.

This proved more difficult than you first imagined. Astarion seemed to have an instinct for where to bite, balancing enough blood for himself without causing any permanent damage. You couldn’t boast the same. It took more than one cut to fill an empty goblet with what you hoped to be the right amount of blood. You’d ask Shadowheart to heal you properly later. Hopefully she’d accept a poorly executed knife trick as an excuse.

You wrapped your wrist as best you could and, watching to make sure the others weren’t looking, slipped into Astarion’s tent.

You were immediately hit with the scent of bergamot, rosemary, and aged brandy. A sense of calm washed over you at the familiar combination, settling comfortably in your lungs as you took in the space.

A single candle remained lit, allowing just enough light for you to appreciate the rich purple and red fabrics lining the walls as well as the sheer number of pillows littering the floor. How he managed to pack so many was a mystery you doubt you would ever solve. The whole set up was down right ornate, but considering this was Astarion you were talking about, you shouldn’t have been surprised.

It was only then you realized you’d never been inside before. He’d invited you more than once, but you’d always turned him down preferring to keep your feeding session in the open air. You had known, even then, any closer would give the wrong impression; all for naught it seemed.

You pushed the thought aside, pulling your attention back to the matter at hand. There had to be some place you could put the goblet where he wouldn’t knock it over. Why did he have to keep a side table outside the tent?

A shuffle came from just outside. Focusing your ears, you caught the tread of boots on grass transition to the nearly silent carpet just outside the tent flap. You turned using those handful of extra seconds to school your features into something passively innocent as Astarion ducked inside.

His whole body froze, his arm holding the fabric above his head as his eyes went wide. For a long moment, neither of you said anything.

You took advantage of his momentary shock to examine his appearance more closely. He looked…well, tired and more than a little confused. No blood marked his shirt or his lips. His pants appeared to have taken a tear or two from a bramble bush. Even his hair looked just a bit disheveled in a way so unlike himself.

“No luck hunting?” you said, unable to keep the concern out of your voice.

He stared, as if your words were coming from somewhere far away and required extra time to reach his ears.

“I’ve had better,” he finally said.

You nodded in understanding, shifting awkwardly as your eyes went to the goblet in your hands.

“Here,” you offered. “No offense, but you look like you could use it.”

He gave a tight smile. “I’d say no offense taken, but this is me we’re talking about.” All the same, he took the cup, sniffing it cautiously. He blinked hard, his brows furrowing as he stuck his nose further into the cup and took a deep whiff.

“Is this yours?” he asked.

You shrugged, holding up your bandaged wrist. “Whose else would it be?”

His mouth parted slightly as if to say something before closing it again.

“You didn’t have to do that,” he said, his tone oddly serious.

“I know,” you assured. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Once again, he opened his mouth as if to speak, but instead released a breath of a laugh, allowing whatever tension he had formed in those last few seconds to fall from his shoulders.

“I know I shouldn’t be surprised, but it seems I can’t help it with you.”

Before you could ask him what exactly he meant, he raised the goblet to his lips and drank.

The effect was instantaneous. Your blood met his tongue and any control he had slipped away. His pupils dilated to those of a predator as he guzzled the whole thing down in two deep swallows. He let out a gasp of air before returning to the cup, licking the sides so not to waste a drop. A low hum of bliss came from deep in his chest as he savored the rest, allowing his fingers to scrap the bottom before bringing it back to his mouth.

The sight should have left you horrified, but in truth, it was encouraging. Things would be different, but you could at least provide him this.

“Do you need more?” you asked.

This time his laugh was loud and genuine as he wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand before licking the remains; yet another thing you found inexplicably endearing. He really was just a big cat sometimes.

“Dangerous thing to offer me in this state, darling,” he said. “Luckily for you, I found a nice burrow of rabbits yesterday.”

Once satisfied there was truly nothing left, he set the goblet down on the ground before turning his attention to your wrist.

“Let me see,” he said, reaching out a hand.

“It’s fine,” you promised. “I’ll get Shadowheart to look at it later.”

“I’ll be the judge of that, give it here.”

Knowing there was no fighting him, you relented, allowing him to unwrap the bandages.

He visibly winced as he examined the litter of harsh scratches along your skin. “What did you use? A rusty spoon?”

“I had trouble finding a good vein,” you said, feeling the need to defend yourself. You hadn’t thought it looked that bad.

“Oh is that all? And here I thought you’d lost an argument with a displacer beast.”

You pressed your lips into an annoyed line, but Astarion was already digging around his pack, coming back with a salve and potion of healing.

“Drink this.”

You shook your head, ignoring the pleasant little flutter in your chest at the gesture. “I told you, I’ll just ask Shadowheart.”

“Oh this isn’t just for you,” he said, dryly. “Do you think I want her believing you’d willingly butcher yourself just to give me a proper meal? Neither of us would hear the end of it.”

A small flush of embarrassment worked up your neck. He was right, of course. The party really hadn’t been subtle in their disapproval. It was the reason you had tried for discretion.

Without further protest you accepted the potion.

This seemed to appease him as he quickly got to work on applying the salve.

He had bought it not long after you had come to your little feeding arrangement. It helped to sooth small cuts and bruises while minimizing the threat of scars. He had initially offered to provide…other services to relieve the pain, but you had declined. This was the compromise. You’d offered to do it yourself, but he insisted, claiming it was the least he could do. In truth, it was all very…transactional.

This felt different. The hesitation he so often held, as if waiting for the other shoe to drop, was gone. His touch was gentle, his expression focused and his body oddly relaxed. It didn’t feel like an obligation, but an act of kindness, one he was more than willing to give.

Any nerves that remained slipped away. You could find a way to live with this. Certainly it was more than others had given you in the past.

Once he was done, he pulled fresh bandages from his bag and began redressing your wounds with decidedly more precision than you had.

“I am glad you’re here,” he said, breaking the silence. “I was hoping we could talk.”

A sharp sting of anxiety pressed itself into your skin.

“Oh?”

He nodded, tying off the bandage. “I think it’s important.”

You swallowed. The instinct to run pulled at your feet, but you managed to keep it in check. You owed him that much.

“Well, I’m here so…let’s talk.”

He breathed out an audible sigh of relief, raising his hands up as he took a small step back.

“Just stand there a moment. Don’t move.”

He spun around, rummaging through various bags before letting out a cry of triumph. He stepped back holding what looked to be a violin string glowing with magical golden light.

Your head tilted to the side as your eyes narrowed. “Is that…?”

“Part of the violin, yes,” he admitted. “Bit of a story. Short version, Gale was able to extract one of the strings. It shouldn’t cause any permanent damage to the instrument, as far as I know.”

You raised a doubtful eyebrow. “And Gale just let you pluck this from his tent did he?”

Astarion shifted uncomfortably. “Not exactly. I, ah, may have had some trouble understanding how it worked and…inquired as to his assistance.”

“You asked Gale for help?” you asked, astonished.

“Don’t make me relive the experience,” he lamented. “He told me the strings themselves have different magical properties in order to create the effect you demonstrated the other night. Apparently this one alone compels people to tell the truth.”

He then took the string and carefully wrapped it around his wrist before handing the other half to you.

Your eyes widened, glancing between him and the offered cord. “What are you doing?”

“Leveling the playing field,” he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

You shook your head, taking a step back. “You don’t have to do that.”

His lips curved into a self deprecating smile. “I think I do though. I haven’t been honest with you and…while that’s not exactly unique to you, the regret I have is. So you see, it really is a selfish action. If I’m to be free of this, I need to know for certain you understand that what I say next is the truth…all of it.”

Your mouth opened to protest, but the words caught in your throat. The expression on his face was one you had never seen before. While he did his best to hide under his usual indifferent airs, his eyes gave him away. You’d never seen them so open and unsure.

Slowly, you took the other end, feeling a familiar tingle spread through your fingers.

“Alright,” you said, cautiously. “What’s your favorite color?”

Flashes of red shot across your vision, moonlit skies and a pair of eyes you only just caught to be your own before the image settled on something else entirely.

“Pink,” Astarion blurted.

Your eyebrows shot up as the start of a delighted smile spread across your face.

“And orange,” he amended quickly, “and dark blue and…honestly just the color of the sky at sunrise.” He pouted as if annoyed at the words that escaped his lips, but he shook it off. “Alright, you had your little test run. Give me something harder.”

You considered a moment. It was very tempting to continue on with some more embarrassing questions, but that wasn’t the purpose of all of this. Best to start at the beginning.

“What did you think of me when we first met?” you asked.

He grimaced, guilt evident not just through his averted gaze but the tug of the string between you. “You were a target,” he admitted. “At best a convenient meat shield. You were just so…open, ready to trust. Manipulating you would be easy.”

You took a deep breath, ignoring the stab of pain between your ribs. You should have expected as much. He wasn’t exactly subtle.

“And that’s what you were trying to do the other night, manipulate me?”

“Yes.”

Another stab of guilt, a flash of your own back walking out of a candle lit room as a hand that was not your own reached hopelessly outward.

Your actual jaw clenched. “I don’t need your pity.”

“It’s not pity.”

“Then what?!” you snapped. “Hells bells Astarion, do you even like me?”

“You drive me to acts of insanity,” he said indignantly, raising up the glowing cord around his wrist as proof. “Do you think I’d willing subject myself to days of Gale’s passive aggressive commentary on my personal life for just anyone? Of course I like you. Gods below!”

You stared, unable to deny the waves of exasperation mixed with the sound of your own laughter as heard through another’s ears. Something warm and unfamiliar bloomed in the chest of the body opposite you making your mind spin, as you tried to re-establish the divide.

“Why did you ask me to come to you?” you asked. “What were you hoping to gain?”

Astarion took a deep breath. It was only then you noticed how tightly he was holding the chord linking you.

“I was hoping to get back on track,” he said, slowly. “I had a plan when we met. A nice simple plan. Seduce you, bed you, manipulate your emotions so you’d never turn on me. It was easy…instinctive.”

He met your eyes and for the first time, you felt him fight against the images threatening to breach the gap between you. You caught the barest flashes, memories of half forgotten faces passing by one after another. Shame and vile brushed the edges of your mind, and quickly faded as Astarion regained control.

“But, you seemed immune to my attempts,” he continued. “I could tell you enjoyed my attentions, but you never asked for more. My simple plan that had worked on countless targets, couldn’t get off the ground. And yet, you still gave me blood, protection…trust. I couldn’t understand it. I found myself wanting to know more, to know you. To anticipate what you would ultimately ask in exchange. And then that night, you showed me exactly what it was you desired.”

Something slipped through. You saw yourself in the center of the tavern with darkness surrounding you. A rise of fear entered your heart as you heard your name called from familiar lips. And then, the world shifted, light came back into the world and it was…beautiful.

“I thought I finally understood you,” he said. “A poor repressed urchin who had been hurt one too many times. All that was required was a more gentle touch. I could provide that. It wouldn’t be the first time.”

He paused, his expression softening. “And then you had to do the most inconsiderate thing and surprise me all over again: you asked for my heart, in exchange for yours. I should have been elated. It meant my plan had worked, not the way I intended, but you had fallen for it…for me. The trouble was, I hadn’t accounted for the possibility that I would fall for you.”

You stared, unable to say anything as a well of emotion threatened to burst from you. It was as if someone pulled a bow across your chest, creating a resonating sound that moved in harmony with your very soul.

It was true, all of it.

By some miracle, you wrestled back control over your lungs and tongue.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I didn’t know how,” he admitted. “Even if I had, would you have believed me?”

You averted your gaze. It was answer enough.

“It’s alright,” he said, offering a wry smile. “Smart really. I wouldn’t have believed me either.”

You nodded in appreciation, your mind still reeling from everything he had just confessed.

“What are you thinking?” he asked.

You frowned, unable to shake a question that had been stirring for some time.

“Do you even want to have sex with me?”

His eyebrows shot into his hairline, his mouth falling open. “I’m standing here baring my soul to you and that’s what you ask?”

“You asked me what I was thinking,” you defended. “Besides, it’s a relevant question.”

He looked like he wanted to argue, but let it go just as quickly with a huff.

“Well?” you prompted.

He made a series of non-commital noises, his mouth half forming words before being wrenched in another direction. The chord between you glowed brighter, twisting just a little deeper into his skin.

“I…don’t really know,” he said, slightly stilted, as if surprised by his own answer. “To be clear, I do find you physically enticing. In that aspect at least, I’d hardly qualify bedding you a chore, but... I spent two centuries using lust and desire to lure people back to him. In that time I developed the habit of taking myself out of my body, looking at it as if it were happening to somebody else. Even in those rare times it could be pleasurable, I still walked away feeling nothing but disgust and loathing. I don’t want those feelings associated with you. At the same time, I can’t help thinking that if we were together, it would be different. But, don’t take that to mean I expect it. Like I said, I don’t even know if I want it. Honestly, before you said it, I didn’t know saying no was an option.”

You took all of that in, your heart clenching as the full weight of what Cazador did to him settled on your mind. Red filed your vision, the sympathetic ache replaced with a rush of fury. He was a dead man. One way or another, you would see Cazador bloodied by the end of all of this. But as quickly as it had come you let the emotion pass. This wasn’t about him. You wouldn’t let him intrude any more on this moment.

“What do you want from me then?” you asked, softly.

To your relief, something familiar and teasing flashed across his face.

“I thought I’d made that obvious.”

With his free hand, he cupped your cheek allowing his thumb to lightly caress your skin. His scarlet eyes burned not with lust, but something warmer and just as desperate.

“You showed me the chorus of your heart. How could anyone look upon that and not desire it? The trouble is, the price you asked. I…I don’t know how to pay it. I don’t know how to be with someone that way, but I’m willing to learn. I want it all. I want you to have it all.”

The connection between you burned hot in your hand, but you couldn’t let it go. It felt so warm, so real. It filled every empty part of you to the point of bursting and still you wanted more. You were insatiable.

Astarion looked just as lost as you, his eyes glazed over with too many emotions for you to name. His body began to tremble. It was becoming too much.

In an instant you pulled his hand away, unwrapping the chord from around his wrist and tossing it aside.

He took a sudden deep breath as if coming up for air after being submerged in deep water.

“Shit,” he cursed, gulping for air. Closing his eyes, he ran a hand down his face as he tried to calm.

Your eyes widened as you caught the angry marks left behind on his wrist.

“Are you alright?”

He blinked hard as if clearing spots from his vision. “I’m fine. Wasn’t expecting that is all.” He turned his focus to you with a bewildered expression. “Does it always feel like that?”

“That’s admittedly a first for me,” you confessed. You reached out your hand, glancing at his injury. “Let me see.”

He followed your gaze frowning, as if surprised to note the welts forming on his wrist. Still he stepped closer allowing you to examine them without protest.

“Does it hurt?” you asked.

He shook his head. “Sort of numb, honestly, tingly.”

You nodded, swallowing hard to keep the rise of guilt and fear at bay. It didn’t help.

“I’m sorry,” you said, quickly.

He tilted his head, his eyes narrowing. “Don’t think a little thing like this is going to scare me off. I meant what I said. I intend to give you your fill.”

“You don’t have to give it all at once,” you promised. “I can be patient when it counts.”

A sly smile turned at his lips. “I almost hope you won’t. You’re not the only one who's starving.”

Heat spread up your neck, something Astarion undoubtedly caught as he gave a low laugh.

“Well, now that we’ve cleared the air, what happens next?” he asked.

“I’m…not sure,” you admitted. “Nobody else has ever given me the chance to figure that out.”

He nodded slowly, before taking a small step back. His head tilted as if to examine you from every angle. A question started to form on your tongue just as the start of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He suddenly straightened before placing a hand on his chest and regarded you with a deep bow.

You grinned, matching him with a curtsy of your own.

He then offered his hand, which you easily took before he pulled you just a little closer. Your other hand found his shoulder while his pressed lightly on your waist. And then you did what was only natural. You danced.

It wasn’t anything elaborate. There was no fire or sparks of magic. You simply moved together to a song of your own imagination. It stirred in your chest, the barest pluck of a melody, but it was yours and his; the promise of a symphony to come.

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Dark Chocolate with Prompt 17 and 4 for Kaku Please?

Yandere Kaku x GN!Reader

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Prompts:

I feel like I’m in a romance novel.

I don’t deserve you, but I want you. Is that so wrong?

“You have a lot of nerve showing your face around here.”

Of all the things that could have happened today, you definitely didn’t anticipate that one of them would involve your ex climbing through your window as if the past few months hadn’t happened.

“I understand you’re upset, but please let me explain myself.” Kaku held up his hands and approached you like you were a skittish animal.

You couldn’t believe the audacity of this man to come into your home and start making demands. Why the hell should you listen to someone who abandoned you without so much as a word to you. You didn’t want to even look at him right now. Pointing at the window, you yell at him, “Absolutely not! Get out!”

“Please, doll, there’s no need to holler. I promise I can make this right.” His attempts to placate you only made you angrier.

“Do not call me doll, Kaku,” every word was dripping with venom. He didn’t deserve to call you that anymore. “Do you have any idea what you put me through? What it was like to wake up one day only to find out that my boyfriend- who I wasted two years of my life with- up and disappeared without a trace? You couldn’t be bothered to speak with me or even leave a fucking note, but now all of a sudden you want to talk? Please. I’m done with you, so don’t even bother.”

While he was off doing who knows what, you were left inconsolable and to pick up the pieces of your broken heart by yourself. There were countless nights where you would cry yourself to sleep while wondering if it was something that you did. Him leaving the way he did made it impossible to get closure. That may have hurt you before, but now you didn’t want it. You’d rather stay in the dark than have to hear whatever sob story Kaku comes up with.

Kaku’s face fell, and the hurt on his face was palpable. A small, traitorous part of your heart ached at the expression, but you pushed yourself through it. You weren’t going to let him yank you around and play these kinds of games.

“I’m not leaving, please give me a fighting chance here.” His tone was practically begging.

“Fine.” His eyes lit up. “I’ll leave then, and you better not still be here when I come back.”

Not even giving him a chance to respond, you spin around and march towards the door, desperate to get out of this situation. It was definitely ridiculous to storm out of your own home when it should be him, but you didn’t have the energy or desire to argue with him.

Before you could reach it, Kaku abruptly appeared in front of you, causing you to stop dead in your tracks.Your mind struggles to process what just happened. Not only did you not hear any footsteps, you never even saw him move. How did he do that?

Kaku took advantage of your shocked state to grab your arms and push you back into a chair. You try to struggle out of his grip, but he won’t budge. Him being strong was hardly news to you, but his hands felt like iron shackles around you.

“I know that what I did was awful, but I need to talk to you, and you aren’t going anywhere until I’m done.” He paused to see if you would speak up again, and when you didn’t, he continued, “I’m sorry for leaving how I did, but I need you to understand that it wasn’t my choice to do so that way.”

You huffed and rolled your eyes at that, “Then what happened?”

“I,” he averted his eyes, “can’t give you all the details on that yet, but I can after you come with me and you’re somewhere safe.”

That was an alarming statement. What does he mean he can’t tell you until you’re somewhere safe? And safe from what? Not to mention it is simply insane of him to come here with the assumption that you would ever agree to go with him.

“I know I wronged you. I’ll never deny that, and I’ll spend the rest of our lives making up for it. I don’t deserve you, but I want you. Is that so wrong?”

“Excuse me?” There were several parts of what he just said that needed to be addressed. “First of all, there is no “our” between us. We are completely separate individuals, and I don’t want to see you again after today. Secondly, yes, it is wrong to want me after what you pulled. I’m over you, and you need to get over me.”

Kaku pursed his lips with a pained expression on his face and looked down. “I’m sorry.” He steps back, and for a moment you’re hopeful that he is about to leave. Suddenly, he lunges forward and hauls you up and over his shoulder. “But leaving without you isn’t an option. Don’t worry, I’ve already gotten this approved of. We’re going to be happy together, even if it takes time.”

“What the hell are you talking about?! Put me down!” You thrash in his hold, but it’s just as fruitless as it was earlier. He approaches the window he snuck in through to climb out, and in a last ditch attempt to prevent your kidnapping, you grab onto the windowsill with all your strength. This successfully brings him to a halt.

There’s a pause, followed by Kaku sighing. “Now, now, quit throwing a hissy fit,” he tuts. With minimal effort, he lurches forward, dislodging you from the frame you were clinging to.

With that, he jumps up onto the roof and takes off, leaping from building to building completely carefree as if he wasn’t actively abducting you. Wind rushed around you as you screamed from the dizzying heights you were being forced to experience. You’d allowed him to carry you while doing this once before and had tapped out almost immediately, but you didn’t have that luxury this time around.

Completely ignoring your terror and protests, he laughs with pure, unadulterated glee. “Look at us! A couple of lovebirds running away to be together, I feel like I’m in a romance novel!” Not a single part of him appeared to be acknowledging the reality of the situation. He was completely delusional and there was nothing you could say to make him understand. You were completely at his mercy.

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starry-nights-garden · 9 months

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Xdinary Heroes Reaction ✧ Shutting them up with a kiss

✧ Xdinary Heroes all members x gn!reader ✧ genre: fluff, reaction ✧ warnings: none

Gunil:

he’s been rambling about god knows what for at least half an hour

and as much as you enjoy listening to his endless supply of stories, you’re a bit tired today and it’s starting to get too much

not wanting to disappoint him, you wonder if you could come up with an excuse to ask him to stop talking

when no words come to mind, you get a different idea

mid sentence you lean in and place a kiss on his lips

he’s stunned for several moments, not having expected a kiss at all

and while he does seem happy about it, there’s no way he’d let anything keep him from finishing his story cjbxnxnx

“Uhm, babe… I was about to make a point here, so…”

simply keeps talking????

so you do the same again and this time he continues his story as soon as your lips leave his kasjlöfksa

you’re gonna have to give him more than a couple of pecks to shut him up for good

Jungsu:

he’s scolding you for something minor like you forgetting to put your dishes away

and you get that he’d be mad about it if it was something that happened frequently, but this is the first time you forgot about something like that since you have started dating

so you get a feeling he’s not actually as mad at you as he seems, and instead he must be overall stressed

you do try to apologize but he just keeps complaining, his frustration only growing

and so you decide to kiss him in order to make him stop

he’s surprised when you briefly press your lips against his, and when you can see that he’s still upset, you give him another kiss

kissing him properly this time, you can finally feel him relax against you

you can immediately see regret in his eyes as he opens them to look at you

“I’m better now… sorry for taking it out on you. I shouldn’t have done that.”

he apologizes with his head hanging low, unable to even look at you now

however, you simply offer him a hug, telling him that you understand

Gaon:

you’re having kind of a play fight that’s getting way too competitive

at this point you’re not even sure what you’re arguing about anymore, you just know it was something utterly insignificant

getting kind of tired of it now while Jiseok just gets more and more into it, you decide to put an end to it at once

so you lean in and before he can realize what’s happening, your lips are already pressed against his

blinks a few times and looks at you with raised eyebrows after you pull back, trying to understand what just happened

is definitely blushing and stutters on for a while, before he pulls himself together

then you just see him smiling mischievously as he continues talking, and you just know he’s up to something

just when you sigh and want to walk away, he grabs your hand, suddenly seeming sulky

“I thought you’d keep kissing me if I continued rambling!”

you let out a huge sigh at his logic, but can’t help the smile creeping onto your lips because of his innocence

you attempt to argue back, but now it’s you who doesn’t know what to say

so you simply give in and fulfill his wish, because who are you to say no to an invitation for more kisses from your boyfriend?

O.de:

you can see that your boyfriend is bothered about something

you figure it would help him if he talked about it to get it all out, so you keep nagging him about it until finally he sits down with you and explains his problem to you

however, once he starts talking he can’t stop, and you can see the exact moment the conversation isn’t helpful to him anymore

instead, he starts agonizing about it instead

though you try to make him see things from a different perspective, it doesn’t help him much

so you realize you have to do something else if you want to help him

you simply lean in and kiss him softly, trying to convey to him how much you care

he immediately kisses you back, as if he was thankful that you shut him up

after kissing him for a while, he seems to have calmed down a bit and his frown disappears as you pull back

you suggest doing something fun instead, but he’s quick to snake his arms around you, pulling you close

“I think I prefer some more kisses, actually…”

and so you simply smile at him, cupping his face in your hands

and then you kiss him again

Junhan:

is giving you a detailed explanation about something guitar related

you have been curious so you thought you could simply ask your boyfriend about it!

you think the way he’s really getting into it is super adorable, and the happy smile on his face as he talks makes you happy as well

that’s until suddenly, you get an idea

without thinking about the consequences, you lean in, pressing a lingering kiss to his lips mid-sentence

he’s completely stunned when you pull back, taking some time to recollect himself before complaining

“I was talking!! You didn’t have to-” - his voice goes higher and higher until eventually words fail him and his ears are beet red

whines at you now as he can’t handle the embarrassment - and he’s also a tiny bit frustrated that you interrupted him

so you take his silence as an opportunity to simply kiss him again

and he does kiss you back, but once you give him an opening he will just whine again

in the end he makes you assure him that you were just messing with him and didn’t get bored of his explanations

you give him a few more kisses as an apology

Jooyeon:

it started as a normal conversation that somehow took a detour in his head

and now you have no idea what he’s talking about anymore

you just know he’s excited and trying his best to get his point across

and somehow that’s just very endearing to you

not to say you’re getting a little carried away by his smile and childlike excitement reflecting in his eyes

but you are getting carried away by exactly that jdhdndn

and before you know it, you find yourself leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips, shutting him up in the process

he blinks at you once, and then twice, gaping because he did not see that coming and you have successfully interrupted his train of thought

has no idea what he was talking about anymore and then suddenly gets very quiet

“Sorry, I got a little too carried away there…”

awkwardly scratches the back of his head as you assure him that you don’t mind, he was just too cute and you couldn’t help yourself

he absolutely lights up at you calling him cute and then demands more kisses while pouting

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pray4saint · 9 months

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Omgomgimg okay but think about a scenario where you're on a date or out with friends or something and you start getting uncomfy (for whatever reason) so you call your bestie who has feelings for you (dteam and chuckle Sammy; spearate) and they come pick you up like how do you think they'd all react?

saviour

masterlist & descrip. tv-ma. 15+. fem!reader. ted pining after/crushing on reader. use of y/n. self centred blind date. best friend!ted. lying about medical issues. ted and his dirty mind brrr.

a/n. i only had an idea and energy for one of the boys, ted sooo here it is

you probably should’ve known better, it was a blind date and you’d been set up by one of your friends who claimed she just 'couldn't bare to see you single anymore'. the man sat across from you just wouldn’t shut up about himself. he talked and talked and talked and he never asked anything about you. you barely got your name out when he asked cause he was so quick to start talking again. when he ordered for you, telling the waiter you’d eat something that you didn’t like and he looked over at you, saw your disgusted face and said that was all, that was it for you. “if you’ll just excuse me a moment.” you interrupt him and get up, fleeing for the restroom.

as soon as the door swings shut you’re pulling your phone out and calling your best friend, shooting him a text after the first ring to just please pick up. during the second ring, you heard the familiar click and then ted clear his throat. ”hey what's up, how's that date going?” you don't pick up on how sarcastic that last question sounds and you shush him. ”uhm, yeah about that. i need you to come get me.”

on the other end of the line, ted pulls the phone away from his face and exhales a sigh of relief to hear that the date wasn't going great. it wasn't that he didn't want you to be happy, that was all he ever wanted for you! but sometimes, or most of the time really, he just couldn't help wishing it was him. him who you went out with on dates and let keep you on his arm and showed off to all your friends. pushing the phone back against his cheek, he mentally prepared himself for the ridiculous escape strategy you wanted to use this time. ”and how exactly do you want me to do that?”

you smiled at his agreement and he could hear it in how you spoke. ”i need you to call me in exactly three–” you thought back on the stories your date had told about his exes, ”no, two minutes, and say you're coming to pick me up because my mom had a stroke when she was hanging out with your mom.” he bit back a laugh at the lie, ”okay y/n. see you in a few.”

leaving the bathroom, you smiled at your date who stood up when you sat down and followed suit. if it weren't for his massive ego and narcissistic personality he'd put on display during the duration of the date, he'd be the perfect gentleman. unfortunately for him, it wasn't something you could get over.

you faked interest in what he was saying until the rather familiar ringtone started buzzing your phone. ”i'm so sorry, i should take this.” the man across from you nodded simply. you slid the green across the bottom of the screen and put the phone up to your ear. ”uhm, hey y/n.”

”hi ted, what's up?” you weren't trying to emphasise ted's name but a glance over at your date told you that somehow you did. still, you pressed your finger down on the volume button so the man could hear what was going on. ”listen, your mom is on her way to the hospital..” you gasped. ”what? what happened?” across the table, the man looked equally as horrified as the show you were putting on. ted quickly muttered out the stupid story, which for once, was believable. ”can you come get me?” you ask, and your date looked confused. ”yeah, your location is still on, i'll be there in five.” with a quick nod and a sniffle of a fake tear, you bid him goodbye.

turning back to your date, you blink a few times. ”i'm sorry, i have to go.” he stands up as you do, and does a mini bow. ”i understand. we should reschedule.” you open your mouth to say something but then you close it and just walk away. there would be no second date, much to his dismay.

you weren't standing outside long when ted slowed and pulled over. ”c'mon.” at seeing his face, you smiled and ran around to the other side of the truck and you mumbled ”thank god.” as you shut the door. ted patted a small pile of clothes on the console between you both. ”i figured you'd want to change.” he keeps his eyes on the road, but he can still feel the glow of your eyes and your smile. reaching for the clothes, he lifts his arm so you can take them. ”thank you teddy.”

”did you get to eat?” he asks, and he's trying so hard to focus on the road when in his peripherals, he can see you sliding the straps of your dress off and down your body, leaving you with the dress hung around your hips and your upper half on almost full display. ”no, i couldn't have dealt with sitting through a meal with that guy.” you laugh dryly, pulling the large t-shirt over your head. he blinks away the mental image of your breasts in your lacy bra. ”alright, we'll stop at this new place i saw last week.” you nod, and start pulling the dress the rest of the way down, exposing your thighs and god this was going to be the death of him, your matching panties. ”sounds good.” your voice is a little out of breath because you're trying to pull the sweats around your hips in the seat and his mind wanders for a second. when he gets another glance at you, you're pulling your hair out of the style it was in to let it fall freely and you're wearing a shirt much too big for you with a hoodie in your lap.

you end up at a pullout with your food, talking about how shitty your date was. ”ted you would not believe how much he had to say about his exes! he described each reason they broke up and even though it was his fault or he was in the wrong, he blamed them! he was such a prick.” your voice is exasperated and you take another bite of the food in your lap, making ted chuckle. ”yeah, maybe you should stop going on blind dates.”

taking a moment to swallow your food, you raise your finger. ”you're probably right about that.”

”of course i'm right.”

you lean forward and punch his shoulder. ”find me a decent boyfriend, and then i'll stop going on these stupid blind dates.” he couldn't lie, that hurt a little bit. but then again, there's no time like the present. ”date me then. that would solve your issue, right?”

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Born to be my baby

Inspired in Bon Jovi’s song Born to be my baby

If we stand side by side (all night) There's a chance we'll get by (and it's alright) And I'll know that you'll be live In my heart till the day that I die

'Cause you were born to be my baby And baby, I was made to be your man

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem Henderson! Reader

Summary: Eddie drops the L word to you with a grand gesture and you think nothing can go wrong anymore, before everything goes to hell.

Warning: Coursing but this is pure fluff my friends. Also english is not my first language so sorry for any mistake

A/N: Let me know what you think, like and reblog are always appreciate. And if you like to request something would make me very happy. Anyways, just a little something I did while we wait for Joseph with Jimmy Fallon.

A little background story between Eddie and reader: The colors suit him

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“What are the plans for tonight doll?" Eddie's voice is calm and focused as he's walking behind you holding a ridiculous amount of tapes that need to be organized. Robin and Steve hate with a capital H to organize the tapes and you don't really mind; as long as your boss doesn't interfere, you take care of it while your friends help you with the other stuff you need to do. Since apparently your boyfriend can't be separated from you, he often would appear at your job with silly excuses as of why he was stopping by:

"You have my cassette"

"Wanted to check the new movies"

"Can you help me finish my homework?"

The last one wasn’t silly, he was trying really hard to pass all his classes and graduate, so he would go asking for help or simply sit on the floor with his notes studying and such. You were so proud of him; he began to think about your future together and was sure ‘86 was his year.

"I was thinking that maybe you could stop by for a late late lunch and then we got back together to school"

“Are you going to the game Eddie?”

“Very funny love. Hellfire is starting later today”

“If you already have a plan, why did you ask?”

You smile fondly at each other, Eddie was a dedicated boyfriend, not only he filled you with love but support. It was no secret that you were saving as much as you could to go to college and sometimes it felt impossible. Your mom was a great help since she let you keep all of your salary for your savings, still wasn’t enough, the amount of money you needed was a goal that now you were sure couldn’t reach.

With Eddie’s support you no longer felt like that way. He’d support you no matter what, you appreciate it a lot when on long days we’d wait for you in his trailer or your house to take care of you. He was the definition of doe eyes and you truly believe that he holds the entire galaxy in them, they were very expressive as if telling you what he wanted, you just have to learn how to read them.

Eddie stayed with you for about ten more minutes before he had to go to join Hellfire. He told you about how Chrissy asked him to sell her something stronger than his usuals and how she was acting weird, even made a play by play of him trying to comfort her, he tried to be subtle but ridiculously failed because of his dramatic personality. He offered her to go to his trailer after the game to sell her something else, maybe she could think about it and change her mind. That’s your big scary satanist cult leader Hawkins.

You knew Chrissy from a distance and thought of her as a sweet kind girl, couldn’t agree more when Eddie told you that her dating Jason was horrendous, she deserved so much better. For a moment you felt a pinch of jealousy, it was no secret to you that Eddie used to have a crush on her, like every other boy in Hawkins, you weren’t scared of having those kind of awkward conversations with him, both of you have decided that it was for the best to be completely open; “It’s what's best for our relationship princess, I don’t want us to sabotage this”.

At first his idea sounded like a huge mistake, you didn’t know if you would be able to be that open, but turns out he was right, you could talk to each other about anything and everything. One day you were laying in his van and started talking about your days in high school, he messed around saying that you never noticed him but that was a lie, you always thought he was pretty handsome and funny, but that was it. Back then you had a huge crush on Billy, Max’s stepbrother, but after a series of events you finally noticed that he was an asshole, as the redhead had been telling you. Your confession didn’t surprise Eddie, from the moment Billy stepped onto the school grounds he took all the girls’ attention, even competing with Steve Harrington. And when he told you about how in middle school he started to have a crush on Chrissy after the talent show, you mock him a lot, it was cute. That was your dynamic and it made the relationship more beautiful. You had fights here and there but because of your way of communication with each other it was easier to resolve the problems.

Back to the present, after a long shift you finally arrive at Eddie’s trailer and knock on the door; he ran quickly to open but instead of letting you enter he walked out. You laugh asking what he was doing, he just let out a big smile and gave you a tight hug and a kiss on your forehead, freshly bath he smelled like his lavender shampoo and mint gum.

“Eddie, really what is happening?”

“You have to promise that what you’re about to see and hear won’t change us”

“Why? You have some other girl in there? Maybe another boy?”

He laughed and intertwined his fingers with yours, guiding you to the door of the trailer, you were about to open when he let go of your hand and stood behind putting his hands on your eyes. You started to feel excited and nervous, every time he touched you a rush of emotions ran through your body, and this was no exception, plus he was planning something. One of the things you love about Eddie was his playful personality, taking things seriously wasn’t difficult as he knew how to deal with it but he much rather take life the easy way. He especially had a gift to make you laugh while giving you a pep talk.

“Ok, ready princess 1…2…3” he took his hands from your eyes and stood in front of you, holding a red tulip. You couldn't speak, hell you were barely even breathing. In the middle of the living room was a pizza and a bottle of wine on a tv tray, the curtains were closed so the room could be enlightened with some candles and of course there were flowers. Some red roses were carefully dispersed all over the place and rose petals garnishing the tv tray. You knew your children and recognized their pillows and blankets on the floor to make everything look cozier. Max, Lucas, Mike and of course your brother Dustin had been helping Eddie with the preparations, they had a bet going as to why the metalhead was doing it. He didn’t know that.

“Eddie…” you had tears burning your eyes and the moment you spoke they would fall all over your face. You manage to say his name but a knot on your throat stops you from saying anything else.

“M’lady, allow me to offer you this humble flower as proof of my devotion for you. I know it’s beneath you. If i could I’d travel the world to collect and give you every tulip in this miserable world” he handed you the tulip and you took it carrying it to your chest. “But being Dungeon Master does not pay a lot”

You laugh, finally letting all the tears roll down. With the urge of a thousand dragons, you closed the space between and hugged him. You hug him like never before allowing you to smell his scent and feel his body, with no hesitation he cupped your face and kissed you not letting you cut the closeness. Eddie loved the taste of your lips, he sometimes wondered if it was your strawberry chapstick or just your natural sweet taste, it was majestic how soft you felt and how he couldn’t get enough. The kiss got intense with your tongue making its way into his mouth, you just grabbed him because you couldn't get any closer to him. Your heartbeats merging, he tasted like sunshine on a warm summer day as well as a cold fall breeze. He didn’t want to but made himself stop, every time you kissed his mind floated away making it hard for him to think, mainly the reason why he stopped the kiss, he had something important to say.

“It’s true, I wanted to fill the room with tulips, but those shits are expensive” You told him your favorite flowers were tulips because they had a delicate elegance no other flower had, and because for its simple shape, the first flowers you learn how to draw. This was back when you first started to speak. And he remembered it. “That’s why I bought one red tulip and red roses. They kinda match”

“It’s ok Eds, this is perfect” Eddie leads you to your pillow and sits in front of you.

“Remember when I said that I was all in? When we had our first date I mean” you just nodded and took his hand softly drawing circles in his skin in an attempt to calm him down as he looked nervous. “Well, I want you to know that at this moment I’m more sure than ever that I’m all in. When I asked you to be my girlfriend, I couldn’t make it special because I was so broke. I had to make out with you so you wouldn’t notice it had been a lame moment” you laugh at the memory; it had been intimate and wouldn’t change any detail about it.

“Anyways, you are amazing Y/N Henderson. Every quality you have fights in my head to see which one I love the most about you and I enjoy being with you way too much. I keep thinking about what we’d do when we’re together and the thought of losing you because you realize I’m just a screwed up terrifies me… but I know that we’re a great team together, you make me want to be a better person and do something for myself so I can be on your level. I know that we can take whatever the future throws at us if we're together because… because I love you Y/N”

You paralyze at hearing the words you only thought you’d hear in your dreams. He can only watch you, hoping you feel the same or at least can bear the fact that he loves you and won’t change your relationship. Suddenly he notices the small smile on your lips grow onto a bigger one. In a quick bustle you sit on his lap and give him small kisses across his face with your arms around his neck hugging him close.

“I love you too Eddie, so so much. I can’t imagine my life without you” his eyes lit up and he started competing with you with small kisses, he’s faster than you and giggled every time he gave you a quick kiss on the lips. It’s also very amusing to him how slow your reflexes are. “But don’t you ever say that my boyfriend is a screwed up again or I’ll beat your ass, people would be lucky to have him in their lives”.

After staring at each other for what it felt like years, the two of you proceed to eat and talk. The room was quickly filled with laughs and hopeful words; after confessing their love you started to talk about your future together. Once Eddie graduates, you’d move out to a big city and both get a job. It didn’t have to be someplace fancy, you couldn’t afford it anyway, but big enough for the kids and Robin and Steve to come. Meanwhile you’d still save for college or maybe even start in a community college that had an art program while Eddie would pursue his dream of making it in the music industry.

It will be a bumpy road for sure, right you were nothing but kids hitching down the road of life although if you stay side by side there is a big chance you’ll get by. Being religious was never a scene of yours; you’d seen the evil that could exist, but also the good and all your experiences made you believe that life had a plan for you and Eddie. Only God would know the reasons…

“What would happen if you don’t make it?” you were currently sitting between his legs with your back on his chest and turned around to see him. His eyes were staring at the ceiling, immersed in his thoughts. His look made you realized he was talking to himself, the future was scary if you’d fucked up it would only be your responsibility only. This was your life you were talking about.

“Well, I’ve always thought that the future is not necessarily a one-way road you know? Like, I want to major in art history and work for a museum, but there are other options” you turn your body to be face to face with your legs around his waist. “I could work in a gallery, or a magazine or teach; I just hope one day I’ll be able to open a small coffee shop where I can help aspiring artists sell their paintings and sculptures and books. So yeah, I believe you can make it however you want because you don’t know what the future holds. As long as you keep your passion for music, you’ll make it Eddie”.

“Before you, I’d only see the clouds, but you’d teach me to see the sun also. I really love you Y/N, please stay with me forever” he grabbed your hand and put it in his chest after giving it a small kiss. “Because princess, I’m sure you were born to be my baby and I was made to be your man”

After hours a couple of hours of being together in the trailer you head on your way to school, you had promised Lucas to see him at the game because maybe he’d play, at school you would see the game behind Robin who was in the band while Eddie will be with Dustin and the rest of hellfire playing D&D. You planned everything, after finishing his campaign and the game your boyfriend would go to his trailer to meet Chrissy, in the meantime you’ll head to your house to get clothes and see him later.

You couldn’t stop feeling butterflies in your stomach and your smile never looked more sincere, Eddie had just told you that he loves you with a grand gesture. You were ready for whatever life had prepared for you, you had a lovely family, great friends and a boyfriend that had proven to love you enormously. Nothing can possibly go wrong.

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Hi, how are you doing? I hope you are still taking up requests. I would like to ask a LEVI x READER with the scenario that they are married and Levi got wasted with the veterans. He was ranting about his wife for being strict with how they spend money (because he keeps on buying cleaning materials), how she cared about him seemingly being clingy especially when she bring him food when she actually just wanted him to not skipped meals and rant about how did he ever married her (well he was drunk)

*Happy noises!!!!* You are one of the big blogs that I really like, so that fact you asked something of me, makes me so happy!!! So sorry about the long wait but I hope this is to your liking. I did change it so that Levi wasn't drunk. Instead it would be a stress/exhibition mix because I think it was canon that he can't get drunk...but if you don't like it, no worries, I'll fix it!! Cried a little bit too while I made this, it's angsty and I apologize for that! But happy ending!!! So sorry about the wait. Thanks for your request and I hope you enjoy!!

Levi Ackerman x Reader: Lucky to Have You

Trigger Warning; Heavy Angst, mentions of ignoring, unappreciation, falling out/divorce, angry ranting. Please keep this in mind while you read.

It's rare to hear anyone complain about their partners during the veterans weekly late-night meetings.

Miche is normally pointing out how the fierce Nanaba is so soft and sweet with him.

Hange is always talking about Moblit's great work or how spice their nights can get before Levi covers their mouth to stop them from saying things that shouldn't be discussed with a younger audience.

Erwin recalls stories with the girl he liked a while ago, offering advice or simply just enjoying what his friends say.

Levi normally never brings you up into the conversation. He adored you with all that he is but doesn't want people to know that you're his weakness. It could put you in more danger than you already are and give his 'friends' something to tease him about. The few times he did bring you up was when people noticed the way you had fixed his jacket's shoulder emblem which was coming off. Or it was about the way his posture was better since you helped get rid of the pain in his back from the strain of his ODM gear. You were a goddess in his eyes and he tried his best to make sure that you knew he appreciated your efforts.

But this last month was hard. With the discovery of the Female Titan and the death of his squad, the stress and exhaustion started clouding his clear mind and it tangled up with you, though you did nothing wrong. It mixed together and came out during one of the night meetings. Levi didn't really process the words he said and everyone else in the room really was tipsy from the drinks to point it out.

"Some days I can't stand her anymore. She's always so clingy, using the excuse to bring food to my office just to be with me for a few minutes. I never see her with food yet you don't hear me barking at her to eat something and stop doing the task in front of her" Levi grumbled starting off expressing his frustrations.

"Then it's always being cautious with money. Yes I know we don't have a lot because the Scouts only have so much of their own but I don't need you to remind me every time I plan on going to get something. The cadets are so clumsy so when they break something, the mop last week, I have to go and get new ones because no one else does" Everyoen just let him rant. They've never seen him so worked up over anything before and it was more so for the humor. Heck, none of them, except Levi, would remember this later.

"I'm a grown man, not some child that she needs to take care of. I need some space. How blind does she need to be, can't she tell?" He played with the ring on the necklace after he finished.

"Weird, normally Y/n's so good at noticing things" Hange sighed, looking down.

"Its normal, you'll get used to it" Miche hummed. Levi rolled his eyes but didn't add anything else.

"Talking works but I'm assuming that's already off the table?" Erwin adds and gets a grunt in response. The conversation quickly changes, thanks to Hange, and it's also quickly forgotten.

By them at least. Instead, it plants itself inside your head and leaves a tight feeling in your chest. Is that really how he view the things you did for him? But you two swore no more secrets the day you both got married. So many questions swarmed your mind and prevented you from opening the door and taking your husband back to your shared room. The entire conversation could be heard through the door from where you stood. No mistakes could be made as it came out perfectly clear. You walked back, alone as you decided to give him what he claimed he wanted.

You made a brief stop at his room, not your shared one anymore, to remove the traces of you from it. You didn't want him to put up with you anymore than necessary any longer. Then you made your way back to your room that was hardly used.

The bed was cold, the room was a little dusty but you cleaned it up quickly. And then the small container than sat in your top bedside table drawer made its appearance for the first time in two years. Your small pouch was taken out of the basket you used to love all your stuff and its contents was dumped inside. Just under twenty dollars left of the last three months salary. Everything else was used to help Levi with his cleaning habits for his own comfort. Your money could now be put towards the new set you wanted to help with your hobby. Something that's been on hold since the cadets have been so irresponsible with Levi's stuff.

Now that you're room was back in order, you settled into bed and tried to sleep alone. Something that you've gotten used to since Levi rarely listened and hardly came to bed with you. But at least his scent was on the blankets and you could hear him in his attached office. Now, there was nothing. Not to mention that you're office was on the opposite ends of the hallways since you were a Squad leader and had Levi's squad and another under your supervision. So there would be no contact with him whatsoever.

It was for the best but it didn't help the crappy feeling eating away at you. You thought things were going ok and that you and Levi had reached an understanding that if anything was wrong, you could come and talk to each other about it. You were strong, of course you were, but no one is able to go through a heartbreak without shedding a tear. Which is why there was little guilt about crying yourself to sleep that night.

A week passed and now that the stress has finally calmed within the regiment, Levi had started to notice things were off. First of all, nothing covered him during the nights he fell asleep at his desk. Your side of the bed was cold every morning and the wrinkles in the sheets where you normally sleep were gone. Meals were no longer brought to him, nor was his tea and he had to stop and grab something because concentrating just didn't happen when meals were missed. But most importantly, why the hell were you gone? Why didn't you pop into his office during the day with something corny to say or to mess his hair up so that he would sit up properly and not hurt his back? He missed you.

But its not like he could pull you over and ask what's going on because you were nonexistent when he went to look for you. He would try to talk after meetings but you would literally disappear into thin air. There was a meeting taking place in the capital next week and you both were assigned to go on it. So he was hoping to talk to you before that, which is why he's checking your office, a place he's rarely been to since being married.

He didn't bother knocking since there was no voices or noise coming from the inside. So when he pushed open the door, he had to bite hit tongue to stay queit.

You had fallen asleep on the floor of your office, surrounded by papers and folders. On your desk was lunch but it was only half eaten. His eyebrows furrowed because this was so out of your character. Even before he became friends with you, you worked smart not hard. This mess if work was hard work not smart work and he could tell by the small amount of finished work there was.

Next to the dishes, was a thinner folder labeled "private" and there were wet drop stains scattered around the label. He immediately assumed they were tear stains and he opened the folder. In red ink was the word 'Divorce' and at the bottom of the page, there was two sections. Once was filled in with all of your information and the otherwise was blank. The only thing that gave away what it was for, was the title "partner two". He ran a hand through his hair and swore under his breath.

The noise of the folder moving, woke you up and you watched his expression fall into one of despair. There was a painful flicker of hope that Levi did still love you but it was extinguished by the glare returning.

"You can take that, sign it then I'll mail it away and you won't be trapped with me anymore" you speak up, your voice was still rough from sleep. Levi turned around quickly and his silver eyes connected to your tired, dull ones.

"What?" He asked you to clarify though he heard you just fine the first time.

"We rarely see each other anymore, I'm not happy with this and neither are you. So why are you continuing to trap yourself with me?" You mumble, cleaning up your stuff and packing away the papers. He doesn't respond, just watches you. Since when did he say that you were trapping him or preventing him from being happy? You do the exact opposite to him...but you looked so...broken. So maybe he would just suck it up and do it for your sake. He hates seeing you this way but he didn't know what would've caused this.

"Ok" was all he said before taking the folder and going to his own office.

The next week was so hard to do anything. Levi couldn't do anything without having your broken expression or the last conversation going through his mind. He wanted to have a proper talk with you about this and he finally got the chance when you had to share a room with him.

You had sat down on the couch and Levi dropped the folder onto to the table in front of you. Your heart fell at the sight of it and you took the folder after looking at it for a few moments.

"You signed it?" You confirmed, not opening it yet.

"No I didn't. You never gave me a proper explanation as to why you're doing this. You can't just dump this on my Y/n" he sat on the bed facing you.

"Your explanation was your vent two weeks ago" you glared weakly at him and a cold sweat it Levi hard. He had forgotten about the things he said and they all came back in a rush, giving him a headache.

"You heard that? Y/n please, all of that came out wrong-" the steady, calm monotone voice he usually had, broke as he panicked.

"You don't have to keep lying Levi. I just want to know where I went wrong...I just wanted to take care of you since you do that to everyone but yourself. I thought it helped when I brought you food so that you didn't waste time, grabbing meals. I didn't mean to be clingy when I come and get you from your night meetings with your friends or when I sit and talk with you for a little bit after bring you food...I'm sorry I became a problem...I'm sorry this wasn't something you could come and talk about to me about. I'm sorry I let you down..." you started off strong but you eventually started crying again as you reached the end. The strong front Levi had, was gone and replaced with horror as he saw you break down like this. He wanted to hold you, soothe you, wipe away your tears and make things better again. But he couldn't because he was the problem. So instead he got up and took the folder, that was now next to you as you hid your face in your hands,and threw it in the fire. After hearing the new bring noise, you looked up to see him staring onto the fire with his eyes glossy.

You opened your mouth to speak but the clanking of the fire stick hitting the stand as he put it away, made you stop. Levi returned to the bed and sat so that he faced you.

"If you still want a divorce by the end of these three day, I'll go and get you another form. But can we please talk this out properly before jumping to conclusions like this?" He asked quietly, looking down at the floor. You stay silent and let him continue.

"I don't want you thinking I hate you, that I feel trapped with you, that I made a mistake marrying you or that I regret it. Because I don't...and I know you probably don't believe me. Those things I said...I was confused, tired and hurt but it doesn't matter because i never should've said that. I didn't remember I said those until you brought it up. Sorry isn't going to make up for this and it never will but I'm going to start by saying it because it's a sign of recognition of my mistakes and its better than saying nothing at all. Y/n, I'm so sorry for the crap I said about you. You are such a wonder that I've found and I'm sorry that I hurt you" as he spoke, his eyes were locked on you the entire time. You could tell that it was a struggle to stay composed as he stopped frequently and hid Adam's Apple bobbed nervously. When he finished speaking, he dropped his gaze again and shut his eyes slightly to stop the stinging from the tears that tried to build up and escape.

Your tears continued to fall because you didn't think you would ever hear Levi apologize the way he did. It helped to soothe the burning pain in your chest that you've had for almost a month now. But part of you was still scared that this was a cover up.

"We have three more days until we go home. If you'll allow me, I want to try and show you how sorry I am and try to make amends with you" he spoke again after a little bit, looking at you which mirrored the same pained expression you had.

You were hesitant but your gut was urging you to give it a chance, to give him a chance again.

"Alright..." you agreed slowly and Levi perked up a little more.

"Thank you. For starters, here" he passed you a small envelope. It seemed light until you grabbed it and it turned out being much heavier than expected. You opened it to inspect it and gasped at the contents. Money, it was a decent amount too and you shot Levi a look for clarification.

"I'm not trying to bribe you into staying with me...I found your money book in my office and found the amount of money that you took from your salary and added to my funds for the new cleaning supplies that the brats keep breaking. Most of it's my money but the kids found out and added some of their own too. There should be enough in there for the new kit you've been wanting for your spare time hobby. As well as some left over that will give you a boost for your savings" Levi explains and it fills your chest with a sense of calm and warmth. He noticed. Not only that but he paid you back even though he didn't have to. You were left speechless and it scared him a little bit. He was panicking internally that this was too much.

"You also don't need to acc-" he started but you cut him off.

"No...this is amazing...thank you Levi" your voice broke off near the end as happy tears replaced the sad tears. He relaxed and dug out a clean cloth from his pocket, moving towards you and kneeling in front of you to wipe your tears before stopping to correct himself. He couldn't do this yet, not after being such a jerk.

You placed your hands on his to stop his internal debate and gave him a look which told him he was ok to continue. He was very gentle when wiping your tears. He treated your face like glass but also welcomed your touch when you leaned into his hand more.

"Thanks Levi" you whispered and he nodded in response.

"Of course my love...I mean Y/n" he stuttered and you smiled a little.

Over the course of the next few days, Levi did everything to counter what he said about you. When meal time came, he made sure you both ate and stopped whatever he was doing and gave you his full attention. If you were working on something, he brought you food and sat giving you space to work but also staying near you in case you needed anything.

He slowly worked his way into sleeping with you again. Starting off in the bed while you took the couch, because he gave up fighting with your stubbornness, for the first night. Then it was a pillow barricade the second night which ended up with you cuddling Levi against your chest while he clung to your torso and lower body. And finally the last night...

"We go back tomorrow...If you made up decision, I'll grab the forms on the way back" Levi said nervously.

"Stop nervous fiddling and come lie on the bed" you instruct. You've started acting more like yourself over that last two days which was a big relief to him. He does what you ask and you surprise his when you curl up against his chest, just like before.

"You made the right decision burning the file" you claim, looking at him.

"Really?" His eyes lit up now, something that has been gone since he first found out about your plan.

"Yes. I'm mean it when I say it Levi I forgive you.-" he cuts you off before you can add anything else.

"If you're thinking of apologizing again, don't. You're not even the one who should've apologized. I am. This was my fault and you were only acting according to what you thought was best. This had nothing to do with you. We've just learned now to talk instead of assuming and venting." He scolds lightly and you hum in agreement.

"Don't try to apologize for apologizing earlier either." He adds quickly as you open your mouth. Though now, the words turn into laughter. Infectious laughter as Levi chuckles a bit too.

"I love you Y/n. So so much. Thank you for trying again with me" he kisses your lips once you both settle down.

"I love you too Levi...thank you for making things ok again" you smiled and cupped his cheek.

It was a dangerous way to learn a lesson about having a relationship but it worked out in the end at least. Levi made sure to be more cautious of his actions going forward and you did too. This hiccup in the road only made you two grow stronger as years passed. And looking back, you both were grateful to have learned the lesson of communication early on in your marriage. So that you didn't end up as the other couple down the the street that bickers constantly! You're both as happy as can be.

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a/n: here we are, finally at chapter 1 of irnbtv thank you so much to everyone who hyped up the story and asked to be part of the taglist! i’m not entirely pleased with this first chapter since it’s mostly exposition dumping but the real fun begins in chapter two, so look forward to it!

TAGLIST (ask to be added or removed): @sunsethw4, @yvechu , @apple-ai , @meowlumi , @mei-simp, @nxmiyako , @nejibot , @url0calshifter , @crazyrichdaughter , @galaxytids , @pinksandss , @junephantom21 , @marshmallow12435, @aixaingela

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It’s too early in the morning for this. Your lips curled into a deep frown.

It was far too early for this.

It was far too early for your untimely death to be rationalized. It was far too early for you to dream of the original owner of the body you had claimed. Despite those surprises, you were able to take them in stride. But this is a damn dealbreaker.

You could tolerate many things, roll with many a punch. Someone walking into your room unannounced, however, was something not even you could tolerate.

Which was how you found yourself, nightgown at all, staring down a maid whose previous look of contempt had shifted into one of anxiety. “I’m sorry, perhaps it’s because it’s because I’ve only just awoken but I could have sworn that door was closed. Or was it actually open this whole time?”

“No...” the woman answered after a moment. She must have been bringing you your breakfast, judging from the trolley full of covered trays the maid brought with her. “It was closed.”

“I see.” Your hummed. “Then that would mean you just barged into my room without knocking and being given permission. Correct?”

“I simply needed to-”

You didn’t give the maid a chance to finish that sentence. “I don’t care for your lackluster excuses and justifications. Is that how you enter the duke’s room?”

The maid looked aghast as your question. “N-never, my ladyship!”

“And can you tell me why that is?”

“I... I don’t understand your question, Lady [First].”

Your frown deepened, your displeasure easily visible. “I’m asking why you would never dare to enter the duke’s quarters without permission?”

“Because... because I am his servant.”

“Yes, a servant.” You all but growled. “And yet that is how you enter mine? The duke’s daughter? Your lady? Are you daft or do you truly believe that you’re my better? Because those are the only implications I can gather from your actions.”

“That wasn’t my inten- I- I apologize-”

“Get out. Walk back to that kitchen and make your way back to my room and treat me like you have some sense.” With a mousy ‘yes, ma’am’, the maid grabbed the trolley and stepped away frantically. Whether it was out of fear of how you’d react or surprise that you ‘finally’ lashed out at the treatment, you weren’t sure. Perhaps it was a mixture of both. “Oh, and Miss Maid?”

“Y-yes?” She looked over her shoulder.

“My breakfast better be hot.” From how the servant flinched as she closed your door, you were sure your glare was cold enough. I fucking swear.

You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed. You weren’t planning to dive headfirst into the role of Villainess. But assholes opening my door without knocking and asking first was already a pet peeve of mine when I was in my world, like hell am I dealing with that here. Yet in your memories, [First] did nothing but tolerate it. If the Duke didn’t care about his fake daughter, why would the staff? Maybe she thought that even if she complained, he’d do nothing about it. Maybe she was right. But that isn’t flying anymore now that I’m here.

With that dealt with, you sat your vanity drawn to the person mimicking your every move. You’d always wondered how the protagonists of these sorts of tropes never reacted more emotionally in this scenario. They die and then wake up as the Villainess, and their untimely demise is never at the forefront of their minds? Now that you were in this position yourself, you found yourself having a similar reaction.

Why is it always the Villainess? You wondered for a moment, fingers brushing lightly over your cheeks. It’s never as the Heroine. And it’s never in a normal rom-com manhwa either. You find yourself chuckling lightly, trying to imagine that sort of series. If I woke up as Bareum in Romance 101, it would be game over. You brush away those thoughts as quickly as they’d come with a sigh. Beneficial as that might have been, that wasn’t the series you transmigrated into nor were you the type of Villainess who was merely publicly humiliated.

No, you were the daughter of the Duke [Surname], [First], a primary antagonist in the story of Seraphim.

The story was a fairly simple one, magic, multiple love interests, and of course the Villainess to tie everything around in a neat little bow. It followed the sister in a pair of twins, Lumine, after discovering her affinity for light magic. Her elder twin brother, Aether, had always been frail and sickly since birth so when some baron offered to adopt her, she took the opportunity since he promised her brother would be taken care of as well. That led to her being introduced to high society, who were all interested in her since light magic was one of the rarest types in the world.

In the world of Seraphim, elemental magic was the standard with each of the main love interests wielding one of the seven.

Kamisato Ayato the Crown Prince and [First]’s fiancé used Hydro. He’d never been your favorite love interest, finding his teasing and scheming personality more annoying and grating than charming. With your newly acquired memories, he only seemed even worse in your eyes. Still he was the one Lumine chose in the end, go figure.

Then there was Ajax Snezhevich, another Hydro wielder, who was revealed to be an antagonist. He’d been working undercover for the true big bad of the series, the Tsaritsa who wanted to take Lumine’s light magic for herself. He fell in love with her genuinely in the end, but his sense of duty won over romance and he was ultimately exiled by the end of the story.

Ain’t that some bullshit, Childe was just as much of an antagonist as [First] and all that happens to him is him feeling bad and just going into exile? You groaned, thinking at the unfairness in terms of villain treatment. Why does [First] have to go mad with heartbreak and rage so she can attack Lumine and then get killed by Xiao, huh?

Kaedehara Kazuha, in contrast, had always been your favorite love interest. Lumine should have ran away with him honestly. He was poetic and kind but he could be quite sharp and witty when he wanted to be. His family were the knights of the Crown with his destiny being the leader of those knights. All he wanted was to run away and travel the world though, exiting the story not too long before the climax. He wielded Anemo.

Xiao was another who was of the Anemo element. A former child soldier forced into countless battle after battle before coming to Teyvat as a slave. The Duke brought him out of that, however, and Xiao’s loyalty was unshakeable... at least until he met Lumine. But considering he’ll kill me at the end of the story if I just go along with everything, he’s less cute.

Finally, there was Hu Zhongli who used Geo. A baron who was terrible with money and yet never seemed to run out of it. That was kind of it with him, there was never anything too deep with him. It was honestly sort of obvious Zhongli wouldn’t be chosen by Lumine in the end, still he was quite attractive.

And [First] has Dendro, right? You looked at your hands. There was nothing out of the ordinary about them, and yet you knew magic was now flowing in them. Poisonous plants like belladonna were a symbol of [First]’s since that’s what she mostly used it for once Lumine caught the attention of the prince. You recalled the wilted grass and flowers in your dream that flourished once more when the original [First]’s mood had brightened.

I wish we could have seen what her magic was like when it wasn’t fueled by anger and pain. You looked at your reflection once more. At least my death isn’t imminent. Not when you weren’t the unhealthily infatuated [First] from before. If you continued on now, you were sure that [First]’s story would play out quite differently in that regard.

Ayato would still fall in love with Lumine and annul his engagement with you publicly. You’d have no reason to attack Lumine, nor would you want to. You’d just live the rest of your days as the disgraced Mad Dog of the [Surname] duchy, not that people didn’t already refer to you as that already.

Your fingers drummed lightly atop the table as you recalled the events. As if I’m staying for that. Leaving was the only option for you. But there really wasn’t anything that was-

Knock. Knock.

“You may enter.” You announce with missing a beat. Your plans could wait until after breakfast. “Looks like you can learn, after all.” You couldn’t hold back the dig, not when irritation still lingered in you. “Let everyone know that’s how I want you entering my room from now on.

“Yes, Lady [First], I’ll make sure to let everyone know.” You eyed the trolley with interest as your breakfast was unveiled.

Steak? For breakfast? You held back your glee, you wouldn’t give the maid the satisfaction of your pleasure. “Next time, I want waffles.” You say instead, grabbing your knife and fork. “You can leave now. I wish to be alone while I eat.”

“My lady?”

You considered snapping more, but that was too much even for you. “What is it?” You query instead, keeping your tone curt.

“I wish to ask when you would like to get ready for the luncheon at the palace?”

“Luncheon?” You rose an eyebrow.

“Yes...” The maid looked as if she couldn’t believe you’d forget. “The one the Prince is hosting. You were ecstatic a few weeks ago when you received your invitation.” An obligatory invitation, you both seemed to be thinking.

You couldn’t hold back your expression of displeasure even if you wanted to. I need to know what point in the story I’m in. “Absolu-” you clamp your mouth shut. This luncheon is the best way to figure that out. If Lumine was there, it would be time to make your departure from the tale immediately even without a plan. Considering how little [First] is cared about here, I’m sure that’ll be easy. “The luncheon, of course! I suppose it slipped my mine in favor of other things.” You exclaimed smoothly. “I’ll call for you after breakfast, I’ll get ready then.”

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Deep sigh. So I've already seen people on Twitter justifying potential Buck/Natalia and Eddie/Marisol in the finale because TPTB thought that the show was going to be cancelled and wanted to give everyone "happy endings." And I'm sitting here like, "Am I the only one who thinks that makes NO sense?"

How would giving two main characters endgame - because that's what they would be - relationships with totally random women who the audience barely knows be "happy endings"??? As opposed to letting them have one of the multiple sweet Buckley-Diaz family scenes that they've seen during the series, ambiguous enough that shippers AND non-shippers could be content? If they push these other relationships which, based on what we've seen, had no chemistry and nothing unique or memorable, it would show that TPTB actually wanted unhappy endings - for the Buddie shippers! It would be SUCH a slap in the face to the many fans who've poured so much heart, soul, time and effort into creating fan works and hyping up the show on social media (because say what you want about GA mattering the most, the Buddie fandom is responsible for the vast majority of the show's ONLINE buzz and keeping it relevant in that respect).

Will people EVER stop defending horrid plots and writing from Kristen and co.? I ask that generally, but also for those who think that it's part of the "long game" for Buddie. What long game? Kristen has said that she does not view Buddie as romantic and does not want their relationship to become romantic. It's always possible that she gets replaced or overruled by others, but like...let's not kid ourselves here. We're constantly fighting against her and others who are opposed to Buddie.

On a related note, if Marisol is indeed back for Eddie (and sadly I'm getting the vibe that she is because she keeps getting ruled out for potential guests in 6x17) it won't be another step on the Eddie/Buddie journey like some people are already claiming 🙄 All the emphasis on Shannon is because Eddie is READY for THE one, the "end all be all" partner that he chooses for himself. It's not like this is his first brush with dating, because he already did that with Ana. They're simply not going to redo an Ana 2.0 (aka build them up and then have them break-up). Buck and Natalia...I have no idea what they're doing, and honestly I don't care that much, because Buck went from a favorite to one of my least favorite characters over the past two seasons. I'm almost immune to his dramas. But Eddie is different, and seeing him shoved into something that already seems so ridiculous for so many reasons...it's almost physically painful.

Sorry for the angry message, I'm PMSing and have laryngitis and am generally crabby right now, LOL. I don't follow many people in the fandom anymore because they constantly make excuses for serious issues with the show and just don't keep it real. But you tell it like it is, and I appreciate it!

Every time I see something about the show starting these random relationships BECAUSE they thought it was the end of the show I just get very

about it. Because you're right that's not a happy ending, not just for Buddie shippers but anyone who are fans of the individual characters and want to see them get the kind of love story the show has done so well (for the most part and VASTLY better than most shows manage) for the other canon couples!

Also, I'm gonna be honest, I don't think anyone on the show side was actually worried about the show ending this season. The renewal talks went late last season too and the network was assuring everyone it was just hammering out money details and the show wasn't in danger. (And we saw how well that budget worked out for us in the lack of good (or any in some episodes) emergencies and a much smaller writer/director pool.) So from my understanding and in my opinion this renewal was simply a matter of if FOX could afford to keep producing a (high budget) show owned by Disney or would release it back to be produced and aired by Disney.

911 has always ended their seasons on hopeful notes for everyone and tied things together nicely so what we've heard doesn't sound any different. I personally feel like @outrunningthedark 's prediction of Buck ending the season being alone and settled in himself makes the most sense. The Natalia stuff could come up in the future again (hopefully not) but my guess is she's here to help with a "lesson" for Buck. Why TF we need her for several episodes and Buck pursuing her to get there, when he has a whole firefam full of people with near death experiences to talk to and a character needing a "push" is usually done with a line or two from a victim on a call, is anyone's guess. Mine would be KR is obsessed with getting into Buck's pants so all his stories have to revolve around that 🤷🏻‍♀️ But it feels like a waste of time for me when it could have been a moment on a call and then Buck talking with characters the audience already know and care about and know care about HIM. Firefam interactions are ALWAYS more impactful than having it happen with some random side characters.

I'm with you on being tired of whatever KR is doing with Buck and I hate that because he's always been a top favorite of mine but it's all just SO bad, or like with 6x11 focused on the wrong things and giving dualing messages so nothing really hits the emotional beat it should. And Eddie has come SO far and it's been very 😒😒😒 watching the show pretend Shannon was great and he's trying to find someone to "recapture that spark" he had with her, instead of digging into the complexities of that whole mess as Chris gets older and starts asking hard questions. Maybe we'll all luck out and it will end up being nothing but I personally prefer to brace for the worst and then celebrate being wrong if I am.

I'm sorry you're not feeling well but I hope getting a little ranting out settled your mind a bit! Thanks, I do try to keep things real because while there are a lot of things I love about the show there are things I don't and I don't think it's a bad thing to talk about where things are going wrong because how else is the show supposed to know? I'm with you in that it baffles me that shows write off online fandom because they're a "smaller" portion of the viewers when they are the ones most likely to get new people to watch the show and also create all the buzz the shows love so much! I never watched Hannibal, it's very much Not For Me, but it's been off the air for AGES and I'm still seeing new edits and hearing things about it because it had such a devoted following. Compare that with other procedural shows that end and you never really hear anything about them again. Fandom creates buzz and longevity for shows, why NOT cater to them a little? Here's hoping the move to ABC works out for us and that a shake-up in the writing/pacing etc is part of that deal. Because KR has just proved over 2-ish seasons (she took over sometime in s4 if that finale and forced BT and the scenes she was told she HAD to include that she didn't think were important weren't clue enough) that she can't hack this job. By her own admission she is out of ideas for big emergencies and has a hard time coming up with plots enough to fill out episodes. It's time to get her out.

#my sweet nonnie friends #911 #911 spoilers

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This post is about my thoughts on the Revolution episode. If you haven't watched it, then don't continue reading, it'll have spoilers.

A brief thing about Chloé to start this post. I should have seen it coming. *sigh* If in Malediktator the school broke into a party from Chloé's announcement that she was leaving, then of course that in this season it was going to be the whole city. Fireworks and all. 🤣 🙄🙈 Mmmm... I think i would had enjoyed the episode more if it hadn't been for this Chloé thing that has been going for so long now. I hope they don't bring her back. Better away for good than seeing a character's path being so viciously destroyed.

I pray they will have better planning for Lila, Gabriel and Tomoe. And with this i don't mean that i want each of them to have a redemption, just no more playing around like they did with Chloé. Thinking about it... it's already too weird with Gabriel. Some moments it's like they want us to feel sorry for him, but then he does something that it's like "oh come on, get this man to therapy already". By the way, i want Gorilla to take custody of Adrien. He hasn't spoken a word, but he'd be so much better father to Adrien than Gabriel. The scene where Adrien tells Marinette that he's leaving. My respects for that french voice actor. The emotion in Adrien't voice was very well expressed. Really great quality voice acting. I don't know how many people think like me, but i prefer the french audio because of this. I love Marinette's voice particularly when she's stressed out and speaks like three thousand words per second. 😁 The kiss scene... I believe most (if not all) of the fandom loved it and i think people will disagree with me on this point. It was too much for me. Too soap opera. The airport guy chasing after Marinette, ok i buy that, he was doing his job with not letting someone in. But helping to break the kiss? That was too much. It simply wasn't his business and he didn't even hesitate to do it. His grabbing her from the waist was way too much as well. Imagine in real life an adult man grabbing a teen girl like that. He'd be in so much troubles. And excuse me, but Gorilla and the other man couldn't separate two small teenagers? Come on. They were shown even shaking from the effort of trying to separate them. For me, that made the background music seem exaggerated and manipulative. Like they put that music to complete what the story lacked, to hide weak writing. A quick example of what i mean with this: In Stranger Things season 4 episode 4, that scene with Max and Vecna. The music was perfect. It did made the scene more emotional. But what was going on was already very strong. Sadie's acting was great.

Back to miraculous. About them not de-transforming anymore because they grew up. A person can grow up either physically or emotionally. In this case it wasn't the first one or the de-transformation wouldn't had begun at all in the first place. Now i'm not a psychologist, but i'd say one grows up emotionally after having gone through some hardship, learned a difficult lesson or taken a difficult choice. My opinion is that what we saw in this episode was actually will power and not really growing up, but i guess that's debatable.

The mixing of two powers... That scene where the shelter was mixed with the immunity. First i want to say i love how it happened under Chloé's time. It's the second time she's shown something done for the first time. She was the first person to resist an akuma and now it was with her that two powers merged for the first time. Five seasons and it is finally happening. This merging of two powers has already happened in fanfics a looong time ago and this bothers me because they are "borrowing" ideas from fanfics and then i read Astruc not precisely throwing compliments to fanfic writers and saying that all has been planned for years. *scoff* As if this season alone doesn't prove that they are writing on the go. People could say they must have read it from the bible leaks. This is from fanfics written in 2019 and 2021. Have leaks of this episode been around for that long?

And finally... Does Audrey know too about Gabriel having the moth miraculous??? I mean, there he is talking to Tomoe about their plan, while Audrey was right next to him.

I'm curious to see what they'll give us for the season finale. Lila now seems to be an expert in electronics, so, i guess now anything can happen.

#mlb analysis #mlb salt #mlb revolution

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Cocoa Collabs Day 2: Last of the Real Ones (History)

Hi! Marla here ready to do another “challenge”. This time: @cocoa-collabs 2022 with superminifics! The idea is to do both the extra props and the daily ones, making at least one a day being an Amelia Caller. Not this one, though, this one is a story with some of this messed-up yet so dear to me characters!

Sorry for the delay today, here in tumblr, I got a D&D one-shot to play as yet another trashy person.

This podcast is a great source of inspiration for me and also a comfort, safe place and I am so glad to be participating on it… So, just please, forgive my quick tipper and non-native speaker mistakes and, leave a message (comment, kudos, random feedback) after the fic.

Allons-y! Marla

Also on AO3!

He had always thought he would hate to see his hand wrinkling; the mere concept of his skin losing its tightness making him shiver profusely and, yet, he couldn’t be gladder of his now aging appendix, as he tried (and failed catastrophically) to write without using any eye-aid whatsoever.

The man who had spent more decades than most people on history of humankind had lived not even thinking about his actual name sighed with frustration and threw the liquid ink pen he was using to the other side of the desk where he was doing that very fun activity called house finances (that were at his charge that month, after having lost a bet to absolutely all his co-workers about whether he would like or not the Spanish Colacao, even if it wasn’t exactly the same as cocoa (in a trillion years would he have expected it to be that good ).

A voice took him away from his musings and worries.

“Oi! Those pens are expensive! And, since we live in London, it isn’t as is anything is cheap. Plus, Someone should learn you don’t have to wear fancy suits even for walking your kid to school.”

“Amelia will be glad one day, just as Amelia will one day get she should be honoured about our first born carrying her name.”

“Only born; I am not discussing this again” Alvina crossed her arms in front of her chest, frowning. “Also, even if I wanted another kid, we would adopt. I am not that young, not anymore.”

He know that was true but, while he could see with painful clarity every time he met his reflection the signs of aging he had been dogging for far too long, he had a hard time noticing anything worth complaining in his partner.

Well, maybe how stubborn and control-maniac she could be but…he was almost certain she had been born that way.

“You are not but, yes, after all, we have Joey, Salvatore and the kid they are training to also take care of, right?” then, he realised something. “Shoot, I promised little Amelia I would help her with her History homework. After all, I might have an extra insight into most of her subjects” he winked at Alvina, who simply rolled her eyes, now more amused than annoyed.

“Fine but, please, stop telling a seven-year-old that Hernán Cortés was an absolute arse; I am pretty sure there is a better phrasing for transmitting that very same message.”

“Oh, trust me dear, if you had met him…that is being far too gentle” he stood up, noticing why his body wasn’t as agile (nor as well balanced, or perfectly distributed, as if once was), gave the far shorter woman a quick kiss and went into, kind of, helping his child cheating.

But, after all, wasn’t his job in an overall helping people cheating, in an even more significant manner than just getting a far too easy A on a school project?

“Dad?” Amelia had Alvina’s eyes, though they always had the permanent curious expression of his father.

“Yes, dear?” she yawned before continuing. After all, they had been going on about all the History details he could give her for hours up to that point.

“Do you regret it? Becoming… normal? Losing your… Patience?” he gave her a soft smile and ruffled her hair.

“Not once, dear. Not once.”

“And how did you do it?” suddenly, the little girl’s voice sounded cold, as if reading from a badly memorised script.

“Excuse me?”

“How did you escape a certain Death? How did you get a happy ending after avoiding consequences for so long?” by now, her voice had lost every intonation imaginable and even its childish tone.

He wanted to run and then…

The Interviewer was back at Montmatre’s Cemetery, Alvina next to him. He felt as his mind slip away and his body gave up; slumber crawling all over him again.

He turned to his best friend and smiled, sadly.

If only dreams could come true at the end of the day…

…only centuries of History to prove him wrong.

[COLACAO SUPREMACY FOREVER!!!!]

#cocoacollabs2022 #cocoa collabs #the amelia project #fanfic #fic #writing #minific #the interviewer (the amelia podcast)#alvina (the amelia podcast)#the interviewer/alvina #history #cocoa collabs day 2

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p3terparker · 3 years

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hi hi! i have a request!!

i’m feeling kinda angsty but also a little uncreative but i do have some dialogue prompts!

“i woke up and you weren’t next to me”

“i can’t keep on doing this. i love you, but i can’t”

“what happened to us?”

it’s up to you wether it’s a happy ending or sad ending MWAHAHAHAH 😈😈😈

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: peter keeps choosing spiderman over you.

𝗮/𝗻: i’m actually kinda proud of how this came out! this is not proofread so please ignore any mistakes😭

𝘄/𝗰: 𝟭.𝟭𝗸

peter broke many promises. although you didn’t like it, it’s something you unfortunately had to get used to. it’s not like he wanted to be unreliable, it’s just that he’s spiderman, and “has” to protect the people of new york. no matter how many times you’ve explained to him that he’s not responsible for the safety of others, he still insists that he could do a better job at protecting everyone.

this led to him always cancelling on you at the last minute — except for today. peter had finally managed to take time out of his busy schedule to have a sleepover with you. he even promised that you two could do whatever you wanted for the night, which he actually kept his word to.

“when i said we could do whatever you want i didn’t have you putting hello kitty temporary tattoos all over our arms in mind.” peter said as you held a wet rag to the last uncovered spot on his arm.

“cmon, you always talk about how cool you would look with a tattoo sleeve! i simply gave you what you wanted.”

“i didn’t mean a hello kitty sleeve! i meant something badass, like a bad boy from a wattpad story.” peter whined with a pout on his face.

“you read wattpad stories?” you teased while removing the rag from his arm and admiring his fake tattoos.

“um. anyways, the tattoos are done so let’s go to sleep like you promised.” peter tried changing the subject due to embarrassment.

“okayyy, i’m pretty tired anyways” you complied as you both got comfortable on your bed. “please don’t leave in the middle of the night” you softly whispered, suddenly getting serious as you rested your head on his chest.

“i promise i won’t leave you babe. get some rest.” peter reassured you, feeling a pang in his chest from the fact that you couldn’t even trust him to stay the entire night with you. he knew it wasn’t your fault for feeling that way; it was his. he’s left you in the middle of the night more than he’d like to admit.

he kept his word for the most part — that was until he randomly woke up. checking his phone, he saw that it was only seven in the morning. he knew it would be pointless to try and go back to sleep, so he decided on scrolling through twitter for a little bit. as he was scrolling, he saw reports of a robbery at a convenience store only 15 minutes away from him.

it’s fine though, the cops would be there any minute.

right?

he tried telling himself that the police would handle it and that it’s not a high level threat. it wasn’t worthy enough for him breaking his promise to you, but he still couldn’t help feeling guilty for not helping.

peter was mentally beating himself up for what he was about to do to you. he gently untangled your arms from around him, and replaced them with a pillow. he slipped on his suit and headed towards your window. he took one last look at your peaceful sleeping figure, and leaped out of the window.

you weren’t surprised to find out that you woke up with no one by your side.

disappointed? yes.

surprised? no.

you didn’t even have it in you to be upset anymore. you were done. you got out of bed and poured a bowl of cereal. as you sat down and ate, you didn’t even bother to text peter. you no longer wanted to hear his excuses.

finishing your breakfast and washing your bowl, you heard your window open and footsteps nearing where you stood.

“i woke up and you weren’t next to me” you said flatly, not even bothering to turn around and look at him.

“i’m sorry y/n, please hear me out—”

“no peter, you hear me out!” you yelled, finally turning around to look at him. “i’m sick and tired of you treating me like a second choice! it shouldn’t take me begging for you to decide that i’m worthy enough of your time.

you treat me like an afterthought, and i’m absolutely sick of it peter. i know you’re spiderman, and you have people to protect, but i am your girlfriend and i deserve to have some time with you.

“i can’t keep on doing this. i love you, but i can’t.”

“y/n wait wait, please we can work this out.” peter practically begged you with tears streaming down his face.

“i’m sorry. i’ve been a shitty boyfriend and i acknowledge that. there’s no excuse for the way i’ve treated you. if i were you, i would’ve broken up with me long ago. i am so glad you’ve given me so many chances even though i don’t deserve them.”

“i’m so ashamed for not giving you as much attention as you deserve. if you would just give me one last chance, i promise we will never get to this point ever again.” peter pleaded with sincerity in his voice.

you thought about it. you wanted to believe him. what if you gave him one last chance? what if he used that chance to break your heart once and for all? you were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn’t even notice the tears that started to stream down your face.

peter noticed and quickly walked up to engulf you in a hug.

“what happened to us?” you sobbed into his chest, making peter feel even guiltier for hurting your feelings.

“my priority for spiderman happened. i promise that’s long gone now though. you will forever be my number one priority now. i’m sorry it took for this to happen for me to realize.” peter said soothingly as he pet your hair.

you recounted on all of your memories with peter and you just weren’t quite ready to give up on your relationship with him.

“fine, peter. i’ll give you one last chance, but so help me god, if you break your promise again i won’t think twice about breaking up with you.” you sighed, giving in to his pleads.

peter felt the biggest weight lift off his chest.

“thank you so so much princess. i promise i’ll make it up to you.”

“i’m still angry with you.” you said with a monotone voice.

“what can i do to make it up to you?”

“let me put our last hello kitty tattoo on your forehead.”

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americasass91 · 2 years

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Ransom’s Assistant

Hello my lovelies! Happy Hoelidays! I know i’ve been inactive af lately. Sorry about that. My husband went through some things and the last couple months of 2021 had been some of the hardest i’ve ever been through. Hopefully we are all over with that part now and are in the healing phase. I’m trying my hardest to make sure he gets better. I know he can do it. And with therapy and the right medication, he knows he can too.

Anyways! I’m sure you don’t want to hear anymore about that! I am so glad to be apart of this! It’s always my favorite challenge hosted by these amazing hoes! @stargazingfangirl18 @navybrat817-shares and @drabblewithfrannybarnes! Thank you once again for hosting this!! And the way you guys did it? Loved it! You can see what my perfect hoeliday treat was above! I did my best with it! So here is everyone’s favorite Murder sweater daddy!

**Disclaimer, if you’re under 18, just go away. This is not a story you should be reading! So kindly fuck off! Thanks so much!**

Words: 5.4k

Rating: Explicit(as are all my stories)

Warnings: Language, Smut, Unprotected sex, p in v, oral( fem rec), SoftRansom(Look, I’M A SLUT FOR SOFTRANSOM, OKAY?)

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RING RING RING

What in the mother fuck is-

RING RING RING

You begrudgingly raise your head from your pillow to look for your rudely-interrupting-your-sleep phone.

After about 5 minutes, you finally find it underneath the covers. You glance at the now silent phone and see 2 missed calls from Ransom.

Shit. He hates it when you miss his calls.

You then look at the time. It’s only 8am. He usually doesn’t start calling you until noon or after. Before you have any more time to think about it, the phone starts ringing again. You waste no time answering it.

“Hey Ran-“

“Y/N! There you are! Why did you miss my calls? Whatever, I don’t have time for your excuses. I’ve sent you an email about what all needs done today. It’s a pretty big list so I’d suggest you get started.”

CLICK

Fucking asshole. He’s lucky he paid you so well.

You sit up and stretch out your limbs from sleep and grab your phone to check the email your boss has sent you.

There’s about 32 items on the list. This is going to take you all day! Ugh.

You get out of bed and head to your bathroom to take a shower in hopes that it’ll wake you up a little.

You’ll get Starbucks once you're out and about. For now, the shower will have to do.

You’ve been Ransom’s assistant for going on 2 years now. You originally started out working for his mother Linda. Well, she decided you would be better fitted as Ransom’s assistant than hers. Saying her work is more important and she couldn’t afford some incompetent moron screwing anything up.

Yeah, you hated that bitch.

So Ransom took you over. And what would Ransom need with an assistant since he doesn’t even work?

To put it simply, he’s lazy as fuck. He has you do literally everything. Grocery shopping, laundry, cleaning his house(and yes, he has a maid), setting up his dates, etc. He actually keeps you busier than Linda ever did. Again, you don’t mind considering he pays you hella good and treats you decently.

By decently you mean he doesn’t come right out and call you stupid and incompetent.

He also allows you to call him Ransom. Which you gathered pretty quickly was a big deal. All of the other help has to call him Hugh.

You’re also not afraid to put him in his place. If you think he’s being a dick, you tell him. And if you’re feeling extra sassy, you’ll call him Hughbert. Which he hates more than anything else.

Truth be told? You actually really did love like him. You enjoyed the odd relationship that had blossomed between the 2 of you. And he’d never say it, but you’re pretty sure he doesn’t totally hate you.

The shower starts to turn cold before you finally get out. Today wasn’t a hair wash day so you dry off and quickly get dressed to start on this atrocious list.

Starting with your all time favorite task: kicking the whore out.

It’s no secret that Ransom is the biggest man whore in Boston. Possibly America.

So when he gets the occasional bitch that refuses to leave, you guys have a routine down.

You tie your hair up into a bun and grab your purse.

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On the short drive to Ransom’s, you can’t help but get lost in your thoughts.

While kicking the whore out was always fun, you always end up hating yourself for feeling this little twinge of jealousy every time you have to do it.

You wanted to be the one leaving Ransom’s bed. You shouldn’t even be thinking this way about your boss. But you can’t help it. The selfish asshole was dead sexy.

He knew it too.

He never showed any interest in you in that way though. Just treated you like an employee.

You pull into his driveway right beside the Beamer. You can’t help but roll your eyes at the Mercedes’ parked on the other side.

So she was a rich bitch. Typical Ransom.

The front door swings open before you even make it all the way up the walkway.

Ransom smiles in relief. “Thank God. This one is really insane. Refuses to leave my bedroom.”

You shake your head at him as you get inside. “When are you going to learn to avoid the crazy ones Ran?”

He shrugs his shoulders and gives you a sexy ass smirk. “What can I say? They can’t resist me. Now hurry up. You have a full day today.”

He gives you a swift smack to your ass and pushes you towards the stairs.

Trying your best to not let out a whimper, you quickly climb the stairs. You take a few minutes to get into the right mindset before you open the bedroom door.

Your eyes are met with a very naked, very fake looking blonde in his bed. She has a deer caught in headlights look.

“Who the fuck are you? And why the fuck are you in MY bed?”

Her look quickly turns to anger. She sits up and grabs the sheet to cover herself. “Excuse me? What are you? The maid or something?”

You pretend to be offended. “I happen to live here, with my husband!” You throw your left hand up to show her the fake, gaudy diamond on your ring finger that you bought for these occasions.

She sneers at you. “Oh, please. You’re telling me that man that fucked me last night is married?”

You happen to see her skirt near you and throw it at her. “Yes! Now get the fuck out of my house!”

She drops the sheet unashamedly and starts getting dressed. You cross your arms and tap your foot out of annoyance. She looks over at you. “Does he always fuck other women?”

“That’s really none of your business.”

She grabs her clutch lying on the floor and goes to leave. She pauses once she’s beside you and looks you up and down in a very judging manner.

“You know, maybe if you put some effort into your appearance and lost some of that gut, he wouldn’t fuck other women.”

You’re about to open your mouth to retort when, “You better watch your fuckin mouth. That’s my wife you’re talking to.”

Her gaze switches to Ransom who is passing by on his phone. Her jaw drops open in shock. “Are you kidding me? You’re the one that hit on me last night, remember?”

He just shrugs his shoulders and tells the person on the other end of his call goodbye. “She was out of town and I was bored. Plus she gets off on it.”

She looks between the two of you before scoffing with disgust. “You guys are fucking psycho. Lose my number.”

He just chuckles and yells down at her retreating form on the stairs. “You’re acting like I even kept it.”

Once the door slams shut, you start going about straightening his bedroom.

“What are you doing?”

You start gathering the sheets and look at him confused. “I thought you’d want me to change the bed?”

“No. I need you to start getting ready for our trip to New York this weekend.”

Now you’re really lost. “New York? What are you talking about? There was nothing about a trip in your email?”

He starts scrolling through his phone and waives a dismissive hand at you. “Yeah, disregard that email. I need you to drive me to New York for the weekend. I just got off the phone with Harlan and he needs me to do some business for him.”

You throw the bed clothes on the ground. “Why am I coming with you? I usually don’t go on trips with you.”

He looks up from his phone and shrugs his shoulders. “Cause I want you-I mean cause I might need you for something.”

You give him an unsure look. “Isn’t it supposed to snow tonight though?”

He glances back down at his phone, you’re assuming to check the weather, and then meets your gaze again. “Just says a chance of snow. I’m sure we’ll be fine. Don’t worry about the sheets, the maid can get them. Why don’t you go home and get ready and come back to pick me up around 6?”

Good. You didn’t want to wash his whorey sheets anyways. “Fine. I’ll be back around then. Should I make a reservation at the plaza?”

“Yeah, yeah. Good idea. Make them til Sunday. And make sure to get suites.”

You give him a thumbs up before leaving.

That was odd. He’s never wanted you to go with him on trips before? Oh well, he was an odd one.

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You spend the rest of your day making the reservations at the plaza and packing for the trip. You aren’t sure what kind of business he is conducting so you made sure to pack not only casual but dressy clothes as well.

You pull back into his driveway right at 6 on the dot. You let yourself into his house with the key he gave you and see his luggage sitting by the door. You start to grab it when Ransom comes out of nowhere and takes it from you. “I got this. Are you all ready to go?”

You nod your head. “Yep. The GPS is set up. Says we should arrive around 10:30 depending on any stops we make.”

He grabs the rest of his luggage and heads outside with you. “Sounds perfect. And I don’t plan on making any stops so if you have to pee, I suggest you do it now.”

You lock up since his hands are clearly full and roll your eyes. “I’m not a kid Ransom. I peed before I left my apartment.”

You both head towards your car. You pop the trunk so he can place his luggage inside. You go ahead and get settled in the driver’s seat.

He gets in the passenger seat and settles in for the drive. “Alright, let’s get this show on the road!”

You’re only about an hour and a half into your trip when the snow starts. At first it’s just a light dusting. But the next thing you know, it turns into what looks like a blizzard. It’s covering the roads way too quick for your liking.

“Ransom it’s starting to stick. I think we should pull over.”

He glances up from his iPad, totally oblivious to the weather. “I think you’re exaggerating a little there, honey. It’s not that-“

And that’s when you hit a patch of ice and lose control of the car.

You remain as calm as you can and just begin pumping your brakes. You gain back control and quickly pull off at the next exit. Ransom looks over at you in confusion. “That wasn’t our exit. What are you doing?”

While concentrating on seeing if there are any hotels at this exit you respond, “I’m not taking any chances Ransom. Did you not feel us lose control back there?”

He just shrugs his shoulders, annoyed. “Well, yeah. But you took back control pretty quick. I think we should keep going.”

Thankfully, you see that there is a hotel not even a mile up the road. “Well then I’m going to this hotel and getting a room for the night. If you want to keep going, I suggest you rent a car.”

He opens his mouth to argue but you cut him off. “I’m not risking my life or my car, Hughbert. Fire me if you must.”

You are able to pull into the parking lot of the hotel safely. You leave the car on after grabbing your wallet to head inside, not even giving Ransom a chance to respond.

You’re greeted with a warm smile from the front desk clerk. “Hello! Welcome to the Drury Inn! How can I help you?”

You return her smile. “Yes, hi! I was needing 2 rooms for the night please.”

She nods and looks at the computer. “Did you have a reservation?”

You shake your head. “I’m sorry but I don’t. We were on our way to New York when the snow kind of snuck up on us.”

She gives you a sympathetic look. “Well I’m sorry sweetie but we have a convention in town this weekend and I believe we are all sold out. But let me take a second look.”

You silently pray there’s at least one room so you don’t have to sleep in your car.

“Aha! Looks like you’re in luck! We just had a cancellation!”

“I’ll take it!”

“It’s only for one room though. I know you were wanting 2. And it’s a king bed. Will that be alright?”

You think about it for only a minute. Anything is better than the alternative. “Yes, we will manage just fine!” You hand her your driver’s license and the credit card Ransom gave you for things like this.

She inputs your information and gets keys made for your room. She lets you know where your room is and suggests parking in the back. You thank her again and head back to the car. You can tell even before you get in that Ransom is sulking.

You open your door and reach inside to grab your keys. “Come on, we got the last room they had.”

Ransom gives you a look. “Fine. But as soon as the sun rises, we’re gone. I have a meeting at 9 for Harlan.”

You salute him. “Aye, Aye boss.”

You grab your luggage and just decide to go back in through the front with Ransom sulking behind you. You make sure to give the clerk a smile as you walk to the elevator.

You go up to the third floor and find your room pretty quickly. Only when you open the door do you remember there was only one bed. This should be interesting.

Ransom is quick to realize this. “Well, looks like we’ll be sleeping together.”

You turn around and point your finger at him. “Yes. And we are going to act like adults about it aren’t we?”

He puts his hands up in surrender. “Whatever you say, honey. I won’t be the one starting any funny business.”

You scoff and go over to the left side of the bed. “Well I sure as hell won’t be either.”

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Luckily, there is room service so you’re both able to order some dinner. Once both of you are full and showered, you decide to go to bed considering he was making you get up ‘as soon as the sun rises’.

You are able to have some space between you 2 at least. You don’t know if you could honestly control yourself if you were any closer. You really needed to get yourself in check.

After about an hour of not being able to sleep, you notice that it’s starting to cool down in the room. You turn over and look over at Ransom who’s already looking at you. “Do you think it’s gotten colder in here?”

He shrugs his left shoulder. “I suppose a little. Why don’t you go turn up the heat?”

You sigh and get out of bed. You go over to the heater by the window. It’s switched to on but it’s clearly not working. You go back to bed to get under the covers and grab the phone to dial the front desk.

“Front desk.”

“Yes, hi. I’m sorry to bother you but this is room 313 and I think our heat stopped working.”

“I’m so sorry about that. Unfortunately our nighttime maintenance guy wasn’t able to make it in due to the weather.”

“Oh, well. Is there anything that can be done?”

“Well, if it doesn’t come back on all night, I won’t make you pay for your stay. And you are welcome to as many extra blankets as you need.”

“Okay, well thank you very much. I think I’ll take a couple please.”

“Sure thing, I’ll bring them up in just a few minutes.”

You hang up and turn to Ransom. “Well we’re getting extra blankets.”

He looks at you confused. “Why not just have them fix the heater?”

“Cause the maintenance guy isn’t here because of the snow. And this was the last room when we checked in so I guess we’re stuck.”

His look turns into a smirk. “Well then I guess we’re going to have to get closer to keep warm. You know, body heat and all that.”

Before you have a chance to retort, you hear a knock at the door. You get up and greet the front desk lady and thank her for the extra blankets. You spread one out on top of the comforter and put the other one on the foot of the bed. It’s even colder than it was a minute ago. You quickly get back under the covers.

You turn away from Ransom and get settled. Just as you close your eyes, Ransom reaches around and puts his hand on your belly and scoots you right up against him.

You try to wriggle free. “Stop it, Y/N. This will seriously keep us warmer.”

Realizing he’s right, you stop resisting and try your best to relax against him. God, does it feel good. Too good.

Ransom tucks his face into the crook of your neck and wraps his arm around you a little tighter. You go to shift a little to get more comfy when you feel him against your ass. You let out a slight gasp.

You can hear the small groan that escapes Ransom’s mouth. Oh my. You need to hear that again. You ‘accidentally’ rub your ass up against his erection again. It does the trick. This groan is louder than the last one.

Before you can do it again, Ransom flips you so that you’re facing him and grabs your right leg to hook it around his hip and gets a hold of your ass to hold you against him. You look up into his eyes and see his usual blue ones have turned shades darker.

You bite your bottom lip and decide to keep teasing him. You attempt to grind into him when you’re met with a swift smack to your ass. “Oh, honey. You know you really shouldn’t tease me.”

You give him an innocent look. “I’m not sure I know what you’re meaning. I’m just trying to get comfortable.”

The look on his face is obvious that he doesn’t believe you. “Seriously, Y/N. Knock it off. I don’t know if I’ll be able to control myself.”

Holy shit. So he wants you. Should you go for it?

Fuck it.

You try to lean in for a kiss when he pulls away. “No, Y/N.”

Oh. So you misread the situation.

He doesn’t want you.

He must see the rejected look on your face because he’s quick to press his left hand to your cheek. “It’s not that I don’t want you, honey. Because god, do I want you. But I can’t.”

You furrow your brows. “Why not? It’s okay if you want to.”

He gives you a sad smile. “Because I know that if we do this, I’ll want it again and again. And you deserve so much more than that. More than me.”

You press your right hand against his cheek. “Ransom, look. I want you. For more than just sex. I hate having to pretend I don’t have feelings for you because I do.”

He moves his hand to your back and presses his forehead against yours. “I don’t deserve you, Y/N. I’ve never even been in a relationship. I know I’ll fuck it up. I mean look at my parents. My family. I just don’t want to hurt you.”

You press yourself as close to him as you can get. “Ransom I have been in relationships and I can’t promise you I wouldn’t fuck it up either. Sometimes you hurt people who you love the most. But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try anyway. Because I think we’d be damn good together.”

He looks at you with hopeful eyes. “Love? Do you-do you love me?”

You move your gaze down out of embarrassment. But Ransom puts his finger under your chin and moves it back up. He looks at you expectantly. “If not, that’s okay. I mean I’m pretty sure that I love you. Although I’m not quite sure what that really feels like.”

You grab the back of his neck and pull him in for a kiss. He lets out a soft moan as soon as your lips meet. You tangle your fingers in his hair as he starts rubbing his left hand up and down your back.

It feels surreal to finally be kissing him. And it’s so much better than anything your mind could come up with. It doesn’t even feel like a first kiss. It feels like you’ve been doing this since forever. Like you should’ve been doing this the whole time.

And now that you know what it feels like? You’re not sure you could ever go a day without it again.

Eventually you both have to breathe so you pull away. Not by much though. You rest your forehead against his again. “Like that. Love feels like that.”

After you both catch your breaths, he catches your gaze again. “I promise I’ll do my best to love you back because I want to know what it feels like to be loved by you. I’ll tell you right now I’m not going to be perfect. But for you, I’ll try. And you have my full permission to kick my ass if I screw up.”

You giggle. “Oh, don’t you worry Hughbert. I won’t be afraid to kick your ass.”

His eyes darken again. “What did you just call me?”

You confidently say, “Hughbert.”

He pushes you until you’re caged underneath him. You look up at him with surprised eyes. “Whatcha gonna do about it, Hughy?”

He gives you an evil smirk as he leans down to whisper in your ear, “I guess I’ll just have to suck on that pretty little clit until you’re screaming Ransom.”

A shiver runs down your spine. You need that more than you’ve ever needed anything. “Psh. Good luck with that, Hughbert.”

He leans back up and starts trailing kisses down your neck. When he reaches a certain sensitive spot, he stops and gives it extra attention. You begin writhing under him and try to push him away from that spot. He growls and grabs your hands and puts them above your head and lifts away from your neck just long enough to utter, “If these move again without my permission, I stop. Got it?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.” He only spends a few more minutes on that spot, making sure to leave a mark. He continues his trail downwards until he reaches your breasts. Since you’re not wearing a bra he can see that your nipples are at attention. He playfully nips at one eliciting a squeal from you. He moves his hands to the bottom of your shirt and looks up at you for permission.

You’ve never nodded faster.

He achingly slowly lifts your shirt off and throws it somewhere in the room. He takes your right nipple into his mouth while he starts kneading your left breast with his right hand. You let out a small moan at that.

Unfortunately for you, his left hand remains planted on the bed. You would prefer it elsewhere. You keep trying to grind up against him to get some sort of much needed friction. He just presses himself further against you to cease your movements.

You let out a little sigh of frustration. He releases your nipple with a pop and starts moving towards the other breast. “Patience, honey. I promise it’ll be worth it.”

Before you can retort, he’s put your other nipple into his mouth to give it the same attention as the other one. Which is now being carefully kneaded by his other hand.

He only teases you for another few minutes before he continues his descent downwards, nipping and kissing you anywhere he can reach.

He reaches the waistband of the shorts you’re wearing and presses teasing kisses all across the edge of your shorts causing you to let out a huff of frustration. He lets out a laugh against your skin before moving down and pressing a kiss right to your clothed clit.

You let out a pathetic little whimper. “Please, don’t tease me. I’ll be good. Ransom, please.”

He smirks up at you as he removes your shorts. “I’ve barely started and already got you begging like a little slut. And no panties? If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were hoping something would happen.”

You’re about to give a smart ass comment when Ransom grabs your hips and buries his face against your cunt.

He starts peppering kisses all over except the one place you really want him. You whine out totally aware of how pathetic you sound. But you’d do anything for him to give attention to your clit.

He stops the kisses and begins circling your clit with his tongue, careful not to touch it too much. He then moves down and gives attention to your lips and opening, nipping and licking his way around. You let out your most pathetic sound yet which catches his attention. “Don’t worry, honey. I got you.”

With that, he wraps his lips around your aching clit. You arch your back and thread one of your hands through his hair. He groans against your cunt, liking the feeling of your fingers pulling his hair. He doesn’t even care that he told you not to move them.

He starts sucking with a little more vigor and reaches his right middle finger down to start teasing your opening. He only puts the tip in before he takes it back out and circles it around again.

You lift his head off of your pussy and look him in the eye. “I promise to never call you Hughbert again if you stop teasing me and fuck me with your fingers.”

He gives you a smile that looks especially naughty with your juices all over his face. “You’re too easy, honey.”

He dives back in and wraps his lips around your clit again and inserts his first and middle finger into your pussy. He starts pumping them slowly, gradually picking up speed.

The sucking on your clit is getting more intense and you can tell you’re going to fall over the edge at any minute. You arch off the bed and start chanting his name, Ransom, out loud.

He looks up at you and almost cums in his pants at the sight of you losing control. It makes him pick up the thrusting of his fingers even more. He then bites down on your clit and that does it. You free fall over the edge. Your hand in his hair grips tighter and you grind up against his face as you ride out your high.

Once it starts to feel too sensitive, you push his head away. He chuckles and wipes his face off on the inside of your thighs. “A little sensitive there, honey?”

You pull on his hair, indicating you want him to come back up. Of course he has to slowly kiss his way back up your body, stopping at your breasts once again. Although this time he starts grinding his clothed erection against your bare pussy. “Oh, fuck Ransom. Please, need it.”

He raises up on his knees and takes his shirt off in that sexy way that guys do. He grabs his dick over his pants and starts rubbing. “Yeah, you need this cock, honey?”

You reach out to join his hand and start to realize how big he actually is. Oh fuck. “Yeah. Need it inside, please.”

He lowers his pants enough for his long, thick cock to spring free. It smacks against his abdomen. He grabs it and starts slapping it against your pussy. “Such a good girl, using her manners. Just for that, I’m going to give you exactly what you want.”

He leans down over you and pulls you in for a passionate kiss. “Just let me know if I need to stop and I will, okay?”

You nod. “I will. Just please.”

He guides his cock to your entrance and slowly starts to push in. The initial stretch burns a little and you let out a slight whimper. He looks up at you. “You okay?”

“Yes, just please don’t stop.”

After what feels like forever, he finally pushes all the way in. He stays still for a moment and rests his forehead against yours. “God damn you feel so good. Look, I love you Y/N, but I’m gonna fuck you like a whore now, okay?”

You look at him wide eyed, a little scared because of the size of him. But you’re never one to back down from a challenge. “Fuck me then, Ransom. I want to feel you for days.”

He raises up on his knees and grabs a hold of your hips and goes right into fast, hard thrusts. You wrap your legs around his waist and lock your ankles together. Fuck he feels amazing. It stings a little but it feels way too amazing for him to stop. You know you’ll be sore tomorrow.

He looks down at you and smirks. “I always knew you’d feel good but fuck, Y/N.” He moves his right hand up to your breasts and goes back and forth between them, kneading and pinching your nipples.

You cover his left hand that’s still on your hip with your right hand and grab on. He takes the hint and lets go to interlock your fingers together and rests them back on your hip. Still sensitive from your first orgasm, you can already feel another one quickly approaching. He can feel it too.

He decides he’s not ready yet and pulls out. You don’t even have time to realize what is going on before you’re flipped onto your stomach. You go to get up on your hands and knees but Ransom pushes you back down. He straddles your legs and pushes back into you, resuming his previous thrusting.

Jesus Christ. He feels even bigger in this position. He rests one hand on your hip and occasionally smacks your ass with the other one.

Even though he stopped you from your orgasm, it doesn’t take long for another, more intense one to start building.

“Ransom, gonna cum. Please, please let me cum.”

He starts fucking you a little harder, a littler faster. He is able to get a hand under you to start circling your clit. “Then do it, honey. Soak this cock. Then I’m gonna fill you up. Would you like that?”

You eagerly nod. “Yes! Please fill me up! Need it!”

He changes the angle of his hips just slightly and adds just a little pressure to your clit and you’re gone. Your release sets off his and he groans your name out as he unloads into you. He gives a few more shallow thrusts before pulling out and falling down besides you face first on the bed.

Still on your stomach, you turn your head to face him. That’s all you’re really able to move at the moment anyway. You’re pretty sure if you tried to get up and walk right now, you’d fall down.

After a few moments, he moves his head to look at you. “Well, fuck. We should have done that a lot sooner.” Then you both burst out laughing.

The high from sex starts wearing off and the chill from earlier sets back in. You both grab for each other and cover yourselves back up with the blankets. You wrap your arms around his waist, tuck your face into the crook of his neck, and hook your leg over his waist. He was right, body heat definitely keeps you warmer.

He wraps the arm that isn’t under this head around your waist. You sigh in contentment and close your eyes, waiting for sleep to take you.

You then feel a slap to your ass and let out a little squeal. “Better get plenty of rest. We have to get up in only,” he checks his phone, “about 6 hours.”

You groan into his neck, completely forgetting he wanted to get up at the ass crack of dawn. “Whatever you say. Goodnight.”

“I love you, Y/N.”

You smile softly against his neck. “I love you too, Hughbert.”

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Diluc, Kaeya, Xiao, and Childe Finding out That You’re Being Abused HCs

cw: mentions/descriptions of (physical and emotional) abuse, injuries, depressive mood/thoughts, implied violence **please proceed with caution and do not read if this is triggering! note - submissions are confusing for me, so I wrote it in this format. I hope that was okay!

@tuestika said: Hi! Sorry that I send my request through submission, tumblr has sometimes eaten my asks either wholly or have omnomned whole ask xD Usually my requests sent through submissions arrive intact so…. I saw that you had done Scaramouche reacting finding out their s/o is being abused headcanons, may I request headcanons for Kaeya, Diluc, Xiao and Childe finding out their their s/o is being abused? Keep up good job! <3

🔥 Diluc 🔥

Diluc might not be the most vocal person in the world, but he’s definitely observant. He’s gotten rather skilled at picking apart your social cues because he’s spent a lot of time with you.

So when you barge into his tavern one evening, looking absolutely disheveled and asking for one of the Knights, he’s feeling two emotions: confusion and irritation.

For one, you shouldn’t even entrust your issue to those inadequate Knights. Nevertheless, you are his friend and he isn’t going to kick you out just because you mentioned them.

He waves you over to the bar and is thoroughly shocked when you beg him to let you hide behind it. Then he notices your split lip and the fresh injuries on your face and forearms, and he wastes no time in getting to the point.

“Why were you out so late fighting hilichurls? I hope you haven’t led any here. We don’t need that sort of trouble right now.”

“Sorry. No, that’s not it. I just—you’re the only one...” You’re struggling to piece a coherent statement together, too busy looking over your shoulder to keep track of your thoughts. “I didn’t know where I could go. I mean, I thought of you and—“

“Please slow down. Start at the beginning.”

More concerned over your safety than professionalism, Diluc allows you to slip behind the bar counter, where you cower on the ground to avoid being seen.

You gesture for him to come down to your height and he sighs, silently complying when he finds there aren’t any new customers to serve. Bending down to your level, he holds onto the countertop to keep his balance and then he locks eyes with you.

“What exactly happened?”

You inhale a shuddering breath, wrapping your sore arms around yourself for comfort. Tears are gathering in your eyes as you recall the event. Your abuser had found you after you’d left to get some fresh air, they’d cornered you in a secluded alley, and—you can’t finish the rest of the story.

Diluc doesn’t expect you to continue. He nods as he lets the information sink in, already harboring a deep resentment for this despicable individual.

“Wait here. I’ll close the tavern early. In the meantime, we should see to your injuries and then we’ll look for that person.”

“I really think we should tell the Knights...” you mumble, knowing he’ll disapprove. “They’re more suited to these types of cases.”

“The Knights are incompetent. The investigation will take days, if not weeks. What happens if your abuser knows they’ll be coming for them? They’ll try to escape and then there’ll be no telling where they’ve gone.”

“I know, but it wouldn’t hurt to—“

“I’ll take care of it.”

You try to object because it’s dangerous and you don’t want him to get injured on your behalf. But he’s insistent in his decision, claiming that if the Knights can’t help you no one can. And you really wouldn’t feel safe if your abuser was still roaming free, so you have no other choice but to allow him to carry out the investigation himself.

And Diluc can be quite clever at times. It won’t be hard to traverse the interior of Mondstadt at night, where his identity melts away into that of the sneaky Darknight Hero.

He’s going to protect you no matter what. Your abuser won’t receive an ounce of sympathy from Diluc. All he feels is cold hatred when he catches them. Someone as precious as you does not deserve to be put through such torment, and he’ll see to it that your abuser pays a hefty price to make up for all of the damage they’ve caused.

🧊 Kaeya 🧊

Kaeya can’t understand why you’ve started isolating yourself from everyone. In the past, you were always such great friends with the Knights, always catching up to talk to one of them.

He’d spent a lot of time with you and has since gotten to know you through lighthearted conversations and gossip from the people of Mondstadt.

For someone so appreciated and well-known, he can’t wrap his head around why you might want to suddenly disappear, hiding yourself away as if you didn’t exist.

And then he happens to catch you in town one day while you’re out running some errands. It’s so like him to pop in with a few flirty lines, but the words stick in his throat when he notices the bandages stuck to your arms and legs.

“That can’t be good,” he says as he approaches you, leaning ever so gracefully against a wooden support beam. “Why don’t we find Barbara? I’m sure she’ll have you patched up in no time, my dear friend.”

You don’t think you’re worth it so you shake your head, nervously hoping he’ll take the hint and go away.

“I hope you’re not accepting those dangerous commissions again,” he adds, half teasing and half serious. You can’t tell whether he’s trying to sound chiding or not.

“Please just...leave me be. I’m a little busy right now.” You try to leave the stall you’re at, walking stiffly to avoid limping in front of him. “I’m not feeling well, so if you’ll excuse me—“

Kaeya pushes off from the beam, standing in front of you with a posture that appears immovable. “By order of the Calvary Captain,” he’s saying, a playful glint in his eyes, “you aren’t allowed to move from that spot until you tell me what’s bothering you and why you’re covered head to toe in bandages.”

You can easily object to such an order, but you figure it’s better to answer instead of arguing over your physical condition. So you explain a modified version of the story, telling him that you simply got into a disagreement and it ended in bruises on both sides.

Kaeya hears the tremble in your voice when you say it; you’re lying. His expression softens at once and he steps away, indicating that you’re free to leave. But you don’t; you’re looking at him with such a helpless, pleading look. It breaks his heart.

You break before him, lips quivering as you beg for his help. You’re so scared and alone, and you’re not sure how long you can suffer through this before it seriously hurts you.

“This is the first time I’ve gotten out in weeks.” So that explains your sudden isolation. “Please... I don’t want to go back home anymore. I’ll do anything. Just don’t let them hurt me again.”

Kaeya’s absolutely stunned to hear the silent revelation in your words. You’re awkwardly reaching to undo one of the bandage wrappings to prove your point, but he stops you short. That’s all the proof he needs.

You’ll be brought back to the Knights of Favonius’ Headquarters to be tended to while he gathers a team to search for your abuser. Since you gave him a solid description, it shouldn’t be too hard to find them.

And once they’re apprehended, Kaeya will subject them to a grueling interrogation. There will be no gentle punishment; it’s going to be as unforgiving as the abuse you had to suffer through.

☁️ Xiao ☁️

You’ve never really been keen on physical touch and Xiao understands that completely. He usually avoids any sort of interaction to begin with, unless it’s absolutely necessary, so it’s not a surprise whenever you shy away from large crowds.

He has grown rather fond of you, which has lead to the two of you meeting at Wangshu Inn for some Almond Tofu and relaxed chit-chat.

During one of your many conversations, you bring up a few alarming statements. They’re just personal points you’d like to change, such as your weak fighting spirit or the way your joints brokenly click when you stretch.

Xiao wonders why you’d want to change yourself. You’re not usually this doubtful of yourself. In the past, you would always play the role of his smiling friend, putting on a positive face even when he was in a disagreeable mood.

Xiao is examining your movements as you awkwardly explain yourself and when your arms move he catches the sight of a rope burn etched into your wrist.

“What happened?” He gestures to your sleeve, to which you react in a nervous manner, shyly pulling your sleeve down to hide it. Xiao frowns a bit. “Did you get into an accident?”

“No, of course not! I’m fine. It’s just a result of my clumsiness.”

It really doesn’t look like that to Xiao and when he truly looks at you again he finds that you appear abnormally tired and exhausted. He isn’t going to sugarcoat anything and he could be making a giant assumption, but he still asks.

“Is someone hurting you?”

Your eyes widen for a split second and Xiao catches that movement like a cat drawn to a laser pointer. He won’t force you to explain unless you feel comfortable doing so. The last thing he wants is upsetting you or pressuring you into something you don’t want to talk about.

Eventually, though, the story will come to light and he’ll hear all about the horrors you’ve gone through. That rope burn was just one of many punishments you’ve had to endure, and Xiao’s just about ready to snap. How dare someone lay their filthy hands upon you in such a violent way?

Xiao will calmly tell you to stay at Wangshu Inn or anywhere else in Liyue where you’ll be safe. He’ll watch over you while you take time to recuperate and heal. He’s going to make sure you’ll never have to go through something like that ever again.

Having Xiao by your side makes the healing process all the more comforting.

And when you fall asleep in a soft, warm bed, Xiao slips out into the night to search for your abuser. It won’t be a pretty sight once he gets his hands on the human trash who dared to hurt you.

💧 Childe 💧

He’s very perceptive when it comes to your health and overall well-being. After all, he’s got brothers and sisters to care for; perception is absolutely necessary in order to keep them happy and healthy.

So it doesn’t take long for him to realize your behavior is uncharacteristic. You’re jumpier than usual, always apologizing for the littlest of things, and you’ll look over your shoulder whenever you sense something.

It’s almost as if you expect someone to suddenly come at you, which isn’t all that odd. Childe has been known to keep you on your toes when he’s looking for a fight.

But on one particular day he manages to give you a spook when he comes up beside you, grinning and showing up in your peripheral so suddenly that it nearly gives you a heart attack.

You’re so frightened as you back away, practically folding in on yourself in an effort to protect yourself from an imaginary blow. Childe pauses, that silly grin fading when he realizes you’re shaking.

“Hey, it wasn’t that scary. Come on, comrade!” He’s approaching you warily, not entirely sure why you’re acting the way you are. He’s always been spontaneous; you should be used to this by now.

But you refuse to let him come any closer, having to distance yourself so that you can ease your racing heart and hyperventilating lungs. Once you’ve calmed down, embarrassment floods through you at the fact that Childe just witnessed all of that.

Childe will ask if you’re okay with him stepping closer and if you nod he’ll be on you like a hawk, pulling up your sleeves before you can stop him.

For once, you catch an expression you normally don’t find on Childe: surprise. He’s genuinely shocked at what he sees: dark bruises and shallow lacerations from something sharp.

Either you got these in your many sparring matches or there’s another factor at play here, and Childe is almost certain it’s the latter.

His voice is gentle as he asks you to explain what’s going on and once you do he’s already set on finding the one who did this. He seems to forget all about his Fatui work, wanting to capture your abuser and give them a piece of his mind—and subject them to more than a few pieces of his strength, too.

He’ll have you protected in no time, offering to take you to the best healer. You’ll be treated wonderfully and he’ll even lay off on your sparring matches for a while.

In the meantime, once he gets his hands on your abuser, everything becomes fair game. After all, someone has to handle the brunt of his anger and pent-up bloodlust from the lack of a fight. And your abuser is the perfect match to pummel into the ground. Childe shows absolutely no mercy for them.

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contemplativepancakes · 3 years

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sunsets for somebody else

Daphne runs into her long lost husband arguing with another man in the grocery store. Things start to take a turn when she realizes they're married.

The bottle of bleach drops from Daphne’s hand into her cart, landing with a sloshing thud as she takes in the scene in front of her, frozen in her tracks. Emmanuel is standing right in front of her, arguing with another man about cleaning supplies.

Wearing a beige trench coat for some inexplicable reason—it’s almost 90 degrees outside—Emmanuel listens to a man who’s explaining in minute detail how to clean an oven. They’re both wearing wedding rings, and Daphne’s heart swells for a moment before she realizes it’s a different ring from the one she gave Emmanuel all those years ago.

“Dean, I don’t think this is safe for Jack. This is going to create noxious fumes,” Emmanuel says, squinting at the ingredients of the cleaner apparently-Dean had thrust at him.

Dean pinches the bridge of his nose, and Daphne squeezes the handle of her shopping cart harder, feeling faint. It’s not every day you come across your long lost husband at the Stop N’ Shop.

“I think the kid can take some fumes,” Dean says, plucking the bottle out of Emmanuel’s hands and putting it in the cart. “We wouldn’t even have to worry about this if someone didn’t let the pizza fall onto the bottom of the oven.”

“The directions said to put it directly on the middle rack!” Emmanuel protests, and Dean rubs a hand down Emmanuel’s back in a familiar way that makes Daphne’s stomach roil.

She’s not jealous, she’s not. She was just helping Emmanuel when she found him, after all. Their marriage was simply one of…convenience for Emmanuel. It’s not like he had a birth certificate with him, or a social security number. What did Daphne get out of all this? Well. Daphne looks at his cheek bones wistfully, her gaze dipping down to his strong forearms his trench coat is rolled up to reveal.

Dean rolls his eyes fondly, and then he tugs Emmanuel into his side, kissing him on the temple. Daphne jerks her stare away for a moment before returning it, noticing now that their wedding rings match.

“Emmanuel?” she chokes out, against her better judgment.

For a long second, she doesn’t think Emmanuel heard her, but he turns around. “Daphne?”

Daphne nods, her words forsaking her. She doesn’t miss the way Dean clutches possessively at Emmanuel’s hip.

“I…thought you were dead,” she finally says. “I filed a missing person report.”

Dean squints at her, before something like recognition passes over her face, and now that she thinks about it, Daphne recognizes him, too. He’s the one who showed up right before everything went to shit. Horror stories of Stockholm syndrome flash through her mind.

“Emmanuel, are you…happy?” she settles on.

Emmanuel gives her a smile, leaning harder into Dean. “I am.”

“Good. That’s. Good,” she says, a strangled look on her face, she’s sure. “Would you want to catch up some time?” she asks before she fully registers what’s coming out of her mouth.

Emmanuel gives her a warm smile. “I’d love that.”

As they set up a time to get coffee, Daphne tries to ignore the glare Dean levels at her throughout the whole conversation. He insists that their meeting be tomorrow, since apparently they won’t be in the area for long. Daphne tries to ignore the warning bells in her mind that tell her she’s about to get murdered and takes solace in the fact that at least they’re meeting in a public place.

Besides, even if Emmanuel’s husband is a serial killer, surely Emmanuel won’t let him murder her, right?

The next day, Daphne hems and haws as she debates what to wear. Whatever this is, it’s the exact opposite of a date, anyway. She knocks on the door of her foster child, Alex, to wake them up before she goes into the bathroom to do her hair and makeup. Really, she’s just doing it for herself. She’s allowed to want to look nice!

When she finally deems herself as ready as she’s going to get, she goes back to Alex’s room to make sure they’re actually up. To her pleasant surprise, they’re sitting on the edge of their bed putting on their socks and almost ready. “Excited for school today?” she asks.

Alex makes a face at her. “Never,” they say, but their voice at least has the edge of a smile to it.

They’ve come a long way since they were first placed with her, and even though Daphne knows she shouldn’t be getting overly attached, she can’t help it. She walks down the steps and into the kitchen, deliberating for a moment on breakfast before putting frozen waffles into the toaster. If she’s about to get murdered while Alex is at school, she can at least make sure the last thing she made for them wasn’t cereal.

Alex tromps down the steps, dragging their bookbag behind them, and Daphne hides her smile behind her glass of orange juice. Alex lights up at the sight of the waffles, disturbingly easy to please, as always. They inhale them, as teenagers do, before putting their dishes in the sink. Daphne cracks open her laptop as they wait for the bus, attempting to get some of her work done for the day since she’ll be taking a break later for the coffee. She really hopes her boss doesn’t try and call her while she’s out.

Or, maybe she does. She’s not sure she’s prepared for the level of awkwardness that she’s about to go through, but maybe it won’t be as bad as she thinks. She really wants to know what Emmanuel has been up to for all of this time. She’s still…embarrassingly hung up on him, and it would be nice to get some closure.

The bus pulling up in front of the house jerks her out of her thoughts, and she gives Alex a wave before they race off to get on. She watches them settle into a seat with one of their friends, and smiles at the fact that they even have friends now.

In the end, Daphne doesn’t manage to get much work done before she clambers into her car and drives to the coffee shop they agreed on. She doesn’t really think she needs caffeine with the way her leg is bouncing already.

Emmanuel and Dean are already there when she walks in, Emmanuel with a cup of black coffee he’s dumping sugar packets into and Dean with something with whipped cream and chocolate syrup drizzled on top. She gives them a tentative wave before ordering hot chocolate for herself, settling herself delicately in the seat across from them.

“So,” Dean says. “You were Cas’s wife?”

She squints. “Cas?”

Emmanuel speaks up. “After I regained my memories, I remembered that was my name.”

“Oh.” Smiling weakly, she tries to reconcile that. “You have them all back now?”

Emman—Cas nods.

“Just forgot about me, though?” she tries to ask lightly, but it comes out a little garbled.

“You took advantage of him!” Dean explodes from the other side of the table, making Daphne flinch. “Who the fuck finds someone naked with no memories and marries them?”

“Dean,” Cas chastises, his arm shifting like he’s putting his hand on Dean’s thigh under the table.

“I was helping him,” Daphne says hotly. “Would you have just wanted me to leave him there?”

Cutting Dean off before he can say anything else, Cas looks at Daphne and smiles in a way that makes her heart flutter. “I’m very grateful. I don’t know what I would have done without you. I’m sorry I didn’t reach out to let you know I was alright.”

Dean crosses his arms over his chest and leans back in his chair, taking a sip of his sugar monstrosity. He comes away with a whipped cream mustache, and it’s hard not to laugh as he wipes it away in total seriousness.

“So,” Daphne says. “You two have a kid? Jack?”

Scowling, which seems to be Dean’s automatic reflex, he exchanges a glance with Cas before softening. “Yeah, we have a kid. He’s four.”

Daphne thinks maybe Dean should have been a little bit more concerned about the fumes of cleaning chemicals if they have a four year old, but she keeps her judgments to herself. Cas beams. “He’s very bright.”

Returning the smile tentatively, Daphne asks, “How long have you two been married?”

“It’s almost our one year anniversary,” Dean says gruffly.

Daphne tries not to let it affect her, even if that’s more time than she ever got with Cas. “Practically newly weds, then!”

“It’s been an adventure; that’s certain,” Cas says, smiling serenely even as Dean elbows his ribs. “Tell us about you, Daphne. What have you been doing?”

Daphne shrugs a shoulder. “Oh, not too much.” Mourning the man I pulled out of the woods and saved and married, she doesn’t say. She knows Emmanuel never felt the same way about her that she did him. “I got approved to be a foster parent, so I’ve had a few kids come through.”

“Helping people has always been your calling,” Cas says softly.

Daphne takes a few minutes to gush about Alex, and her previous kids before them, before she notices Dean’s not actively glaring at her anymore.

“That’s…nice,” he begrudges when she finishes.

“What do you do, Dean?”

Looking like he just dropped something on his foot, he stammers before he hastily says, “I work construction.”

Daphne squints at him. She has the feeling he’s lying to her, but she has no idea why he would be.

“And what about you, Cas?”

“Oh, I mostly just take care of Jack.”

“You’re a stay at home dad?” she asks, the thought making her stomach twist into knots and heat rise to her face.

“Of a sorts,” Cas agrees.

God, they’re making it impossible to carry on a conversation with them. Daphne keeps a smile pasted to her face. “What do you two do for fun?”

“I’m convinced Dean thinks fun is superfluous,” Cas confides, even as Dean splutters at him. “But I like to drag him to thrift stores with me. Dean likes to bake, also.”

“I work on cars, too,” Dean says, and Daphne can feel his desperation to maintain his facade.

She tries not to quirk a smile at his discomfort. They chat for a while longer, Dean getting increasingly dodgy about the questions she asks before she finally excuses herself to go to the bathroom. She shuts the door behind her and looks down at the dank floor. Is she getting what she wanted out of this? She has no idea what she even imagined happening when she asked to catch up. Emmanuel running away with her? Maybe in her wildest fantasies. Taking a deep breath to ground herself, she looks in the mirror and checks her makeup, rubbing at her under eye circles before walking back out of the bathroom.

Cas is at the counter ordering another drink, for Dean, by the sound of the sugar content, and she walks over to him. Hesitating before she bites the bullet, she asks, “You’re not…like, being held against your will, right? That Dean seems,” she pauses, “interesting.”

Cas laughs warmly, putting a hand over Daphne’s. “No, nothing like that. This is a choice of my own free will, believe it or not. Dean is much more caring than he lets on.”

Well, Daphne’s not sure she believes it, but. At least he’s happy, and in the end, that’s all she’s ever wanted for him.

#supernatural #destiel #castiel #outsider pov #daphne allen #the born again identity #contemplative writing

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Doing dirty things w/ AOT characters while you two most definitely shouldn’t be (Reiner, Erwin, Zeke, Levi)

A/N: my faithful stoned thot anon, shoutout to you for this request and I hope this was something like you were imagining in your mind. I know you only asked for simple mundane tasks, but I wanted to be extra and include more situations. I can’t wait to work on the other ones you sent me !

Synopsis: Basically, you’re trying to do a task that requires a lot of your attention or you to be silent (like on the phone, out to eat with friends, etc), but your partner really really needs some attention in that moment. I suck at descriptions sorry 🥴 If you see any typos no u didn’t, but really I was too lazy to proofread.

TW: Modern AU, hehe naughtiness obviously, choking for Zeke, also embarrassment, fembodied!reader, 18+, MINORS DNI!

REINER BRAUN: Movie night with friends

Reiner just couldn’t help himself, he really couldn’t. The first sight of you in your silky pajama shorts and this man’s thoughts were going crazy watching you parade around the house as you grabbed the snacks and needed materials for tonight’s movie night with some of you guys’ friends. Luckily the fabric of his pajama pants were loose enough to hide the growing boner in his pants, but of course he made it known to you by approaching you from behind and pressing it against your ass so you could feel just how hard you had made him simply by looking pretty.

His hands began to roam all over your body, stealing a grope of your breast, and his mouth attached to your neck, taking breaks in between kisses to tell you how good you look and how much you riled him up. As good as it all felt, Pieck and Porco were only right down the street, so you took his hands off of your body with promises of making him feel better later in the night once they had left. You’re lucky he doesn’t like quickies like that and prefers to take his time with you or else he would’ve taken you right there up against that counter chile.

Pieck and Porco finally arrive and what was supposed only be one movie turned into two, and now here you were snuggled up under Reiner on a completely different couch than Porco and Pieck while they flipped through a catalogue on the television looking for a new movie to start up; Reiner growing more and more impatient as the minutes went on. The constant caressing on your thigh and pinches he would give your nipples every now and then giving that away completely.

You got tired of fighting his advances off a long time ago and part of you wanted him to continue, to see how far he would actually go, because truth is you wanted him just as much as he wanted you right now. You were just a lot better at hiding it.

It was halfway through the movie that he finally decides to make a drastic move, moving you to a position where your back was pressed against his chest and tapping your hips, signifying for you to raise them so he could pull your shorts down to your thighs.

“Sit still for the rest of the night and I’ll reward us both so good once they leave.” He’d whisper in your ear. The only warning you’d get before he’s slowly easing his cock into you careful not to stretch you out too much, but the wetness that accumulated between your legs all night long makes it so you swallow him completely. A shocked moan leaving both of your lips, but luckily being silenced by the action scene on the tv; both Porco and Pieck too into it to even pay attention to the two of you.

So desperately you wanted to swirl your hips up against you, create any sort of friction to make his cock hit that spot in your soft velvety walls that left you clenching and squealing and him growling into your ears, but instead you had to be as still as possible while cockwarming him. Not being too careful would surely draw the attention of the other two, but Reiner still tested the waters every now and then by shifting every so often on purpose to cause movement.

He was even able to draw a weird moan out of you once that had Porco and Pieck looking over at you like you were crazy, questioning if you were okay which you had no choice but to reply yes to. Barely able to get that out because the feeling of his cock throbbing inside of you mixed with your walls clenching around him was a whole sensation on its own.

“Careful, you don’t want them knowing that I’m balls deep in you right now would you? Or would a slut like you enjoy that; them knowing that your pussy is swallowing my cock whole right now?”

Reiner is degrading during sex sometimes and you cannot tell me otherwise #sorrynotsorry.

And when he said the two of you would be staying like this the whole night until they left he absolutely meant it. After that little moaning incident he surprisingly acted normal the whole night, like the two of you weren’t even doing what you were doing underneath the cover. Knowing how torturous it must be for him to deny you the skin to skin contact and hip bucking you needed from him.

ERWIN SMITH: In a restaurant surrounded by friends

You never thought Erwin to be the bold type to try something out in public with you. The closest thing the two of you have done to it was a quick quickie in his office once with you pressed against the window of the skyscraper building it was located in, but even then you could feel the anxiety in his muscles as he pressed himself up against you; scared of an assistant or important business partner to come barging in on the two of you.

So you can imagine the shock on your face when you were spending the night out with friends at a restaurant, preoccupied with listening to Levi’s horror stories at his tea shop when you felt the ghostly tingles of Erwin’s fingers trail up on your thigh. A hand on your knee was nothing, something he had done plenty of times as a small sign of PDA, but this was different. You looked over to him with a questioned look in your eyes, but his kept his eyes straight and responded to you physically by pressing his thumb against the cloth that separated his finger from your clit.

Almost immediately you choked on the spit going down your throat which garnered the attention from everyone else at the table asking if you were alright. Everyone but Erwin turned to you and if they were truly paying attention that would’ve been a major sign that something was up, but your quick, “I’m okay!” Response had them off your back in an instance and only edged Erwin on more, fingers pushing your panties to the side as he continued on.

The food in front of you hadn’t been touched in around 10 mins since you found yourself full before you were able to finish it all, but you had to pick up your fork and abruptly take a bite of of it when you felt Erwin’s long fingers plunge into you with ease from your wetness and curl up into you; the metal between your teeth the best attempt you had at covering up your moans.

You swear you saw a slight smirk on his lips when you glanced over at him because he’s a menace to society like that.

His hands moved so languidly inside of you hitting all the right spots and pressing down on the sensitive parts of you that always guaranteed a reaction out of you. While also simultaneously still rubbing your clit with his thumb in wide circles, enjoying every twist and turn he saw your face do as you tried desperately to hold your moans in.

At one point, to mess with you even more, he leaned in and whispered into your ear, “You think all these people know that your cunt is clenching around my fingers about to cum?” No one else heard him but you, but it definitely drew the attention of Levi who threw a confused look your way. To which you could only reply to with a smile and awkward chuckle that almost broke out into a moan because Erwin thought it would be a good idea to speed up his fingers.

You didn’t care how obvious it looked anymore, your teeth found comfort in the skin of his arm to stifle moans and your fingers had a death grip on his thighs as your orgasm hit you like a wave. Leaving you with nothing to do but grind your hips down into his fingers slowly to not draw attention as you rode out his orgasm. His fingers were covered in your slick as he pulled them off of you and instead of being discreet and wiping them on his pants or even your dress, he picked up a small dessert off his plate and turned to you. Feeding it to you and sticking his fingers a little too far in your mouth so you can clean your own orgasm off of your fingers. His thumb going between his own lips once he took his fingers out of your mouth and sucking on it gently. “That was delicious.” He would state, never breaking eye contact with you.

The tent in his dressy slacks gave away all the excitement he was feeling on the inside as he watched you squirm in your seat while he did something so naughty to you in public. He couldn’t take it anymore, placing his share of the bill on the table and excusing the both of you for the night before going around and saying your goodbyes. No one seemed to notice anything, except for when you went to Levi to give him a goodbye hug and he whispered in your ear, “Next time get a room or go to the bathroom you freaks.” You totally weren’t embarrassed and didn’t leave the restaurant with warm cheeks.

ZEKE JAEGER: During a zoom meeting

First off, sexy time stuff aside, Zeke is a menace to society and always interrupting your zooms. Whether it’s him barging into the room and asking a question like “Did you eat the last bagel?” While you’re unmuted or walking behind you with his shirt off while you have you camera on. You will never know a peaceful smooth sailing zoom meeting with Zeke in the house.

But you were immune to it at this point and he was a little too immune and comfortable with messing with you while you were in them. But hey, you couldn’t blame him! You looked all too good to him while you laid in the bed on your stomach in one of his band tees and nothing else while you payed attention to the boring lecture happening on your laptop.

Once he realized that your camera was off his hands were on you immediately, rubbing up and down your legs to signify to you that he was in a mood while he made his way on the bed behind you.

“You can’t just be walking around the house all sexy like this and expect me not to pounce on you.”

You want to say something snarky and remarkable back, but a distraction from your boring ass class is exactly what you needed. So instead of protesting this time around, you arched your back so your ass was nearly up to his face to which he replied with playfully slapping you on it and even taking a nibble of your cheek. And because you’re a menace to society you run your own hand along your clothed slit and moving your panties out of the way to put it on display for him.

“I could really use some distracting right now.” Say less, this man’s mouth is on your clit in an instant, devouring you like you’re his first meal of the day. Your hips instinctively grinding down against his tongue as he moved his focus to sucking on your clit at a pace that left you ass up face down on the bed moaning like a pornstar. Never mind his beard scraping against your thighs and possibly leaving a rash there later for you to deal with. It adds a nice touch of pain to your pleasure.

So caught up into the pleasure warming up your lower stomach, you don’t even notice your teacher calling on you until Zeke reaches out and taps on the keyboard to move your attention back to the zoom in front of you, his mouth still working magic on your clit; a mixture of his spit and your juices trailing down his chin. The site is enough to make you cum but you’re forced to divert your eyes away from it as you unmute yourself, quickly asking her to repeat the question, going back on mute before they can hear the slurping noises that Zeke obnoxiously made louder once you unmuted.

“I’m going to kill you.” “Pay attention to school sweetheart before I stop completely. Education comes first!” What an asshole, but despite the joking tone of his voice you know he’d stop in a heartbeat just to mess with you and you’re too close to an orgasm for him to up and quit like that.

From the way your hips move sloppily against his face he can tell that you’re close, but once the teacher repeats the question at you to answer he pulls away completely seemingly to cut you some slack. But, surprise, he only moves his mouth away to replace it with his cock, sliding into you with ease and thrusting into you at a steady pace that has you moan loudly into the microphone on accident.

His face lights up with a smug expression and smile, the embarrassment on your cheeks making him pick up his pace and turning him on in a way. “Now your whole class is going to know that you were getting fucked by me. Too busy getting your hole pounded to even pay attention to the lesion. What a dirty little slut, they’re probably talking about you right now as we speak.”

You’re at a loss of words, not only because of embarrassment but because you can barely form a sentence from the way Zeke is pounding into you so ruthlessly from behind. His hand even coming forward and grabbing at your neck to balance himself against the bed while on his knees.

Your morning with him is far from over and the embarrassment from this zoom is going to last with you forever.

LEVI ACKERMAN: On an important phone call

I know Levi Ackerman with his hands around our necks really get us going and the thought of dom him fucking us from behind while on the phone with our boss makes us feel butterflies in our stomachs....BUT the thought of sub Levi whimpering and having to put his phone on mute while discussing business with someone because you have his cock halfway down your throat, is an equally as hot image.

He would glance at you from over his phone and let out a silent “What are you doing?” And make a faint shooing away motion in the air to make you leave, but he doesn’t want you to leave. You know that and he knows that which is why when you went to unbuckle his pants he gladly let you, hips even raising slightly so you can pull them down enough to let his cock and balls free from the restraints of his underwear and pants.

It was such a sudden and rash decision on your end that he wasn’t even hard at all when you pulled him out, but one lick from the base of his cock to the tip of it is enough to make it stand tall. Warranting a deep intake of air that has the person on the other end of the line asking if he was okay. Between the embarrassment from nearly being caught and the pleasure exploding in his lower half from how good you’re working your mouth, his cheeks are flushed with a bright pink color.

“Do you want me to stop” “no, no, keep going, please.”

He’s so needy and close to that sweet release already, the excitement from doing something so naughty while the person on the other end of the phone has no idea has his senses in an overload. Even the broken ‘Y-Yes’s that have to leave his lips every time he unmutes his phone strikes an excited nerve in him that he didn’t know he had; wishing he could moan as freely as he could to show off how good you make him feel, but he bites back those moans with his teeth. Instead opting for a number of praises when he can.

“You look so pretty on your knees in front of me with your cock in my mouth.” “You make me feel so so good, you don’t even know how good I feel right now because of you.” “Keep that up and I’m going to cum.”

Eyes closing shut and breath picking up the closer he gets. His hand even coming down to move your head at a pace that feels godly around his cock.

Usually you would tease and pull away altogether when he did this, reminding him that he couldn’t be too needy, but you would be lying if you said this didn’t have just as much of affect on him as it did on you, thighs clenching together with each bob of your head and moan that left his lips that he couldn’t quite bite back.

He’s an incoherent mess at the end, lips not even able to move together to form sentences and his hips bucking up wildly into your throat to release his load down your throat. His hips still bucking up slightly even after he came because it just felt that good. His mind was so clouded with pleasure that he didn’t even notice the person on the phone had hung up a long time ago, something he would have to deal with later but that proved helpful right now.

“I hope you don’t think that this was it.” Oops, now you awoke the dominant side of Levi’s switch personality and he’s definitely not letting you off the hook for this one.

#Stallion don’t say ‘menace to society’ a million times in a post challenge #aot x reader #attack on titan x reader #aot smut #aot imagines #reiner braun smut #reiner braun x reader #erwin smith smut #erwin smith x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman smut #Spicy.#zeke jaeger x reader #zeke Jaeger smut

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