#like I hear one (1) noise during the night and I'll be like IS SOMEONE TRYING TO BREAK IN ??

[ch3rriiii-bunn]

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Word count: 4.2♡

Part 1/4. My praise kink was going crazy with this 😍

Warnings: fem!reader, demon reader + referred to as a woman, praise kink (ex: pretty girl, good girl), rough sex, cluckolding, sub reader, dom akaza, shy dom Aizetsu, virgin Aizetsu, teacher kink?? (Akaza tells Aizetsu how to please you), hair pulling (akaza to aizetsu but NOT in a ship way), throat fucking, oral sex (reader receiving and giving), squirting

The infinity castle felt like a maze, even for an upper rank. This beautiful yet haunting place is mainly inviting for upper ranks to be summoned and to take orders from their lord Muzan. Upper one and three are a great example of being a favorite to muzan and for that they are given "special permission" to do whatever they wished in the castle.

Aizetsu felt like he had been walking around the castle endlessly. His main reasoning for taking this long walk was to clear his head from the fight that broke out between him and his fellow clones, or "brothers," as they liked to refer to each other. The patients for Muzan's arrival after being summoned caused some heated tension, and Aizetsu is known to be over simulated by heated conflict.

"What a disappointing way to start the night," he spoke to himself, thinking out loud with his eyes shut. "I wish lord muzan would arrive soon so we can leave. How sad this is turning out to be." Aizetsu sighs and drops his shoulders to the point where his body becomes sluggish sluggish but keeps his legs moving, taking him to God knows where.

Aizetsu started to become lost in his depressive thoughts and became unaware of the room he was approaching, too. He walked past many rooms, but this one had faint noises coming from it. Even a demon could hear it from that distance, but before Aizetsu could comprehend the noises his demon sense got to him.

His eyes softened, and he felt cheeks heated up from the scent coming from the room. It was the sexual aroma from a female demon. The scent alone made Aizetsu excited. His heart pounding a little faster, his breaths becoming heavy and his mouth opening slightly to expose his fangs. Aizetsu takes a few steps further, wanting to take a peek in the room until he comes to a hard stop.

"L-Lord, Akaza!~" You moaned, loud enough for anyone outside the room to hear. Aizetsu's arousaled, heavy breaths soon turned into a panic once he heard upper 3's name and quickly covered his mouth with both hands. He was screwed. He got so caught up in your scent, thinking it's just you masturbating alone in the room. The thought of you being with someone didn't hit him until now.

Aizetsu knew very well that male demons are very possessive over their partners, especially during sex. He knew that, yet he just couldn't seem to leave. Your moans were so pretty, and the sounds of the skin smacking against each other roughly made Aizetsu more excited than he realized.

"That's my girl. looking so pretty when you take it. Haa~ you're gonna make me cum just from your pretty moans alone beautiful" Akaza said with his hands grabbing at your tits and giving each nipple a lick. "Akaza... a-aah akaza!" Your whimper softly and your back started to arch reaching your orgasm.

"Yeah? Gonna cum? Be a good girl and cum on my cock" Akaza chuckles, fucking you more roughly. "Yes, lord akaza~ haa~ I'll be a good girl." You become a moaning and even scream in pleasure until you cummed.

Aizetsu couldn't help but whimper in his hands softly. Did you really have to sound like that? His eyes trailed down to look at his dick printed out through his pants and sighed softly. He knew this would happen since he made the choice to stay and listen to your sweet moans but now he needed to leave to take care of himself. In this state, it would only embarrass him if muzan came back to see him like this.

Aizetsu uncovers his mouth and grips onto his spear tightly. His eye brows rised high in some worry, hoping he dose not make a sound on his attempted leave and started by lifting his foot to take a step away from the door. "Where is it you think you're going. Upper four" Akaza's low, yet formal voice calls out to him. Aizetsu felt like eyes were watching him through the wall and a chilling sensation hitting his body, causing a cold sweat to run down his face.

Aizetsu couldn't think of excuse. There was no way out of this, and it would be futile to try and outrun akaza if he wanted to run away. Aizetsu's hands and knees fell to the ground without thought and rested his head gently on his hands to bow. "i-im sorry. I'm sorry, Lord akaza. How sad... I didn't mean to interpret you with my presence. Please forgive me." he begged, rather wanting to be beheaded then scolded.

Faint whispers came from the room before Akaza spoke again. "Come in," Akaza said, rustling with the blanket to put over his lap and cover his lower half. Aizetsu lifted his head from the ground in confusion, hoping he heard Akaza right. "I will not repeat myself," Akaza said in a harsh in his tone, showing clear annoyance at the slow obedience.

Aizetsu quickly rushed up and put his hands together and over his crotch to hide his erection. He uses his elbow to slide open the door, and his eyes widen at the site. You were sitting next to Akaza wearing a silk, see-through night gown. "He's cute~" You giggled and sat up more to make your arms squish your boobs together. Aizetsu's eyes softened again, and his mouth opened slightly to let out a deep sigh with his eyes narrowed down at your boobs.

Although your night gown is see-through, Aizetsu couldn't help but bit his bottom lip at how your harden nipples blug out through your clothing. "Hey." You said to catch his attention and your arm covering your boobs as you began to crawl towards Aizetsu on the bed. "Yes ma'am?" His voice quivered and pressed his held hands together on his buld to hide it as you came closer to him.

"Ma'am? How charming." You smirked and came to the edge of the bed. "How about you come join us, upper four?" You asked seductively and stood close enough for your boobs to almost press on his chest and looked at him with pleading eyes yet still having that smirk on your face. Aizetsu risked it and took a glance at your boobs, biting his bottom lip harder and felt himself getting more aroused in his pants. However, Aizetsu had to calm down and sighed.

"It's sad, really. To turn down an offer like that.... I wouldn't want to make Lord Akaza upset..." Aizetsu said with a bummed out tone. "I called you in this room, didn't I?" Akaza said, making Aizetsu have direct eye contact with him. "If I wanted to, I could've killed you before you even took another step closer to that door, but I didn't"

Akaza is right. He's known to despise all the upper ranks and is not afraid to be violent if he wanted to, especially to upper two and one. Despite knowing that Aizetsu was left with more confusion. What did Akaza want? and what did you want? He remained calm and broke his silence for the conversation to continue. "I guess you're right." He said and looked down.

"Be nice. He looks like he's going to cry." Your smirk turned into a soft, welcoming smile. "I appreciate you calling me ma'am, but my name is y/n." Your smile became wider and showed your fangs. "I know you have a name instead of "upper four." may you tell it to me?" You asked, and gentle took his hand away from his crotch, making him drope his spear and hold his hands in yours.

"A-Aizetsu," his face felt like it was heating up again from your touch when he looked at your face. "My name is Aizetsu... You're a beautiful woman," he spoke softly. "You're a handsome demon. Your eyes are so gorgeous, I want you to keep looking at me with those eyes," your arms started to wrap around Aizetsus's neck, pressing your boobs on his chest and being inches away from his lips.

"I have a proposal for you, Aizetsu," Akaza said with a smirk on his face. "What is it-" Before Aizetsu could turn to look at Akaza, you placed your hand on his cheek gently and turned his gaze back to you. "You can hear but keep your eyes on me~" You smiled. Aizetsu gulps "Okay, y/n.." his voiced quivered softly and his jaw tightening, clenching his teeth together to hold himself back from kissing you.

"How about you fuck y/n in front of me" Akaza bluntly said and began to man spread on the bed as he watches you all over Aizetsu. "Im afraid i don't follow.." Aizetsu said and made Akaza, and you chuckle. "I just can't help but fantasize about my beautiful y/n getting fucked from behind in front of me. I want to see her fucked out face and her body jerk roughly when she takes it" Akaza said and grabs his hard cock through the blanket at the thought.

"I may not be an upper rank, but even a regular demon has good hearing," you said, slipping your hand in his kimono. "Is this okay, Aizetsu?" You asked, and he nods his head. "I know a demon has good hearing... b-but why bring that up?" Hos voice shakes when he feels your hand rub on his bare chest. "I heard those whimpers you made. Your voice is so cute." You said and began to undress Aizetsu from the top further.

Aizetsu felt embarrassed at your call out but also feeling weak in your touch. "You have such nice skin," you said, letting the top part of his kimono fall to his hips to expose his upper body and admire his beautiful dark skin. Your hands touch his chest, then his biceps and then his slim waist. "I was right to pick him for your desired fantasy, Lord Akaza... I want him so badly," you said and kissed Aizetsu's chest, making him let out a soft moan.

"Do you accept? Y/n seems to he getting needy for you," Akaza asked and waited for this response. "If you don't want to, then you're welcome to leave. After all, it'll get rough. " Akaza smirks, and so did you.

"No. I accept your offer," Aizetsu said.

"Catch me," you said and jumped from the ground and wrapped your legs around Aizetsu's waist. He catches you and holds you up with both his hands on your ass. "She's gorgeous, isn't she?" Akaza asked with a dark chuckle. "Very gorgeous." Aizetsu said and grabbed your ass in his hold.

"Can I kiss her?" He asked Akaza, then looked up at you. "Can I kiss you?" He asked, pressing his mouth between the space of your boobs. "Yes," both you and Akaza answered, giving Aizetsu the confidence to kiss you.

"mhm~," you moaned softly as your head leaned down to press your lips on Aizetsu's, giving him a soft peck, and then pulled back. "Is this your first time kissing someone?" You smiled and kissed his nose, then turned your head to the side to kiss at his pointy ears. Aizetsu frowned. "It's sad, isn't it? I don't have experience in kissing nor sex. It makes me sad that I could fail this." His head falls between your boobs to hide his face.

Akaza groaned. "You're lucky I'm in a good mood for this. Sit on that chair with y/n." he points to the chair next to the bed. Aizetsu didn't hesitate to obey and walked to the chair with you in his arms and sat down, placing you on his lap gently. "You're doing fine. Stop being so damn sad. It was just a small kiss she gave." akaza crossed his arms.

"Then again, you're a literal clone, so it is your main purpose in this life it to be sad and miserable, but right now isn't the time. Be grateful I'm assisting you. Just kiss her lips. Right now, you're in charge of her pleasure," he said with his arms still crossed. "You're doing fine already. I love the way you grab my ass... do it again, please, " you asked and leaned in for deep, passionate kiss.

Aizetsu nods at Akaza's instructions, and then his hands slip under your night gown up and grabs at your ass lightly. His eyes closed, and his mouth opened slightly once he felt your tongue press on his. Aizetsu let out a gentle sigh as his 'sorrow' tongue made its way inside your mouth. "That's it. During this start to touch her body more" Akaza instructed again and now palming his cock as he watch your hips grind softly in Aizetsu's touch.

Aizetsu moaned softly when he felt you adjust yourself to sit on his cock and grinding your hips slowly. A hand leaves your ass and makes its way up to your boob. He roughly grabbed it at first but started to softly grope and massage you tit and then lead using his thumb and finger and play with your nipple.

Aizetsu could taste your heavy breathing in the kiss, and you could taste his as your tounges play with each other in your mouths. "Good choice to go for the nipples. She loves that, don't you y/n?" Akaza called out purposely and smirked when you opened an eye to look at him, exposing your little fetish.

"Y/n~" Aizetsu pulls away from the kiss, having both your tounges stick out and a thin line of Salvia connect you two for a moment. "If you like having your nipples played with... c-can I suck on them?" He asked and rubbed his thumbs in circles over both your nipples. "Aizetsu~" you moaned his name and grind your pussy harder over his clothed cock.

"So sensitive.. You're so pretty when you moan my name." Aizetsu let out a heavy breath and watched as your body trembles as he plays with you. "What eles dose she like lord Akaza," he asked, and you whined, "What's wrong, princess? I know how shy you can be when saying what you want. Let me tell him," akaza teased and chuckles at your cute pout.

"Y/n loves her clit being played with while you suck on her nipples. Having her grind on your cock it better, if you can't tell since he's been grinding on your hakama pants this whole time" Akaza couldn't help but chuckle at you both but Aizetsu takes note and pulls his pants down just enough to expose his cock.

"Is this okay?" He looks at you with his frowned eye brows and his pretty blue eyes. Aizetsu pulled your hips to make your pussy make contact with his cock and watches you nod. He leans down and hums when his tongue makes contact with your nipple.

Your head falls back with soft moans, escaping your throat as you hold onto his shoulders, almost digging your nails into his skin. Your moans grew louder when you felt his thick veins on his hard cock brush past your wet folds as you grind upwards. Aizetsu moaned on your nipple at your actions, pressing his cock against his stomach to grind your pussy.

"You're being such a good girl for Aizetsu aren't you y/n" Akaza's breaths slightly shake with his hand stroking his cock and watches you desperately plesure yourself just from grinding on Aizetsu. "Yes~ y-yes~" you answered and speak your hand down to grab at Aizetsu's cock in your hand making him but down on your nipple.

"Y/n," he moaned. "I want to be inside you. You're pussy feels so good on my cock b-but I bet it would feel better inside your pretty pussy" he said and uses his thumb to move your fold to see your wetness "you're so wet for me. Can I fuck you now? Please? I wanna hear you say it too" Aizetsu whimpers and uses his free hand to place on your back to support you as he starts to rub his tip on your wet hole and beginning to thrust it in and out.

"I want you inside me too," you moaned at the feeling and grabbed his wrist to stop him and then go to the edge of the bed. You were in Akaza's direct line of eye site and rest half your body on the bed with your feet on the ground but spread apart. You look at Akaza with begging eyes and he chuckles "you want two cock at once mm? You've been a good girl, so I'll allow it," he said and looked at Aizetsu. "Get over here.

"Yes, lord Akaza." Aizetsu got up from the chair and walked over to stand behind you. He looks down at you, spread out for him, and grabs a handful of your ass. Aizetsu admires your body from behind and starts to become more bold "can you shake your ass a little?" He asked, and you did as he said. You yelped once you felt his hand spank you, and you looked over. "Hurry..." You begged.

Akaza scoots himself to the edge of the bed. He used his large hands to grab both your ass to spread you open more. "Before you fuck her I wanna play with her pretty pussy again" akaza said and slips his thick fingers inside and fingers you. "Lord akaza!" You moaned loudly with your back arching and almost standing on your tippy toes. "What's wrong, pretty girl? You're pussy was begging to be stuffed wasn't it?" Akaza asked and kissed your ass cheek continuing to finger fuck you faster.

"More~" you managed to say. Akaza watched Aizetsu practically stand behind you, almost drolling and watches his cock twitch. "Lick her clit. When you make her cum she feels so fucking good when you put your cock inside" Akaza said curling his fingers deeper inside of you.

While Akaza has one hand holding your ass cheek open and his other hand having his fingers to fuck your pussy, Aizetsu gets down on his knees and uses his hand to hold your other ass cheek open. He brings his head down to your clit and sticks his tounge out, pressing his tounge flat on your clit. "Oh my god!" You moan having your nails dig into sheets, your legs shaking from having both the demon men play with your clit from behind.

Aizetsu moans on your throbbing clit while tasting your juices leaking out everytime Akaza pumped his fingers inside of you. "Right there!" You whined "be a good girl and cum. Let Aizetsu taste more of you," Akaza said and gave your ass a bite, sinking his fangs in and groans at your pussy tightening around his fingers.

You've reached your orgasm and creamed on Akaza's fingers. Aizetsu catches some of your cream leaking down and licks it up, slowly stopping his tongue and pulling his mouth off you. "Are you ready for more, baby?" Akaza asked and watches you weakly nod.

Akaza holds open your ass cheeks again and looks at Aizetsu. "You can put it in yourself. I'm not helping you with that," akaza joked, making you chuckle and shaked your head. Aizetsu couldn't help but smile at the comment, feeling more comfortable.

Aizetsu remembers before that you liked having your clit teased so he takes his cock and rubs his tip on your clit slowly. "Looks like you don't need my guidance anymore." Akaza chuckles. Aizetsu lined his cock and pushed the tip past your folds and beginning to push his length inside. "Oh fuck Aizetsu~" you whispered and lift your head from the sheets as you felt his cock half way inside, opening your up.

"Haaa~ you're pussy feels so good" Aizetsu lets out a longish moaned and shuts his eyes at the feeling of your warm, wet walls sucking him in half way. "Y/n~" he moans your name and begins to thrust his hips slow and fucking the rest of his length inside you. "A-am I being too rough? Is this ok?" He asked with soft broken moans between his sentences.

"It's so good~" Your moans drag out, and your sharp nails dig into the sheets. "Keep going~ You and Akaza prepared me, remember?" You giggled with broken moans, "so it doesn't hurt. Be as rough as you want to. I love it!" You said. Aizetsu's thrusts began to sped up at your words and his hands grabbing your hips tighter with his nails digging into your skin.

"Hah~ Her pussy looks so pretty taking my cock" Aizetsu's mouth fell open, becoming a moaning mess and getting pussy drunk. His eyes are locked on your pussy and watching his veiny cock slide in and out easily and seeing your cream form a white ring around his cock.

"Oh yeah, it almost slipped my mind. There's one rule I have for you," Akaza said, stepping closer to Aizetsu and smirking at how your ass jiggles from the back shots. "A rule? What is it?" Aizetsu asked, not fully focused until his vision was at akaza and a painful tug on his hair, causing his thrusts to come to a full stop. Akaza had grabbed a fist full of his hair and looked at him with murderous eyes. "Don't you dare cum inside her inside her." He said and kept his grip.

"U-understood..." Aizetsu whimpers softly with a nod. He gasped at his release and watched as akaza went on the bed in front of you "continue to fuck her. But more roughly now," Akaza said as if he didn't just scare Aizetsu out of his mind. Aizetsu continued to continued, now fucking you more hard and watches as your pussy and your hole thob and your moans becoming louder.

Akaza's hand grabs under your chin with a chuckle and squished your cheeks lightly. "That face really turns me on," he said and slipped his thumb in your hung open mouth and watched your drool spill from your lips. "Cock drunk already? You look so pretty getting fucked. Maybe next time Aizetsu can fuck you in front of a mirror to see how pretty you look" Akaza said slipping his fingers inside your mouth playing with your tounge.

"Lord A-Akaza~," you managed to call out with your tongue being played with and started to suck on fingers. "Sucking on the wrong thing pretty girl" he said and holds his cock to your face. "This is what you should be sucking on. C'mon. Suck it like the good girl you are, yeah?" Akaza rushed his tip past your wet lips until you opened your mouth to take his cock in your mouth.

You bob your head and use your hand to hold his cock in place while moaning on it. "Ah~ she got so tight at your praise. You really are a good girl," Aizetsu said and snapped his hips harder, making your body jerk forward and his skin smacking on yours. "Taking two big cocks at once and being so pretty while you do~ haa you clench around me so hard, do you like being called pretty?" Aizetsu asked and watched as you nod your head with Akaza's cock in your mouth.

"Pretty girl who's sucking this cock just right" akaza pet's your head "while creaming on the other~ fuck I'm gonna cum in your mouth. Can i fuck your throat pretty girl?" Akaza asked. You nod your head and took your hand off his cock to place your both your hands on his thighs, holding them tightly. Akaza flexes his abs, laying back slightly as he starts to thrust his hips upwards while grabbing onto your hair.

"Breathe through your nose. Yes, that's it~ You're doing so good. Such a good girl," Akaza moaned. You felt his cock hit the back of your throat and breathing heavy through your nose while moaning with small gagging sounds. "Get ready to swollow it. Fuck~ I know you can do it baby" Akaza's body lays back fully and his head going back "fuck I'm cumming~" he moaned clenching his teeth together as he cums down your throat.

"M-me too" Aizetsu whimpers and leaned down to rub at your clit while moaning in your ear. "I'm cumming I'm cumming I'm c-cumming!" Aizetsu gasped and sat up quickly to pulls his cock out, almost forgetting Akaza's rule and shoots out his cum onto your onto your pussy.

Aizetsu went back to rubbing your cum covered pussy and watches your legs shake intensely as you squirt on his hand. Once you've drank all his cum your mouth quickly pulls off his cock, screaming in pleasure until your squirting came to and end.

The room was filled with heavy breaths calming down from the intense orgasms. Akaza slowly got up from the bed to see your fucked out pussy and then looked at Aizetsu "I'm serious. You'd be dead if you came in her, but good job for making her squirt," he said, and Aizetsu only nodded.

"Go see if lord muzan has arrived yet. I still don't sense his presents. I have to take care of y/n right now," Akaza said, looking at your head and resting on his thigh. He smiles and begins to pet your head softly while looking at Aizetsu. "I'll let you join next time. How does that sound?" Akaza asked, and you looked at Aizetsu with a weak smile and giving him a flirtatious wink.

"I will definitely join next time..."

#demon slayer smut #kny smut #akaza x reader #akaza smut #aizetsu x reader #aizetsu smut

[sixpennydame]

I BEG OF YOU. I'LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT. Never Have I Ever is too good please make it an ongoing series, oh gosh I fell in love again. 😩

Hi Anon! This is for you..

Never Have I Ever, Part 2

Part 1

Levi x fem!reader

C/W: Canonverse, Levi being awkward about love, hangovers, mentions of alcohol / drunkenness, fluff

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Levi was hungover, no doubt about it.

He never really drank much, but he figured with his above-average physical strength, he’d be able to quickly get over a hangover.

He was wrong.

Riding back to Headquarters after that night was agony; every noise felt like a cacophony in his head, and the bright sun hurt his eyes. His head was pounding like a drum.

Looking at him, though, you’d never suspect it. He still had that same, slightly pissed-off look on his face, so when you rode up to him, you expected him to just be his normal self.

But you and he knew things weren’t normal between the two of you anymore. You’d done something, but both of you were still trying to put those pieces of the night together.

You remember going to the bathroom, and when you came out, Levi was there in the hallway. Before you could ask him what he was doing there, he’d grabbed your arm and pulled you into him, his lips immediately meeting yours. The rest is hazy, but you can slightly remember you kissing down his neck to his collarbone, where you…

Oh my god, you thought to yourself, you’d left a huge kiss mark on him. You remember smiling into his neck as he took in a sharp breath in reaction to the sensation, his hands on your buttocks.

This morning, you notice he’s wearing his cravat a little tighter than he normally does, but his face is unreadable. Is he angry at you? Annoyed? He was the one that started kissing you, but maybe he doesn’t even remember doing that. You decide to take a chance and start talking.

“Fun night last night, huh?” you say with a small laugh.

“Yeah, it was…fun,” is his only reply and he doesn’t even look at you.

You try again. “But I’m afraid I drank too much during that game and I can barely remember anything after that,” he looks over at you when you say that. “How about you?”

“Nope. Nothing.” His answer is curt.

There’s no way he didn’t notice the kiss mark you left on his skin. Does he hate you for it now? “Listen, Levi, I -”

“I need to go talk with Hange for a minute. We’ll talk later,” he cuts you off as he rides ahead, leaving you toward the back of the group.

When Levi makes it to Hange, they’re humming a song. “How can you even be humming right now? I saw you down almost a whole bottle of gin.”

“Easy,” they smirk, “I drink a concoction of ginger, charcoal, and turmeric before I know I’m going to drink alcohol and it keeps me from getting a hangover.” They push their glasses up. “You see the mineral compound in charcoal works with the ginger to..”

Levi rolls his eyes. “I don’t need to know the science, Four-Eyes.”

“Ok, ok, but maybe you need to know how to treat someone after you make out with them…or whatever you two did,” Hange says, a little loudly for Levi’s comfort.

“Shh..shh..” Levi looks around to see if anyone was listening, “I don’t need everyone knowing my business.”

Hange laughs. “Levi…it’s no secret to anyone at that bar that you and Reader have got the hots for each other.” Hange looks at Levi, but the look on his face tells them he has no idea what they’re talking about. “I mean, you both were gone for a while, then you went over to a table in a corner by yourselves, and then you both left the bar together.”

“We…did?” Levi can’t believe he doesn’t remember any of this. In fact, he wouldn’t believe it if not for the mark on his neck. He feels so stupid. What if he overstepped his boundaries with you last night? How does he apologize for something he can’t even remember?

Hange and Levi both hear you laugh as you ride by with a few comrades. Your eyes linger on Levi for a moment, then they look away to focus again on the group. Levi’s eyes, however, stay on you for a few second longer.

Hange smiles. “You should talk to her. Tell her how you feel.”

“I…can’t,” Levi sighs, “I’ve never really done this before.” His voice gets even lower, “And what if she doesn’t even like me? Maybe it was just the alcohol.”

“Oh I doubt that very much.” Hange laughs. “Besides, you’ve liked each other for a while, but were both too stubborn to admit it. You know what they say… In wine, there is truth..”

When you all arrived back to headquarters, Levi stables his horse and goes straight to his quarters. Maybe Hange was right - maybe the alcohol tore down enough of his defenses for you to see how much he cared for you. How much he wanted you. And you must want him too, right? He takes off his cravat and pulls down his shirt to look at the purple mark. He presses on it, hoping in some way that the slight pain might jog some memories.

But he does remember touching you, pressing his body against you. Shit, if he could only remember more..

He paces the room, conflicted about what to do. “Fuck it,” he finally says to himself. He needs to talk to you. Clear the air once and for all.

When he opens his door, you’re standing there, hand up in a fist as if you were about to knock.

“Hey…” you say awkwardly, “can we talk?”

“Yeah, sure. I was just coming to look for you.” His heart is beating fast as he opens his door wider to invite you in.

“I drank a lot last night, as you know,” you confess, “and I think…some things might have happened between us. Things I can’t exactly remember.” You blush.

“I’ll admit, I can’t remember either.” Levi runs his hands through hair, clearly embarrassed. “And if I crossed any lines last night, I sincerely apologize.”

You walk over to him. “No, no. That’s the thing: I…wanted to be with you last night.” You’re face is getting hot; you can’t believe you’re finally saying it out loud.

He moves closer to you, his own cheeks turning flush. “I wanted it too. I want…” he runs his thumb across your plump lips, “…you.”

He can’t resist anymore - he has to kiss you. His lips hover over yours and then he stops. “Is this ok?”

“It’s more than ok,” you reply as you grab his shirt and pull him closer to you. His lips are so soft when they move against yours. As you both come up for breath, you start kissing his jaw, then down his neck, and that’s when you see the bruise you left.

You smile. “I hate that I can’t remember what we did last night.”

He takes your chin to lift up your head, then he starts kissing down your neck, sucking in almost the same place you’d left your mark. “Well then, let’s work on making some new memories.”

#we are now entering smut territory #who wants a part 3? #ask sailor #levi x reader #levi ackerman #levi drabble #levi ackerman drabbles #anon asks #tw; alcohol

[panicatthediaz]

My, my, looks who's alive! Another fic of mine has been consuming my thoughts. I just finished the first chapter for that one at a little over 6k words. Fun stuff. I want to post that one for Halloween (though with the Steddie big bang, who knows), but we'll see. I might hold off on that one and try an focus on this one once more? We'll see. For now, enjoy! Oh, if the @ tags don't work, or if you just don't want to be tagged like that, I'll also be using the "Pin a String fic" tag :)

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Pin a String to My Chest – 12

The reunion

Wayne had been coming to work as usual during the week Eddie was missing, confident that he'd show up fine, returning from an improvised trip he and the older boys from the club decided to go on. Nevermind the fact that Eddie hadn't called; he'd never failed to let Wayne know where he was before.

He knew Eddie wouldn't have killed that girl, maybe someone just broke into their trailer—

A full week after finding her body in the trailer, he got a call from the hospital, saying that Eddie had been admitted during the night. He spent the rest of that day as well as the night there. The next morning, the press announced his kid's innocence — to some people's surprise, apparently, if the nonsensical noise he heard from the TV was anything to go by.

They went on about a man called Peter Ballard, obsessed with the Creel murders and determined to recreate them. He chose their targets, stalked them, and killed them a few days later. Chrissy Cunningham happened to be most vulnerable when she decided to reconnect with an old middle school acquaintance.

Wayne didn't pay much attention to the TV after that. He made the calls he had to in order to stay with Eddie in the hospital, but he'd still have to work some nights. Not many, but some.

He met the people who claimed to have helped Eddie, and despite the insane story they all told him, he found he believed them. Hopper coming back from the dead — or wherever he was taken to, he supposed — and confirming it all helped. A little.

The Henderson kid was there as often as he could, often doing his homework next to Eddie's bed and talking about it as if Eddie would reply to him at any moment, tired of all the science talk. Wayne worried about the kid, but he didn't know what to tell him, especially not when the first thing he did was hand over Eddie's necklace.

Dustin was there. With him, the Wheeler girl had said. Wayne couldn't imagine what that must have been like.

Eddie had been admitted ten days ago. This was the third night Wayne had to go to work since then. He'd been doing his best to ignore the guilty looks as much as the disbelieving ones, and so far, no one had tried talking about it all in his vicinity. Now, he knew people were talking elsewhere, but as long as he didn't hear it, it should be fine.

Wayne shouldn't be here. He knew that, his coworkers knew that, his boss knew that, but apparently he didn't have a choice.

The call came close to 4 am, about two hours before the end of his shift. One of the supervisors, a man he could never remember the name of given how rarely he saw him, called out for him, saying there was someone on the phone.

"It's from Hawkins General," he clarified softly once Wayne was close enough. "Didn't say much, but I assume it's about your nephew."

Wayne was quick to thank him and walk into the office. He picked up the phone with a deep breath.

"Hello? This is Wayne Munson."

"Mr. Munson," a woman answered, sounding too chirpy for the hour. "It's Linda." Right, Eddie's nurse every other night. She was one of the nicest ones he'd met so far, always a kind word and gentle touches where his nephew was concerned. "You might want to get here soon, Eddie just woke up."

She had promised to call him if anything happened, personally. Wayne's heart was racing, at first for the fact she was calling at all, but then for the fact that Eddie had woken up. She spoke some more, though he wasn't sure he absorbed much of it.

He hung up with a promise to be there as soon as possible. He spoke briefly to his supervisor before the man was waving him off.

"Just go, I got this."

He never drove so quickly in his life.

Linda was waiting for him at the front desk, her smile widening when she saw the state he arrived in.

"I told you he was tired, Mr. Munson," she said, turning to walk further into the hospital without preambles. "You could have taken your time driving."

Wayne shook his head even though she couldn't see it. "You said he asked for me? No way in hell I'm keepin' him waiting."

Linda didn't try making small talk after that, leading the way to Eddie's room. Not that Wayne needed directions after spending most of the last ten days here, but the sentiment was nice.

She opened the door gently, letting Wayne step in first. Eddie seemed to be asleep, but it was clear he had woken up at some point; the thin blanket covered only half of his uninjured leg, the other slightly elevated with a pillow. It looked like Eddie had tried to move around. His left arm was in a sling, probably to keep him from stretching the wound on his chest and shoulder.

"Let me know if you need anything," Linda said from the door.

Wayne nodded absently as she closed the door. He moved the chair closer to Eddie's bed, the scraping noise enough to make his nephew's face scrunch up.

"Hey, kid." He kept his voice soft, not wanting to disturb Eddie if he wasn't awake but letting him know he was there just in case.

"Wayne?"

God, the kid's voice was rough. He gently patted Eddie's forearm, avoiding the bandages, and kept his hand there.

Eddie's eyes fluttered open, face creasing in drowsiness and confusion. "You…?"

"I'm here, Eddie," he reassured. He was probably smiling a little too wide for what Eddie was used to, but he didn't really care. Wayne helped him drink some water from a cup left on his bedside before asking, "How are you feeling?"

Eddie moved to shrug a little, but grimaced in pain. "Achy," he said, with a scrunched up expression that told the discomfort was a little deeper than that. "What happened?"

Wayne shook his head. There wasn't much point in talking about it when Eddie looked on the verge of sleep once more. If Eddie had actually forgotten the circumstances of his injuries, he guessed having the rest of his little monster slaying group around would help more than Wayne talking about it could.

"We'll talk when I'm sure you won't forget it."

Eddie hummed, nodding slowly. "Stayin'?" He asked, slipping into an accent that didn't come out often. His eyes slipped close, head slightly turned to him. "Missed you."

"I missed you too, kid." He squeezed the arm he was still holding. "I'm not goin' anywhere, go back to sleep."

Wayne made himself as comfortable in the hospital chair as he could, not once letting go of his nephew. The kid seemed relaxed, though that might be the work of the painkillers; Wayne had been told the state Eddie arrived in, and he guessed the painkillers would be needed for a while.

Minutes passed in silence, as Wayne watched Eddie breathe. It had become routine, making sure his nephew was still there. It was because of that routine that Wayne saw his face contorting into a frown right before he groaned.

"Eddie?" He asked, leaning closer to him. "Are you okay? What's wrong?"

"Thinkin'," he mumbled, slurring with sleep. "Not goin' to the concert next week, huh?"

"That's, uh, that's tomorrow, actually." Eddie let out a questioning noise that sounded awfully confused. "It's…" He trailed off, glancing backwards at the clock on the wall. "It's almost 5 am on April 7th, kid."

Eddie was staring at him, confusion clear in his eyes despite the low light. He looked away after a moment, turning his gaze forward.

"Oh," he whispered. He took a deep breath — as deep as he could, all things considered. "Okay."

Wayne couldn't help but raise a brow at his non-reaction. Eddie had been excited for this concert for weeks, going on rants about the concert whenever he lay eyes on the tickets that Wayne was safekeeping. Metallica and Ozzy. Eddie had learned a song or another from one of them, Wayne couldn't tell which one. He'd spent so much time practicing it…

"Don't look at me like that," Eddie mumbled, frowning. "Can't do shit about it now." He pulled his arm free of Wayne's hold and slowly rubbed his eyes. "Should've just—"

"Not been attacked?"

Eddie froze. So he did remember. He slowly turned to look at Wayne, who wanted to grimace as the movement seemed to stretch the bandage on Eddie's neck. His eyes were wide, looking afraid in a way Wayne hadn't seen since Lauren brought him over at 7 years old.

"I—I didn't…" His breathing picked up, and his hand pressed against the bandage on his chest. "I didn't do it." He shook his head, grimacing. "I wouldn't—"

I wouldn't hurt them.

Eddie couldn't finish his sentence, but the desperation in his eyes made it clear what he wanted to say. Wayne knew he didn't do it, that he would never hurt anyone. He knew who the actual murderer was.

"Eddie, son," he grabbed his hand, one of the few areas free of bandages. "I know, okay?" Eddie's gaze was fleeting between his eyes, looking for a catch he wouldn't find. "I need you to breathe, Eddie, as deep as you can."

It took a couple of minutes and many repeated words before Eddie was breathing easily once more. He was frowning, clenching his hand around Wayne's fingers.

"There you are," Wayne said softly. "Your new gaggle of friends made sure I knew what was going on."

Eddie's expression didn't change, but he nodded. "You… You believe 'em?"

"Got no reason not to." He shrugged. "Hopper coming back from wherever he was sure helped."

Eddie opened his mouth to question it, most likely, but all that came out was a tired sigh. "Sure, whatever."

Chuckling, Wayne patted Eddie's head, making a bigger mess of the kid's hair. He was sure that Eddie would demand a wash soon.

"Get some rest, son, I'll be here."

Eddie hummed and, surprisingly obedient, closed his eyes. He moved a little to adjust himself on the bed and was out almost as soon as he got comfortable.

It wasn't long before Wayne fell asleep as well, more tired than he'd realized after a nearly full shift.

#asexual Eddie Munson #Stranger Things #Eddie Munson #Steddie #Stranger Things fic #Steddie fic #Eddie Munson fic #ace!Eddie Munson #asexuality #Wayne Munson #Steve Harrington #Dustin Henderson #wereswriting #Pin a String fic #These segments are just getting progressively longer

[silverware-is-interesting]

You got mail

Hey uhh I wanted to remind you about the job you took and how it works around and how the crew moves

The new company robots do tend to move around at night mostly kinito there may be a chance of him asking you questions on your computer but I left an answer sheet just in case if you get questions about kinitos origins the rest of the questions are easy to answer but someone died once from answering a personal question something about “a new future and forever fun” i really don’t get it

Sam is probably the most confusing out of the two he usually plays the drums when jade and kinito aren’t around but tends to get aggressive when the same song plays in the background I suggest to change the song once he hits every part on the drum making noise might make it impossible to hear the others move if his drum breaks except him to be at his house with jade they hang out time to time

Anyways I heard strange rumor about the last guy he wad found dead one day his whole body was mangled and was hard to tell on which worker it was but his picture was covered in a splash of blood and kinda made it easy to recognize I don’t get why the company allows the robots to act this way but either way sales have been rising so I guess we can’t stop them

Jade is also a tricky one she always tries to play songs on her guitar but fails once in a while she carries around broken parts and may go to your desk to ask for help on fixing them one wrong part and uhh… off goes your organs it’s hard to explain

did you just fnaf-ify my au??

actually. i'm alright with this, the characterization for the au is a biit off though so i'll just add what i think a fnaf-esc version of the band au would be kinito is the most accurate, but i think he'd just be at the door asking you things rather than in the computer. the answer sheet is clever though. he'd probably kill you if you don't answer things the way he wants you to though. so you shut the door on him, right? well, yeah, if you shut it on him during the "questionnaire" (or don't answer in a specific timeframe, there's audio ques, voicelines, that let you know when you're running low on time though) he'll go to the other door until your shift is over or he kills you sam is pretty good, but i think his mechanic would be different, since that could be a bit confusing for players or 'employees' i suppose. so it'd probably be different (personality-wise i think he's be the most likely to not mind 1 song repeating) so i think jade and sam would almost switch mechanics almost??

like, sam would still get a bit aggressive and i think jade would get you to fix her guitar (or get her a new one, she probably breaks them semi-regularly) and if you mess up or she gets impatient? you're royally DEAD! sam is basically like a kinda different foxy (think the hide-and-seek section of kinitopet kind of). he just gets visibly more and more upset until you see a drum kit with noone in the seat then you have to find him and try to keep track of him or you get mauled, fun.

i kinda wanna draw these but i need to fix me sleep schedule so i have to do that tomorrow after school. but i'll rb this when/if i do

#silverware's shenanigans #this is actually pretty cool- #why do i always do this.

[madpencil]

Comfortember 2023

Day 1: Safe

Words: 825

Characters: Ochako Uraraka, Izuku Midoriya, minor Katsuki Bakugo, minor Tenya Iida, minor Class 1A

Description: Izuku needs someone to help him when he panics in the mjddle if the night. Ochako is that person.

Ochako couldn't sleep. The final battle was drawing near, and her own anxiety kept her awake. She lay under her covers with her eyes closed, but she just couldn't seem to fall asleep. Finally the girl gave up and got out of bed. She wandered to her bathroom and flicked the light on.

Her hair was messy and she looked tired. Ochako was tired. She turned the faucet on and cupped her hands. The water was cool on her hands and cold on her face. It was somewhat refreshing. The brunette was getting ready to do it again when she heard something. It sounded like a crash in the common area.

Ochako shut the water off and listened. It was quiet again. The noise wasn't just her imagination. She knew that much. She pat her hands dry on her t shirt and paced to her door. The girl opened it to see she wasn't the only one in the hallway.

Ashido stretched as she came out of her room.

"You heard that too." Ochako stated to the sleepy girl in the hall with her.

"Yep. What do you think that's about?" Mina asked as she rubbed her eyes. Ochako shrugged and started heading to the commons. She passed a few others on the way. Jiro and Denki were talking to eachother as they made their way down the stairs. Iida looked concerned. He and Ochako stayed close, and made it to the commons at the same time.

Tokoyami was in the kitchen with Midoriya. Dark shadow and Fumikage stood or floated around their classmate. Izuku was panicking and a couch was across the room. He paced through the sofas sobbing. Iida and Ochako looked at eachother for a moment and tried to decide how exactly to approach him.

"Pink cheeks. You talk to him." Uraraka turned around and faced Bakugo. He told her to go comfort him. Why her? She'd have to ask later. First she had to remove Tokoyami from his station. She slowly approached.

"I'll take him from here."

"That is fortunate. I attempted to get through to him with zero effect." She knew he had tried. It wasn't that he was bad at helping people, but he didn't want to hurt Midoriya.

"Izuku? What's wrong?" Ochako stepped closer to her friend. He paced and looked around. It seemed he didn't hear her. She got a little closer.

"Deku? Are you okay?" This time he looked toward here.

"Uraraka. I-I couldn't sleep and- there was someone outside. They wanted to get in and hurt us." Midoriya spoke quickly, his voice shaking with fear.

"I had to protect us. I had to!" The hero frantically motioned to the couch that had been throw."

"Thank you Deku, but we're safe in here. No one is getting in." She didn't truly believe there was someone outside. It was more that she didn't want him to feel stupid.

"But, they were there! They were there." He insisted and paced faster. He was getting lost in the idea they weren't safe. Ochako came closer until she was only a few steps away from her friend.

"Deku. We're safe. No one's going to get hurt. We're safe."

"But the‐"

"We're safe Izuku. You're safe." Ochako stood in front of him. It was then she had an idea as of to why she had to be the one to reach for him.

She had never feared him. She never stopped once when it came to helping him. During their joint training with class 1B she jumped in to save him, despite the dangerous outburst of black whip. It had been all the clas reached out when he went rouge. Iida may have been the one to secure him, and Bakugo the one who convinced him to stay, but it was Ochako who stood on the top of UA to defend him. She never cared about all the danger and risks and dirt. Ochako Uraraka never even saw it. She only saw Izuku Midoriya.

"What... what if someone is put there?"

"There's no one there Izuku. We're safe."

"But. All for one and Shigaraki-"

"Aren't here. It's okay. Nothing is going to happen." The idea that nothing would happen wasn't exactly true, but nothing more would happen tonight.

It seemed Izuku finally understood everything around him. His face dropped from him hysterics and he finally locked eyes with his classmate. The panic was replaced with pure sorrow and he cried softer. His knees gave, and both Ochako and him fell to the floor. Deku leaned into her shoulder and sobbed. He sobbed for everything he'd lost, everything he'd loose, and for all the worry he caused.

Uravity shifted him to be more comfortable in her lap and let him cry into her shoulder.

"It's alright Deku. Everyone is safe. You're safe." In that moment, Izuku believed it. He believed everyone was safe so long as Ochako Uraraka was there, including himself.

(@comfortember)

#mha ochako #ochaco uraraka #ochako uraraka #bnha #mha #izuku midoriya #class 1a #bnha izuku #deku #uravity #not beta read #comfortember #comfortember 2023

[chicchanmooshy]

Shades of grey, chapter 18 - Christmas at Usagi’s, part 1 (Preparations)

Sometimes live happens.. in my case in a good way. I’m sorry it took so long before I posted this chapter, but here it is. I wanted to better it, but it took forever to finish that and I didn't want to keep you waiting any longer.

@leosgirl82 @thelaundrybitch @roxosupreme @mysticboombox @turtle-babe83 @sewerninno @angelcatlowyn @raisin-shell 

warnings: mention tcest, 18+, lemon, nsfw

Ishtar woke up next to Michaelangelo. They had spend the night together in his bed. With the night crimes increasing again, the brothers were also more often gone during the night. Thinking they might appreciate their bed rest and Mickey being … needy... she had made the suggestion to sleep in his room, which he gladly accepted. Sleeping further down the hall, Ishtar and Mickey also didn't need to worry about the noise they were making during that night.

Still sleepy Ishtar moaned a little and snuggled closer to Mickey's chest. He responded with closing his arms tighter around her.

A knock on the door, but they didn't hear it. A few minutes later another knock, but this one went also unnoticed by the two. Then the door opened, Donnie came in, turned on the lights and said, “come on rabbits, waky waky, eggs and beacky!”

Ishtar groaned “sweet goddess, Donnie, it's still too early, five more minutes please?” At the first sign of the bright lights Mickey had shoved his head under the pillow, mumbling something unrecognizable.

“Hey, I'm just the messenger”, said Donnie. “You got thirty minutes before training starts. It's up to you if you still want to shower and have breakfast”, he announced very happy and with that he left.

Ishtar groaned again, yawned and tried to get up, only Mickey was still holding on to her. “Come on, Mike, let me go. I do need to shower before I can train .. and so do you!”

She left him in bed and took a shower. The warm water didn't wake her up and she forget about training, arriving just on time in the dojo, but without Mickey.

“Where is Michaelangelo?” asked Leonardo.

“In bed or in the kitchen, I don't know. I'm not his mother”, she said and yawned again.

“Excuse me?” Leo asked appalled by her answer. 'Why would she react in that way, without any respect?'

“I don't know where Mickey is now”, Ishtar sighed. “But I'm not responsible for him. I told him to get a shower and then left”, she shrugged.

“Okay, I'll talk to him later. Go do your thing.”

“Yeah, I know the drill”, she said and got to her work out.

After training and another shower she walked to the lab to do some work. Donatello followed her, but continued on his own projects. Hours later Leonardo popped his head in and said, “hey workaholics, dinner is ready. And I have something to tell all of you. You coming?”

“Aaah... aaahh... I'm coming Leo!” Ishtar fake moaned.

Leo looked at her, “don't start something you can't finish, sweetheart”, he said with a raised brow.

She tried to smile innocently but failed. Grinning she winked, “I'll finish this one pad and will join you then.”

Even though they haven't made love after that one whole day, she found it difficult to go back to being more submissive, realizing she actually wasn't submissive anymore. Maybe she never was.. Her character was usually calm and sweet. Sometimes she could react fiercely if someone got too close. But now that she'd tasted that alpha energy, a whole new world opened up for her. Of course she didn't try to defy Leonardo, but she just couldn't manage to make herself smaller to please him. That made their interaction a bit more difficult, given that they could collide a bit faster, like this morning in the dojo. And in the meantime when they were in each others presence, they had all kinds of sparks coming off them.

Just imagine; meditating together and feeling that he is super horny in that moment, she can almost feel what he wants to do with her. Gonna do to her, if she just give him a signal. But she haven't done that yet. This was her way of testing how long he can last without her in his bed.

She started to see more and more signs that it wouldn't be long now. She now had to decide to give him the signal, or wait for him to really loose it and go all crazy out on her. And both options excited her greatly. Especially considering the Leonardo hadn't shared himself with his brothers either. Maybe she should tell him he can made his needs known to her. But then she also had to take in account that he could jump her there and then. And what would he do to her? Would he still let her walk to his room? Or throw her over his shoulder, or even drag her? Or would he tear the clothes off her on the spot and fuck her hard against the wall? Gosh, now that she thought about it, she really had a thing for walls..

“Can I have your attention, please?” asked Leonardo at the dinner table. “As you all know, we will be leaving in a few days on our trip to Usagi's world to celebrate Christmas there. So I would like to ask you to make your things ready these days. And don't forget to pack your Christmas presents as well. Dad, will you be joining us? It's a warm climate there, this time of year.”

“Yes, I will join you this time. I would like to see Usagi and his family again”, Splinter said happily. “And I'm looking forward to the warm weather.”

Ishtar raised her hand, “uhm, I didn't know this trip was coming up. And as much as I like to come with you, I cannot..”

“And why is that?” asked Leonardo a little concerned.

“Er, I've got to finish my work. I wanted to celebrate the Winter Solstice here.. and.. er.. this is really embarrassing.. I haven't bought you any presents.. “ she said with a flushed face. “We.. er.. didn't celebrate Christmas with gifts, so.. I'm not used to that..”

“Hey, that's alright babycakes” said Michaelangelo cheerfully, placing an arm around her shoulders. “We only want you for Christmas”.

It wasn't even that difficult to make an earlier appointment to bring the stuff and collect her payment. They were very happy she could deliver earlier. During the holiday season their store always emptied faster, so the new stock was very welcome. Leonardo decided that Raphael would stay with Ishtar in the lair until the delivery was made. Raphael could protect her topside, keep her company the coming days and Raph also knew how and where to travel to Usagi's world.

Still embarrassed she barely dared to look at Leonardo. But he got up and walked to her. Cupping her face in his hands he said “call it corny or romantic, it is still the truth, we don't care about the presents, we only want you. But if you really want to buy us something, we can give you a list?” To seal the message he kissed her deeply. Almost leaving her breathless he then asked, “you said something about work? Can't that wait until we get back?”

“No, I have to deliver in two weeks. And I still have several days work to do. I can speed it up and call them to ask if I can bring it sooner. But it will still take me three of four days to finish it.. Is it okay if I travel to you after I delivered the work?”

“Hmm.. make your call first with them, see what is possible. We talk when we know more about it” he said reassuring. He then sat down on his haunches while thinking about something else. “Will you accept my sincere apologies for forgetting to tell you about this trip?”

Now it was her turn to cup his face in her hands. “Yes Leonardo, I accept your apologies and I forgive you.”

On the morning Donatello, Michaelangelo, Master Splinter and Leonardo were leaving, Raphael and Ishtar said their temporary goodbyes. Leo really hated it to leave her – and Raph -  behind. Especially during wintertime he preferred his family close by. Ishtar saw the sadness in his eyes and hugged him tight. “I know you don't like it, but I made a commitment with that company. And my sense of honor tells me to keep that promise.”

Leo nodded. Honor was something he knows really well, it was a part of him and his training.

“And of course I understand that you and me need to better communicate about our activities.” She could feel him tremble a little.

“You know Leo? It's alright to feel the things you feel now. Don't push it aside. These feelings have a right to be here. Feel them and learn from them, what it means to you. As long as those feelings don't control you, there's  nothing to worry about.”

Pulling apart from their hug he looked in wonder at her, “when did you become so wise?”

“Through live experience. Okay now, off you go. We will see you guys in three or four days. Safe travels!”

'Wow, his feelings move around fast! Big highs and deep lows. Time to lift his spirits again. Hopefully he can keep that energy up', she thought. “What? And leave all the sexy work to you? Shell no! I'll have plenty of energy left for you!”

When the portal closed Raphael turned to Ishtar, saying “a whole lair just for our selves! This is a rare treat! And I get to spend it with you, Ishtar. Do you have any idea how happy I am right now?”

Ishtar chuckled, “I have an inkling. Sooo.. what are you going to do now?”

“I was thinking to devour you..” he said needy.

“Oh sure you can..”

Raph hadn't expected that, “really?” and came at her with grasping hands. Ishtar easily avoided him and said “I'm all yours every night. But during the day, I have to work. Otherwise it will take too much time to finish..”

'Is she fucking kidding me?' His pout was just too cute, although she didn't tell him. She didn't want to hurt his pride.

“So, that's it, huh? Eat, work, sleep and repeat?” he asked gruffly.

“Most part, yes. But I won't forget the quality time I get to spend with you. And there is of course the sexy, devour time as well..” and winked at him.

Growling, Raph asked, “why not now? You know you want it too..”

“You damn well know why, Red. Because when you start with me, you won't be able to stop until we're both a spend mess, and I won't have energy left for hours, that's why! Soo.. during the day, I have to work.”

Again that pouty face of him, gosh he looked so adorable.

“Will you even have energy left during the night?” he asked disappointed.

Raphael was the sweetheart who called her for lunch and dinner. He'd even made a delicious soup to keep them both warm in the cold lair. That small gesture touched her deeply, it even touched deeper feelings she never knew she had for him. Realizing that she didn't just see him as a lover, but something more. It was a feeling she couldn't define yet. But trusting on her life experience, she knew there would be a definition for it soon.

Looking up at his face she saw so much longing in those beautiful eyes of his. 'Phew, how can I steer him in the right direction without him suddenly jumping me?' She pulled him down by his mask tails, kissing him long and deep. She put her forehead against his and said, “there are things I have to deal with in the next few days, and there are things I want to do that will keep me sane. And you are a big part of that” she ended in a whisper.

“Am I..?”

“Yes, you are Red. I need you, be close with me, preferable during night time” and kissed him again, leaving him purring.

Finally she could leave him there without worrying about his feelings, needs and the consequences. So she went to the lab to work, not wanting to think about the many hours she had to put into it today. It was a good thing she really liked doing this kind of work.

Their first night alone in the lair was... interesting. Ishtar had worked the whole day, but kept true to her word, she still had some physical energy left. But mentally she was exhausted. Raphael had of course noticed this. Again being a sweetheart he lay her in bed next to him and just let her sleep.

Somewhere around five Ishtar woke up refreshed. Knowing already too well to NOT wake Raphael up at such an early hour, she let him sleep. She used this free time to meditate. So she pulled a blanket around her shoulders and got comfortable at the end of the bed. She set a soft alarm for thirty minutes, though she wondered if she could last longer than that.

Within the hour Raphael started to wake slowly, searching the bed for Ishtar with his hand. When he only found a cold spot next to him, he was awake immediately. “Ishtar!” he shouted.

“Good morning Raphael, I'm right here”, she answered.

“Why did you leave the bed? And what time is it?”

“You don't wanna know the time. I woke up a while ago and have been meditating since. But now that you are awake..” she said crawling towards him, “I believe you will be hungry.. Shall I make you some breakfast in the kitchen, or would you like me for breakfast in bed?”

churr “Don't you have work to do?”

“Yes, but I need some sanity as well. Now, come here and devour me!”

Hours later Ishtar stumbled to the kitchen, desperate in need for some food. Raphael walked behind her, very proud of himself to see her walk this way, knowing it was of his doing.

“Shall I cook tonight?” she asked.

“Do you got time for that?”

“I'll make time. Do you like a curry?”

“Don't know, probably do.”

“Good, 'cause I like it.”

Ishtar didn't wanted to take any changes with this. While she sat in the lab she dismissed Raphael, because “it would spoil the surprise” and “this is worth the wait”. So she explained her plan in minimum words to April - because Raph was probably still listening in – and asked her to literally come pick up her list. Explaining to April when she asked if you could not just text the stuff, “because it's Raph's phone and he can read the text. And I made it easier for you, I already wrote some stores down, where to find all the presents. And the day after tomorrow I can pay you back in cash.”

They sat at the kitchen table, or at least, Raph sat on a chair. Ishtar was pulled on his lap. Eating was a bit difficult like this, because she blocked the view to his bowl of cereals. But Raphael wouldn't want it any other way. When the whole family was present,  this kind of intimacy wasn't possible.

While Ishtar chewed on her sandwich, Raph caressed her lower back. She really liked that and planted a kiss on his head. Suddenly she inhaled sharply, pulling her head up.

“What is it?” asked Raph surprised. “Did I hurt you? Was I too rough in bed?”

She smiled and reassured him. “No, I'm fine. You were amazing in bed. I just thought of the most perfect Christmas presents for you and your brothers. Even one for Master Splinter. Can I use your phone? I hope April can help me with this.”

“Yeah sure, babe, it's in my room. I'll get it for you after breakfast.”

When April arrived and looked at Ishtar's note she smiled approvingly at her. Ishtar quickly put a finger to her mouth to make sure April wouldn't say anything. “I'm sorry to ask you to do my Christmas shopping. I'm not used to it yet..”

April reassured Ishtar it wasn't a problem. This gave her inspiration as well, to do with Casey too. Smirking Ishtar replied, “Casey is one lucky guy. Should we exchange pictures of each other after the holidays of our gifts?”

“Yes, if we get a change to make a picture of it at all, we should!” April laughed.

Raphael really like the curry Ishtar made. After dinner Raph went watching a game on the television and Ishtar sat next to him on the couch. But instead of watching the game with him, she let her mind wander while working on her crochet project. 'What kind of Winter Solstice celebration should I have this time?' she thought. She made a list of all the things she knew about Yule. But of all the things she knew about it, she just thought of a Norse tale and mistletoe.

After she said her thanks again and goodbyes, Ishtar went to work again. She was happy she worked her ass off yesterday, she finished half of the work already. If she planned it right, it would leave her some time to perform a Winter Solstice ritual and crochet her present for Splinter. That present was something she couldn't keep from Raphael. When she took a break and worked on that, Raphael was curious of what she was making and she explained it. “Wow”, he responded. “Why didn't I think of that before? That is really the perfect gift, especially now during winter. How did ya come up with this idea?”

“I saw it online and instantly knew I had to make it.”

One story goes that mistletoe was the sacred plant of Frigga, goddess of love and the mother of Balder, the god of summer sun. Balder had a dream of death which greatly alarmed his mother, for should he die, all life on earth would end. In an attempt to keep this from happening, Frigga went at once to air, fire, water, earth and every animal and plant seeking a promise that no harm would come to her son. Balder now could not be hurt by anything on earth or under the earth. But Balder had one enemy, Loki, god of evil and he knew of one plant that Frigga had overlooked in her quest to keep her son safe. It grew neither on earth nor under the earth, but on apple or oak trees. It was lowly mistletoe. So Loki made an arrow tip of the mistletoe, gave it to the blind god of winter Hodr, who shot it, striking Balder dead. The sky paled and all things in earth and heaven wept for the sun god. For three days each element tried to bring back Balder to life. He was finally restored by Frigga. It is said the tears she shed for her son turned into the pearly white berries on the mistletoe plant and in her joy Frigga kissed everyone who passed beneath the tree on which it grew. The story ends with a degree that who should ever stand under the humble mistletoe, no harm should befall them, only a kiss, a token of love.

Reading this story of the Norse gods was already a part of Ishtar's ritual. She decided to keep it small, due to the lack of preparation time and not able to celebrate it in the cold with her new family. So instead she found a small spell / poem she recited that evening before bedtime.

May the longest night and the shortest day

bring rest to your soul and mind, I pray

May you find guidance and may you find peace

as the cycle of light ill slowly increase

Embrace the magic that the darkness bears

breath deep in the chill and shift in the air

May you always be blessed with the light from within

and may well-being be yours as the new cycle begins.

#tmnt #fanfiction #tmnt fanfiction #teenagemutantninjaturtles

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Happier Than I Was With You

Pairing: Gibbs x GN! Reader

Warnings: Language, lots of it.

Category: Angst. So much angst in so little time.

Word Count: 655

My eyes fluttered open upon hearing something thump in the house. I rolled over and patted the other side of the bed. It was… cold. Gibbs wasn't there… again. Fear pulsed through me.

Shit. Why isn't he here?

I rolled back over and checked the clock.

3:45

I grabbed Jethro's gun from his nightstand and pulled the covers off. I wracked the slide and loaded a round. I moved to the door and pressed my ear to it.

I jumped slightly as something else thumped deeper in the house. Upon cracking the door, I was met with more darkness. I slipped down the hall, clearing each room as I went.

Fuck, I hate this. I hate this so fucking much.

I heard another thump, and I slipped into the hall bathroom.

"Damn it." I hissed.

My heart raced, and I took a moment to collect myself. I wavered on my feet and pressed my hand to the doorframe. I extended my arm and leaned around the corner.

No one. Where is all the damn noise coming from?

I moved down the hall and continued through the house. The living room and kitchen cleared. I cracked the basement door open and was met with… yet more darkness. I felt my way down the stairs and made my way to the bottom. Someone moved and I tracked the shuffling with the gun. A light flicked on and my finger dropped to the trigger.

"Holy shit! Put that down!"

I groaned and dropped my head back. "Jeth, I could've killed you. What the hell are you going down here?" I snapped.

"Working on my boat. What's it look like?" He said.

"It looks like you're scaring the shit out of me at four in the morning. Why in the hell aren't you in bed. You asked me to come over. You watched a movie during dinner and I went to bed alone. You said you'd be in in 30. You weren't. Then, I get woken up at 3:45 in the morning because it sounds like someone broke in. What the hell!" I ranted.

"Couldn't sleep."

I scoffed. "Bullshit. You never even came in to try. I was awake for 3 hours. I waited for you to come in from 10 until 1." I said, stepping up and staring him in the eye.

"Rule six."

"DAMNIT, JETHRO!" I slammed my fist on the table.

He didn't even fucking flinch.

"It's no fucking wonder you're fucking alone! You don't give a single fucking shit about anything! Especially not my fucking feelings. I'd say you just like having me warm your fucking bed, but you don't even fucking come to bed with me anymore."

Nothing. Fucking nothing.

I put his gun on the workspace and stormed upstairs.

He groaned and followed me. "Hun, you're just trying to get a reaction out of me because you're tired and on an adrenaline high."

"Don't fucking profile me, Gibbs! I don't want any of your bullshit excuses! I'm done. Correction, we're fuckin done."

"Gibbs? Wow."

"That's what you're fucking paying attention to!" I shouted, storming into the bedroom. I grabbed my night bag and shoved my shit into it.

His smirk dropped. "What're you doing?"

"I told you, we're fucking done. I'm fucking done with your shit."

"I thought you were just trying to get a rise out of me." He said.

"I'm trying to fucking get ANYTHING OUT OF YOU! YOU DON'T GIVE ME ANYTHING!" I screamed, throwing my bag on the floor. "SO… so I'm fucking done."

I picked my back up and shoved past him.

"You shouldn't be driving like this."

"Fuck you! I'll fucking drive if I want, but I'm not staying with you for one more fucking second than I have to. Congrats, Gibbs. You have another ex to gossip about. Fuck you, have a nice fucking life."

He gently grabbed my upper arm. "Don't go."

"Too fucking late."

#leroy jethro gibbs #ncis gibbs #jethro gibbs #angst #gibbs x reader #drabble #no happy ending #gender neutral reader #reader insert #SoundCloud

[fruitoftheweek]

Little Cherry Book:

Chapter 4:Showered in Sin

Chapter 1 Here / Chapter 2 Here / Chapter 3 Here

Hey guys! I'm sorry that it has taken so long for me to update this. I had an idea of what I was going to write but I had a super hectic week so I wasn't able to write this till now. In order to make up for it, I have given you a treat. A 6,502 word chapter. It kinda beat my ass but I had so much fun writing it. It's sweet, it's spicy, it's all the goodness you guys deserve. I was listening to Duvet by Boa while writing this and I think you should too for two reasons. One, it helps set the mood, but also oh my fucking god it's such a good song. Also, Boa is just a fucking great band. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and message me if you would like to be added to the tag list! Love you guys

Pairing: Spencer Reid X reader

Chapter Plot: After a game of drunk never have I ever after a long case, Morgan locks Spencer out of their shared room. Shenanigans ensue and you and Spencer share a couple of firsts.

Series TW: 18+, smut, degradation, piercing, choking, knife play, mommy/daddy kinks, spanking, exhibitionism, Will update as time goes on

Chapter TW: smut, slight mommy kink, having body piercings, choking, slight blood kink (not really, it's just hard to explain), Shared masturbation (male and female receiving), pleading, multiple orgasms, cumming in pants, shower sexiness, aftercare

Word Count: 6,502

Your deep cherry lipstick painted the white seal of the wine bottle you held in your hand as you laughed at something Elle said. Spencer couldn't help but let a small smile pass his lips as he took in your form, hot from the day's work, small strands of your hair sticking to your forehead, a dewy glow illuminating your rosy cheeks.

After a long week, they had found Carl Arnold before he had been able to kill the Dunken family and even coerced a confession out of him. With spirits running high, Elle had suggested some much-needed relaxation before taking off the next day. Since you were rooming alone, you volunteered to host in your room. Morgan had arrived at your hotel room with two bottles of some sort of liquor, one clear and one amber, JJ trailing in toe with your bottle of red wine you had asked for. You pulled out your little corkscrew with the face of an old man on it, knowing she hated his weird little face. You brought it with you on trips, just in case the occasion arose.

And it did arise as Elle suggested a drinking game. Hotch had retired early after calling Hailey to get an update on his very pregnant wife, while Gideon preferred the solitude of a good book late at night. The rest of you sat on the floor surrounded by drinks and snacks. With the supervision gone, it almost felt like a high school party with no parents. You all had all settled on a classic, never have I ever. "We haven't played this in a long time because we already know so much about each other, but it's fun when we have a newbie around," Morgan said giving you a cheeky smile and bumping your shoulder. Already pliable after the couple of drinks you had while Elle explained the game, you nodded before tipping your lips to the cusp of Spencer's ear. "I'll try not to make it too hard for you, pretty boy," you said. The small puffs of air that left your mouth made Spencer's hair stand on end and his feet curl.

He knew you were teasing him that night and he loved it. He decided to keep his knees tucked to his chest for the rest of the night as to not expose the predicament in his pants. He watched the way you lightly sucked on the wine bottle as you tipped it back, a thin river of cabernet leaking from the corner of your lips and trailing down your neck. Spencer wanted nothing more than to lean over and lap it off of you just to see how you would react, but he knew it was the drinks talking. Despite your earlier comment, it was quite obvious that you were targeting him as his head started to spin gently.

"Never have I ever had sex with someone much older than me," Garcia said through her video feed with a cheeky smirk. Derek had insisted on including her even though she wasn't physically present. She sat bundled up in a comfy blanket in her office with a mug of some sort of alcoholic beverage. "HEY! No targeting! Plus, I told you that in confidence at ladies night. How much is much older?" You said, swaying your bottle towards the computer set up on the floor."You know how much older I mean sweetheart." Garcia said with a giggle as you groaned and took a sip."How much older is much older?" Morgan said with a cocked eyebrow, somewhere between impressed and surprised." I was a college student, experimenting with my professor. Not like an old man, but he was 20 years older than me. Definitely not my style anymore though." You said with a grimace remembering him.

Spencer had learned a lot about your sex life during that game, but some part inside of him smirked, knowing that the rest of the team would never know you as he knew you, not unless they too had read your journal. It was the only thing keeping his head clear of the idea of you with anyone else. Not that you were with him in any capacity, but the idea still made him feel something in his stomach. Not the sweet butterflies that came with your smile, but something more like idiotic hornets dangerously bumping against the walls of his stomach.

Spencer hadn't even noticed the uproar of everyone else around the circle at your comment and the second revelation that Morgan had drunk too. He was too busy watching how you had shyly tucked your hair behind your ear, finally letting it down out of your clips for once. You were wearing your pajamas, just a tank top, slouchy sweater, and flannel pajama pants, but somehow you looked more radiant than ever. He had come back down to earth after hearing someone call his name."Y-Yes?" He sputtered out, realizing you had been trying to get his attention."It's Morgan's turn, pay attention." You said, gently smacking your hand down on his thigh.

If he was riled up before, he was unbelievably undone at the slight sting from where your palm had just been. Light enough that it wasn't noticeable, but hard enough that it erupted a Shockwave through his body, centered on the location of the contact. He bit back the whimper threatening to escape his lips as he turned towards Morgan, trying desperately to not watch you from the corner of his eye.

"Never have I been a virgin at 24," Morgan said, beaming in his direction. Spencer took a big gulp from his glass of whiskey."You always do that one, I don't know why you think it's so funny, you're just trying to get me to drink" he said abashedly. He looked over at you, nervous for your reaction, but you seemed unfazed. "Hey, that's a wonderful gift to have, there's something so special about virgins. Maybe it's the idea that everything is new, but I like it. I love virgins." You said, taking a sip from your bottle, gently swaying. You had given up on never have I ever and just decided to drink whenever you felt like it. Maybe it was because you were tipsy, maybe it was the warm flush that decorated Spencer's cheeks, maybe it was the way he was looking at you with sultry, half-lidded eyes. You couldn't tell, but something made you want to find an excuse for you two to be alone.

"Geese, we seemed to have caught a succubus tonight." Morgan quipped."A suck-you-what now?" You said, cocking an eyebrow at him. " A succubus, it's a demon or supernatural entity in folklore, in female form, that appears in dreams to seduce men, usually through sexual activity. According to religious traditions, repeated sexual activity with a succubus can cause poor physical or mental health, even death. In modern representations, a succubus is often depicted as a beautiful seductress or enchantress, rather than as demonic or frightening." Spencer shot out. "Wow, even when you're drunk, your big brain keeps chuggin' along," you said, sloppily ruffling his hair "A beautiful seductress or enchantress, huh?" That time it came out low, inaudible to the others, but it pierced Spencer like a knife."Do you think that's accurate bout me?" you asked, staring up into his eyes, closer than you have been before. Spencer let a cartoonish gulping noise escape his lips as he held back his urge to lean into your touch.

"Ah, it's my turn," you said, leaning back into your spot in the circle and sadly, away from Spencer." Never have I ever done something naughty at our work," you said, looking straight at Spencer "I'll know if you're lying, I can sniff out a liar from a mile away," your cocky smirk leaking out of your mouth. Everyone except you and JJ took a shot."Wow, really you guys? Even you Spence? " JJ said in disbelief, looking around the circle."Never have I ever, my ass" Spencer mumbled under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear, looking over at you, thinking about your pantieless escapades.

"Look at that, Doctor Reid, you need another drink, let me go fix you one," You said as you grabbed his glass in one hand, leaning and gripping hard into his shoulder with the other. It wasn't seen by the others, but between that and the fiery look in your eyes, it sent an obvious message,' keep your mouth shut or I'll shut it for you.' You used him as leverage to get up, nearly pushing him over as you gracefully stumbled to the hotel fridge. He knew what you meant, but he didn't care, your grip on him went straight into his imagination as he envisioned what that grip would feel like in other places. He kind of wanted to push his luck, just so he could see what he had in store.

And push it he did as you handed him the glass, reminding him that it was indeed his turn to play never have I ever. "Never have I ever slept with my professor," He said, obviously targeting you with a glint of mischief in his eyes."Oh yeah, well never have I ever been a virgin at 24." You said, swaying as you sat down."Morgan already said that, dummy. Never have I ever worn stupid dark red lipstick" He retorted, equally as drunk as you. At this point everyone else had zoned you two out and were focused on other things, refreshing their drinks, counting the ceiling tiles, humming a sloppy rendition of My My Miss American Pie, or in Penelope's case, all three."Yeah, well never have I ever been a complete and utter mommas boy!" You continued, the statement turning Spencer beet red. You watched him clench and unclench his hands, you had obviously struck a nerve. Just as you were about to apologize, he cut you off. "Never have I ever had nipple piercings!" He shouted, pointing at your chest, now drawing attention to the obvious balls framing your nipples that you had once been covered by your long-forgotten sweater.

As he said it, it felt like the world went in slow motion. You could see the instant regret on his face as you dropped your bottle in surprise. It had landed on Spencers discarded whiskey glass and both shattered, wine and whiskey mixing with glass to create a slurry on the ground between them. "Fuck! You Guys!" Morgan said, "You got it all over my clothes." "Me too," Echoed Elle as they both stood up in their soaked clothes. "I think that calls it a night." JJ said, closing the laptop on the image of an already sleeping Garcia." Bye you guys, sleep well," you called after them as you and Spencer rushed around looking for towels to clean up the alcohol with.

"Ow! Son of a bitch!" Spencer cried as you dropped the last of the glass in the garbage can. As you rounded the corner, you saw Spencer pulling a rather large shard of glass that you must have missed out of his thumb, blood pooling at the tip. Without thinking, you crouched down and sucked his thumb into your mouth." A-ah! What... What are you doing!?" Spencer asked breathlessly, looking down at you with a deep hunger in his eyes. You pop off his thumb and squeeze it at the base, slowing the blood flow."Shut up," You said," This helps slow the bleeding. The sucking applies pressure. My mom used to do this for me... And no, do not psychoanalyze that." You said, wrapping your mouth around his finger, sucking to provide some pressure to slow the blood flow. You could taste the iron in your mouth, but you didn't mind, knowing you were helping your friend.

You were helping alright, helping in more ways than you would ever understand. "Yeah, like I'm the only one here with mommy issues," he said distractedly, too busy surveying your lips wrapped around him. You slapped your hand down on his thigh once more, eliciting a small whimper from him. He couldn't help it, you were a sight of beauty, you always were, but looking down on you right then, Spencer wanted to bottle that moment forever. The tops of your breasts peeking out from the top of your tank top, your eyes filled with a hazy glow, looking up at him to make sure he was ok, and your cheeks hollowing out around his thumb as you delicately sucked on his wound. It was as close as Spencer had ever gotten to anything sexual. He could feel your tongue swirling around the cut, lapping up the last couple drops of blood. He couldn't help but imagine what it would be like if it was another appendage and not his thumb. You sucked on his thumb one last time, harder than you had previously, and before he even knew what he was doing, his hips bucked up, rubbing his hard cock against his pajama pants, finally relieving his mounting orgasm.

You let go of his finger with a pop as your tongue trailed off of the underside of his thumb. Spencer looked anywhere but you, as a wet patch formed through his thin underwear and pajama pants. He hurried to cover it with his sweater, shooting up from his seated position."Um, Um, I'm g-gonna go shower and go to bed." He said, hurriedly scurrying over to where he had left his room key." Sorry partner, I saw Morgan accidentally grab both of your keys on the way out. He's probably asleep by now." You said languidly, leaning back to take in the sight of the soft boy in front of you. Totally flushed with heat, small beads of sweat peppering his forehead, his hands twiddling suspiciously into his sweater in an attempt to conceal crotch, trying and failing miserably to hide his rapidly cooling cum.

He whined a little, lighting a fire in you. He looked so thoroughly fucked out, and all you had done was suck his finger. You knew that you just had to play with him some more. "You know, you can use my shower, doctor." You said, and he let out a small sigh of relief, heading towards the bathroom. "There is one condition, though," You smirked coyly as he halted his motions, his body facing away from you. It was almost as if he was ready to run away at any moment. You walked over to him, slowly, taking your time to tease him. The silence hung heavy in the air as you looked up into his eyes questioningly, waiting for him to ask. "Wh-what is the condition." He said, unable to return your gaze, hands fisted in the hem of his sweater, pulling it down even further. You smirked, dipping your hands up and under his sweater, nearly brushing his spent cock before gently placing them on his bare stomach, just above his waistband. He sucked in a tight breath as you gently swirled your fingers in the short hair that lead from his belly button down to happier places." Before I ask, do you know about the color scale?" you said, fingers smoothing out over his little stomach." Um, k-kinda?" He said, heat flushing his cheeks."Green means good keep going, yellow means slow down, and red means stop right now, ok?" You said, looking up at him as he nods."Come on pretty boy, I need verbal confirmation. I need to know that you understand, got it." You said with a little pinch to his tummy. "Y-Yes, I understand!" He blurted out, standing stiff as a board." Good boy. Now, for my condition. You can shower if you show me what you're hiding." You said, leaning close enough that if Spencer breathed, your chests would meet each other. "What color, Spencer?" you said, languidly drawing lines up and down his torso with your nails."G-Green, Very green." He sputtered out, finally meeting your eyes."That's what I like to hear, sweet boy." You said before your fingers danced below his waistline, now somewhat crusty from his cum."W-wait!" He says, just as you were about to take him in your hand. You instantly stopped and looked up at him gently."We can stop here baby, it's not a problem." You said, beginning to remove your hand from his pants. He grabbed your hand through his pants, stopping your movement."It-It's not that. I don't want to stop, I just want... well..." He said and looked down shyly. "What do you want baby, anything," You smiled up at him. "Um, I haven't had my first kiss yet and I kinda... Well... I kinda..." He said, shuffling his feet, face beet red. Your eyebrows shot up quickly in surprise before letting out a gentle smile."Do you want a kiss, pretty boy?" You said, gently brushing the hair out of his face. He nodded, and you grabbed his chin, bringing him close. "Use your words, pretty boy. What do you want?" You whispered, breath gently ghosting Spencer's lips as he took you in up close. He could see every little pore and dimple of your skin and every color hidden in the depth of your eyes and he knew he needed to have you.

He shakily leaned forward, lips gently meeting yours, so light that if you hadn't seen his actions, you wouldn't have even known if you had touched. You moved your hand down to his throat, giving a light squeeze."Come on genius, use your words," you said as he whimpered. "Please, can I kiss you, please, please?" He begged, leaning into your touch, pleading for you to squeeze again. His efforts shoot straight to your heart. You indulged him in a kiss, not as spicy as the situation would permit, more of a sweet heat. He came in too hot and heavy at first, but you kissed him languidly, gently stroking his cheek to get him in the rhythm. His arms were straight out at his sides, hands clenched as if he was willing every muscle in his body to not touch you.

You let out a small laugh as you melted into his kiss, soft, puffy lips dancing across yours. "You know you can touch me," You said, pulling back, smiling at the smear of your lipstick, now staining his lips, and the endearing puppy dog eyes he was giving you. "Where can I touch you?" He whispered out as if he were telling a secret. "Wherever you want, baby. Wherever your heart desires." You replied, bringing your arms up to wrap loosely around his neck, pulling your bodies closer. He was as stiff as a board as his hands flitted around trying to find a good place to land. He finally settled on weaving his arms around your waist and up to cradle your neck, gently carding his fingers through the hair that fell at the nape of your neck. There was something so sweet in the way he cradled your body with feather-light touches as if you would disappear like smoke if he lingered too long. You reveled in the feeling of you two pressed together, slightly uncomfortable at the stiff material of his pajama pants on your stomach.

"Hey sweetheart," You said, pulling away as he chased after your lips, "I'm feeling kinda sweaty from the day, would you like to join me in the shower? What color?" "G-green, yes please." He said, tentatively pressing a kiss to your collarbone, exposed as the strap of your tank top had fallen down. You unwound from him, taking his hand delicately in your own, instantly missing the warmth his body provided.

You lead him into the bathroom, carefully stepping over the wine-soaked towels discarded on the floor before shutting the door and turning to face him. "I don't want to take this too fast for you because I know it's all very new so always tell me how you are feeling and if everything is ok. I want this to be good for you baby, ok?" You said, squeezing his hand that was still intertwined with yours. "Ok, th-thank you," He said shyly.

"Now, what do you want to do first? You're probably pretty uncomfortable in those pants, do you want me to take them off you?" You said, hooking one of your fingers into his waistband, pulling on in slightly creating a much-needed separation between his sticky cock and his uncomfortable pants."Y-Yes please" He said as you turned on the shower, allowing it to warm up in preparation for cleaning him off before turning back to him. You gently grabbed the hem of his sweater and pulled it over his head, leaving him shirtless in front of you.

Lean muscles were hidden under a layer of peachy soft skin highlighting the gentle trail of dark curly hair leading from his belly button down past his pants. His arms curled around himself as he watched your eyes carefully, ready for some sort of judgment. "I know I'm not really that s-strong or anything but I can work on it-" You cut him off with a gentle kiss right above his belly button, startling him. You looked up sweetly into his eyes and gave him a soft smile, saying "You are so beautiful, Spencer. Morgan calls you pretty boy, but he truly has no idea. I would have you no other way than you are right now."

You gently peppered his chest with feather-light kisses, making him blush. He finally understood why people liked hickeys because as you trailed down his chest, the little wine red lipstick you had left on your lips left marks trailing down his chest. Some part of him wished they were permanent, showing off to all that could see, and they would know exactly who he belonged to. You dipped your hand into his waistband, asking, "What color?" "Green, very green," he choked out as your breath ghosted across his abdomen. You looked so beautiful, kneeled on the floor in front of him, taking care of him so gently and treating him so sweetly that he could feel his cock begin to harden again.

You looked up into his eyes as you pulled his pants down. He let out a soft sigh of relief as he was uncaged from his unfortunate trouser situation. His cock flipped down out of his pants, nearly smacking you in the forehead as you looked up at it in awe. Even though it was only semi-hard, it was bigger than any you had ever seen before. Spencer looked down at you shyly "it's not that much, I-I know but I've been researching techniques to make up for it in order to give sufficient pleasure for you- I mean for whatever partners I may have, not that I am saying that I won't please you, I dream of pleasuring you! ... I'm digging myself a hole aren't I."He rambled, rubbing the back of his neck worriedly. "Spencer, you are huge. Way more than I have ever had before. See?" You said, standing up, gently lifting his cock in your hand, measuring it against your stomach.

Maybe Spencer hadn't noticed because it was proportionate to his body and his big hands, but being held in your petite hands and measured against your stomach, he finally did see how much he would fill you up. The tip of his dick just barely reached past the gems that decorated your belly button piercing. "W-Woah." He said growing harder at the thought of pushing so deep into you. He looked up to your face, which was preoccupied with looking down at how far he would reach up in you.

Tearing your eyes away from him and up to his own, you flushed, knowing that he had caught you staring. "What would you like me to do next?" You spoke softly. Despite being the only two in the room, you two both talked in hushed tones, worrying that anything more than that would burst the delicate bubble you two had created. "Can we match?" He said, and you instantly understood him, despite the odd vernacular. You began to slip off your shirt, but he stopped you with an arm on your shoulder. "C-Can I do it?" He said shyly. "Of course, pretty baby," you barely get out before he drifted his hands under your tank.

He slowly lifted your top over your head as he took in the soft smooth feeling of your skin against his, goosebumps pricking up wherever his fingers trailed. You stood in front of him, shirtless as he took in your form. He had imagined what your breasts would look like. Nipples always hard due to your piercings, what your jewelry would look like, but nothing could prepare him for the glimmering moonstone gems that adorned your nipples and navel. Everything matched exactly, including the delicate necklace you wore around your neck.

The only thing he liked more than the perfection of your body was the features that made you, you. Some might call them imperfections, but to Spencer, all he could see in you was beauty. The gentle bruises on your skin from tangles with unsubs, the soft stretch marks that adorned your hips like little valleys and winding rivers, the slight blemishes, and hairs. He loved it because you were the embodiment of the confidence he wished for in himself. While he was always nervous about his body and how others perceived him, you loved yourself for exactly who you were, and you loved him for exactly who he was.

He pulled down your pants, gently following the twist and turn of the stretch marks as they winded down your hips, making sure to kneel down to pull them all the way off of you as you delicately stepped out, gently grabbing onto his hair to keep your balance as you swayed. He moaned softly at the gentle tug of your fingers while he stared up at you in awe. You took his hand in yours, coaxing him to stand.

You both stood there, taking in each other's forms for a moment, hands still connected as if by a thread at the pinky before you spoke. "We shouldn't waste water. Let me clean you off, sweetheart." He nodded before following after you into the gentle spray of the shower, steam now filling the room. He marveled at the way that the water droplets cascaded down your body, gently running down your curves. "Come here," you said, pulling him into a gentle embrace under the hot water.

Your two bodies pressed gently together, and Spencer couldn't help but think that you were molded for each other. Not in the way that a sculptor may stick two unmatched pieces of clay together with slip, more like one rock that had been split by the earth finally returning together. Something about your touch felt like home as you gently cradled him under the water.

He was so enthralled in your being that he didn't notice you gently scrubbing him with a washcloth until the scent of your body wash permeated the air. You gently scrubbed his back, washing off the sweat of the day and replacing it with you. He melted into you as your hands reached up, lathering his hair with shampoo. He wasn't sure if it was because he realized you should probably be getting washed too or because he desperately wanted to ride his hands along the planes of your body, but he decided to lather up his hands and wash you as well. "You are such a good boy. Thank you for cleaning me up" You said, resting your head gently on his chest, softly swirling the soap around his back, now finished scrubbing all you could from that angle, waiting to turn him around.

He moved carefully, avoiding your butt, still too nervous to touch. "Make sure you get everything, sweet boy. I like to be clean when I go to bed." You said, gently grabbing his hand and pulling it down to cup your butt. He inhales a sharp breath as he indulged in a gentle squeeze, continuing to wash you. He washed your back but his hands would occasionally drift down to your ass, growing more confident as he unknowingly rocked into you slightly with every squeeze, letting out soft keening noises.

You peeled yourself off of him as he rutted into the air, whining at the loss of friction. "Slow down, naughty boy. Bad boys don't get to touch. Are you a bad boy?" you asked as you placed a finger on the tip of his cock, swirling it in the precum pooling there despite the water's efforts to wash it off. "No, no! I'm a good boy! You're just so pretty, and you feel so good, and you smell so nice, and I wanna touch you, and I want you to touch me, please." He blurted out, looking at you with hungry eyes, begging for more friction. "Where do you want to touch me baby?" you asked as his eyes raked over your body, taking in all of his options. "I want to touch your boobies and your- your-" "My what? You can say it, naughty boy." You cut him off in his stammering. "Your pussy, I want to touch your pussy." He said, the hot water spreading the blush from his cheeks down his chest, tingeing his cock with a pretty pink hue. "What naughty words from such a pretty boy. You can touch-" he cut you off, lunging towards your body before you grabbed him by the throat, squeezing experimentally. Not too hard, not too soft. He moaned, and you felt the vibrations traveling up your hands."Let me finish what I was saying. Naughty boys don't get to touch. They get spanked." You said as he mewled." What I was going to say before I was so rudely interrupted was that you can touch, AFTER I wash you and after you finish washing me. Only after, you got it?" you said, squeezing a little tighter. "Y-yes." he croaked out. "Good boy," you replied.

You washed out the shampoo in his hair, replacing it with conditioner as he did the same for you. You squirted more soap onto your washcloth, preparing to test him. You took the washcloth in your hand, slowly working over his legs, arms, and chest, teasingly brushing over his overspent cock before returning to cleaning him. He washed you thoroughly, taking care to wash your legs before making sure your stomach and belly button piercing were thoroughly cleaned. Finally, he reached up to wash the leftover makeup off of your face. He touched you like a porcelain doll, worried that you would crack under even the slightest pressure, making you giggle. He flinched, thinking he hurt you, but you grabbed his face in your hands, delivering him a kiss that covered his face in soap.

You both stood there, laughing for a second, relishing the moment before you let out a shy smile. "You can touch my chest now, but make sure you clean my piercings carefully." He looked down at your chest, and now that he'd been given permission, he didn't really know what to do. You could see the puzzled look on his face so you grabbed one of his soapy hands in yours and brought it to your breast. He squeezed experimentally, and you let out a gentle moan. You had been keeping in your arousal to draw out his teasing, but you couldn't hold yourself back as you felt his large hands grasp around your chest and roll your nipple in his fingers.

There was a sweet dichotomy in the harshness of his grasp on your boob, coupled with the gentle twist of your nipple. It was as if he was worried to hurt your piercings, so he made up for it in his grasp. You brought the washcloth down to his cock, hard against his stomach, and began to work him. He whined at the harsh material. "I need to clean you up, baby. You still have a cummy cock. If you beg hard enough when I'm done, I will touch you." You said into his ear as he rested his head on your shoulder.

He was overstimulated, and you could tell, so you decided you wouldn't take as long as you wanted to tease him. But you would still draw it out for your own pleasure. He was bucking and mewling into you as you roughly got him off. It shot you straight to your core, the heat from the shower mixed with his grasp on you, physically and visually, had you closer than you wanted, and deep down you just wanted him to touch you.

When you deemed him clean enough you let the rag drop to the floor. "Beg" you moaned out. "Please, please touch me, I want your hand on me, that's all I want." He whined, bucking into the air. You took pity on him, grasping him with your soap-covered hand. He hissed as your soft touch replaced the rough rag and you could tell he was close. "Touch me, Spencer." You said and his hand shot to your core. His tentative moves giving way to a natural confidence. As he slipped a hand between your folds he could feel you dripping with desire. "O-Oh my god," was all he could stammer out before sinking two of his fingers into your depths, thumb circling your clit. You knew his fingers were long, and you had even fantasized about this exact moment, but nothing could prepare you for his actual length. He had said he did research but that was proven by how quickly he found your g spot and clit. You doubled over in pleasure as his fingers thoroughly fucked you out.

"Spencer, I'm so close, baby. Be a good boy and make me cum." You said, slumping against his shoulder, rubbing yourself against his hand. "Mommy, I'm cumming." He said, looking into your eyes as his body shuttered. His words ricochetted around in your brain, sending you over the edge as you cum all down his hand. You bit into his shoulder to muffle your scream, just as he matched you, cumming down your hand.

You came down from your high as Spencer nearly collapsed onto you. You took extra care in making sure he was all clean before helping him out of the shower and into a towel. He leaned against you the whole time as you got him ready for bed. You forced him to brush his teeth before dragging him to bed.

He sat at the edge, eyes bleary with sleep, taking in the events of the day. You sat behind him, gently toweling off his hair before brushing it and putting lotion on his body. He leaned into your touch, appreciating being cared for, feeling as if everything had been a dream. "C-Can I sleep here? I mean Morgan locked me out and I don't have pants and-" You cut him off with a gentle kiss."Of course, sweetheart, do you want to cuddle? It's ok if you don't or if you want this to be a one-time thing, it's all up to you, baby." You said, gently sweeping his hair out of his face as he looked up with eyes the size of dinner plates. "We can do this more than once? You'll let me? For real?" He asked. "Only if you want to sweetheart. This is all about you." You said, giving him a small smile tinged with a slight sadness. "That's not very fair, I want it to be about you too. What do you want?"

The question knocked you off guard. You're not used to people asking what you want. Usually, people just take and give none in return. The fact that Spencer Reid, your adorable virgin coworker was asking you what you wanted with such a sincere look, caused tears to prick into your eyes. "No one has asked me that in a long time," you smiled, "I would love to do this, and more again with you Spencer. Whenever you want." He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you down so you were lying next to each other on the bed. "Whenever we want" He corrected, cuddling into you.

You surveyed the bite make you left on his shoulder, running your hand over it. "Sorry for marking you up, I didn't mean to hurt you." You said softly as he blushed. "I-I was actually wondering... well... could you maybe give me a hickey? I like that you marked me." He said. You obliged him, giving him long kisses and sucks, gradually working up your force until a large purple bruise had formed on his collar bone. He was gently moaning the whole time, but you didn't want to work him up again as he had already cum twice that night and you didn't think he could handle more. He looked down at it as you pulled away, and you could see a question lingering on his mind.

"What's up?" you asked, smoothing his hair with your hand. "You said you hadn't been asked what you want in a long time, and I was wondering, well... who gave you your piercings?" he asked tentatively and you laughed." You have been reading my book too much, how many chapters have you read?" You said and he looked up at you surprised."You knew? and... well... only 3 chapters. I didn't want to pry into your private life." He said. "You just pried enough to know I want to get pierced by someone?" You asked raising an eyebrow. Before he could get an excuse out, you cut him off. "Well for a genius, you obviously didn't read it that carefully. I said I WOULD like to be pierced during sex, meaning I have not before. These are just standard piercings from a piercing shop, not a big deal, I just like the way they look." You said and he let out a sigh of relief. "Why? d'you get jealous?" you questioned him. He looked down and nodded shyly.

"I can be a lot of firsts for you but if you play your cards right, you can be a lot of firsts for me too. You already gave me a first tonight. You called me mommy. No one's done that before but it was really hot. I liked it a lot." You said matter of factly. "But that is a conversation for another day. It is 2 am and we need to be on a flight at 7:30, so let's get some sleep." You said, turning off the lights and cuddling up close to him. In a matter of seconds, you both were asleep, tangled into each other's arms, both of you feeling, for once, safe and sound.

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Chapter 1 Here / Chapter 2 Here / Chapter 3 Here

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La Squadra on a road trip

(GN! Reader, SFW)

Risotto

The one who has to drive all night.

Falls asleep most of the ride then at night he's wide awake.

Probably looks at the trees if he's awake.

Q u I e t.

Makes sure everyone is hydrated.

Sarcasm awakens in him if he's really tired.

When he's not tired he's holding your hand.

Forehead kisses.

"Keep sticking your head out the window and maybe you'll see the world from a bug's perspective, Melone."

Prosciutto

He's always in the passenger's seat.

Drives during the day.

Has a huge map for every single city and place.

Brings snacks, mainly for you, Pesci, Risotto, and himself.

Yells at the others.

Emporio Armani sunglasses.

Pays for everyone at the gas station because "the cashier looks suspicious".

Makes sure everyone is still alive every one hour.

Please massage his shoulders he'll love you forever.

"I'm never going on road trips with Formaggio ever again I swear on my life."

"Y/N do you want those snacks? I'll get them for you."

Formaggio

Gets yelled at by Prosciutto.

Spilled soda on himself.

Makes deez nuts jokes every 3 seconds.

Binge eating everything he bought then complaints.

"Are we there yet?""How much more?" type of guy.

Hyperactive.

A blessing when he falls asleep or gets knocked out for a few hours (by Ghiaccio).

Hugs you whilst sleeping.

"Y/N?Do you think Prosciutto will make Risotto take wrong turns?"

Illuso

He's smug everywhere.

Teases Ghiaccio and Prosciutto.

And you.

Let's you play with his hair.

Lays his head on your shoulder when sleeping.

Refuses to use the bathroom at the gas station.

Opens the window wide open when you're sleeping so the air hits you right in the face.

Occasionally holds you close to him.

"What is it Y/N?Is the air bothering you?"

Pesci

Minds his business and plays games on his phone or draws.

Chats with you about random topics.

You two are the only people in the minivan that don't get yelled at by Prosciutto.

Shares gummies with you.

The best shoulder to sleep on 10/10.

For the first time, you see him annoyed by Formaggio and it's hilarious.

Tells you how much he loves you when Prosciutto happens to drive too fast because he's quite scared when someone drives too fast.

"I think I'm going to listen to some music, do you want to listen too?"

Melone

Surprisingly doesn't wear his everyday outfit but looks like he came straight out of Jumanji.

Prepared to spit some random facts at 2 am, even though Risotto is so tired of everything.

You got bitten by a snake? He's got just the right thing for you.

Walking pharmacy.

Sings road trip songs at the worst moments.

Sticks his head out of the window like a dog.

Also, a good shoulder to sleep on.

Tickles you.

"Did you guys know that back in the Roman empire, people used to use piss as mouthwash?"

"Dude shut the hell up already IT'S 1 AM!"

Ghiaccio

Headphones at full volume with white noises because he doesn't want to hear anyone say something dumb.

Sleeping mask because he doesn't want to see someone do something dumb.

Only you are allowed next to him.

Play with his hands please they're so cold.

Once 8 pm strikes he takes a dose of melatonin and he's knocked out cold.

Doesn't really talk, but occasionally has small conversations with you.

If he hears Formaggio say something dumb he'll snap right there and then.

Sleeps in your lap.

"Y/N, can you please pass me a bottle of water?"

"ILLUSO YOU BUFFOON HOW CAN YOU SAY A POUND OF LEAD IS HEAVIER THAN A POUND OF FEATHERS HAVE YOU BEEN TO SCHOOL, YOU IDIOT?!?"

Sorlato

In the very back of the car, where the three seats are.

You're between them for safety measures.

They both tease you but not as much as Illuso.

Play a movie and they shut up instantly.

Gelato munches on his snacks meanwhile Sorbet munches on yours.

Buys you more once the minivan stops at a gas station.

They think the cashier is a mafia member so they act tough.

Both sleep on your shoulders.

"Hey, what would happen if we jumped out of the car right now?"

"Well, you'd die first of all."

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[healpeony]

𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐈𝐈

𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐭

Part 1

Main Aot masterlist

Some of you guys asked and you shall receive! So here is part two!

Warnings; memories of sex, cussing, "cheating", slight choking, loss of virginity.

Gif not mine

Eren couldn't believe what y/n said, with Armin out of all the people inside the walls it was him that she decide to cheat on him with?

"Why him?" Eren asked his voice turning from the anger he felt, to a emotionless whisper

He felt so betrayed, he didn't think Armin out of all people would do that to him. Armin knew how strong his feelings for Y/n, he had no right to feel the way he was feeling after all he did, but he couldn't help feeling that way.

"It happened randomly, I didn't expect it to happen" y/n lied, putting on her clothes

"But you did choose to loss your virginity to him" Eren pointed out staring at her while she moved around the room putting her clothes on

"I did." Y/n said stopping her movements

She could remember everything from that night, it was so special, she felt so loved.

She didn't know how they ended up like this, her and Armin sharing longing kisses, they were just speaking about how hard everything is going, they were just trying to cope with everything, Eren leaving and so much more and they ended up in this situation

"I don't want to take advantage of you y/n" Armin had said, but he still didn't stop kissing her neck while moving her against his clothed cock

"It's ok Armin, I'll tell you if I'm uncomfortable" she answered out of breath and moaning

Armin nodded, biting the flesh of her neck, while standing up grabbing her thighs, squeezing the firm and strong flesh.

He walked over to his bed, gently putting her down while kissing her soft lips, his hands went into her inner tights massaging the area causing more wetness to pool on between y/n legs.

"Armin.." she moaned, no words could describe how she was feeling right, she could knew that her inner thighs were a sensitive area of hers, but having someone else touching her there was just soo incredible and new to her "Please touch me more.." she begged

Armin teased her a by not complying right away, but eventually give him and cupped her cunt through her pants causing her to moan, not used to any person touching her in such an intimate manner and place.

"You're so sensitive aren't you?" Armin said, staring at her face while rubbing her through the fabric

Her face was flushed from both pleasure and embarrassment for reacting like that so easily, she bit her lip trying to keep the noises in.

Armin put his unoccupied hand around her neck , adding pleasure to both clit and neck "I want to hear those pretty noises"

"Are you thinking about him?" Eren asked pulling her out of the memories, standing up from the bed covering the hurt in his voice with an emotionless one

"No." Y/n said trying to make her voice firm

She wasn't so confused about her feelings, what she felt for Armin after that night was so special, something she felt when she spoke to Eren for the first time.

"Do you have feelings for him?" Eren came up behind her, grabbing her arms and turning her around forcefully "Just because he fucked your needy and virgin cunt? That good for nothing goody two shoes, did he even got you off or did you faked" he spoke out of jealousy, he didn't mean to speak of Armin like that, but he couldn't help it

She was surprised by the way he spoke to her, she thought that he only would speak to her like that during their intimate time "Watch your mouth!, I didn't fake anything. He showed affection for me! He was there for me.." she snapped at him glaring dagger into his eyes, her voice lowering into a whisper at the end because of the dangerous look in his eyes

"So you're saying that I didn't show you how much I love you?, You want to go at it again?" he questioned, his grip on her arms tightening

"What? No! What the fuck is wrong with you. You know it was a mistake, I-" she try to explain herself but she however was cut off by him

"A mistake?, Oh so you didn't feel anything?" he interrupted y/n, who was struggling against his hold

Her movements stopped as she remembers how she felt apart from pleasure during her time with Armin.

"It hurts" she said tears going down her cheeks as Armin continued to push in

"Shhhh, it's ok. The pain it's going to be over soon" he said a encouraging smile forming on his face

Y/n nodded at him, silence words telling him to continue which he did.

She felt like she was loved, Armin stroking her cheeks with affections while entering her, how gentle he was being. The hand wrapped softly but firmly around her throat, a reminder of who was in control of the what they were doing.

"Y/n.." he softly moaned, his cock all the way in now "I love you" he said before he started going in and out of her at a slow and deep pace

Her mind was filled with millions of questions, but she didn't ask them out loud and neither does she repeat his words back to him not knowing how to respond.

Had he always liked her?

"He had feelings for you" Eren said letting go of her arms "probably even before I did, he never said them though"

"Then if you knew, why did you asked me out?" y/n responded stroking her soon to be bruises arms

"I didn't know about his feelings for you until a while after I started to date you" Eren responded trustfully "I noticed how he gave us sad glances when he thought we weren't looking, or how he looked like he wanted to hit me when I yelled at you"

"I see your point, but that doesn't mean anything" y/n said continuing to put her boots on

"So he didn't say anything that night? Not even a 'I like you'?" Eren curiously asks

Y/n looked down before answering "He did"

"Well then what more prove do you want?, Don't you have enough?" Eren said rolling his eyes "Soo do you like him back?"

Y/n slowly look over at Eren seeing him staring straight at her too with a raised eyebrow.

"You like him." he concluded "ok"

"ok?, That's all you're going to say to me?" y/n asked

"Yes, he doesn't have much to live, so you would be unhappy anyways" Eren said casually

"So now you want me to be unhappy, just because I want someone else?" Y/n stated, not really questioning him

"Armin isn't just someone else, I grew up with him. He was one of my best friends, he really betrayed my trust by doing this"

"Oh so now you're saying we betrayed you when you  have no right to say that about him!” y/n responded, pointing a finger at him with anger in her eyes “He killed people!, even though he felt guilty after it, and didn't even want to do it in the first place, he did it for you, for Mikasa, for me, for Paradise! He was always there for all of us and has always been the smart mind behind all our successful plans!”

Eren couldn't argue with her there, since he knew she was saying the truth. The way she spoke about Armin, and defended him hurt him more deeper than he had been. It was like she loved Armin.

“And if you think that defending him means I like him in any way other than platonic!, then guess what?! I probably do..” she continued saying

Eren's heart stopped beating at her words, no she couldn't, it was just one night with Armin, how could she like him all of the sudden, unless she had liked him before their one night stand.

“Since when do you feel different about him?” Eren's question came out as a whisper, but loud enough for her to hear him, he look at her in he eyes again

“Since we saw the ocean, while you were focused in the enemy, he was trying to make me happy with his laughs and his smart jokes” Y/n said softly, Eren could see a small smile forming on her beautiful face

“So why were you with me?” he asks

“I guess it was because I missed you, and I was Jealous of Armin speaking to her” she answered truthfully

“I was just a way to forget your pain?” Eren questioned

“Don't look at me acting all hurt, like you probably didn't just used me for your own pleasure” she said scoffing while rolling her eyes at him

“Leave” he turned around going into the bathroom

“Gladly” she said standing up and going straight out of the room

When Eren was sure she was far enough and wouldn't come back he broke down, hot wet tears rolling down his cheeks as he grabbed and pull at his own hair.

“Why?, I love her...” Eren said “I don't want to let her go” he said shaking his head

Upon arriving to her destiny, Y/n knocked on the door, the wood door was shortly opened bye a blue eyed, blonde haired boy.

“Hi” was the first thing the boy said while she throw herself into his arms crying into his shoulder

“I told him the truth Armin” she said

Armin didn't need to ask, because he knew who she was talking about.

“You did?” he asked caressing her hair

“Yes but..... I... I slept with him..” Y/n answered pulling away from the hug, feeling disgusted with herself

“It's ok, we're going to be ok. You, me and our baby” Armin said smiling softly while putting a hand on her stomach

“I hope that's true”

Second if you don't understand why she is denying her feelings for Armin and why she slept with Eren when she was in a relationship with with him here is why, she was afraid that Eren might do something to Armin, and the reason she slept with him was because she thought that he could possibly hurt her and end up hurt her baby as well.

Part 3

So there is few things I want to say, first sorry for any mistakes and the long wait.

And third, I might do a part 3, about the domestic life of Armin and y/n after all the shit goes down and the baby is born.

@cowbunnypop @46inpm @annieisyes @sofi-yeager you showed an interest so I figured you would like to be tagged.

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[min-yunki-agustd]

Hi there! Sorry to hear you have COVID :( that's so bad) I really wish you a quickly recovery!! Hope soon you feel better!!!

Btw Ate you still accepting request?

I wanted to request for a Sope sick fanfic.

Where Yoongi is the caretaker, and Hoseok is the sickie baby.

The scenario could probably be they are doing a presentation, an as it is small, afterwards they have to do a vlive, but Hobi during all the concert and even before it had began since past night he had been having an upset stomach, the dancer believing he just has an upset stomach from dinner not agreeing with him, but it just gets worst, he is having extremely abdominal pain, dizziness nausea, and cramps, as he is really gassy, but he doesn't want to tell as he doesn't want to not be on stage.

Yoongi discovers it, and ask medical staff to examine him and determine if his condition is dangerous to go on stage. (I would love a really detail tummy examination, with description of bloating, the noises, gurgles, bubbling inside, how sickie feel about it, and also Yoongi watching it, and while doctor press his sick bloated belly his belly complain with sounds he even moan from pain or even fart a little from the pressure, that would be so cute)

The diagnosis could be something like food poisoning, a stomachal bug or virus, or an intestinal infection, plus stress and nerves.

After it's decide he will be on stage, but on the last song he pukes out, and he is so embarrassed that he began having an anxiety attack.

Yoongi is the one to take care, and take him to the hotel rooms afterwards, and even during their sope vlive, they tell people Hobi's condition, and why he threw up as to not concerned them but as Hobi is being really bother on his tummy they ended up soon and Yoongi stays with him taking care.

Thanks hope you can write it! I really love all your writtings!! Are so awesome!! :)

Feel better soon! :( You can do it!! You see soon you'll feel better!

Thank you for requesting! This is quite detailed, I can already tell I'm going to have a lot of fun with this! Because it is so detailed I will make this into three parts. I wanna make sure I get every detail. Also thanks for the kind words!

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PART : 1/3

TW: in correct medical stuff, mention of emeto

3AM

Hobi had been tossing and turning all night. It was too early to get up he turned over facing His bedside table. The alarm clock flashed three o'clock. Hobi felt a cramp in his stomach he cringed and curled in on His stomach. For a moment he thought the pain from last night was gone but here it was back again to haunt him. He sat up. His vision blurred and his head was spinning. When he felt confident enough that he wouldn't fall over, he made for a slow walk to the bathroom...

Once he finally made it to the bathroom he held the door frame for support and opened up the bathroom cabinet. There wasn't much medicine left there, and there was nothing that could help with the pain in his stomach or the dizziness. He poured water on his face and went back to bed hoping the pain he was in would just go away.

He was awakened to someone violent shaking him awake. It was Yoongi. "Hobi! were late! what are you doing?! Hobi!" hobi opened his eyes. His stomach was hurt ten times worse than when woke up before and that night combined. Maybe it was something he ate? he thought to himself. at that same moment his stomach gurgled loudly. Yoongi heard it. " you hungry? , I'll put your breakfast on the table." before hobi could say anything yg was already gone.

Hobi skipped breakfast, he felt bad about it but he couldn't stomach even look at a meal right now. He just pretended he was in to much of a rush to eat. He immediately got dressed and ready and hopped in the van with the other members. Somehow Yoongi ended up being sat beside him. He was hoping to have a seat in the back by himself he didn't want anyone seeing him rub at his stomach. He knew they would ask questions.

As the car was driving on His stomach made a gurgling sound. This made yg look at him. yg asked if he every ate that breakfast he put out for him. Hobi said no. He used the lie of not having the time to get to it. Yoongi expressed his anger and eventually left him alone about it. Hobi's stomach continued to make noises and ache. His stomach was starting to get bloated and that was making him feel gassy. He tried to contain himself but he couldn't ( I couldn't think of how to phrase it lol )

Yoongi didn't comment on it. He just continued to stare out of the window. Hobi was begin to get nervous. Hopefully his stomach won’t sound like this for the meeting they were going to. The car when to a stop he had arrived. Hobi must of zoned out during the ride.

——-time skip to after the meeting——————

They meeting was terrible. At least it felt terrible for Hobi. His stomach ached the entire time and when ever someone heard his stomach they’d assume he was hungry so they’d tell him to eat one of the snacks displayed for the meeting. Eating the snacks upset his stomach even worse. When the meeting finally ended he was left feeling way bloated achy and full.

Hobi was starting to feel extremely nervous because what was scheduled next would be the concert after the meeting. They would go to the sound check and the concert would begin a few hours after. He was worried himself sick, he didn’t know if he he would be able to make it to the concert feeling like this. Thinking about how he was feeling and the concert a head made him feel more cramps in his stomach. The craps would leave him feeling lightheaded and dizzy. Worrying himself my his stomach hurt to the point of nausea. He held on to his stomach to ease the pain. He forgot were he was for a moment.

The boys were still in the room that they had the meeting in. They were waiting for their ride over to were they’d have their concert. Most of the boys were talking , messing around ,or eating the snacks left on the table. All accept Yoongi who sat quietly across the room. He watched Hobi’s every move. He couldn’t help but take noticed to how Hobi was acting today. It seemed like something was wrong. He’d guess by the way Hobi would hold his stomach every so often , that Hobi’s stomach was giving him some trouble. Hobi seemed to be in pain. He also noticed how loud Hobi’s stomach was. It wasn’t usually very loud even when he was hungry. Yoongi kept all of these thoughts himself , but decided he’d speak up when he felt like he needed to. He didn’t want to alarm the boy it just seemed like he had a lot of stuff going on and maybe he was just nervous or something about the concert.

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Part 2 will be out soon ….

#bts fanfic #bts emeto #bts sickfic #sick bts #sope fanfiction #sick hoseok #hobi fanfiction #caretaker #sick fic #sickie #tw nausea #tw: emeto #tw emetophobia #tw vomit #tw stomachache

[the-writer-reem-shadili]

#Guardians of the temple Ankhritos

or

Cursed Book of Temple Keepers #

( a novel )

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By Reem Shadili

Translated to english

part One ( 1 )

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"The Cursed Book", that might sound like a proper title for a movie, right??

Starring as James Bond

Fida in all international cinema halls.

But hey!!

Does the hidden government allow this??!!

Does the one-eyed antichrist allow this??!!

I don't think so at all, it's impossible!!

Because this book is one of the most dangerous cursed books on the face of the earth, which caused wars and bloody epics for kings who suffered from horrific endings, including revolting and chilling, and princesses and princes from royal families whose end was tragic because of this cursed book that, if it entered a land, a city, or a palace, but made Whoever in it is like the dead, and the ghosts of demons play and plunder during the day and howl at night, and lie in bed with the great people, having sex with ease and giving birth to the young demons who will rule the world later, after their blood is mixed with the blood of royal humankind.

It is a book that makes everyone who reads it crazy and unbalanced, making everyone who reads or touches it wish for death.

Because it is the gateway of demons to the human world,

Therefore, reader, do not be alarmed by what you will read in this novel, for the truth is more difficult to say once or to believe a single sentence, not only now, but as it has been throughout the ages.

The truth will not be seen in its entirety, because not all minds comprehend the events and observations going on around them.

And not all souls can stand the truth that is stripped of all artificial paint or colors with the taste of sugar and vanilla.

In this talk, you will know many things that you are not aware of... but let me tell you something very important...

I'm just telling you the truth,

And because the truth is absent from you, I will tell you in parts, piece by piece.

And because your small mind may not comprehend these great things.

So focus on me well, from now on you will only hear my rough voice in your big ears.

Where do you want to start?!

Shall we start centuries ago?

Or do we start from the terrifying palace (Satan Caesus)??

Or do we start with the era of the pharaohs??!

Or from the time of "George Washington"??!!

Or do we start with the church in which “George Bush” learned and how he came to see God in his dreams, and how he used to give him orders to conquer the world??!!

Or do we start with the bohemian jungle??!!

Or from the time of the Soviets??!!

Or from the time of the great conspiracies??!!

Or from the Church of Vice and Sorcery??!!

Or how do the "temple guards" practice immorality in

Daylight with the people of Lot??!!

Or how did the “temple guards” come to rule the world from money to politics to women to rulers??!!

Or are we talking about the influence of the underworld on the world of humans and how they can control them??!!

Or are you afraid and want to know only the part that interests you in how to get rid of this bad world, the world of immorality and demons. And how to get rid of them and overcome them all??!!

What do you think??!!

Are you afraid??!! Are you afraid??!!

I apologize to you, the reader, and you, the reader, but the truth is in order to be able to know it, you must also know the dark side of it that controls it, otherwise there is no salvation for you without knowledge.

The question now is: Have you chosen the topic you want to talk about?!!

Or are you confused and he is confused as usual??!!

So let me choose for you, um, what do you think?

Shall we start from that (church) which is in the middle of the city of Rome, the “Church of Saints and Mujahideen” who left

The world and what is in it, that they may worship their “god.”

This is the desired day when the bells are sounded and human sacrifices are sacrificed to be presented to their bloody god, the “God of Light” “Lucifer” as they describe it, so I tell you do not panic.

Do not be afraid of what you will know and hear in a world full of darkness.

Do not run away, dear reader, and do not close your eyes when the scene shocks you, so I warn you.. If you cannot, do not approach this church, because it is the church of Satan.

And do not approach this novel because it is my story..not

The writer's novel.

Come on then I will take you with me from history to history and from dimension to dimension and from layer to layer, if you are not psychologically prepared, do not continue reading, and run away very far..even without shoes.

So, would you like to enter that church with me???

Do you see it now??!!

It's right there where it was hundreds of years ago.

We will not enter through the big door, but from

《Pastor Lombardo's Entrance》This entrance will lead us to what's under the church, let's go down the narrow stairs quietly, we are now six floors underground, and now tell me do you smell this??!!

It is the smell of satanic "incense" to prepare the place,

Do you hear those loud noises???

They are not the sounds of celebrations, but rather the sounds of people being tormented.... Yes, it is. I told you that if you are not ready, go back, do not enter with me through this door, because if you enter it, you will not leave it until you complete the novel

Yes, as I heard, it is not a threat, but a warning!!

If the decision is up to you,

.........thought

.........Think well

.......... Rethink

So you decided to continue the novel, right??!!,

Well, I'll open the door quietly...

Do not be afraid, because they will not see you, because you are hidden from their red eyes.

But .... if your soul is foul and they smell your scent, do not blame me ... I have nothing to do with it,

They can reach you anywhere on earth

If you are the owner of a bad breath, be sure that you will see them tonight, and they may torture you and the Jathoom may visit you... Yes, the Jathoom... But please tell me if someone visits you, you may be innocent... Only I can help you get rid of them.

So try to enter quietly.

Come on in, do you see this blood scattered everywhere and these bodies??!!

Exactly here the (vampires) of the human beings were celebrating sacrifices, do you see that man standing there in the middle of the circle cheering incomprehensible words??

Yes, that person who wears a red cloak,

It's the head of the church 《Antonio》 cast a spell to bring demons, do you see those naked girls there and handcuffed on the table??

They are the sacrifices of (Satan Caesus) and his disciples.

Now in the presence of “majestic” priests and veteran clergy will declare their allegiance to “Lucifer”, so be prepared that you will see the most heinous crimes,

It is a crime of survival,

crime of force,

crime of lust,

crime of pleasure,

That's how they call it

...

After slaughtering the sacrifices and drinking their blood, the declaration of loyalty and obedience is an obligatory matter.

So do not look at those naked and stripped bodies lying on the church table,

And leave you those beautiful women who are standing there while they are having sex in the most horrific way possible, because they are in fact just demons in human form, Here in this world that you entered with your feet, you will see and hear the ugliest words and the worst possible letters.

Here in this world you will see the dead eating the living, then you will see them eating the children while they are alive.

And you will see who among them still drinks blood and practices vice with the priests who claim to protect the sanctuaries and and and ... and all

These slogans...

Forget everything they say on TV .

and color magazines, all that absurdity,

Never mind, oh, hear me well, and do not look there, for I see those looks that made you see the world in black, and listen to those words that I shall say to you, perhaps they

Never leave your thick head

Do not believe a religious man whose eyes are round... Nor a politician whose eyes are glaring... Nor a man who claimed your friendship and eyes on your life and your pocket... Do not believe anyone... Because the time of friendship

is over , Just believe in yourself...Believe in yourself,

Did you know who I am??

No of course . . . .

You certainly will not know me.

How do you know who I am??!!

But it's okay. I will tell you my news. I am the servant of the Bible. My name is ( Jamon Lombardy ), from the village of ( Jericho) , and my mother is from the town of Khan Yunis. I wrote this book with ink of blood. Anyone who reads it will be cursed, and it is a forbidden and cursed book. .

You will ask me why??

And I will tell you the story and the truth that you will not know in

any other place.

I will be very frank with you to the point of astonishment,

Five thousand five hundred years ago I made a deal with

(Lucifer) in order to convey all the secrets of the underworld to this book, but on its terms and requirements, and in exchange for it that I obtain supernatural power and life without death .

I was a very ordinary young man from a Jewish family, plowing the land and watering the crops. All the girls and women of the village wished to see me, and because I had the physical strength and intelligence that made me special and among the strongest of the village’s youth, a rich man asked me to be his bodyguard who guarded him from bandits, For a very large sum of money, I agreed at once because it was an irreplaceable opportunity.

He was a wealthy man, and had a luxurious mansion, which he filled with all that he wanted, but he had no wife or children. He was a reprehensible man, with a hump on his right shoulder, glaring eyes, and curly hair, and they called him "Komoro bethawon "

Throughout my work with him, I did not see him eat like humans, sleep like them, or even look at women!! ,

Sometimes I saw him entering the palace door, although I'm sure he never came out!!

How did he get out again??!!

After a year, completely and completely, he asked me a very strange request,

He asked me to share his dinner with him, and the problem was that his dinner was disgusting. Every day he ate one of the children who were kidnapped at sunset, in addition to drinking the blood extracted from their bodies. At first I categorically refused, but he took me to a room I don't know about. Although I know the palace, inch by inch, but it was the first time I saw this room, as if it had no end, filled with gold, mountains like mountains my eyes had never seen before, treasures and statues of gold, something like an incredible imagination.

While I was touching those jewels and that stored gold, the owner of the palace called "Komuro" spoke softly, saying: Do you see all this gold?

I said to him with confidence: Why are you not afraid that I will kill you and seize everything you own, especially since you have no family, and I am a strong young man that no one can confront me??!!

But he laughed loudly and turned to me and said, "I hope you'll try just to see what happens to you, handsome one."

While (the owner of the palace) was leaving that room, I saw bright eyes everywhere, and they were scary eyes, so that they started making noises like the sounds of wild beasts, which made me go out quickly, as soon as I came out until I closed the door hard as if someone had locked it, I went quickly Behind "Komoro bethawon "

And I ask him and I say: Who the hell are you??

Who was in the room??

But he did not pay any attention to me. He sat down on his chair and asked me to sit down to share his supper, while he drank his glass full of blood. All my prey trembled with fear, and I, who had never been afraid in my life, sat down and shared dinner with him, though it was disgusting to the point of nausea.

My plate was raw, uneven steak with blood still on it.

But all my thoughts were in that room full of all those treasures and precious gold, I was thinking how I could get it and it had its guards guarding it, so there was no solution to take all those treasures except with this "cursed dinner", I said it was dinner for one day and it became From the rich, it's okay.. I will bid farewell to poverty once and for all, and I will bid farewell to the miserable life I was living,

Today if you ask me do you regret that night??

My answer: I have reached a point where regret is no longer useful.

This heart no longer feels remorse or fear,

My body is empty of feelings and emotions.

And I reached the point to be or not to be.. It's only the end,

After we finished dinner, he asked me to go down with him to the basement of the palace, there in a room I had never seen in my life. It was a black room filled with half-human monsters and snakes. As soon as they saw me, they threw themselves on my body and tore my clothes and had sex with me over and over again without my will. I was as if I was a tool to satisfy their sexual instincts, and as if they were thirsty for sex with a human being, I could hear them screaming in different voices??!! ,

As for me, I did nothing but be completely submissive to them.

On the morning of the second day, he asked me to go with him to the same room, but I refused, except that he told me this time it would be different,

When we went down, no one was there but a small desk, red ink and a blank book, and he asked me to carry everything

Found in these leather manuscripts to the book,

When I asked him what this was, he said that it was the "Secrets of Solomon" and that I had to write them all with this red ink, which is the blood of cursed demons mixed with the blood of men.

The wrongdoers and the blood of virgin girls.

Throughout my time in that room from which I did not come out, I could hear frightening noises until morning, except for those serpents that would circle around me every night until the last third of the night and then disappear after they had sex with me

Until I completed (The Cursed Book), which took me forty days, which was full of incantations, types of magic, how to use them, their rituals, and the names of demons and servants of the underworld.

And on the last night the serpents came and brought me news that they had given birth to me young serpents and that they were my children. My shock was indescribable... Four serpents gave birth to thirty-three serpents. The upper half looked like humans and the lower half looked exactly like a serpent, except for one that was completely human, except That her eyes are like the eyes of a serpent, I called her "Leona"

After forty days I came out of the room with the book in my hand and thirty-three serpents named after my name (haha)

really strange,

(He is the one who can sleep and wake up in the morning, he has the flu and he does not have a clogged soul to eat, not even how many dishes are stuffed.. but he enters a room and when he comes out, he has a pile of meat, excuse me, life, in the name of God, Masha Allah.. Thirty-three live except one and a cursed book.. From you to God, Komoru... Haha)

It was " Komoru bethawon"

He is waiting for me in the gold room, and he is happy to say to me : Today you have the right to all this wealth.

Surely you will die now of envy and wish you were in my place, forty days have passed and I will become one of the richest... Rather, one of the richest men on the face of the world.

But I apologized to him and asked him to leave me alone , I was no longer greedy for that gold or that wealth , My intuition was telling me that it was not the end... but only the beginning....

And my hunch is true.

And because I am talking to you from the underworld .

Here there is nothing like above .

There is nothing like humans .

Nothing like what you know .

There is nothing here but murder, sex and conspiracy.

Here you hear them plotting against human beings, how to kill them and enter them into wars, and how to make them obsessed with sex and money.

Here no one sleeps but a little as if they are taking an evening nap .

Here everyone is practicing with everyone .

Here there are no morals or mercy .

Here there is no emotion or comfort.

Here you are either with them or you will never be .

It is a base...!!

What did you say, reader ??!!

Did I hear you correctly ??!!

Are you asking me what I did ??!!

The question itself is wrong,

You have to ask me what I have become ??!!

"Four thousand years later"

Do you see what I see today??

Do you smell this scent that fills the streets??

The world is struggling with death, all the streets of Rome are fighting

black death again .

Today is Sunday of the year 2020, I am here witness to the terrible event, in the middle of " the Vatican" , witness to the history of " Rome" and "europe" with this outbreak.

It's a "devil epidemic."

Whoever believes in him become one body, and whoever does not believe in him turns away from him, but he is one of our secrets, we are the hidden world .

Don't tire your little mind thinking, we don't get anything wrong,

We are "holy"

You make me laugh....because you are arrogant, arrogant, and a selfish person who only thinks of himself, yet you want to know everything, you curious one.

Listen to me well.. it is one word I will say, and because the journey is still in its beginning and we are still in the first chapters, then hear me :

It is the epidemic that we have been working on for centuries to kill humanity and reduce its increasing growth!!

Do you think this pandemic is the last??!!

So, you are naive and stupid !!

İt's just because...

it's only the beginning

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End of the first part of the novel

" Guardians of the Temple "

" Ancheretos"

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I apologize to the reader for the harsh terms and images that were mentioned by the central character in this novel, but they are scenes of their filth that explain the truth.

🙏🙏🙏

by

#Reem_shadili

#simon & schuster #roxanna macmillan #margaret macmillan #hachette #penguinsofinstagram #penguin random house #simon schubert #simon & schuster #fantasy books #bookaholic #bookstagram #book quotes

[ye4gerismarchives]

the bachelorette chp 5, part 1: jean’s proposal

an: hey y'all! we made it! proposals! what i've decided to do with connie and jean is write their proposal chapters and not have your answer, at least not yet. i'll be writing a separate chapter with your response to each man. this should give you enough time to vote and plan your wedding/future! link at the bottom.

tags: black fem reader

tag list: @taybird

Today, you were supposed to meet with Jean for your final date- at least for this show. Who knows- you might have a LOT of dates after today. If Jean plays his cards right, date nights would most definitely be a regular thing.

Levi gave you no clues on what to expect during today's date. All you knew was to wear light clothing and comfortable walking shoes. You wondered what Jean had planned for you. Your first thought was an outdoor date- since white people be doing everything outside.

You finished getting ready, grabbed your items and something small to eat on your way to the venue. Jean wouldn't be picking you up today. He arranged a ride for you. It sounded like something Jean would do. He probably say something like 'Oh, I just wanted to surprise myself' when you get there. Just know you realized how cheesy Jean was.

You walked out of the mansion and was met with another black limo. When you learned that Jean had a ride for you, you expected something other than a limo. So, if you needed or wanted something from Jean, you would have to give him small clues or tell him directly. But you couldn't blame him. You guys have been together for five weeks.

The limo ride wasn't that long to your surprise. Although Jean didn't seem to catch on to a lot of things, he was always looking out for your well-being. You always fell asleep during long drives, so he probably picked a close location so that you'd be wide awake. Your driver helped you out of the car and led you to wherever Jean was.

It seemed to be some sort of park but the further you went, multiple flowers started to appear. Multiple eventually became a field. From what you could see was a gazebo and a man, pacing around. “I can take it from here. Thank you,” you told the driver. The driver stared at you for a moment before deciding to walk off. You walked over to the gazebo and as you got closer, the mystery man slowly turned into Jean. You took a step on one of stairs that made a creaking noise. Jean immediately turns around his eyes widen.

“Let me help you!” he says. “Jean, it’s alright. I know how to walk up that stairs,” you laugh. “But it’d be rude of me to let my woman walk up these stairs herself. What if they break midway?”

His woman. Hearing that made your heart flutter. Jean’s hand making contact with yours took your breath away. He really was beautiful.

You decided not to argue with him and allowed him to help you up. “So, for this date, I wanted to show you more of me,” he explains. “In what way?” you tease. “Well…not what you’re hinting at. You’ll have to wait for us to get married first.” Jean shakes a finger at you and you help but laugh some more. “I do have some french ancestry, so I got someone to make some french foods for us. I would do it myself but I don’t want you to die before we get married.”

“So, if we have kids, am I supposed to do all the cooking?” you put a hand on your chest dramatically. “Hopefully by then, I’ll be able to make kid edible foods. But let’s worry about you and me right now,” he says. Jean pulls a chair for you. You thank him as you sit down. In front of you are two foil wrapped plate.

Jean sits down across from you. “I wanted this date to be really private, so I don’t have anyone to serve appetizers and all that, so I put everything together. There’s a mixed salad, for appetizers, (beef/pork/chicken/fish/if you don’t eat meat just ignore this) with (potatoes/pasta/vegetables) and there’s like two strawberry crêpes in the little plate.”

“Wow, Jean, you really want me to say yes,” you joke. “Haha, well, I’m sure the both of us do,” Jean says referring to Connie. You don’t reply to his comment and instead take off the foil off of the bigger plate.

“This looks good, Jean. Thank you,” you say. “I hope you enjoy it,” he replies.

The next hour is discussions that range from food to the type of houses you wanted in the future to stories from your personal life. Time went by so quick, you didn’t notice how dark it was getting.

“y/n?” You turn your attention to Jean, who is getting up from his seat. He’s fishing for something in his pocket. He pulls out a box and is now on one knee in front of you. “y/n, never in life did I think I would be on tv and spend five weeks looking for the love of my life. But I still did it. It’s you and it’s always been you. I’m ready to move on to our future…only if you’re ok with it.”

He opens the box to reveal a small rose quartz with a simple sliver band.

and the chapter ends there. i need some more data (literally have one response). it’s all up to y’all if you say yes or no🧏🏾‍♀️ link (WITH NEW QUESTIONS) if you already answered the required questions, just let me know!

#black!reader #jean kirstein x reader #aot x black! reader #connie spinger x reader

[tsrookie]

Alright, so today’s the three-year anniversary of Reputation a.k.a the greatest album of all time, my baby, the light of my life, the album that deserved a Grammy (trying desperately not to think about the scene from Miss Americana😭), the album that introduced us to the most beautiful couple ever, the album that shut Kimye up, and I better stop now, or else I’m not gonna shut up.

So in honour of this momentous occasion (and the fact that I reached 200+ followers! Thank you so much you guys!🥺 Love you all 3000💙), here’s a loooooong post on why Reputation is the Ethan and MC album.

1. ...Ready For It?

No one has to know

Throwback to MC saying the exact same words back in Miami.

In the middle of the night, in my dreams

You should see the things we do, baby, mmm

In the middle of the night, in my dreams

I know I'm gonna be with you

So I take my time

Remember back when MC asked for Ethan to get into bed right away during their first time? Ethan told them that he had dreamt about the moment for months, so he wasn’t going to rush it.

2. End Game

Big reputation, big reputation

Ooh you and me would be a big conversation

These two dating would be the talk of the hospital, and they know it.

Even when we'd argue, we don't do it for long

And you understand the good and bad, end up in the song

For all your beautiful traits, and the way you do it with ease

For all my flaws, paranoia, and insecurities

Think these lines are pretty self-explanatory😌

I hit you like bang

We tried to forget it, but we just couldn't

*gets war flashbacks of the ‘reset’ phase*😭 They tried to make it work, but we all know how Ch 8 of book 2 went😌

I swear I don't love the drama, it loves me

Perfect for our chaotic MC😌

3. Don’t Blame Me

Do I... really have to explain this one?

For you, I would cross the line

I would waste my time

I would lose my mind

They say she's gone too far this time

Do we need a recap of our rule-breaking MC?

And baby, for you, I would fall from grace

Just to touch your face

If you walk away

I'd beg you on my knees to stay

He was willing to risk his (mostly) rule-abiding reputation for being with MC. And there’s no way he wouldn’t beg for MC not to leave him if he ever screwed up🤷‍♀️

4. Delicate

This ain't for the best

My reputation's never been worse, so

You must like me for me

Ethan stood by MC’s side throughout the Ethics hearing, when her reputation was completely smeared, and people only saw her as a patient murderer. He didn’t know about the sabotages, but he would’ve definitely supported her if he had known.

We can't make

Any promises now, can we, babe?

Commitment-phobia🙃

Sometimes I wonder when you sleep

Are you ever dreaming of me?

Sometimes when I look into your eyes

I pretend you're mine, all the damn time

They spent so much of time apart, not able to be with each other, so the least they could do was dream of being with each other all the time.

5. So It Goes (an underrated af bop)

What can I say... it’s a sex song, okay? Don’t make me go into the details😂 Just listen to the lyrics, and all will be clear.

6. Gorgeous (Tumblr won’t let me put any more links)

MC’s eternal anthem to Ethan.

Whisky on ice, Sunset and Vine

You've ruined my life, by not being mine

We all know Ethan loves Whiskey, and the second line? C’mon!

You're so gorgeous

I can't say anything to your face

'Cause look at your face

And I'm so furious

At you for making me feel this way

But, what can I say?

You're gorgeous

Ethan Ramsey is famous for two reasons. One: his smart brain, I guess😒 Two: HIS LOOKS!!! HE’S GORGEOUS, AND DON’T DENY IT.

And you should think about the consequence

Of you touching my hand in the darkened room (dark room, dark room)

Ah, the olden days of hand holding in the diagnostics office🥺

Ocean blue eyes looking in mine

I feel like I might sink and drown and die

No explanation required.

You make me so happy, it turns back to sad, yeah

There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have

You are so gorgeous it makes me so mad

The wonderful will-they-won’t-they saga. The frustrating hot-and-cold behaviour. The ‘We can’t’, ‘It’s unethical’ and ‘It’s complicated’. MC deserves an award for her patience😓

7. King Of My Heart

I'm perfectly fine, I live on my own

I made up on my mind, I'm better off bein' alone

Ethan ‘I don’t believe in soulmates and nobody’s waiting at home’ Ramsey.

And all at once, you are the one I have been waiting for

King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa

And all at once, you are all I want, I'll never let you go

King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa

This could be from both Ethan and MC’s perspectives. The love they share isn’t something that you get easily. It’s something that MC has waited for her whole life, and something Ethan never knew he needed, but now can’t live without🥺

Late in the night, the city's asleep

Your love is a secret I'm hoping, dreaming, dying to keep

Change my priorities

The taste of your lips is my idea of luxury

This was definitely Ethan throughout book 2, after he finally gave in. He let go of his previous rules and regulations, especially during the time of the attack. He was clearly affected, and once MC was alright, his main priority was her, and her alone.

Is the end of all the endings?

My broken bones are mending

With all these nights we're spending

Ethan’s been burnt a lot in the past. But all those wounds are now healing thanks to MC.

Up on the roof with a school girl crush

Drinking beer out of plastic cups

They act like lovesick teenagers around each other, like, that’s literally their description if you choose to kiss Ethan for the first time in Chapter 14 of book 2!😅

Say you fancy me, not fancy stuff

Baby, all at once, this is enough

We all know about his initial fear of his mother reaching out to him for the sake of his money. To him, MC not talking advantage of him is a pretty big deal, even though it’s never mentioned. You just know, you know?🥺

8. Dancing With Our Hands Tied

My, my love had been frozen

Deep blue, but you painted me golden

Again, Ethan doesn’t have the best experience with love. But MC changed that.

I'm a mess, but I'm the mess that you wanted

This could go both ways, cause they’re both piping hot messes😬 (but love each other anyway🥺)

The rest of this song could have made so much more sense for them if we had gotten some sort of a secret relationship storyline. But oh well, I’m definitely not complaining about the gala😌 (and definitely not believing any of the supposed cancelled storylines)

9. Dress

Our secret moments

In a crowded room

They got no idea

About me and you

I mean... pretty obvious😌

Even in my worst times, you could see the best of me

And I woke up just in time

Now I wake up by your side

My one and only, my lifeline

This is practically Ethan’s train of thought, and you can’t convince me otherwise.

As for the rest of the steamier lyrics... I’ll um... let you guys listen to it yourselves😁

10. Call It What You Want

I wrote an entire fic inspired by this song, so excuse me for the shameless self-promo, but go give it a read?🥺👉👈(totally fine if you don’t! I’ve probably made so many posts about this song that y’all know the meaning anyway😅)

11. New Years Day

Don't read the last page

But I stay when you're lost and I'm scared and you're turning away

I want your midnights

But I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day

MC has always stayed by Ethan’s side, even when he’s pushed her away. These lines perfectly explain how she wants his worst times, and his best, the midnights they spend staying up together, and the moments where it’s just the two of them, when everyone else has left, like the aftermath of a New Years party (still mad at the fact that we didn’t get to see the gang celebrate New Year together😭)

I'll be there if you're the toast of the town babe

Or if you strike out and you're crawling home

The above explanation for these lines as well.

Please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere

Becoming strangers to each other would be their worst nightmares. Knowing that the other was out there in the world somewhere, but not being in their lives would kill them.

You and me forevermore

These two are each other’s soulmate, they know it, even if they haven’t said it yet. Forever wouldn’t be enough for them to shower each other with they love they hold for each other. But it’s a good start.

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If you guys made it this far, then I honestly love you more than words can ever express🥺💙 Thanks for putting up with my Swiftie-Directioner-Ethan stan ass, cause I dunno if I’d ever be able to handle someone like myself. And if you read all the above stuff, then I hope you wanna know why this album means so much to me.

Reputation is perceived as a dark album, when in reality it’s truly about finding love amongst all the noise. This album, and Taylor and Joe’s story, taught me what true love actually is, and Ethan and MC cemented that. This album and these two couples (quite literally) saved my life.

The most beautiful part about both these relationships is that even though they never showed it openly, for the sake of their relationships, both Ethan(in the story) and Joe stood by the side of the one’s they loved, despite half of the people who they knew hating on them, or betraying them. And I think that’s what’s truly important. Forming a true relationship like that, be it platonic or romantic, is long lasting, and I hope everyone finds those kind of people to fill their hearts with. Sending much love, and sorry for being a huge sap😅💙

Tagging a couple of my Swiftie homies: @swiftlydarcy @nikki-2406 @dxnicaramsey @kaavyaethanramsey @caseyvalentineramsey @drariellevalentine @justanotherrookie

#open heart #open heart second year #dr ethan ramsey x mc #ethan jonah ramsey #ethan ramsey x mc #ethan x mc #mercy goes nuts #happy three years of Reputation🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤 #ethan ramsey

[marveloussupernerd]

I really enjoyed the way you wrote that Jumin Han ANGST my friend and if you don't mind I would very much like to request more ANGSTTT but with Seven because he is the CEO of ANGST FOR NO REASON. Be as creative as you want with it, you're the author! I was thinking something like MC getting seriously hurt/shot?? by someone who's after Seven from his agency work, or something less *deadly* like MC drunk and cheating/kissing another RFA member. Either way, I know I'll love what you come up with!

Hi bb! Sorry you’ve been waiting for this for like WEEKS but I was NOT in an angst vibe LMAO. But after I’ve brainstormed I’m v excited to write this. If ppl don’t like angst / want to see a resolution maybe request a pt 2 ? 🥺

Bullet Wound - Seven

Warnings: violence (shooting), medical stuff (surgery, injury), argument, spoilers for Seven’s real name !!

Summary: Seven’s company was not very happy that he betrayed them. Neither of you has thought it was a problem anymore. You were wrong. Seven feels responsible for you getting hurt

You held his hand, swinging it as you walked. “I had a lot of fun today,” you told him, smiling as you glanced at him, then down at your entwined hands, his golden wedding band shining in the sunlight.

“Me too! I can’t believe you had never had fish-shaped buns before today,” he mentioned, feigning shock.

You laughed. “They were very good. But honestly, I hadn’t even heard of them until the RFA talked about them.”

He sighed. “Who would believe my wife was so boring before she met me?”

You used your shoulder to ram into his side slightly, pushing him off his path slightly. He simply laughed. “What do you wanna do when we get home?”

“Hmmm...” you thought aloud, “nap. Cuddle. I’m exhausted.”

“You shouldn’t have stayed up all night with me when I was doing my work,” he pouted.

You shrugged. “What can I say? I can’t sleep without my husband by my side.”

He stopped for a second, halting you with him and pulling your hand slightly to turn you towards him. He had that goofy, fond smile you loved so much. “You’re so cute. I love you.” His voice was firm, full of meaning, as though nobody could deny it.

You couldn’t hide your grin, turning back on track and pulling him along with you. “I love you t-“

A deafening noise. It made you jump. “What the hell was that?” Seven exclaimed.

You looked around, trying to find the origin of the sound. And then you felt it; fire in your body. In your back. You placed a hand on it and flinched from the pain, blood slicking your hand. “Saeyoung,” you uttered out, the shock evident in your voice. “I think we need to run.”

He turned to look at where you were glancing, and then saw your hand. “Shit!” He exclaimed. Without hesitation, he swung you into his arms. “Hold on tight and stay with me, Babe.” He started running toward his babe car.

He threw the door open, setting you down gently in the seat. He buckled you up, hand pulling the lever to move the seat upright. “Ow!” You hissed in pain from the contact of the chair against your wound.

He shut the door and headed to his side, climbing in and driving off without even buckling his seatbelt. “I know it hurts but that’ll help keep some pressure on it. I’m driving to the ER as fast I can, so just hold on.”

“Sae... Saeyoung,” you choked out, trying to focus on your breathing and not the pain. “Your seatbelt.”

“Oh!” He used one hand to buckle it up. “Sorry. I didn’t even think about it.”

“You have to be safe too, okay?” You started tearing up. “Remember that.”

“Don’t say things like that.” He raised his voice. You nodded. You saw him frown. “I just... you’re making it sound like you’re going to die. And you’re not.” His voice was much softer now.

“I understand. I’m sorry I made it seem that way.” You let out a breathy sigh. “I’m just scared.”

He stopped the car pretty suddenly, right outside of the emergency room doors. He unbuckled, rushing out of the door, leaving his keys and phone inside. He opened yours and picked you up again. “I know. But you’re gonna be fine. I’m not going to leave your side.”

“I don’t think-“

“I’ll figure it out. Even if I have to watch you on the cameras. I’ll be here for you. Promise.”

“I love you,” you whimpered, lip trembling. You were scared.

“I need help! My wife’s been shot!” He announced as he entered the room. Fortunately, nobody was waiting and subject to the scene, only the people working there.

The lady at the front’s eyes widened. She announced something over the speakers, but you couldn’t hear it. “Where at?” You heard her ask Saeyoung. Your vision was blurry. You were nervous.

“Back.”

“Scale of 1 to 10?” They both shifted their eyes towards you.

“Eight.”

They didn’t stop looking at you. You raised an eyebrow. Why? “One to ten?” She asked again. Saeyoung looked petrified.

Were your words not coming out? You took a deep breath, focusing on expelling the air and moving your mouth to get the words out. “Eight.”

“Okay,” she nodded, scribbling things down. Seven smiled sadly at you.

Two people burst through the doors with one do those rolling beds. Seven set you down gently in it. He didn’t even have a chance to say goodbye. Your eyes widened in fear as you heard the doctors frantically speaking medical jargon. Saeyoung, in the distance, blew you a kiss. You closed your eyes and tried to relax.

When you did open your eyes again, they felt extremely heavy. Like you were doing physical labor to open them. “Thank God!” It was Seven’s voice. You worked harder to open your eyes and saw him, still in his bloody outfit from earlier, bags under his eyes and concern marking his features.

“Hi,” you said weakly, trying to give him a smile.

“Oh my God. I was afraid I’d lose you.” His eyebrows knitted in concern. “Did you know your heart stopped during surgery?” A sob escaped from the back of his throat. “It stopped.”

“I’m here,” you whispered. Your voice was hoarse. “I’m still here.”

You reached out your hand to grab his own, not surprised to see an IV hooked to your arm. “This is all my fault.” He was crying hard now, eyes refusing to meet your own. “This is because of me.”

“It’s not your fault,” you reassured him.

“It is! None of this would have happened if I wouldn’t have let you get close.” He walked away from you, moving to look out the window. “I’m an idiot.”

“I don’t think so. I’m glad you let me in, Saeyoung. I don’t blame you for this at all.”

“But I do. I blame myself.” His voice was now more angry with himself than sad.

A knock on the door. The doctor. Saeyoung composed himself, turning to meet him.

“Nice to see you again, Saeyoung.” The doctor greeted, a bright smile on his face. “And there’s our fighter. How are you feeling?”

“I think whatever pain stuff you have me on helps, but I just woke up so I’m still a bit drowsy.”

He looked down at your chart. “You did sleep through the night. 17 hours,” he explained.

Your eyes snapped back to Seven. “You’ve been here for seventeen hours?” You asked, the shock evident in your voice.

The doctor laughed. “He’s been by your side the whole time. Now I do want to keep you probably for another few days to monitor, but it should be pretty relaxed. Just try to keep your mind at ease and your heart rate down. All helps the healing.”

“Any significant injuries I should know about?” You asked. You knew people got really messed up from shot wounds.

He grinned, shaking his head no. “You were very lucky. Didn’t hit any major organs or your spine. You’re in good shape, relatively speaking.” He wrote something on his sheet. “I’m going to make sure the nurses visit you every half hour. I’ll probably be back in two hours or so. If you need anything in between, feel free to page the nurses.”

“Thank you Doctor,” you smiled. He waved and left.

“I... don’t think we should do this,” Seven spoke up, breaking the silence.

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“I’m putting you in too much danger,” he stated simply.

“Well I’m okay. And I think it’s worth it,” you defended.

He sighed, shaking his head. “You’re such... an idiot. How could you get shot because of me and still be so naive and stupid?” He wasn’t yelling, but his voice was cold. The beeping on your heart monitor steadily increased, betraying you by giving away how his words made you feel.

“And what do you want me to do about it Seven? It’s not like we’re just dating casually. We can’t just break up. We’re married. And thank goodness we are,” you added for good measure.

“‘Maybe we shouldn’t be.”

The monitor jumped again. This time it didn’t slow down. Your eyes felt heavy again and your back felt like it was on fire once more. “Don’t say that.” You whimpered, your voice quiet due to the pain.

“I’ll say what I want. It’s a bad idea.”

“Saeyoung.” Your voice was very firm. “I-“ you listened to the racing heart monitor again. “Do you hear that? My heartbeat? How fast it’s going because of things you’re saying? I’m supposed to be relaxed. You’re not helping.”

“I’m trying to make you be realistic” he defended.

“Go home Saeyoung.” You demanded.

“Huh?”

“Go home. Take a shower. Change out of the bloody clothes. Take a nap. Come back to me when you’ve decided to be mild and respectful of my health.”

“But, I-“

“No.” You said, allowing no room for argument. “You are upsetting me. Come back when you feel bette.r.”

“I’m scared to leave you,” he whimpered, turning to you so you could see his eyes watering.

“I need to be alone right now. Go home. See you later.”

He frowned. A lot. He sniffled.

“Stop!” You called to him. “You’re the one who said you wanted to get a divorce. And I said to leave and calm down for a while. So stop pouring.” You jutted your lip out. “I can’t get comfy laying down and my husband wants to divorce me because I got shot and I got shot.”

His frown only increased. “Take care,” he said softly, heading to the door. “I’ll respect your wishes.” He walked out the door.

#mystic messenger #mysme #seven

[fire-angel]

DRAGON HEART

Firebender x ???

Hey guys, just anted to say that if you want, you can request one shots. Also dm me if you want to be tagged to be updated with this series.

Also the parts are somewhat long because I try to fit a whole episode in each part.

Prologue       Part 1

PART 2

A few days ago we left the Northern Air Temple, so much happened in the little time we stayed there. I was starting to get along with everyone, except for Sokka that is, we always seem to argue and maybe it's because he hates me??? Because I was Fire Nation, but that's my past. Anyways, the people living in the air temple gifted me a new set of clothes and even warm coats for my journey to the North. I am so thankful for them.

We are now headed towards the North Pole so Aang and Katara can find a water bending master.

"I'm not one to complain, but can't Appa fly any higher?" Sokka says indeed complaining.

Appa does seem tired, we're getting lower and lower to the ocean.

"I have an idea-" Aang says looking back "-why don't we all get on your back and you can fly us to the North Pole?"

"I'd love to! Climb on everyone-" he wiggles his butt at everyone "-Sokka's ready for takeoff!"

Momo jumps up on Sokka in response to his invitation.

"Look, we're all just a little tired and cranky because we've been flying for two days straight." I tell them and Katara agrees.

"And for what?" Sokka exclaims "We can't even find the Northern Water Tribe. There's nothing up here."

Suddenly a noise is heard up ahead. Ice is moving rapidly towards Appa. We all scream and Aang pulls Appa's reigns and avoids the ice, but almost tips us all off the saddle. Appa then moves as another jet of ice erupts out of the waves, but this one slams into Appa's underside, who drops in an uncontrolled spin into the water. Out of the icebergs several ornate wooden skiffs come to surround us.

"They're waterbenders! We found the Water Tribe! " She shouts with excitement.

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Aang gets up " There it is! "

"The Northern Water Tribe..." Katara continues

"We're finally here..." i whisper in awe.

The water benders leads us into their village and through the canals.

The city is loaded with beautiful streams, waterfalls and fountains. They pass another boat with a waterbender and a beautiful young Water Tribe woman with white hair, Sokka focuses on her, blushes and tried to follow her by running down Appa's tail.

"This place is beautiful." Katara says

"Yeah, she is." Sokka replied while looking dreamily at the girl from the boat.

I roll my eyes and look away. From what Katara told me, it seemed to me like he was friendly with a girl from Kyoshi Island a few weeks ago. I start to chuckle.

Sokka turns to me with a serious face "What's your deal?"

"Oh nothing nothing" I wave him off.

Later on we were invited to see the Chief because he wanted to celebrate the Avatars arrival. Katara and I finished getting ready and met up with the boys outside as we started to head out towards their palace.

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We arrive and we take our seats at the table, Katara to my right and Sokka to my left.

I'm admiring everything around us until i hear Sokka whisper.

"You should probably keep to yourself that you're a fire bender-"Wow is he trying to look out for me- " we don't want you scaring people off and ruining the mood if everything"

Ouch. How can he say that? I feel my skin starting to get hot as I was starting to turn that sadness into anger and noticed I was starting to melt a hole on the table and I quickly took my hands away.

"And what's the deal with you literally burning up like some-" Sokka was gonna continue but the Chief was about to speak.

"Tonight, we celebrate the arrival of our brother and sister from the Southern Tribe, and they have brought with them someone very special, someone whom many of us believed disappeared from the world until now. The Avatar! We also celebrate my daughter's 16th birthday. Princess Yue is now of marrying age.

Princess Yue is walking towards us.

Sokka looks at her with wide eyes.

"Thank you, father. May the great Ocean and Moon Spirits watch over us during these troubled times."

"Now, Master Pakku and his students will perform! " the Chief indicates.

As the waterbending show continues, a figure walks behind us and sits down next to Sokka. It’s Princess Yue.

"Hi, there. Sokka, Southern Water Tribe. " He says trying to act all cool.

Princess Yue smiles and bows slightly "Very nice to meet you."

"So... uh... you're a Princess!” She nods and smiles “You know, back in my tribe, I'm kinda like a Prince myself!" He says

I just couldn't hold it in " Ha! Prince of what? "

Now an angry Sokka looking back at me "A lot of things! Uh, do you mind? I'm trying to have a conversation here!"

With a smirk on my face I mock a bow "My apologies, Prince Sokka."

Sokka turns to Yue and attempts to flirt by asking her to do an "activity" or something. What the spirits

Very smooth.

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It's the morning and I'm left alone to wander around the town. Aang and Katara are getting trained, Sokka went to find the princess and I am currently walking up a mountain of ice so I can be high enough to feel the Sun and do some meditation.

I come back to our place at nightfall to see everyone except Sokka is back.

"What did you do today Y/N? Practice your fire bending?" asked Aang.

"No, I was told to not even try that while I'm here, so I just did some meditating"

"What? Who told you that?" Aang asked me seriously concerned "Momo I told you to be nice"

"Don't worry” I laughed  “it wasn't Momo and I understand"

Sokka walks in all mopey.

"How's warrior training going?" Katara asked.

In response Sokka kicks a bag on the floor in anger, falls to his knees, and then flops on the bag, using it as a pillow.

"That bad?" Aang asks him.

"No, it's Princess Yue. I don't get it. One minute she wants to go out with me and the next she's telling me to get lost! So how's waterbending training?"

I sit up excited to hear about how it went, but Katara flops onto her sleeping bag, depressed.

“Master Poophead won't teach her because she's a girl." Aang replied.

"Why don't you just teach her, Aang? " I suggest.

Katara raises her head with a smile "Why didn't I think of that? At night, you can teach whatever moves you learned from Master Pakku. That way you have someone to practice with and I get to learn waterbending. Everyone's happy!"

"I'm not happy." Sokka cuts in

"But you're never happy. Come on, Aang."

They go off.

"Hey Y/N, I’ve been thinking about it and I'm sorry about what I said yesterday. It isn’t fair to you. It's just, we've never had a good experience with fire benders. Katara and I personally, we lost our mother because of the Fire Nation..."

I just listen to his story without saying a word until he finished. He tells me about how his mother died and how they are being constantly chased by the Fire Nation because of Aang.

"Look Sokka, I understand the fear and the hate, I really do. I know how dangerous and destructive fire bending and the Fire Nation can be. When I was young, my parents died giving their life for the Fire Nation and so I was raised by my grandfather Jeong Jeong. Growing up I had many try to train me fire bending but they all quit on me because my fire bending was ‘too different’ and at times ‘out of control’. They thought of it as a weakness for the Nation and their pride.....You've seen it first hand, my emotions is like some kind of fuel to it. I burn up every time my feelings get strong and sometimes lose control over it."

"Yeah, like what happened back with Master Jeong Jeong after Aang burned Katara" Sokka recalls.

"Yeah, I end up hurting the people I care about" I look down and take a deep breath before I continue "With time my grandfather realized how wrong the Nation was and their beliefs and decided to escape with me. We barely made it out alive. My grandfather later trained me to have some control over my bending through meditation. He says I'm more powerful than I realize, and that that's why the Nation didn't want me, because they were afraid or something...but now he's gone too."

"Hey, you have us now. We'll be your family and we can help you." He reassures.

"Thanks Sokka. You did have a point though, I should try to keep myself under cover because if the Fire Nation finds out who I am, then we'll be an even bigger target."

"Yeah, we'll protect you Y/N. I promise" he smiles.

Suddenly Aang and Katara comes in with a face with mixed emotions. They sit down and tell us what happened when they tried to train and how Master Pakku caught them and kicked Aang out from his training. We decided to go the next morning to talk to the chief and try to negotiate.

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"What do you want me to do?" says Chief Arnook "Force Master Pakku to take Aang back as his student?"

"Yes – please!" I try to reason for them.

"I suspect he might change his mind if you (looking at Katara) swallow your pride and apologize to him." He says.

"Fine." Katara says clearly unhappy.

"I'm waiting, little girl." Master Pakku smugly says.

"No! No way am I apologizing to a sour old man like you!" As Katara speaks, cracks open in the floor beneath her. She ends up by pointing directly at Master Pakku, her finger almost in his face.

"Uh, Katara..." Aang begins to say

Katara has a look of challenge on her face "I'll be outside – if you're man enough to fight me!"

You can hear a group of gasps

"I'm sure she didn't mean that." I try to say.

"Yeh, I think she did." Sokka replies.

We start to go after Katara this is halfway down the steps of the palace.

"Are you crazy, Katara? You're not gonna win this fight!" Sokka tries to knock some sense into her.

Katara takes off her coat and throws it at Sokka, hitting him in the face "I know! I don't care!"

"You don't have to do this for me. I can find another teacher." Aang tries to reason

"I'm not doing it for you! Someone needs to slap some sense into that guy!" She tels them.

The boys look at me for some help.

"Guys She has a point, I mean if I had a chance to show my old teachers that I was worth bejng taught, I think I would have"

As we reach the bottom of the steps, Master Pakku appears.

"So, you decided to show up?" Katara starts to say but He walks past her "Aren't you gonna fight??

"Go back to the healing huts with the other women where you belong." He says without even glancing her way.

3rd POV

Insanely angry, Katara draws a water whip out of the ground and whips Pakku on the back on the neck. He stops

Master Pakku finally faces her " Fine. You want to learn to fight so bad, study closely! "

He begins to bend and Katara runs towards him but he flings her backwards.

Master Pakku mockingly says "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you!"

Pakku creates a whirlpool and it begins to constrict, but before Katara is knocked back down she swings her arm, almost as if she were swinging a baseball bat, deflecting the wall of water off on a different trajectory. Cut to a shot of the spectators, including Aang and Sokka. The errant wall of water hits Sokka

“OW!”

Katara runs at him with a water whip. He raises a ramp of ice in front of her which she slides up and then back flips off, landing neatly on the guardrail of the citadel steps behind him. Pakku liquefies the ramp and throws it at her while catching her feet in ice. The wave breaks around Katara, however, as she bends it out of the way.

"You can't knock me down!" She says

The crowd formed starts to cheer

"Go Katara!" Aang shouts.

"You got this Katara!" Y/N encourages.

The fight goes on and Master Pakku is still decided on not teaching Katara.

Katara now standing in front of Pakku, but Master pakku sends shards of ice towards her, the shards land closely all around her. She is trapped. She struggles in vain against her prison of ice, her hands and arms unable to move.

Master Pakku walks towards her "This fight is over."

"Come back here! I'm not finished yet!" Katara yells.

"Yes, you are." he replied. He stops in surprise, picking up the necklace that fell from Katara's neck during the fight.

"This is my necklace!" He says with wonder.

"No it's not, it's mine! Give it back!" She tells him."

"I made this sixty years ago – for the love of my life." He continued saying.

Katara's ice prison liquefies behind him, freeing her "For Kana."

"My Gran-Gran was supposed to marry you?" Katara says in awe.

Master Pakku still holding the necklace, sadly says "I carved this necklace for your grandmother when we got engaged. I thought we would have a long, happy life together. I loved her."

"But she didn't love you, did she? It was an arranged marriage." Katara says.

The Princess' eyes water.

Katara walks up to Pakku "Gran-Gran wouldn't let your tribe's stupid customs run her life. That's why she left. It must have taken a lot of courage."

Proncess Yue begins to cry openly and runs away.

"Go get her." Y/N tells Sokka and nod to her direction.

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