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moondirti · 16 days

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kyle yearns for his captain's approval. you're the perfect medium through which he can secure it.

featuring: gaz x fem!reader x price. very consensual. fondling. inspection. fluff. praise kink. objectification. cucking? anal play. mentions of dp and breeding. 4k words of nonsense.

when price asks gaz if he's got anyone at home, gaz answers.

truthfully. he'd be hesitant to admit that he does to anyone else – soap especially, what with his track record of worming his way into people's pants – but his captain is... his captain. jonathan price. a real force of nature, cursed with an uncanny determinism and a habit of getting what he wants regardless of if those around him are willing. gaz knows that price will find out eventually; when the ring he's been planning to purchase for months finds it's way onto your finger, and he requests a change be made to the dependants section of his paperwork. perhaps before then too, if he really did some digging. but gaz also knows that, if there were anyone to trust with this precious knowledge, it'd be him.

so, he tells him about the little number he's got tucked away in a home in south oxfordshire. it's the lazy afternoon before a big mission, and he shouldn't be drinking but he is, a tumbler cradled between his palms and the burn of rye whiskey loosening his tongue. price doesn't speak, just listens, as the sergeant gradually devolves into more and more detail about your meeting, your courtship, the work you distract yourself with when he's not around. and despite his reverence, he admits it all breathlessly, a sheepishness pervading every word. how is he expected to keep his composure when the air is so heavy? unrelenting scrutiny and the potent waft of cigar-smoke draw a hot flush to his skin, the older man humming every so often as a prompt for him to continue.

he wants to, oddly enough. gaz is a reticent man, second only to ghost when it comes to keeping his life private. but something about this circumstance has him ready to lay it all bare. he wants to tell price about how you kiss his neck, the wicked fucking ways in which you use your mouth to milk him dry. he wants to pull out his phone, scroll through the hidden album full of pictures of your tits, of home-made films that paint you in a cum-covered, dazzling light. he wants price to know that he chose right, wants to hear the praise whispered in his ear as his captain lays a sturdy clap onto his back.

instead, he shrugs.

"not much more to tell, cap."

"damn shame." price taps his cigar to rid of the ashes. "sounds like a proper match, garrick. good for you."

and it's enough. a big enough lump of wood to keep the needy fire in his belly roaring. he shifts in his seat to dissuade the heat, rubbing his jaw in contemplation like he hasn't already thought of a perfect way to reap more.

"tell you what, sir. we survive this next assignment, i'll bring you over to meet 'er."

it's a hairbreadth escape, but they do manage to make it back alive, albeit a bit more scarred than they once were. gaz gets home late at night to find you awake, waiting on him despite the incredibly short notice he'd given you for his arrival. it's there – in the foyer, his nose buried in your neck as you babble on about how much you missed him, and what you'll make for breakfast to celebrate, and questions like hey, are you okay? that cut looks fresh or when was the last time you slept? – that he breaks the news. you'll be having his captain over for dinner in two week's time.

of course you're overjoyed. you've been begging to meet the people he risks his life with ever since he told you what he did for work. the planning is immediate. you're dumping recipes on him the next morning, asking for his opinion on what appetiser, main, and dessert your guest of honour would enjoy best. and what's his poison, anyway? i can get my hands on a nice bottle of scotch if you think it'd be worth it. kyle doesn't have the heart to tell you that nothing you'll do would matter much, that price has already taken a liking to you. besides, if anything, your homemaking ability makes him chub up in his pants. best not to rob himself of that delight.

the night arrives as quick as it had been put forward. gaz has to dodge your attempts to put a tie on him, stifles your complaints with a kiss and insists that it's not that kind of dinner party. you're confused (bless you) but flit around making last minute preparations in your bustier midi-dress anyway, kitten-heels clicking against the polished hardwood floors. at a certain point, he can tell that you're fussing over nothing and pulls you by the hand to stand by the doorway with him.

"there's something i didn't mention earlier." he whispers when you're finally settled, tucking his index finger under your chin. your brows knit anxiously. he pecks the canyons between them, stroking your bottom lip until the frazzled energy bleeds from you.

"why would you wait? there's not enough t–"

"not exactly something you can plan for, doll. s'just gonna happen." when you fail to push him for more context, he sighs. "price is expecting to see you."

"sure... that's the whole point, isn't it?"

"no, sweetheart." gaz's free hand wraps around your waist, lowering until it reaches the plush sweel of your ass. his touch lays breadcrumbs for you to follow, leading you down the very depraved path he's trekked a million times the past few weeks. "i mean all of you."

your lips part in realization. oh. he's scared straight for a second, heart hammering like it always does when he reveals a darker fantasy to you. but you merely smile – anxious, sure, pupils clouded with fresh concern, but a smile nonetheless – and accept his admission gracefully.

"and you want me to let him?"

gaz nods. "if you'd please."

you place a chaste kiss on his cheek, careful not to smear your makeup onto his clean-shaven skin. "okay."

he visibly slackens, an edge of playfulness cutting it's way back into his tone. "what's say we take those panties off, make things easier when the time arrives?"

"can' remember the last time i had a beef welly this good, love. family recipe?"

"yes, actually! but it took me some time to perfect for my own. the original called for sherry in the duxelle, but i always thought wine was better suited."

kyle doesn't know if he's ever been more proud of you.

you're a vision. the paradigm of charm. he half feared things to would be awkward following your conversation at the doorway, but aside from the first few minutes of price's arrival – the time it took everyone to thaw the ice of unfamiliarity – you've been anything but stilted. in fact, he worries that you missed the true implication of his request – of the direction things will take later – given the way you laugh openly. the ease in which you bridge conversation topics. your attentiveness, eyes roving over both your boyfriend and his captain to ensure everyone has everything they need. you certainly don't act like a girl who's going to be nakedly appraised tonight. all the expected clumsiness, the stumbling over your own words, replaced instead by eloquence and quick wit.

sweet girl. bloody... beautiful, darling girl.

price seems to think so too. he chuckles heartily at the stories you offer of kyle failing learning to waterski during your anniversary trip to mauritius (and offers his own insight too, something along the lines of how you'd expect the sergeant to be better balanced, given he's survived hanging off a helicopter before). offers some solid advice on how to deal with the ostentatious coworker whose been bugging you for months. and when you question him about his personal life – a line every good soldier knows not to take with their CO, which has gaz wincing internally – all your guest offers is a genuine, crinkle-eye smile. no doubt appreciative of the non-intrusive manner you ask.

he shoots gaz a look before answering, and it's one full of tacky warmth. a look he's seen several times on the field, molasses sweet and satisfying, one that invades his private thoughts too often to admit. whose effect he knows only comes off in a cold shower, a quick pump to his cock if you're not around to help relieve it. something like approval. unspoken praise.

"wish i could say i've been blessed like the two of ya. married to my work, m'afraid."

"oh." you wave your arms, standing to clear the table of dirty plates. "don't be ridiculous, john. you're a wonderful man. put yourself out there and i'm sure it'll come to you." you say it like it's breathing, and just as easily prance away to the kitchen, your voice losing to the clatter of silverware in the sink. thus, when you yell out something about dessert (price is really only able to decipher i made madeira! over the illegible chorus of cabinets closing) kyle is the one to answer you. well-trained in untangling your voice from any sort of ruckus, poor cell reception and moans and drunk gibberish and the obstructive fabric of his hoodie when you sob into his chest.

"maybe later, doll!" he voices back, scratching the back of his neck as he takes in the food still laid out in front of them. picked apart by hungry forks but still, enough to make up days worth of leftovers.

"mm. the girl stuffed me full, garrick." price stretches from his seat. "if i didnt know any better, i'd reckon you lot were fattening me up to feast on me come winter."

gaz stores the remains of your meal into nearby tupperwares then follows suit, urging his captain to follow him into the lounge. "please," he laughs, nodding when the man pulls a cigar from his pocket and twists it in a silent question. "she thinks they starve us out there. tries to make up for it by feedin' me into oblivion when i'm home."

"speak for yourself. i could do with a home-cooked meal every now 'n' then." the captain takes a puff of the maduro between his fingers, lets the smoke cloud his hindbrain. your house smells so much like you, like kyle and you – warm laundry and anise and jasmine – that he feels a quick lick of guilt at ruining the fragile balance of it. too little too late, too – the scent of leather and oily spice pervades the space.

but you don't mention it once you waltz back in, smoothing your hands across the back of your dress. "if we don't get a chance to try the cake tonight, remind me to send you home with some, john." gaz poorly conceals his laugh with a cough, sinking into the cushion when you shoot him an offended look. "what?"

"nothing," he pouts, then hides his next words behind the back of his hand, whispering to price. "i told you."

"i can hear you, you twat!" you flick his ear, brows furrowed in faux irritation as your boyfriend wraps an arm around your legs.

"i know! hey– i know, gorgeous. was only joking." his forehead nudges your tummy, restless until you comb your hand over his tight curls. "th'captain knows that too. isn't that right, sir?"

"of course."

"you laugh now, but wait until you're halfway through a month long mission. you'll wish you had me around!"

"don't i know it." kyle murmurs, the fingers at the back of your thigh slowly creeping upward. the skirt of your dress slips, climbs up your legs with the motion of his forearm, and all too suddenly he remembers your lack of undergarments.

fuck. he almost forget he pocketed your panties. and you... you've been so natural, such a good hostess despite the cold brush of air constantly on your cunt. it flips a primal switch inside him – that same trigger that'd prompted mention of this night in the first place. blood rushes to his cock so fast it hurts, desperation flooding his lungs until the only thing he can breathe out is your name.

"hmmm." you smile in return. and if price weren't here, he'd bury his nose into the canyon between your legs and take a deep inhale of your natural musk.

but he is, and so all gaz can manage is a quiet: "how about you show the captain our little surprise?"

"oh?" the man in question hums. dangerously relaxed, two legs spread and his posture curved as he watches the little display you put on for him. "what's this about a surprise, then?"

you bite your lip, raking your nails down from your boyfriend's neck to his shoulder and placing a tight, reassuring squeeze there before breaking away. nothing is said as you push an ottoman between price's knees, making sure it's steady before pushing him to rest against the back of the couch.

"do you like my dress?" you practically purr, bending over as to pronounce your tits. kyle's breath stutters, watching for the way superior's eyes take in your form. gratification swells in his belly when he just smiles, patting your hip.

"s'that really a question that needs to be asked, lovie? you know the answer."

an adorable mix between a shrug and giggle is all you give. "kyle says you want to see me."

"aye. i do."

"and i wanna make him happy."

"same for me."

and kyle thinks he could just cum in his pants if this keeps up. he feels filthy, both an observer and the main act in this spectacle. the knowledge that his captain doesn't just want you, the love of his life, but him too works away at him, hollowing him out until he's nothing but a husk of docile yearning.

"so, what'll it be?" you say.

"turn around. elbows on the ottoman, knees on either side of my thighs."

you obey instantly, lamplight catching the heated flush of your skin while you position yourself according to price's wishes. your back arcs so that your ass is prominently within his view, plump even beneath the loose material of your dress.

"kyle."

"sir." he coughs, shifting to conspicuously adjust the aching mass tucked in his waistband.

"on your knees, son. righ' here beside me. when i ask a question, you're expected to answer."

"yes, sir."

"got tha' that, lovie?" he grunts. "respond now, and then it's silence from you."

"okay!" you wiggle your hips, forgetting yourself for a moment. "sir!"

this gaz can do. following orders. grounded pragmatism, however far this is from a professional setting. he figures price has gleaned as much, has given him this task so he doesn't flounder off track throughout the evening and ruin things for everyone. the hard part is over then, all of that hesitant foreplay – of opening up, getting you to agree, of the stretch of time it took for everyone to warm up to one another – wrapped up for something simpler.

all he has to worry about is answering promptly and correctly while he watches his captain–

flip your skirt over your hips.

a low whistle. then, two hands on your backside, kneading the soft flesh there. working either globe apart like dough, the glistening seam of your most private parts spread open to prying eyes. price appraises your cunt for the first time like he would a winning showdog, or the sky on a particularly pleasant day. all utilitarian-like. if it weren't for the bulge in his trousers, your boyfriend would almost be offended.

"no panties, hm?"

"no-" you start, squeaking out an apology when you earn a firm swat to your thigh.

"i asked her to go without them tonight. thought... you'd appreciate it, sir." kyle replies, swallowing the saliva that arises upon seeing your lips flutter.

"good lad." a hot flash of arousal breaks across his chest. the captain lets go of his grip on your ass, watching how the fat jiggles back into place, then returns to squeezing it. "surprised i couldn't smell 'er, way she was dancing around us all night."

it isn't a question, so gaz stays quiet.

the groping continues. sometimes its light – brushes of calloused palms across the area, disturbing the stillness like a rock skipping over water. you ripple when he pokes, shake when he taps. other times, and increasingly once price notes your resilience to pain, it borders on rough. moulding your flesh into compact pinches, jabbing his thumb into the softness so hard it'll bruise. you take it all with grace, a low whine building in your chest that he let's go unpunished.

"she's taking this well. you rough her up often?"

"when she asks, sir." he thinks for a moment, catching your wily smile from the corner of his eye. minx. "likes it more than i do giving it to her."

"need someone to take care of the both of ya." price chuckles, then moves on, oblivious to the way the sergeant's hips buck at his implication. or, maybe he notices – probably does – and stores it away for another time. "looks like a greedy little pussy to me." his thumbs hook onto either side of your labia, pulling it apart like fresh bed to reveal the sloppy mess between. your clit is enflamed, angry for being neglected for so long. if you were allowed to speak, kyle can guarantee with almost a hundred percent certainty that you'd be whining to be touched. "look a' tha'." price's accent grows thicker. "fat little thing just jumping for attention."

he curls a finger, then flicks the swollen bud. a loud moan bursts from you, your face falling between your forearms as you hold yourself back from begging. gaz would've acquiesced by now, would've rubbing the bundle of nerves raw the second you fanned your pretty lashes up at him.

but price snaps it three more times in rapid succession, which apparently is too much for you to handle because you yell. "p-please!"

he remedies your slip up with a slap to the same area. the crack on impact echoes long enough to tell him that one hurt. "shhh. so spoiled, sergeant. how often do you make her cum?"

"a-at least three times a go, sir."

"what's the record?"

"eight."

"and the longest you've held off?"

kyle hesitates, bowing his head for the reprimand he knows is coming. "never... never tried. sir."

"tch."

a precision blow. swift but petrifying. the captain's managed to find both your loose strings in a matter of minutes, tugging to see them come undone on his lap. gaz has got the unwavering urge to rest his chin on his strong thigh, put it on the record that he isn't weak willed, just indulgent. something that can be easily remedied, with his guidance. if he'd let him.

and you...

you're gyrating your hips, begging for some pressure on your aching centre. price gives it to you, though not in the way you expect, pinching your clit and tightening his hold until you're motionless, muscles trembling but otherwise perfectly poised.

so the inspection continues. he fans out your vulva, exposing the hole that clenches around nothing. a laugh wracks his frame at the sight, the aftermath of it husky. amused. "begging to be filled, a'right. how many cocks has she had in 'ere?"

"just mine, sir. and her toys."

"how about at once?"

kyle's never been so bold with you; has always held back that godless part of him, that needy dog he sees his comrades often embrace. pure, unfettered degeneracy. you're soft, and pretty and good and a high-functioning member of society. and he's never once wanted to see you hurt, uncomfortable or bite-mark-bloodied, despite the way his mind screams at him to at least ask. see if you'd be willing to appease that side of him.

yet you visibly shiver at the thought proposed by price, gooseflesh pocking your skin, and he knows he should have thrown caution to the wind.

"one, sir."

he watches the man's finger outline the circumference of your opening, dipping in by the millimetre to test the waters. "shame. could probably stretch her out. get 'er nice and loose for whenever you wan' something to keep you warm without the commitment."

the finger plunges in.

gaz watches you swallow his superior to the last knuckle in what must be a world-record, no time to blink lest he misses it. price goes with the motion, setting his free hand onto your ass to keep you steady as he wiggles his digit to make space amidst the tight embrace of your walls. or, that's what he thinks is happening. the only indication he has of things are the lewd squelches your cunt emits and the face of pure ecstasy you pull. but he's well-versed enough in your bodily functions that he's sure of his estimate.

"scratch wha' i said. nothing beats this." his superior groans, and for the first time that night, adjusts himself in his pants. kyle wishes he would pull it out, allow himself the relief of freeing a raging hard-on from its confines. but kyle also wishes that he could be given something to do, something with his mouth perhaps, to sate the unaddressed thrill in his bones. it wouldn't take a smart man to figure out that both wishes are very much correlated. "fucking suffocating clutch. wouldn' pull out if my life depended on it. pussy like this isn' made for that, garrick."

"sir?"

"you cum inside her, lad?"

"i- yes. i-i do. she's on birth control."

"best to see to that, then." he says, like the contraceptive is an obstacle and not a consolation. you release another, long-winded moan, to which price pulls his finger out to pat your vulva. like taming a wild animal. "though what i said still stands. could always do with a loose hole."

his hand inches up.

this time, it's gaz who groans.

loudly. his eyes fluttering halfway shut, hands tugging at the tight fabric over his groin. you throw a curious look over your shoulder, concern glossing your pupils until you confirm that the source of the sound isn't pain, but pleasure. ecstasy at finally having his wants vocalised, that incessant impulse that nags and nags and nags anytime he's fucking you from behind, tight rim practically leering up at him, tempting him to thrust upwards and 'accidentally' slip in.

"you like that, sergeant? hm? ever use this asshole? it looks unbroken to me."

"y-you're... not wrong, sir. i–"

"but you want to?" he finishes for him, scooping some of the abundant slick from your cunt and slathering it onto your back entrance. it's not enough lubrication to do anything but press one thumb in, but he repeats the process to push the other in alongside it.

"yeah."

you give him a look that can't mean anything except we'll talk about this later and he can bloody kiss price if he was given permission to, if not for anything but helping him open this impossible subject with you.

"we'll see to tha' some other day, then."

his thumbs retreat. your hole winks shut again. gaz is torn between looking at you or his captain, but the latter man robs him of the indecision by bringing his dominant index and middle fingers to his lips. they're shiny with the remnants of your fluids, as if he needed any incitement to wrap his mouth around the digits. he works at them until price's fingers prune, laving his tongue around the knuckles, against the nail beds, all the way through to the fold of skin between them.

so desperate to please, to see to it that 'some other day' is everyday henceforth.

a future with price by your sides. beyond just the field. the bite in your supple existence. spice supporting anise and jasmine, some aphrodisiac blend that'll carry you through to the end of your lives, happy. sated. a mediator. commander. captain. his captain.

"that's a good boy."

he could really get used to this.

#unedited!#this idea's been over my ass like a symbiote #cackling and rubbing its greedy little hands together #kyle 'gaz' garrick x reader x john price #kyle 'gaz' garrick x reader #john price x reader #john price x kyle garrick #pricegaz #kyle garrick #gaz garrick #captain join price #john price #x reader #female reader #call of duty

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omaano · 2 months

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Rex has a new workout buddy

Silly little companion (in spirit, if not in writing - but a man can dream) to The Art of Losing (Is Hard to Master) by the amazing @insertmeaningfulusername, the second chapter of which has just gone up this week! the little fluffball finally has a name!! :3

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haunted-xander · 8 months

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Stupid fucking cat (affectionate)

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reblogglelog · 8 months

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Sad Boy Hours: Billy Batson

He's trying so hard to get the screaming adults in the room to just stop screaming at each other and be reasonable.

He is immediately dismissed and storms off, justifiably insulted.

And Billy goes right back to blaming himself, trying to figure out where he went wrong, how he could have fixed things, managed the emotions of the room better--even though he is 100% correct and the adults are absolutely failing, and badly.

"Even if he's wrong...I should respect him." Honey, the thing that's eating at you is the absolute dogshit way they act and then expect you to just accept as normal. These grown-ass heroes should not be hitting each other.

And a degree, honey. Several of them.

He sounds like a teacher trying to get the class to behave and that script keeps failing him. Over and over the adults around him dismiss him for his optimism, ignore his calls for reason. And they're heroes. They're the good guys and they tear into each other regularly and viciously. And Billy is fifteen years old in a room of adults screaming at each other. The team is sometimes down right abusive, and this child is trying to keep them from falling apart.

I worry about him, ya know?

(anyway, thank you for coming to my Sad Boy Hours)

#justice league 80s #jli #justice league international #billy batson #shazam #dc captain marvel #i found so many moments of billy being an absolute sweetie pie and trying desperately to get people to get along #it kinda breaks my heart a little because he's just 15 and these are Grown Ass Adults in the MOST hostile work environment #i got a LOT of feelings about the Emotional Support Child #possibly eldest daughter syndrome but all the kids are older than you and y'all have no parents #he's literally a child soldier #kind of inspired by a fic i read the other day #and just watching billy get emotional slapped around because he Cares #sad boy hours #when the most mature person on the team is the only one who hasn't finished puberty #and i get this is kinda the joke but the sad boy hours got me so #ANGST #“its not that deep” IT IS TO ME

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shima-draws · 3 months

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USOPP ABSOLUTELY POPPING TF OFF???? Hitting a target THAT far away with SUPREME precision AND unlocking Haki?? I’M SITTING HERE LIKE

#MY MANS!!!!!!!!!!!#Listen I was REALLY upset with him earlier in the arc when he was a PUSSY and ran away from Trebol #Like. He had a whole thing about how he’s changed and how he’s not that much of a coward anymore #AND THEN HE FUCKING LEFT THE TONTATTAS AND RAN WITH HIS TAIL BETWEEN HIS LEGS LIKE A LITTLE BITCH #I WAS SO. FUCKING MAD #They were getting their asses beat and crying his name and he was being the BIGGEST fucking pussy on the planet #GOD I wanted to throttle him #It’s okay tho this was his redemption moment.#SO PROUD OF YOU BABY #Love that his fear of losing Luffy overpowered any feelings of cowardice #Like. He was so worried he was going to forget Luffy. He DID ALL THAT FOR HIS CAPTAIN #ALSO WHEN HE SAID ‘The seas without you…I don’t ever want to see that!’ FUCKIGN. USOLU MOMENT. SOBBING #I swooned. I’ll be honest I swooned. His sniper skills kicked in and I was like OHHHHHHHH?!!!!! SIRRRR 👀👀👀😳#Coughs anyway.#One Piece #Shima speaks #Usopp

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loveackermannn · 1 year

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❍ ‘𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧, 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲.’ – 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐.

.ೃ࿐𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲; 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐝𝐚𝐲.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞 !!

𝐚/𝐧; 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 '𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧, 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲.' 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐯 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧! 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 ! 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 '𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧' 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐭. 𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 < 𝟑

'I hope you come back soon. Stay in touch? -L'

You continued to read over the piece of paper over and over, never truly processing that a handsome tea shop owner would even want to stay in touch with you – especially after the first visit. Not that you were complaining in the slightest though. In fact, you were beyond flattered that someone had taken some sort of interest in you to give his number on your fucking tea cup. You thought this only happened in the romance novels you consumed or the cheesy rom-coms you watched with your friends on a late Friday night.

But no, this was real. So very real.

The moment you got home, you immediately rushed to your bedroom and took your phone out of your back pocket. You swiped at your screen until you were met with the 'add new contact' function on your contacts log.

How bold of you to be doing this. He might not even respond.

For a moment, you stood in hesitation – The coward in you wanted to back out, but you couldn't resist the fact that this opportunity was practically handed to you, literally.

And with that, you carefully pressed your fingers to each digit, making sure it matched to the numbers on the piece of paper that was now partially crumpled. As you looked down, it was then that you realized his entire phone number was now in your list of contacts – 'Levi'.

The more you stared at your phone, the more you wondered if it was the right time to send him a message and to that, you seemed to already have your mind made up as you began typing away at your keyboard.

Hey! It's Y/n from this morning. Just wanted to say thank you again for the tea, I loved it a lot.

Internally, you didn't think it was possible to be on the verge of damn near shitting yourself whilst typing a message to a stranger you just met less than an hour ago. Though, all was said and done until you heard a familiar ping reach your ears followed by a light up of your phone screen.

'Just got on my break and saw your message. I didn't think you would actually reach out, but I'm glad you liked my tea. Feel free to stop by anytime.'

Without even realizing it, you found yourself typing again on your keyboard, nearly fumbling with your phone in the process.

'I will! :) Might come by tomorrow if you're open?'

Another ping.

'Sounds good. See you then.'

Perhaps, early fall mornings won't be so terrible after all.

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Levi didn't expect it to turn out this like this.

He was half dumbfounded at the first notification that came from your number and since then, he hasn't been able to stop thinking about it – nor you in particular.

He didn't know what the fluttering in his chest meant whenever he thought of your precious smile that has had him in chokehold or whenever he thought of whipping up another brewed cup of tea for you every morning. Part of him wanted to ignore it, but he couldn't get over the fact that this might be a daily routine for the two of you if you decided to keep visiting him.

He really hoped that you would.

Levi was a simple man, not easily impressed at times and even cold to those who knew little about him. He'd never found the interest to go on luxurious dates with the plethora of woman who courted him on multiple occasions. He was never fond of romance or considered the idea of love as a part of his future since he was certain there would be no one in the world who could put up with a man like him – that was until you walked through the clear doors of his shop did he completely think otherwise.

Something about the way you genuinely regarded him with such an infectious attitude that automatically lights up a room, the way a small second of eye contact could make him flustered almost immediately – it's like you'd thrown him off guard.

He'd make an effort for you. He was even surprised at himself for willing himself through this, he doesn't have to. But, of course he'd never turn away from such a sweet and pretty soul like yourself. You were different from the rest, he thought.

With the sunrise fastly approaching, he decided to arrive at his shop earlier than usual to make sure the dust (that was barely existent) was wiped off the window sills and countertops, he mopped the floors to his standard, he readied the pastries in the oven and restocked the tea bags for display.

By the time the sun peeked out from the horizon and it finally called for opening, he sat at one of the open tables with a freshly brewed cup of tea in his hand. He glanced up at the big windows that gave a wide view of the city streets and continued sipping on the warm liquid that satisfied his mouth every time. It never fails to put him at ease when his nerves are on the edge of anticipation, waiting to greet you at the doors.

When the clock striked 11:00, the dining area had been filled with customers, some of which were regulars to Levi's familarity. But, none of them were you. Throughout the morning, he thought that perhaps you became busy and didn't have the time to visit as early as you did yesterday. He still kept his internal hope that eventually, he'd see you at some point.

And as if it was fate in that moment, the double doors opened to a figure that Levi instinctively recognized from behind the counter.

"Hi Levi, sorry I'm a little later than I anticipated. I had a class at 9:00 and was already running late. I'm sorry-"

"Don't be, it's okay. You look cold, would you like something hot?" he says as he couldn't help but notice your slightly reddened cheeks and shaken form.

'How cute.'

"Yes please, I'll have a hot matcha latte," you respond, while bringing your two hands to your lips to exhale hot breaths onto the chilled skin.

"I'll have that right out for you Y/n. There's an open seat over there, make yourself comfortable."

"Thank you Levi, I appreciate it." With that, you pull out a chair from an empty table, resting your face on your arms that were planted on the surface. It was already a tiring day with the amount of assignments your professor planned for the class and as the slow minutes passed, the only thing on your mind was coming straight to see Levi at his café. You needed a reset and you'd hoped to make some conversation with him before you needed to go back to campus – though, it seemed that he was busy today with the amount of people coming in and out of the shop.

"One matcha latte for you Y/n," Levi's voice brought your mind back and you looked up to see him with the most subtle smile that didn't go unnoticed. You took the cup from his hands and surprisingly, he took a chair across from you and settled down on it.

"Are you on your break?"

"There's no new customers right now, I can take a few minutes off," he says simply, eyeing your cup of steaming matcha. "I hope the matcha tastes okay. I don't make it often, but it's more of like a treat when I want something different."

"Ah, I see. This is one of my favorites and with the way you made the tea yesterday, I have no doubts about this." God he was smitten over the simple words you had to say – especially when it came to his tea making.

As soon as the rim of the cup made contact with your lips, he patiently waited for you to finish and from how much your eyes lit up to the taste lingering on your mouth, he knew you had enjoyed every last bit of it.

"It was amazing Levi. Might be my go-to from now on."

Noted.

"I'm glad you liked it Y/n. You feel warmed up now?"

"Yes, thank god because it was so fucking cold outside you have no idea," you say, while taking a moment to glance at your phone for the time.

11:27am. You can stay for a few more minutes.

"How did class go today? Hopefully not too stressful since I know it's midterm season now. A lot more people show up here and other cafés for a few hours. Probably why it's so busy today."

Leaning back in your chair, you train your eyes back to Levi, "It was okay to be honest. I'm pretty overwhelmed with exams and assignments right now, but I mean only a few more weeks left and I'm finished with the semester."

"Hm..." he hums in response, then he continues, "I'm sorry you're feeling that way with school right now. But, just know that you've worked really hard, so give yourself breaks. Hell, my shop is open late on some days, if ever you need anything or someone to talk to, I'm always here." His voice is oddly comforting. The husk and underlying gentleness to it has you crumbling on the inside.

"Thank you for that Levi. I'm glad I met you and I found your shop. I'll keep you updated! I need to go since my next class is starting up soon, but I'll catch up with you later?"

"For sure Y/n, anytime." He scoots back as the legs of the chair screech against the polished floors. Taking your now empty cup from the table, you say your thanks and was about to walk out the doors, before he halted you with a call to your name.

"Y/n, one more thing. Would you..." he stopped himself, rubbing the back of his neck with his opposite free hand and you stood with expectancy for him to finish his sentence. Looking at you directly, eyes firm, he finally spoke again, "Would you like to eat out for lunch after your exams? When you're on break or whenever you're...free?" He cannot believe himself right now.

He wanted to throw himself in a ditch for how awkward he felt, but it was beyond worth it to see you smiling at him in response followed by one sentence after.

"I'd love to."

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bugwat3r · 1 year

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Greyson “im sorry, did you just say the thunder head used to call you babygirl?” Tolliver

#arc of a scythe #it’s been so long since i’ve posted about scythe but i just picked up a copy of gleanings let’s goooo #anyway greyson is the most sopping wet little meow meow to ever and i miss him #i did not show him enough love on my first read through #like i’ve always liked him but now i have a newfound appreciation for him #he’s just so slightly stupid and he pulls so many bitches by being just a silly little guy #he had a criminal a hyper intelligent AI and a cool ass gender fluid captain simping for him #oh yeah also he became jesus that one time

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marysoulpainter · 1 month

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i really like my new brush set for drawing fire

#painter's colours #my ocs #rodion laska #rodion láska #mermaid #the little mermaid #feat. my friend's oc captain karp #(the file is named 'saving his ass' LMAO)

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Is Inspector a higher rank than Captain? Just wondering whether congratulations are in order, Captain... Inspector?

Commission Info | Ko-fi | My Links

#oooo ooouuuoughoughhhgggggoougggh #don't look at me I need to go to sleep #but he is literally so babygirl to me he is such a silly little guy he's captain's lil kiss ass #incomprehensible rambling to myself abt his character #faith and max #my art

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discmeeds · 11 months

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Peter Lukas inspired by Arlene and Garfield.

Ive had so much fun drawing TMA characters in the Garfield universe. The avatars are animals and the Archivist and the rest are “human”

Who should i draw next?

#garfield crossover #mag x garfield #magnus archives #magnus archives crossover #the magnus archives podcast #garfield #the magnus archives #the magnus institute #the magnus universe #peter lukas #the lonely #ship captain #look at hat #ass hat?#my friend wants to throw him against the wall #i think they are justified #is he a little miau miau #probably not

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soupykappa · 2 months

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Ponies :)

#albert wesker #resident evil #my art #chris redfield #chrisker #a little silly #jill valentine #s.t.a.r.s.#ponies #ponified #make me feel comfy #I feel like Wesker would have a fake cutie mark used when he’s undercover as captain #Chris this paperwork sucks ass

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queer-bootyyy · 5 months

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First m/m fic I ever posted and one of them is a frog. Take that as you will

#Captain Laserhawk #Captain Laserhawk A Blood Dragon Remix #Dolph Laserhawk #Bullfrog #laserfrog #me fic #wrote this in a frenzy one night. a work night #the queer little frog and angsty twink got my ass fr

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a-eo-iu · 3 months

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Somi, Somi, Somini

#youni originals #fantasy story #neon's crew #issassom #tal #eyestrain #<- for somini #catgirlguy time <3 #(somi is issassom's nickname. because i do not want to type all those letters all the time)#the first two are. mildly inspired by me starting to watch dragon ball.#but like. very very mildly. it's mostly just generic anime imitation art style #i've decided that somi was originally Neon's navigator and he is still like. the head of the navigators in Neon's pirate empire. but he was #assigned to Tal's crew because tal moves around A Lot so somi can gather a lot of data on safe routes and places to avoid n stuff #and he and tal argue A Lot because tal is like I do Not need a navigator I'm good enough at this on my own. and somi hates him because he's #a very irreverent guy and always late to the captain meetups (on purpose) and basically yeah they kinda want to kick each other's asses.#and also want to kiss each other a little bit.

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GENERATION KILL • E03 'SCREWBY'

Hitman, this is Steel Rain. Reconfirm grid zone designator. // Uh, what do you mean?

#generation kill #hbo war #hbowar #nate fick #doc bryan #steven lovell #i cant even fathom like #imagine like oh yeah we won't get blown up by the captain making a dumb ass decision because said dumb ass decision #is consolidated out of more dumb-assery so it can't even be executed properly #nate's so done he just flies out of the frame #anyway #ive crawled out of my cave so hey hello #lot of new followers how tf did that happen????#welcome to my bs i guess lmao #i adore you all #old and new or the lurkers or whoever #i will be responding to messages soon so no im not ignoring anyone really truly #i love this little corner here and you all deserve a big smooch<33333 #q

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the stars heard me tonight

→ word count; 1.7k - levi x reader

summary; seeing the stars at night was a past time of levi's he thought he had let go of a long time ago – but with you in his life, it all just seemed a little more beautiful than he remembers.

no warnings! just a fluffy conversation with our fav grump. a wee bit of angst (if you squint.)

a/n; this one took a bit of a while to write since my writing flow has been ass these past few days but safe to say i was able to finish it. tell me why i can write a lot better in the late hours of the night? anyways i hope you enjoy <3

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"Take me to see the stars."

"Right now?" Levi grumbled, looking up from his desk and straightened his posture the moment he saw you leaning over his shoulder. You and your antics, he thought.

And while he scowled in response to your contrasting sunshine of a smile, he knew better than to say no to your pretty face. He didn't have the heart to, you were just as stubborn as him.

He sighed and glanced over to the wall clock that hung directly in view of him – 11:37 PM.

"And why the hell do you want to be out so late at this hour?" He asked, raising a brow at you in question as he loosened the security of his restraining cravat around his neck. It was late nights like these in which he so wished to just be laying beside your curled up form, hearing the sweet lullabies of your warm breath brushing against his skin and the midnight atmosphere blanketing him away from being "Humanity's Strongest". With you, he was just Levi and that's all he could ever ask for.

"I... couldn't sleep. I'm sorry if it's too much of a hastle, I'll just-"

But you were halted.

An enveloping grip tightened around your wrist with a gentle caress of a calloused thumb – You knew you had won.

"We'll go. But put on a jacket first, I don't want you to get sick." He said firmly and you could only smile at his underlying kindness that was always masked with a harsh glare of his sour expression. You were quite literally, the only person who could soften his rough edges, he needed to loosen up more often.

With that, you grabbed the nearest jacket from the closet (which of course belonged to Levi) and slipped it over yourself, allowing the fabric to swallow your upper body and slightly down past your hip line .

He'd never say it aloud, but in his mind Levi could never get over the fact that his clothes were like a perfect match for you, despite it being a bit too large for your smaller body. It was almost like a gentle reminder to you, and to any devil of a man who dare lay eyes on you, that you were his and his alone.

He smiles at that thought and slowly brings a palm out in front you, silently urging for you to take ahold of him – And you do.

Quietly exiting the shared quarters of his office, the two of you exit hand in hand like teenagers experiencing a summer romance for the first time.

One would think that mischievously sneaking out in the middle of the night to star gaze was only found in romance novels that could make a woman dream and you were lucky enough to be able to have those moments like this with your beloved.

Venturing to the top of the castle was spent in a comfortable silence shared between the two of you, never feeling obligated to have to say something to make spark of the situation. Silence was welcoming, it was peace and it was just damn right.

Before you even realized it, the night sky was right above your connected souls, leaving you speechless in the wake of the chilling autumn breeze and the chorus of nature's sounds that rung in your ears.

Levi felt himself soften at your innocent gaze, shining almost as bright as the stars in the sky – You were his absolute world.

You strolled over to the edge of the roof, cautious with each step taken and you leisurely sat yourself down on the textured surface in which grounded you in place. Levi continued to admire you from afar as if you were some sort of hallway crush he couldn't dare bring himself to talk to, but he was soon brought out of his love sick gaze the moment you called out for him.

"What are you doing over there? You mind warming me up?" you grin and opened your arms as an exaggerated plea for him to come closer to you. Who was he to reject that offer?

He briskly walked up to you and instinctively wrapped his arms around your slightly shaken form. You shifted closer to his chest and immediately felt the comforting warmth that emitted from his body along with his sweet, subtle smell of black tea and musk.

You closed your eyes and relished in the fact that you and Levi had made it this far in your relationship. Years and years passed but every single day spent with him felt like you were falling in love all over again, and so did he.

You found yourself smiling against him and Levi was quick to notice your sudden change in expression. He was curious to say the least.

"What are you smiling for?"

Oh shit. He noticed.

You couldn't help but snort at how his face was mildly scrunched at your fit of laughter. But upon hearing it, was like music to his ears.

"Nothing nothing, I was just... thinking about some things."

"Like what? Care to share?" He gently placed you on his lap and brushed away several strands of stubborn hair that curtained your face.

You thought through your words carefully, knowing there have been things on your mind that you wanted to voice out for a while.

"I was just thinking about us."

"What about us?" Fuck, he was getting a little too curious about what exactly was running through your head.

"'S nothing bad, promise. I was just looking back on our life together and I just can't wait to spend the rest of it with you." you say softly all while drawing random, messy patterns onto his clothed pectoral.

"Mmm, I just hope the universe is kind enough for us to survive through this shitty world before we have our wedding. Tch, damn bastard titans. I feel like we're running out of time for some reason."

"What do you mean by 'running out of time' Levi?" you tilted your head up and fixated on how his gun mental irises seem to have downturned in a tinge of sadness.

The world is cruel.

He took a deep exhale and he seeked to find solace in carding his slender fingers through the locks of your hair. "There's just so much to this world than these fucking monstrosities and they're not going away. They've taken so much from us. No matter how many times we've had to go out there and kill and sacrifice, the shithead titans always find a way back to us. All I want to do, is to be in a small cottage with you in the middle of the forest, with no other brats but our own to be surrounding us. I want it to happen so bad already, but..."

Levi couldn't continue, he felt himself choke up his words as if rejecting what he was going to say next. In all honesty, this is the most he's heard himself speak so wholeheartedly, so passionately.

But he had to stop himself, before he completely crumbles down.

Shooting you a soft smile, the one in which his the corners of his mouth curve in the most slightest way, he lands a finger at the curve of your nose and traces a line down to your cupid's bow, "Sorry, I got too caught up with myself there for a second."

Shaking your head, you take his hand entirely and kiss the inside and out of his palm. Leaving your lips to linger for a few more seconds, your words came out in whisper, "You don't have to apologize my love. Ill always be here to listen to whatever you have to say."

He was a million times grateful for your understanding heart, you knew him in ways he didn't even know about himself.

Kissing the top of your head, the two of you sat in silence once again, not caring for what hour it was nor when the next meeting would be — The only thing that mattered, was everything happening in this exact moment.

Existing.

Existing with and in each other.

He could kiss your lips for the rest of eternity, he would worship you in every way that you deserve – He would love you endlessly, with no bounds, with no strings attached.

With time continuing to pass, you decided to initiate one more conversation that loitered around your mind for some time and you thought it would be a good time to ask.

"Hey Levi?"

"Yes sweetheart?"

"What would our house look like if we had one?" you asked shyly, twiddling your fingers about as you awaited for his answer.

"Hm, nothing too crazy. As long as it'll hold the two of us and a couple of brats, 'm fine with whatever." He said simply.

You hummed, not exactly surprised by his reply since he had kept his office and shared bedroom the same throughout the years. He's not one for a drastic change.

"But did you have anything in mind Y/n?" He implored, knowing well that you had ideas of your own.

"I was thinking we could have a porch outside so we can watch the view of the sunrise and sunset. Oh! And maybe some plants inside and outside of course-"

"Won't it look like a jungle if we put too many plants?" He teased and lightly pulled on the skin of your cheek.

"Levi..."

"I'm just messing with you. You can have all the plants in the damn world." He held onto you tighter and leaned down to the shell of your ear, "What else do you want in our house?"

"Big windows with curtains, we need more sunlight in our life. A nice dining area and kitchen. We'll save up for a new tea kettle and herbs for you... We can even have a whole cupboard for your tea cups!" The excitement in your eyes reflected that of a child receiving a gift on Christmas Day. It was so precious to Levi that he felt himself getting lost between your words, your beauty and overall, the entirety of you.

He didn't even notice you were finished talking until you brought him back to reality, "Levi? You okay?"

"Oh y-yeah. I'm fine."

"Just making sure. Anyways, what do you think about all that?"

He stopped for a moment before chuckling to himself, knowing that if these were the goals that you both had planned for the future, he wanted to make sure that it would happen.

"It all sounds perfect sweetheart."

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