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(close as i could get to a johnnie kissing photo besides jake im sorry 😭)

Summary: when johnnie is too exhausted to be dominant during sex after a long day, you help him instead.

TW: handjob, profanity, AFAB reader, dirty talk, sucking off, head (m rec), p in v sex, unprotected sex (don't do that 🖤), riding sub johnnie, overstimulation (m rec)

Request: Hiii Could you do a johnnie fic where he's super submissive and needy, also with edging maybe

Rating: 18+, mdni

WC: 1.5k

Johnnie, a short, lanky man, trudged wearily through the door of your shared apartment. His short, dark hair was disheveled, and his normally sharp features were drawn and pale from exhaustion. He'd been editing all day, his mind constantly racing. Now, all he wanted was to relax and unwind, to shed the weight of his responsibilities and be taken care of for once.

As he stepped into the living room, he spotted you, sitting on the couch.

Perfect.

Johnnie let out a long, weary sigh and made his way over to the couch, collapsing onto it with a heavy thud. "God, I'm beat," he muttered, stretching his legs out in front of him. He glanced over at you, his expression softening.

You smiled warmly, setting aside the book you'd been reading. "aw babe. How was your day?" You asked, making sure your voice was gentle and soothing.

He sighed again, rubbing his eyes before looking up at you. "It was… intense. I feel like my brain is fried." He yawned widely, revealing his sharp teeth. "I just need some rest and… attention." His voice trailed off, his cheeks flushing slightly.

You nodded understandingly, moving closer to him on the couch. "Well, I'm here for you. Why don't we start with a massage?" You offered, reaching out to gently knead the knots in his shoulders. "That always helps me relax."

Johnnie moaned softly, his muscles relaxing under your skilled hands. "Mm, that feels good…" He let his head fall back, closing his eyes as he reveled in the sensation. "You're so good at this." He breathed out shakily, his cock beginning to stiffen beneath his pants. "You really know how to take care of me."

As your fingers dug deeper, you could feel his body begin to unwind. "Do you want me to keep going?" You asked, leaning closer to him. "Or would you like something else?" You let your hand slip lower, tracing circles around his hardening erection through his clothes.

He let out a soft groan, arching his back. "Yes, please," he murmured, his hips moving involuntarily toward your hand. "I… I could use a little more attention." His voice was breathy and needy. "I'm so tired of being in charge all the time."

You smiled sympathetically, understanding his need for release. "Don't worry," you assured him. "I've got you." With that, you stood up and stripped off your shirt, revealing your toned, muscular chest. You knelt down in front of him, undoing his top and pushing it off his shoulders. His erection sprang free, straining against the fabric of his pants.

You reached down and undid his belt, then slowly pulled down the zipper. His cock sprang out, already leaking precum. You took it in your hand, feeling its weight and heat as you stroked it slowly. "Just relax," you murmured, leaning in to kiss the tip of his cock. "Let me take care of you."

Johnnie moaned, arching his back further into your touch. "God, yes…" he breathed, his hips beginning to move in time with your strokes. "I've been so tense all day… I need this." He tangled his fingers in your hair, pulling you closer as you continued to stroke him expertly.

You looked up at him, catching his eye. His pupils were dilated, his lips parted in a soft, slack expression of pleasure. "Do you want me to stop?" you asked, teasingly.

He shook his head, a groan escaping his lips. "No, keep going…" He gripped the couch cushion beneath him as your strokes became faster and more urgent. "I'm so close…" He gasped, his hips bucking wildly as he came, hot cum spilling over your hand and onto his stomach.

You continued to stroke him, helping him through his orgasm, until he lay panting and spent beneath you. "There you go," you whispered, leaning forward to kiss him tenderly. "That's better." You wiped your hand on the couch cushion, making sure to get all the cum off.

Johnnie smiled weakly, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. "Thank you… I needed that." He looked down at his semi-hard cock, still twitching slightly. "You really know how to… take care of me."

You smiled back, feeling a sense of satisfaction at having helped him relax. "I'm glad I could," you said, moving back to sit beside him on the couch. "But you're still pretty wound up. Maybe we should..try again?." you asked with a wicked grin.

Johnnie's eyes widened, and he let out a shaky breath. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't want to overdo it…"

You took his hand in yours and squeezed gently. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you're taken care of," you assured him. "And I'll make sure you enjoy every second of it." You leaned in closer, kissing him softly on the lips before kissing down to his v line, leaving a trail of kisses.

As you took him into your mouth, you could feel his cock harden even more in your hand. You sucked gently at first, teasing him, before increasing the intensity and speed. You let your tongue dance around the head, flicking over the sensitive bundle of nerves. His hips bucked, and he let out a hoarse moan. His hands tangled in your hair, pulling gently as he surrendered to the sensation.

You could feel the heat emanating from his cock as you took him deeper, the salty taste of his precum filling your mouth. He thrust into your mouth, meeting your rhythm, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The muscles in his thighs tensed, and his balls drew up tight against his body. You could feel the impending release building inside of him, and you redoubled your efforts, determined to send him over the edge.

With a low growl, he came, pulsing hot cum into your mouth. You swallowed greedily, relishing the taste as he trembled and twitched beneath you. When he finally regained his breath, he looked down at you with a mixture of gratitude and desire. "holy shit" he began, before trailing off, unable to find the words.

You smiled up at him, your cheeks still flushed from the effort of taking him so deep. "You taste so good," you murmured, running your tongue over your lips. His cock twitched in your hand, still hard. How the fuck was he? Whatever. "you're not done yet. I bet you have a lot more energy to give." You guided his cock into you, sliding up and down, creating a rhythm.

His eyes widened as he looked up at you, and he groaned, thrusting harder. His hands found purchase on your hips, gripping tightly as he began to move in earnest, fucking your pussy with long, hard strokes. You moaned around him, meeting his rhythm, taking him deeper with every thrust. His cock felt impossibly thick inside of you, stretching you to the limit. The friction between your bodies was almost unbearable, but in the best possible way.

As you moved together, you could feel the tension building inside of him again, his thrusts becoming more urgent. You leaned in, kissing him deeply, your tongue dancing with his as he held you close. His hands moved up to cup your breasts, squeezing them roughly. You arched your back, pressing your nipples against his palms as you rode him harder. The sensation of him filling you, of being so completely stretched by him, was exquisite.

He moaned into your neck, his grip on your hips tightening as he thrust harder. His cock seemed to swell inside you, filling every inch of your tight channel. You could feel him building towards his climax, the tension growing with every thrust. You wanted nothing more than to bring him to the edge, to feel him spill his release deep inside you.

You began to rock your hips, meeting his thrusts with an urgency that mirrored his own. You reached down between your legs, rubbing your clit roughly as you felt your own orgasm building. The sensation of him inside you, the friction of your skin against his, was almost too much to bear. You arched your back, crying out his name as you came, your body shuddering with pleasure.

As your orgasm subsided, you felt him lose control, his thrusts becoming erratic and desperate. His cock throbbed inside you, and with a hoarse cry, he emptied himself, filling you with hot cum. His weight pressed down on you, his breath hot on your neck as he came down from the high. For a moment, you could feel the aftershocks of his orgasm pulsing through your body as well.

You lay there, spent and satisfied, as he caught his breath. His cock twitched inside you, softening but not yet retreating. He rolled off you, onto his back, and pulled you into his arms. You nestled your head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart. "God, I love you," he murmured, his voice still breathless. "you fuck so good." You wrapped your arms around him, feeling the warmth of his skin against yours.

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bosskie · 9 days

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Molluck Study Night

Man, I don't remember when was the last time I managed to draw this many sketches in a day... Last night I studied Molluck's anatomy, so the rest of the sketches here will be about naked Molluck. But this was the last one I did since I also wanted to just practice drawing his face. I had no idea how to draw him but then I just looked at those cutscenes and wanted to draw this one because he is just so cute when he is pondering after looking at the blimps in the first part of the good ending! This wasn't easy one to draw and I actually fixed this a bit digitally since I realized my mistakes while editing the photo of this... It just feels like I still have so much to learn how to draw this Gluk... I feel like I lack of something, making me unable to ever be professional in art, but maybe I just haven't been doing enough art, studies etc...

But currently, I do am trying to improve my art since I feel like I'm just stuck and haven't really improved in a decade... So, here's some random Molluck anatomy studies, being in order I made them:

These are actually quickly made sketches, so that's how I was actually able to draw this much in one night... Though, I finished that portrait after waking up since I become too sleepy to finish it. I personally feel like these sketches only show how poor my anatomy skills are, so I wasn't even sure if I post these or not but well, still wanted to be brave and show my poor skills bare naked, just like Molluck is... This is just how I feel about these sketches... They show my real skill level and I don't think that it's good... Well, gotta just keep drawing. Though, I do still sketch a lot poorer stuff when I try to figure out how to realize my drawing ideas... Well, I guess that I could give you a look at these actually awful sketches:

All of these are made for a sketch/drawing I have posted here. (Yes, I tend to sketch stuff using Paint.) Frankly, this is how I tend to see my skills, how I feel when I look at my stuff... I know that it's not nice to see an artist calling their art bad but I just wanna be honest, like brutally honest about how I see my stuff, so here's kinda like a visualisation of how I see my stuff, at least during my worst moments... There do are moments when I do feel like I can actually draw but they seem to be just little moments and I'm soon back to thinking about that I cannot draw a thing. It's depressing and it makes me feel kinda depressed when I look at the stuff on this post but well, this blog has also kinda been about the journey I have been doing with my Molluck art/stuff, in many ways.

I'm sorry but I just cannot pretend that I loved my art... I love Molluck so much but at the same time, I just hate myself so much... I don't even know why but I just feel like my life is already a failure... Just feel like how this stuff shows how I cannot truly draw... How me being skilled is just a lie... Man, I just have so bad impostor syndrome... I feel the best when I forget myself but when I think about myself, it only depresses me... I just tend to think that every energy/time/etc. spent on me is wasted...

Even looking at the stuff on this post makes me feel worse, I still wanna post this bad art. I just don't feel like that the portrait looks great either but I tried my best and that's the main thing. I just feel so bad about myself... It feels like I'm only able to practice self-love thru Molluck, making him being kind to me while I tell myself the worst possible things... This is one of the reasons why he is so important to me... He is the one that tells me inside my head not to do it, not to end it all... Frankly, like I said some time ago, it's actually like a mundane thing for me to think about suicidal things, just nothing special anymore, it's been so long like this, over a decade... This also kinda one reason why I'm so open about my own situation, I'm getting so tired of this... To describe how awful my mind is, I can say that it has just laughed at me when I have been reading about how seriously suicidal thoughts should be taken, said how I'm not worth saving but all the others are...

But I'm still trying to fight, even I have felt like life is pointless for over a decade... The cycle of life has just felt so odd: born, grow up, (breed,) die... Like, what's the point of this all? Why to live, why to survive... Thinking this stuff was the reason why I got depressed, just don't understand the point of living, doing anything in life... Maybe it's my personality that just makes me unable to enjoy life, stop caring about this... But like I have said, I do still feel like I'm a failure, so I'll never really be anything... This is how I just feel and I don't know how to stop feeling like this... Just everything I have 'achieved' feels like mere luck or 'lucky mistakes'... I just feel like I'm a living lie, my impostor syndrome is this bad...

I don't wanna depress anyone else but my blog has kinda become like this, that I also write how I'm doing with my mind since it affects my stuff a lot and Molluck kinda just keeps my mental health 'in place'. I really had some positive things in mind to write here but I just cannot when I feel like my 'art' looks so bad right now... Well, another time then. I'm sorry but I'm just fighting for my own life with my mind... Since I more like hate my creations, I'm only able to show my stuff related to Molluck since this Gluk is just the love of my life... This was also the reason why I didn't take part in that OWI's fan celebration thing they just held, just have no mood for making my stuff more visible, show it around but here. Like I have said many times, I felt like deleting my submission to that SoulStorm tattoo contest I won, it just looked so bad in my opinion... I only wish I was able to see what the people who enjoy my stuff see... Why is my mind just trying to kill me, but there somewhere I still know that I'm not so awful as my ill mind tells me, that I do have hope, that I shouldn't take my own life... Man, brains are so odd too...

I don't wish that I end this all because of all the bad things I tell myself. I more like wish that me being open about this can help the others like me. That's why I'm also working on a game related to mental health issues like mine. Thinking about publishing/showing it makes me feel nervous though but I'm trying my best with being able to show my stuff since my life kinda depends on it... Man, why it's so difficult to feel anything positive about myself... I seriously don't know why I hate myself so much... Why I have so high expectations for myself... Why I feel like I can do nothing in reality...

#molluck #oddworld molluck #molluck the glukkon #oddworld #art like a bosskie

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diary-and-thots · 8 months

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Meditation - for some reason, didn't have the concentration... feel kind of guilty, but I'm so tired...

Talk with bf in park - felt angry/upset about the phone situation, but also happy to find him. Got irritated from the mosquitos. Felt confident when walking around alone to find bf in park, but was slowly losing it when I thought I couldn't find him. Felt good when explaining my take on drugs -- and bf agreed!

Dinner - always fun with the family, but it was wild! Bf broke a bowl when trying to hand over my phone lol. It was surprising! Felt bad for parents when they wanted to share a story and we kept on not paying attention fully :( love telling sister random things haha her crocheting is impressive! I'm in awe and wish I could do it too (I could..) but I don't wanna make anything in particular.

Prepping dinner - ayi asked questions about if my mom was lonely and I didn't really know how to respond, mostly bc I haven't thought about it that much o: makes me feel like she doesn't understand but I thought ayi had a rough relationship with her mom...?

Got lost in prepping the garlic lmao.

Cut the veggies for a long time and honestly, no thoughts. Just chopping. I guess I felt content? I like it????

Organizing drawers - enjoyed myself. Also got lost in the organizing and was kind of a bad talker with sister cus I wasn't really listening and I feel like my advice is bad...but she wasnt asking for advice...

Lunch + walk with sister - felt surprised at how good of a talker sister is with randos. Like, she can really make them like her! I want that skill... or it'd be nice? Actually, I don't want people to like me, I just want them to help me lol

Deleting photos - felt a bit rushed towards the end, but otherwise, got into that as well bc it's fun looking at the pretty pictures! My memories of saho river are also very fond so it was nice reliving them through the photos. ALSO, I like how I look in many of the photos! I'm happy with myself :)

Editing photos - meh, felt a bit monotonous bc I'm just trying to get them done since I think I'll never get back to them...

Breakfast?

Med

Yoga - worked on puzzle, but as soon as bf came down, I was upset?? He mentioned that he was quick, but we started yoga around 7!! Why did we wake up at 6????

#emotion journal!

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talkingtothetallman · 1 year

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It led me here to This.

I think there is a sense in all of us that deep down wonders what life would be like if we had made different choices.

"What if I got that job instead of my current one?"

"What if I continued to date that person instead of breaking up with her?

"What if I hadn't quit that sport?"

The list could go on and on, and of course it would wildly vary between each person. I think these ideas can be healthy, provided that you don't allow them to produce a kind of discontentedness. That's not what you want.

But on the flip side, thinking up these hypothetical scenarios can (and should) lead to a gratitude to God for bringing you to the very moment that you're living in, down to the most recent breath. It's when you truly sit down and realize that every little thing in your life led to this moment right now that really cause you to stare into space, in awe that the God of the universe really is over every aspect of your life.

Well, at least that's how I sometimes do it. Whether you stare into space or not is entirely up to you.

Last week, the pastor's son came up to me with questions about speedcubing. He's been getting into it, and since he knew I was a sort of aficionado in the topic, he consulted me. I told him I'd bring some some for him next Sunday, and he told me he'd bring his cube. Fast forward a week, and we're standing in the crowded foyer. As he watched me do some killer moves on his cube, he incredulously looked at me and asked, "How can you do that so well?!" To which I replied, "Lots and lots of practice."

I paused and looked at him. "You know, looking back on it now, though speedcubing is really cool and ton of fun, I wish I had put all that time into learning how to play the piano." I glanced up towards the sanctuary and motioned towards the old brown piano that was played every Sunday. "Not that cubing isn’t cool, but learning the piano is a much more useful skill."

I'll be the first to say that the above conversation isn't a verbatim copy and paste from the actual dialogue, but the main point is there. I love that I know how to solve the Rubik's cube, and admittedly a lot faster than the vast majority of the world. And yet, at the same time, does it really matter?

We all spend time indulging in various activities. Some might even consider those activities to be wasteful or worthless. And others praise you for those same activities because they are much better than the alternatives. In the case of me, I spent a lot of time practicing speedcubing, making YouTube videos of cubes, and interacting with other cubers online. Hundreds, perhaps thousands of hours poured into memorizing algorithms, researching cubes, watching cubing videos. Truly a deep hobby! So based on the statement I told the pastor's son above, you might think I regret it, right?

Wrong! Let's work down the rabbit hole: cubing got me a sponsorship at SpeedCubeShop.com to make cubing YouTube videos, my sponsorship led me to asking mom and dad to have an Instagram to promote my sponsor, which led me to make more videos and photos for my sponsor, which led to me needing music for videos, which led to me discovering instrumental EDM, which led me to discovering Owl City, which led to me become a huge Owl City nerd, which led me to repost an edit that a girl from Minnesota made, which eventually led to our friendship, which then led to us video chatting and falling in love, which led to us meeting each other in person, which let to her moving out here to be closer to me, which led to us being engaged, which led to us being married, which led to us having a baby, which led to us buying a house, which led to this very moment I'm typing to you.

Okay, take a breath. World's longest run on sentence. But I hope with that illustrates the point that everything in our lives literally leads to exactly where you are at the moment you're reading this. I think there is a beauty in that idea that we tend to overlook and forget. Even the nation of Israel in the Old Testament built altars of remembrance, so as not to forget where God had brought them from.

Ben Rector wrote a song with some lyrics that really tie into this idea of wondering how different life could be:

"Sometimes I just wonder what it would have been like If you were with me Don't worry your mind I'm not cryin' at night I just think o' you sometimes Sometimes, yeah"

Not going to lie, I love this song. I relate to it deeply in that I, too, wonder what life could be like if things had been different. And while it can be fun to think about those things, at the same time, doesn't it leave a feeling of dissatisfaction with the life God has given you? Totally speaking to myself here!

But there is another song that really hits the nail on the head: a Darius Rucker song called "This", in which the chorus goes:

"For every stoplight I didn't make Every chance I did or I didn't take All the nights I went too far All the girls that broke my heart All the doors that I had to close All the things I knew but I didn't know Thank God for all I missed 'Cause it led me here to this"

See the difference? He acknowledges the mistakes he made, the people he loved, the things he had to give up. But yet, he looks at his life and realizes that it was those times of both significance and insignificance that led him to this very moment.

I suppose I'll close with a prayer:

Father, help me to be content in every area of my life. Allow me to see how You have truly provided for me, knowing that without your workings in my life, I would have nothing. Grant me with a true spirit of contentedness, one that strives not to live in the past, but rather determines to press on towards the goal, living for You and You alone! Amen.

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cumulohimbus · 1 year

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Sometimes I'm extra hard on myself bc I think I'm nothing like my grandfather, the person I most wish to imitate. I've resented my artistic ability bc I've always thought it was the only thing I shared in common with him. I have felt kinda guilty getting a college degree in art and then putting art behind me when going to college for art was something he wanted for himself but could never pursue. I don't want a skill I resent about myself to be the one thing that connects me to Papa. I am not calm or patient or gentle; I am none of the things I loved most about him and that I find myself most attracted to in other people...or so I thought, until today.

I've been working my way through the remnants of my library's uncataloged books, vetting them to see which ones I think we should save. All of them are hopelessly outdated, but there's some good stuff there still. I've found first edition books that have been out of print for decades, crafted with beautiful, thick paper and surprisingly high quality photo prints. There are some first editions from the 1930s and 40s with vintage photographs and oh-so-delicately drawn illustrations. There are books filled with pictures of animals. I have elected to "keep" a number of this last kind for our art students to have reference images even if the information within these books is old and possibly no longer relevant. As I continued working my way through these books today I suddenly realized why I feel so compelled to do this.

Papa would cut out pictures of animals from magazines and he stored them in a big accordion file to use for drawing references. I had this file for some time but gave it to my uncle because I didn't really have space for it and I felt bad letting it collect dust. As I flipped through these old books today, checking their content and copyright date, I found myself thinking "Papa would have loved these". Memories of the stories he would tell me to get me to take naps as a kid came slowly seeping back in.

My Papa used to collect wagon-fulls of "garbage" when he was young. He loved and appreciated things that others had thrown away. I don't know much about his parents' social class, but I suspect he did this because it was entertainment he could make for himself for free. He was resourceful and able to see treasure in others' trash.

I understand now why it's so hard for me to get rid of most of these old books (except for the racist shit; I'd burn those ones to ensure they don't end up for sale at a consignment store if the school allowed it). I look at these old books the way my grandpa looked at the little artifacts he would collect. How can I not appreciate the time someone took to write hundreds of pages about one of their passions? I wonder...how long must it have taken them to capture these photographs, create these illustrations, research, write, and format everything without the technology we have today? I fall a little in love with these people because they were humans like me, and they made art about the things they cared about. It hurts to say "we can't keep this" to a book that I can feel in my soul probably took years of someone's life to produce. It's hard for me to imagine that other people do not share my sense of awe about these artifacts. I catch myself doing mental gymnastics trying to find reasons to keep more of these books for the revival of our collection even though the college administration ordered them to be uncataloged only just within the past year.

"Papa would have loved these". The ability to see magic in the mundane; that's how I am like him. And I am so thankful...

#chronicles of a queer library tech

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theglitterypages · 3 years

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Title: Secret Life of Levi Ackerman Part 2

Read Part 1 here👇🏻👇🏻

Pairings: Levi x fem! Reader

Summary: Levi revealed that he has a wife and they took his squad in his home so they could rest but as they prepared themselves to leave there's a news...is it a good one or a bad one?

Warning: A little bit of 18+

Word Count: 1000+

A/N: There will be errors ahead so bear with me guys, I will edit it soon once I have the time.

Ps: Photo not mine. Original Link for the photo👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻

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It's already night and Levi already told the teens to sleep on the extra rooms, fortunately there are two extra rooms, the girls slept together and the boys are in one room. When Levi entered the room he immediately locked it, you were sat on the bed while a book is in your hands, you looked up at him with a small smile before closing the book and placing it on the table nearby.

“Let's sleep, love.” you whispered at him as you pat your lap, Levi immediately knew what to do then, he rested his head on your lap while you comb his hair gently using your fingers. “I miss you.” he whispered with his eyes closed, he stopped your hand from combing his hair, he kissed the back of it before he opened his eyes. “I love you, sorry if this marriage seems unfair to you.” he caressed your knuckles gently, his eyes still fixated on yours.

Levi can be an insecure man, and at this moment he's insecure that he couldn't stay with his wife but he knew he has duties that's why he's also doing his best to fight and eliminate the titans because once this war is finished he can finally rest with you, be a man who stays beside his wife.

“Levi can you please stop saying sorry? I wanted this marriage because I love you.”

“I love you more.”

He sat up and pressed his forehead on yours as he cupped your face, “No matter where I go, I would always come back to you. You will always be my home and my rest.” you melted in his touch, your eyes are closed as you feel his breath fanning on your face.

And in one swift movement his lips crashed against yours, it was a gentle kiss, Levi's arm went around you as he leaned you into the pillows, gently laying you down as he settled himself on top of you.

You moaned softly and he smiled against your lips, when it was time to pull away to breathe, he was smirking down at you. “You would have to stay quiet my love, we can't let the kids head what's going on.” he took off his clothes before he started removing yours.

And when he was done he attacked your lips once more as his hands traveled all over your body.

Two became one again on that night.

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“Thank you for letting us stay, I just want to tell you that we loved your food.” Hanji complimented as she pulled you into a hug, “We really want to spend more time in here but we have to go, take care.” she whispered before pulling away from you, “Thanks Hanji, please watch Levi for me too. Make sure that there are no girls around.” you joked and Hanji laughed as she clutched onto her stomach.

“Don't worry, girls are too scared of him to flirt with him and it's obvious that he's so in love with you, no need to panic Mrs. Ackerman.” she smirked.

Your eyes settled then at the teens smiling at you, “Please come back here too if you guys have free time. I'd love to cook for you guys especially you, Armin.” Armin's eyes shot up and he blushed immediately, you don't have any idea why you're fond of the teen that fast but maybe it is because he looks like a baby, Levi suddenly cleared his throat as he snaked his arms around your waist. “You've been silently screaming my names last night and here you are acting all lovely in front of the kids, damn...I love you.” he whispered as he pressed a kiss on your temple.

“Thank you Miss YN.” the teens said in unison.

You faced Levi and combed his hair using your fingers, “No matter what happens, come home to me...alright?” He smiled and nodded as he held your hand tightly, “I would always come home, I promise.” that was all that you need to hear, you stood on your toes and kissed his cheek, wanting to keep it innocent in front of the kids.

“We'll be waiting for you. Take care, my love.”

Levi immediately frowned, confusion was evident in his face as he heard you, “We? W-what do you...what do you mean?” he whispered underneath his breath as he held your hand tighter, you looked down at your hands with a smile, you caress his rough hand before looking up back at him.

“I'm pregnant.”

It was loud enough for everyone to hear and Jean, Connie, Eren, Mikasa and Armin was in complete awe when Levi froze in his position before his knees slowly gave up, it was a good thing that you were holding Levi's hands or else it would've been a bad fall.

“I—I don't...damn y-you're pregnant? I—I will be a father...wait..wait..love is this...is this a joke?”

You laughed out loud and cupped his face before leaning in to kiss him on his lips quickly, “I'm pregnant and yes, you're a father now, Captain Levi.” Levi's heart rate sped up as realization hits him, he chuckled to himself before standing up, he wrapped his arms arouns you and lifted you off the ground.

“Thank you, you don't know what I'm feeling right now. I love you so much.”

You tapped his shoulder as you giggled, “Lev, there are kids and you guys should go.” Levi put you down and he gently kissed your forehead, he couldn't find the words to say how thankful he is right now, he's happy, actually, saying that he's happy is an understatement, before he met you he never thought that he could be a father but now, what seems impossible to him became possible because of you.

“I can't leave my pregnant wife alone.” he whispered.

“I'm sorry to tell you this but your wife is a skilled fighter too and I can handle myself Lev, these kids need you. You can come home this weekend, our baby and I can wait. But now, you gotta go. This is why I didn't tell you last night, I knew you so damn well that I could predict what's going on in that head.” Levi looked down before flicking his eyes towards the squad. Hanji just gave him a thumbs up, telling him that she's ready to accept whatever his decision would be.

And when his gaze landed back at you he smiled, “I will be home, I promise.” he knelt down and kissed your tummy before whispering, “Unborn brat, don't give your mother a hard time. I will be home by the weekend so wait patiently and don't stress my dear wife.” You giggled as you ran your hand through his hair.

“Lev, you gotta go.”

“Fine...I'll talk to Erwin and asked him if I can have more time to stay here.”

“No, it's fine. Save those day offs once my due is near that is when I would need you most but for now...you can go.” you kissed him again before hugging him tight, “When things get hard just think of me, I would always have your back, my love.” Levi wrapped his arms around you as he sighed in contentment, this is peace for him, having you in his arms is his peace.

A small smile made its way across Mikasa's lips as she stared at you and Levi, you two seemed to be an interesting pair, one is impatient while the other one is too serious but despite of all those obvious differences you and Levi looks so in love, she would want to find someone who can be with her like this.

Hanji smiled at the sight, this is a side of Levi that she never expected to witness yet it's refreshing to see, this scenario is breathe of fresh air and seeing you and Levi smile is somehow comforting because she can see that amidst of the war there's hope coming.

“I love you, wait for me.”

“I will, take care my love.”

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minthysugamon · 3 years

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Everybody wants to Rule the World. (Part 2)

Noble Assistant,Sergeant! Namjoon x Assassin! Reader.

1789! AU

Word Count: 2,111 (angel number go brrr again)

Warnings: Slight misogyny,beheading,blood,death...i think that's all.

(Credit for the Original Photo: @/athenaa. I only edited it a little bit. But all credit goes to the original artist who posted the photo first in it's original version)

(Painting: La liberté guidant le peuple by Eugène Delacroix)

12 Août,1787. (Flashback)

After reading every word of Voltaire,Maximilien became more and more riled up by the thrill of the revolution. The adrenaline of change was getting the best of him,he had no time to care about his little sister,(Y/n) Robespierre,who would simply block him from getting in the city. The Robespierre family was more than just concerned about their eldest child,the Gem of their family. (Y/n) hated the injustice their father casted upon them. She wanted to learn,he wouldn't let her. Henriette tried to reason her but stubborn,like her brother,she went up in Paris,alone,in the quest of knowledge.

After arriving at Le Marais,her first goal was to find her brother. Nothing more,nothing less. And finding him,she did. But not in his expected state. "Maximilien,laissez moi entrer.¹" A groan was heard from the man but he got up to let his sistet in. "What are you doing here? I told you to stay at home,in Arras. Is it so hard to follow my or father's wishes?" He sighed and pulled a chair out for her. 'How chivalrous.' (Y/n) thought to herself. "Mon frère,i came here to ask you a favor." Her eyes,full of hope,heart racing,the negative answer from him already anticipated. "And what would that favor be? If it's to join some political club,it's a no. And i won't listen to any begging. No is-" "I know. No is no. I don't even want to join those. All i wanted to ask from you is to teach me the art of law."

Maximilien sighed. He knew she will never be accepted as a lawyer,as much as she wanted. In the end,(Y/n) was a woman. Not a male apprentice. But a simple woman. "So...? Will you please teach me...?" Her voice resonated through the small living room,a hint of hope and a dust of desperation sticking to it. "No. I can't. I already taught you everything you had to know. I can't teach you more." Maximilien simply sat down on a chair,looking at her. How could have his sister,a woman from such a delicate mother,turned out like a man? "Is it because i'm a woman?" "It's because you won't be accepted. I'm only doing you a favor here,if you haven't noticed. Ta demande est ridicule. Et tu le sais très bien.² I won't let a Robespierre be turned into laughing stock. Not only your honor depends on it,but our whole family's."

Objecting her brother was the worst thing she could ever do. The man was stubborn and always stuck to his own ideologies for the better or the worst. "But you know-" "STOP IT. NOW. I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT THAT ANYMORE. I SAID NO. AND NOTHING WILL CHANGE THAT. YOU ARE A WOMAN. KNOW YOUR PLACE FOR GOD'S SAKE." The heavy breathing coming from the eldest was enough to make the atmosphere heavy between them. (Y/n) stood up and put the chair back as if she was never on it. "Alright. Thank you for your time,Maître Robespierre. Je me tâcherai à ne plus vous contre-dire.³" Stepping out of the residence,(Y/n) let the door slam against it's frame. The silence was too heavy around Maximilien. He wanted to tell her he's sorry,but he knew it won't change anything. Her pride was too high for her own good. So he put his aside for once,as unwilling as he was. "Alright. Come back. If you want to learn. You will learn. From me. But don't tell anyone about this. Est-ce clair?⁴"

The young woman's eyes lit up. For the first time,she achieved to coerce something useful out of her brother,something that will be helpful for her future. "Crystal clear,Maximilien." She did a 180 and started walking towards the door of the small and stuffed place the elder was living in,passing right beside him. "So? When do we start? I wanna know everything." An innocent but playful smile spreading on her face as she spoke took Maximilien by surprise. "Quoi?⁵ Not even a simple thank you?" The tone in his voice was laced with fake-hurt. He was annoyed but somewhat proud of her sister's persuasion skills. If she was a man,she would've been a very good lawyer. Putting ultimatums where they belong,it requires skill.

14 Juillet,1789.

After getting some powder,Namjoon was finally recharging his gun,the fact he owed his life to a revolutionist still had him shocked. 'Why?' wasn't his only question though,he wanted to know more about that woman. "COUPEZ-LUI LA TÊTE!⁶" the chant of the crowd grew louder and louder as his foster father was escorted by some peasants. While the sergeant of the troop was laying dead jn the hallway,the squad's organisation itself was frantic,none of them had endured such debauchery before.

"Sir,what should we do? We can't let the colonel down." One of the soldiers finally spoke up after a long moment of silence. His ears were ringing. The loud gun noises made him lose all auditory senses,but he still spoke up despite not being able to think clearly and having no military experience. "Wait here. If i signal the path is cleared,you follow. Divide in two divisions. We can't sacrifice anyone. If anything,i prefer sacrificing myself if there's a chance to lead you into safety. May God be with all of you."

Namjoon had no idea what came over him and moreover had no idea how to command,but he strong leadership De Launay has showed during his younger years may have stuck with him. One thing is sure,he won't commit the error of turning his troops against himself. Maybe getting killed was his destiny after all,but he would do everything in his power to not have the one who raised him killed. After hiding behind a pillar,the man signaled to the first troop to come and hide behind the chariot. The chariot the battle was going on for,the precious gun powder those uncultured men couldn't use. Hell,even him,he was new to the battle but the situation couldn't degrade more.

"Here's what we're going to do. We have to use up all the powder while the second troop can finally get to safety. Negociating with these savages already failed,we have to act." The youngest soldier, Nathanaël du Rhône, looked him in awe, their leader, Kim Namjoon, the man who was once a Stranger, was more worried about their safety than his. The newly appointed Staff Sergeant pointed to Nathanaël. "You. Signal to the others that they can come,then hide and leave. You have more than just a fight to live. The others,you come with me. Hide,aim and charge. I'll signal you when to shoot." De Launay has noticed his son due to his inattention,his hat was in the wrong direction. He simply smiled at the determination of the young chief then mouthed a simple 'You'll be alright son." in his direction while the three man were still escorting him out to the court of the prison.

"Wait....Now. Shoot." And the men acted as Namjoon said,including himself. They fired the shots,simultaneously touching the three who were holding the Colonel. Recharge,aim shoot again all the people who were flocking in the court. Once they had no other choice and were blocked,the hiding spot was discovered too. But he won't let his men down easily,he wasn't raised to do so. "Gather the explosives. We must light them and decimate the crowd or else this hell will never end."

After throwing one of the smoke torches in the crowd,he started running towards his elder, successfully stabbing one of the new detainers in the throat with the bayonette of his shotgun. "Père.⁷You must come. I beg you." De Launay simply nodded a no and smiled "My destiny was to die protecting the king and the prison. Now go before they get you too. You're too young to die." Namjoon wanted to do another round before he saw the head of the Colonel falling,in addition thhe man's blood splattered over his face as he wasn't more than 3 meters away. "Chef. Ils nous ont encerclé⁸. We must go." A new smoke torch was thrown by the youngest soldier on the ground,blinding the revolutionists as he held back his chief from going rampage over the ones who killed the one he called father. "NO I CAN'T. I CAN'T LET HIM DIE." Namjoon screamed frantically as Nathanaël was pulling him by the arm, at the same time asking for help from his troop mates. Two other men came to hold the new and young Sergeant down,escorting him to a hiding place,not wanting to lose their only commandant in this butchery.

15 Juillet,1789.

After staying up all night,the sun was rising. 'Finally', (Y/N) thought to herself. The night was long enough already when she simply had woken up from night terrors and waited for the light of the day to reassure her,but now that she had to wait for her brother, it seemed like an eternity. Sitting on the roof of the house Maître Robespierre lived in,she had the privilege to eat something that many couldn't, an apple. The thought of saving that guy in the early afternoon was prancing around her mind, not fully understanding why she did what she did. 'I should've killed him. Now he's one of my countless problems.' Her inner monologue was eating her up,much like she was munching on the green fruit. Due to the bad harvests of the previous years,it was as sour as her mood.

After finishing the apple,eating the core,even if it was more than just acidic and putting the seeds into a small pocket of her leather pants,she knew she should get down the roof and change back into her normal attire to hide her activity. As long as Maximilien didn't know about anything,she was safe. He wouldn't condone her actions even if she was killing the noblemen he oh so strongly opposed. As murderous as his desires were, the thought of a woman being better than him made his skin crawl. The crowd had finally died down too,people went back to their residences or the small shelter they were at to sleep,it was around two in the morning that the chants started to become more and more quiet and at three,not a single soul was seen wandering the streets. It was although now five in the morning and she knew,her brother would soon come back from the whorehouse he went to. After finally getting into her dress,she went out the door to finally get some bread. 'Oh to be a man and not give a piece of mind about the opinions of others.' she thought as she entered the local bakery.

"Bien le bonjour, mademoiselle⁹ ,early today,i see! Let me guess,the usual or are we changing it up today?" The baker, Jean-Hugues Lefèvre, was known for his kindness towards his costumers although since bread was a missing article nowadays,he always managed to sneak some to the poorest families,giving up his rations to save others. The baker had already started packing the two loaves,as usual until his actions were interrupted by (Y/n)'s voice. "Just one loaf will be enough,thank you. I'm only buying for my brother,i am going back home today." As he was choosing the best loaf,he raised an eyebrow. "Oh? So soon? It hasn't been two months thought,as you said ten days ago." She smiled awkwardly,not knowing how to engage in the small talk,making herself feel smaller. "Well...i guess the Parisian air made me feel a little bit exthau-" her phrase couldn't be finished as somebody barged into the shop.

"Bonjour, Monsieur Lefèvre." The intruder was a tall man,smelling like gunpowder and cologne "Bonjour, Sergent Kim. Congratulations on your rank. You fought well. I am sorry about what happened with the Colonel. What can i serve you with?" Jean-Hugues gave (Y/N) the loaf as he told her the price and the another man looked at her. "Three loaves please..." Thoughtful was the only way to describe him once he caught a look of the eyes of the woman,and (Y/N) had a suspicion why,so she ushered herself out of the bakery. "Wait a minute." The man called out. So she turned around "Yes?" Trying to seem confident out of the cape and mask that hid her face yesterday was harder to do than to say. "Haven't we met somewhere?" A genuine curiosity was displayed on his face. As much as she knew the right answer,the lie was necessary. "I don't think so. Have a nice day,Monsieur Lefèvre." And the girl started heading to the Robespierre residence.

Left dumbfounded and with three loaves for his 10 men, Namjoon was thinking about where he had seen those eyes before. "The girl from yesterday."

Translations

¹ Let me enter

² Your request is ridiculous. And you know that well.

³ I'll make sure to never argue with you again.

⁴ Is it clear?

⁵ What?

⁶ Chop his head off!

⁷ Father.

⁸Chief,they have surrounded us.

⁹Well good morning there,Miss.

A/N: Hello there. There will be probably a part 3,but i don't know when. I don't promise it will be before april but i'll try to write it before. Please note that i try to stay as close to history as possible but as this is an AU,there are some modifications here and there. This is pure fiction please do not take this for something real. Thank you. (Only saying because i've gotten some hateful DMs bc of the first part).

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I'm here for the domestic!bughead prompts!! how about engaged Bughead looking through photos in order to use one for their wedding announcement on the paper but they stumble across their old childhood and adolescence ones and they end up laughing at how awful they are and zooming in on those that one of them is pulling a face or a photo that was captured at just the wrong moment and teasing each other and you know ALL THE FLUFFY FEELS!

Ahh, thank you for the cute prompt, m’love!I blame @lusterrdust and her adorable fic ‘feels like home’ for all these damn domestic feels

Jughead didn’t bother looking up from where he was editing the newest chapter of his latest novel as he heard Betty entering their living room. At least, that was until she settled down besides him, unceremoniously plucking the device from his hands and resting it on her lap. He looked at her incredulously, a smile twitching at the corners of his slightly open mouth.

“What do you think you’re doing, Betts?” he asked, folding his arms across his chest and angling his body towards her. She didn’t notice his surprise, or if she did she chose not to indulge him, busying herself with plugging her hard drive into the laptop and finding what she wanted.

“Just borrowing this,” she chirped, scrolling through the endless files that popped up on the screen. He chuckled.

“So what, I put a ring on your finger and suddenly you think what’s mine is yours?” he quipped sarcastically, leaning in to try and catch her eyes, his own glinting with mischief. She cast a smirk at him,

“Conventionally, yes.” He settled back against the sofa with a laugh, throwing his arm around her shoulders. “We need to find a picture for our engagement announcement,” she told him. He groaned in response.

“Do we really have to do that?” he whined, biting his lip against more protestations when she turned to him with a stern look.

“Mom phoned, again. If we don’t give her one to print by the end of today god only knows what she’d choose. You don’t want to face the wrath of Alice Cooper, do you?” Jughead shivered in mock horror. Everyone had been surprised by how little resistance Alice had put up against Jughead dating her daughter, but still he knew all too well what her bad side looked like and it was not a place he wanted to be.

“Wait, what’s that one?” Jughead asked, pointing to a folder on the screen labelled ‘oldies’.

“Oh, I’d totally forgotten about that!” Betty shrieked, clicking on it immediately, an array of images lighting up before them. One trait that Betty had been happy to claim from her mother was her organisational skills. She’d been putting every photo she could find into categorised folders since she could remember. “Oh, my god!” She tapped on one, enlarging it on the screen.

It was their kindergarten class photo, twenty or so chubby little faces grinning back at them. Jughead spotted Betty quickly, like he always did, standing slightly off to the left, her smile a little more subdued than some of the toothless grins of her classmates, but her face just as bright. The rosiness of her plump cheeks matched the tiny pink roses on her yellow sundress.

“I hope our daughter looks like you,” Jughead whispered before he even realised he was speaking. His eyes went wide as her head whipped sharply to face him. His face was burning as he looked down, fiddling with the hem of her sweater in embarrassment.

“Our daughter?” Betty asked in adoration, her eyes shining. He chanced a look back up at her, tension in his chest easing at the hopeful look plastered across her face. He cleared his throat, smiling timidly.

“Well, yeah. If we have a daughter, I mean,” he stuttered out lamely. He felt Betty lean further into his side.

“I hope we do,” she mumbled, turning back to face the screen, a new warmth spreading throughout Jughead’s chest. “Oh, Juggie!” she squealed, pointing to the other end of the photo. Standing there, tiny denim jacket and all, was a little Jughead Jones, crown beanie slipping down over his eyes until all that was visible was a peek of dark hair and a toothy grin.

“My mom knitted it big, said I’d grow into it,” he chuckled, looking at his younger self. It seemed like a lifetime ago.

“That you did,” Betty joked, chucking him under the chin. Jughead swatted her hand away playfully.

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s move on, shall we?” He tapped the arrow, shifting along to the next picture. Betty gasped. It was her and Archie, a couple of years older than the last photo, sitting on the grass in the park they used to play in. Archie’s head was thrown back in laughter, his red hair glowing in the summer sunshine as Betty gazed adoringly on. But that wasn’t what stopped her breath. There, slightly out of shot was Jughead, fixing her with the same expression she knew she’d given the redhead countless times throughout her youth.

“I always saw you, Betty, even if you didn’t see me yet. I always knew,” Jughead leaned down to whisper against the shell of her ear. Betty turned her head once more, capturing his lips in a delicate, feather-light kiss. They pulled back, gazing into each other’s eyes as Betty felt the comforting new weight of the ring on her left hand. This was right, this had always been right.

She blinked back tears as they resumed their trip down memory lane, cute childhood memories slipping into the awkward phase of early adolescence. Betty threw her head back, laughing freely at a particularly bad shot of the both of them at someone’s birthday party. She zoomed in on Jughead’s face menacingly.

“Wow, I didn’t know you had so many chins, Juggie,” she teased, shrieking as his fingers danced against her side, relinquishing her control over the laptop. Jughead seized his opportunity, zooming in on her face instead, her expression blank but her eyelids half open and eyes rolled slightly back into her head.

“Yeah, well you never told me you were possessed in our youth, Regan,” he scoffed, holding his fiancee off as she attempted to snatch the device back.

“Wait, Juggie, stop! There’s one I want to see!” she struggled, sitting back with a huff before he finally relented, placing a sweet kiss on the side of her head. “Look, do you remember this being taken?” He turned to face the screen.

They were on the school field, high noon sun shining down on them as they lounged around in the summer heat. Betty was leaning back on her elbows, face turned up into the light slightly, rays catching the highlights in her golden hair causing her to emit a subtle glow. Jughead was lying next to her, propped up on his elbow, looking down at Betty with pure and open adoration in his blue eyes. The angle of the light was captured perfectly, shrouding them in a spotlight against the green of the grass. Jughead looked down, catching a glimpse of the way their hands, barely noticeable behind Betty’s hip, were locked with one another by their pinkies only.

“This one,” she said, her voice getting stuck in her throat slightly. Jughead nodded, tightening his grip on her.

“Definitely.”

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