#he doesn't meet breed standard at all

[daytaker]

The Gang's Tumblr Pages

Inspired by this and my own reaction to it.

Lucifer

Perfectly curated, perfectly formatted, and whenever there's a major change to the tumblr format, he simply leaves the website altogether in a huff of peacock feathers.

Lots of HD photography of nature getting reblogged.

Has an extremely complicated and specific list of tags he uses for every single post.

He only reblogs text posts that are sufficiently visually appealing. Very few meet his high standards.

You could look through his entire blog and not learn one single thing about him except that he's a perfectionist to the point of neurosis.

He has a lot of professional art blogs following him.

Mammon

Oversharing oversharing oversharing!!!!

He regularly gets himself in trouble by shouting about the shit he's done into the void of the internet.

Tried to have a tagging system but forgets about 7/10 times.

Reblogs himself all the time to say "AND ANOTHER THING!!!"

He hates looking at the actual blog pages. The text is always so tiny and some of them start playing music and changing his mouse into a weird shape? No thank you.

He has very few followers and he doesn't really care. Who goes on tumblr for the social element? Weirdos, that's who.

He's insanely easy to troll with anonymous asks. Everyone has done it. Even Lucifer, though he wouldn't admit it.

Some of his best asks:

"did u just post that you're okay with the idea of ponies and unicorns breeding. like no shade on that conceptually but why."

"If you reblog another 'reblog this for good luck' post, I will personally break down your door and steal your skin."

"ur ugly" "yeah-huh" "ugly" "no i won't 'come off anon and fight u' whhy don't you come ON anon and fight me?" "'i don't know how' sounds like something a chicken would say"

Leviathan

He just makes a blog like one of us. Fandom stuff.

Except he's multifandom to the extreme. It's impossible to keep track of his interests because he always has so many simultaneously.

He has the most followers of the brothers just because he gets so deep into so many fandoms that they come rolling in.

He has blocked all of his brothers except for the twins. They're okay.

His blog is a chaotic mess but there is order within the madness. He has a masterpost of tags that explains everything if you care to look at it. (I don't recommend it.)

Satan

It feels stupid to even put this in writing but...cat pics. Endless cat pics. That's like 90% of his blog.

The other 10% is a mixture of book recommendations and analysis, Lucifer shade, and a comprehensive, ever-expanding list of shit Lucifer has done to make Satan angry. It's a very long list. It's organized by theme.

"Lucifer inflicts unjust punishments." "Lucifer makes unnecessary snide remarks." "Lucifer simping for Diavolo and MC (pathetic)."

His blog itself is very minimalist and clean.

He's another fastidious tagger. He tags the cat pics by color, breed, age, number of cats, setting...

Asmodeus

He's not very into tumblr. It's like Devilgram but more complicated and less popular.

Sometimes he'll post or reblog 'aesthetic' things. Moodboards and the like.

In general though, he doesn't really 'get' tumblr.

People don't post selfies very often. Weird.

Beelzebub

Food blog.

Just food.

Reblogging hot dogs.

Reblogging nachos.

Reblogging ice cream.

Nothing else. Ever.

Belphegor

"This minimalist Tumblr has no posts."

No posts.

Default profile picture.

Sometimes he'll like something.

Usually he just looks at it.

Diavolo

There is no order. Only chaos.

He hardly ever uses it, then he'll come online and reblog a million things that have nothing to do with each other. Then he'll go silent again.

He has no tagging system.

He has no custom theme.

He is very friendly to all anonymous askers though.

Barbatos

Barbatos would never have a tumblr. Don't be ridiculous.

Solomon

He only posts very rarely. He prefers to lurk.

When he does post, it's something weird as fuck, like reblogging statistics about owl pellet contents.

He likes to keep people on their toes.

Simeon

Reblogging inspirational quotes, pictures of nature, and general positivity.

That is, once he figures out how the website works.

That takes a really long time.

What is a queue? What are tags? Why is it called a "reblog"? How does he track activity? How does he navigate the homepage? Why does it post things in such a strange order? What is a "Blaze"? What is a draft? Custom URL? Custom Theme? Sideblogs? Mass Post Editor?

Someone please help him.

Solomon probably does that.

Luke

Baking.

He uses tumblr for recipes and images of baked goods.

But tumblr isn't even the best place to go for that, so he isn't on very often.

He sometimes likes Simeon's posts, just as a show of support since he knows how hard Simeon works to post anything anywhere.

#tgr #the gang react #ensemble #text post #lucifer #mammon #levi #satan #asmo #belphie #beel #diavolo #barbatos #solomon #simeon #luke #obey me #obey me! #obey me hcs #dthc #obey me hc #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me asmo #obey me satan #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos

[ladyvillainous]

Eric Coulter NSFW Alphabet

Was tidying up some of my WIP folders and stumbled across this so here have another alphabet. This may be a little out of character for some fans, but it's consistent with my version of his character from my full length fic on Wattpad and the imagines on here.

A Aftercare

(What they’re like after sex)

He's usually quite quick to fall asleep if you're getting down and dirty in your own bed, he'll pull you into his arms and drift off quite contentedly. If you're grabbing a quickie in between meetings or tasks he'll pull out, tidy himself up and be on his way. Leaving you a quivering mess with nothing more than a quick kiss and a self-satisfied grin on his face

B Body part

(Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Eric's pretty happy with his entire body having worked very hard to get in the shape he has, but if he had to pick, he'd say his arms and hands. If pressed he'd say it's because he can choke someone out just by wrapping his arm around their neck or do some serious damage with his fists. Privately he also likes how willingly you climb into his arms, sighing when he wraps you in his arms, he likes that you feel safe with him despite how brutal and violent he can be. I also think Eric would be a breast man, liking a good handful but nothing comically large. If he's had a hard day, he likes nothing more than to pull you into his lap and bury his face in your chest.

C Cum

(Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Like most men he hates condoms and would much prefer to just cum inside you which is why he's so very grateful for the Dauntless standard issue birth control. While he doesn't actually want kids, he does have a slight breeding kink in that he loves to fill you up and imagine what it would be like if you were to get pregnant though he barely admits that to himself let alone you.

D Dirty Secret

(Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Eric's very dominant clearly and that translates to the bedroom as well but at the same time he gravitates towards a partner that would give as good as they got, this means sex is a constant powerplay between the two of you. He's never told you but sometimes he lets you win when he's in the mood to be dominated. He's even fantasised about you tying him up when he masturbates but has never actually voiced it because it rubs right up against his control issues.

E Experience

(How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He's good looking and well-built and before Dauntless he was just your standard cocky arrogant Erudite, which didn't bother any of the girls of his previous faction so yes lots of experience. At Dauntless he's carefully cultivated a menacing scary reputation; it tends to attract the more extreme dauntless women, but his apparent lack of interest has them moving on quickly. It's also widely known that the two of you are together and while you're less prone to physical violence than Eric everyone knows not to mess with your man if they want to live to tell the tale. In terms of prowess Eric wants to be the best at everything so he will have practised and read books and practised some more, the man knows what he's doing.

F Favourite Position

 (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

He doesn't have a favourite position because he wants them all, his moods change so quickly you regularly get whiplash so he's constantly changing things up depending on his and your mood. If you're both pent up after a hard day he might just taking you against the wall of your shower, or maybe he gets up in the morning to find you cooking breakfast in his T-shirt which you know will always end with him bending you over the counter roughly. While not usually one for public sex he's not adverse to a last night session on the mats in the training room after sparring, who goes on top will always be determined by who won the fight. 

G Goofy

(Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He definitely likes to tease you but he's never goofy, usually very serious and focused on making you both feel good.

H Hair

(How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Neat and tidy but no excessive manscaping, he does have a grid style tattoo that matches the ones on his arms adorning his lower abdomen and dipping below the line of his boxers.

I Intimacy

(How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Eric is extremely passionate and focused when in the moment it's not traditionally romantic, but you can't help but getting swept away by his intensity.

J Jack Off

(Masturbation head canon)

Because you both work long tiring shifts and have to keep up your training you don't always have the energy to be intimate. When it's been more than a few days Eric finds other ways to alleviate his tension, but he always thinks of you when he does.

K Kink

(One or more of their kinks)

Slight contradictory and secret breeding kink given his view on kids. Known preference for dominance with an occasional switch which he thinks you don't notice but you do. Is slightly into bondage in that he likes to tie or handcuff you to your shared bed when he's feeling particularly dominant.

L Location

(Favourite places to do the do)

He'll happy get down wherever and whenever the two of you are in the mood, even semi-public if private enough. Particularly likes shower sex, something about the hot steamy water and your slippery wet skin really gets him going. Doesn't hurt that he has to pin you to the wall whatever position you opt for.

M Motivation

(What turns them on, gets them going)

His mood is a huge determining factor, if he's angry or frustrated or keyed up after sparring he knows the quickest way to burn that off and get control of himself is to lose himself in you and you are usually more than happy to help. If he's tired and not in the mood initially wearing nothing but one of his t-shirts will change that fast. He's also more than happy to help you burn off any excess tension letting you use him as you need. You don't often get that worked up, but he can't help but get turned on when you stomp into your apartment in a towering temper, even more so when it’s directed at him strangely. 

N NO

(Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He's not opposed to rough play such as light choking, biting hard enough to leave a mark or just rough handling in general, leading to bruises but he'd never seriously hurt you during sex even if you asked him to. Firstly, he doesn't want to cause you any serious harm. Secondly, he'd doesn't want to push his scary reputation that far and his girlfriend walking around with any visible injuries not sustained in the ring would do exactly that. Lastly, he worries just what he might do even to you if he lost control.

O Oral

(Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He loves to go down on you the noises you make are so sexy he could listen to them all night and has once or twice, he's very talented with both his tongue and his fingers having long since perfected his technique. He's just as happy receiving, he doesn't think there's any view in the world better than you on your knees with your lips around him. 

P Pace

(Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

As with location his mood plays a major part so again, he changes it up, often the exact opposite to what you'd expect always keeping you guessing. Usually when he arrives home in a bad mood you can expect to get railed (happily) against the nearest wall. But on occasion he has dragged you into the bedroom tied you to your bed and proceeded to tease you mercilessly, slowly and sensually until you're begging for relief. He switches it up the other way too on a lazy day off you wake up expecting slow passionate morning sex, but instead he flips you over and pounds you into the mattress. Sometimes you swear he's doing it just to keep you on your toes and you'd be right.

Q Quickie

(Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

All depends on mood, time and opportunity but as a general rule he'll take you anyway he can get you luckily, you're in full agreement.

R Risk

(Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He definitely likes to experiment especially when you first got together, he wanted to know what you liked and what would get you to make those noises he loved to hear. He wanted to know exactly what he had to do to make you scream his name and forget your own.

S Stamina

(How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Eric's stamina is deceptive, on days on long physically draining days you'd expect him to be too tired but those are also the days when he can go all night and does. It's the long tedious days when he's been stuck in his office not doing anything physical that drain him the most. Those are usually the days he pulls you into his arms and falls straight to sleep.

T Toy

(Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Handcuffs and rope are a staple of a good sex life as far as he's concerned. He's used a few of the more exotic toys manufactured by Erudite in his time but found he got bored of them quickly, preferring to make use of his own hands in new and different ways. He'd be lowkey offended if a toy could be better than him anyway. 

U Unfair

(How much they like to tease)

When he's of a mood to tease you will be in agony, tears running down your face begging for relief before he'll give in, but those are also the most earth-shattering orgasms of your life, so you don't complain too loudly. You couldn't take it every day however so you're grateful it's more by exception than rule.

V Volume

(How loud they are, what sounds they make)

In the privacy of your apartment, he doesn't bother to control his volume but he's not overly loud or effusive anyway. The sounds he makes are usually more grunts of effort, and moans of pleasure than actually words, he's not one for dirty talk. 

W Wild Card

(Get a random head canon for the character of your choice)

I'm so bad with this question my mind always goes blank!

X X-Ray

(Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture, or words)

He's not comically pornstar large but he is above average in length and girth. Unusually for someone of his size he also knows how to use it to full effect rather than just resting on being a bit larger than average.

Y Yearning

(How high is their sex drive?)

Before you he masturbated every few days, more if he was frustrated or didn't have a girl of the month to play with. Now he has you it's not often you go more than a few days between sessions, both of you getting frustrated if it goes longer. It's noticeable to the people you work closest with, not that they'd ever dare say it to either of you, but they can tell when one of you has been sent on some task for a few days, leaving the other alone in the compound. They can also tell when the other returns because the following day you're both much more relaxed than usual.

Z ZZZ

(… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Eric gives you his all whether it's a long session or a quickie so if you're in bed and not due anywhere else you're both going to drift off wrapped in one another’s arms very quickly.

#eric coulter fluff #eric coulter fanfiction #ericcoulter #eric coulter smut #eric coulter imagine #divergent imagine #divergentfanfiction #divergent fanfiction #divergent

[artsycrapfromsai]

Some doodle of my character Len, who's a Water Genasi Bard!

His mom was Lyra, a Siren born to a society of Siren folk who are idolationist and kill all outsiders

and his father, Remes, was a Triton prince who ran away from the throne, and because of his father's heritage and the Royal family's connection to the elemental planes, Len ended up being born neither a Siren or a Triton, but a Water Genasi. (Neither Len nor his mom knew about any of that)

Len was disliked among the Sirens on the island for being a half breed mutant born from an outsider, and he did everything he could to learn and master everything about Siren music and schooling.

Len got kicked off his home island a few years ago, and despite the way they treated him, he still views his siren heritage with great pride

His harp was a gift from his mother before he left

He used to hate his father for a long time for ruining his life and making it so Len would never be truly accepted by the Siren for his heritage. That is, until meeting him (Remes was thought to be dead), and Len has slowly warmed up to him. Especially after Remes risked his life to save Len's from pirates

Len is also kind of a narcissist and inherently thinks of himself as better than most others, but he also understands that most people don't share that world view and he just lives with it. He's also got incredibly high standards in partners, and while he's kind of a whore, he doesn't actually do anything unless someone meets his standards (he also leans more towards men)

The one thing Len prides himself most on is his Musical abilities, and he would rather die than never play or sing again. His life is music, and to him, taking that away would be death

#len #dnd oc #dungeons and dragons #siren #triton #water genasi #my art #doodles

[myers-meadow]

Meet Mischa! 🐍✨

picrew by aukanemin

I had a wonderful dream about this man, so I thought it only fair to let you meet him too <3

I've been wanting to return to writing original work for a long time now, but have always felt too intimidated, but under encouragement of dear friends (@vincent-sinclair-deserved-better @devil-doll13, @house-of-slayterr), I'm finally ready ^^

The first piece that will feature him will be out hopefully sometime this week!! I hope you will all adore him as much as I have! Asks, comments, reblogs, everything is very welcome <3

His introducion fic, 'A sn(e)aking suspicion' Mischa x reader. Masterlist with much more info on him here &lt;3

Name: Mischa

Pronouns: he/they

Occupation: magician/sorcerer

Powers: speaks the language of several animals, most notably that of snakes. He knows a large variety of spells and potion recipes, and has a strong charismatic quality.

Personality: prefers solitude and quiet. He uses words only when he deems it necessary, but is good at making his words count. Mischa has high standards for himself and is a stern teacher. To him, magical knowledge and power is everything. He seeks to grow in what he knows, his bookshelves strain under the weight of his collection and there's always a potion brewing on the fire. He's often found reading until his vision swims. The countless failed experiments he has done have left their marks on him, but he doesn't give up. As a studious introvert, he's not bothered by his lack of human connection - he has his snakes and spiders, after all. But what happens, if he meets you?

Notable features: has a thin, forked tongue like that of a snake. Symbols that only he knows the meaning of are tattoed all over his body, which he may have done himself. His black hair has a green shine to it.

Pets: keeps mice and rats for breeding to feed the snakes he keeps around. He doesn't view the snakes or spiders he has as pets, though. Some have preferences and he keeps those in mind.

Music taste: dark yet atmospheric, he's specific but the genres he likes are doom metal, dungeon synth and variations of folk music with a darker edge.

Coffee or tea: black tea with cardemom

Love languages: acts of service, physical touch

#oc introduction #Mischa: 🐍 #original character #original work #writer community #writeblr #writing community

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

I love when writers add flavour to their x reader stories by giving the reader different dynamics so much because it not only allows for us readers to explore different types of stories and facets of our personalities but also opens up for all different types of pairings;

The kind and soft hearted reader who is always open minded to the one character that needs that balance and compassion

The gruff and emotionally closed off reader who deserves to be comforted and feel safe instead of feeling constantly (emotionally or physically) on the defense

The elegant and poised reader who gets a character that compliments their grace and allows them to slip from their persona when needed while still not mocking or admonishing their poise

The nerdy and knowledgeable reader with a dumb character that still loves hearing them rant about their interests despite not understanding a thing because they deserve to be listened to

I also love me some dumpster-fire-wet-cat-found-in-the-back-of-an-alleyway reader and I think it's hilarious every time

What reader dynamics do you enjoy and which types of stories/pairings do you like to see them with? (Basically ship dynamics but specifically what fanfic you'd read about them)

And what type of reader have you not yet written (or read if that fits) for (for a certain character or in general) that you'd like to try?

Me, personally, I would love to see Mihawk with an absolute we-found-it-eating-our-garbage-and-we-think-it-has-rabies-but-fuck-it-its-our-mascot-now reader

Mihawk: I have high standards

Reader, offhandedly as they walk by: This morning I fought a rat for half a bagel... I lost. That was a new low.

Mihawk, internally: fuck, they're meeting all my standards!

Or with a himbo, honestly. I love me some himbo reader (I love thembo&bimbo but my preference is specifically for himbo, which transcends gender btw, all heart and muscle and no brain)

There really aren't many that I don't enjoy writing/reading. But in particular I'm really big on oposites-atract situations.

Like:

Zoro with a silly bubbly reader that makes him lighten up a little

Sanji with a romantically oblivious reader that his flirting just doesn't work on

Shanks with serious reader that struggles to keep the dumb himbo in line but still thinks he's just adorable

Buggy's overdramatic ass with an aloof reader that knows how to calm him down

Crocodile is an exception here because I wanna pair him with character/reader that's just as cunning and manipulative as he is and watch the whole thing catch fire, I'm thinking about it way too much and I'm bound to start writing him and Wren before long

And definitely Mihawk, as composed and high-maintenance as he is, with the human equivalent of an opossum. Just an absolute dumpster-fire of a reader. Acting all annoyed about it but secretly finding it endearing and feeling compelled to take care of them. Honestly the exact dynamic I'm aiming for with him and Karimi in Hearing Problems, with her total disregard for self-preservation.

I've never written a himbo reader since I primarily write female readers, but they're among my favorite breed of character in general. Janx and Lyon provide my himbo fix. Just writing dumb little drabbles of their interactions for my own entertainment.

"Maaaan." Janx spun the globe sitting on top of the desk in the captain's cabin. "I hate it when ovens explode."

"Again?" Lyon's brow furrowed as he looked up at his first mate, turning his own attention from a map also sitting on the desk. "Is that why you look like you've been on fire recently?"

"More or less, yes," he said, shrugging slightly as he continued his examination of the globe.

"And you caused it, I'm assuming?" He shrugged slightly again. "Wren's going to murder you in your sleep one of these days." He was met with yet another noncomittal shrug. Lyon shook his head and looked back down at the map. He frowned at it for a few moments before picking it up, crumbling it into a ball, and tossing it over his shoulder in annoyance, grumbling under his breath about coordinates before turning his attention back to his first mate. "You're paying for the new one out of your cut this time."

"But I spent everything in Jaya. We were out of whiskey, we needed more, so I took the liberty of purchasing it myself."

"The fact that you're the reason we were out notwithstanding—"

"And what are we supposed to do until I get the money?" Janx went on lamenting, ignoring the accusation. "Not eat? I can't not eat. The oven is in flames right now because I was being forced to not eat."

"But I feel like I need to be thinking straight," said Lyon, still blinking in a confused manner.

Janx opened the door and looked over. "Then you're too sober for your own damned good."

The crew didn't return until later that evening, and when they did, they found Janx collapsed in the middle of the deck, covered in raw egg, pieces of eggshell, feathers, and ink. He smelled of something like dirty mop water and looked as though he had been utterly defeated. A few stopped to snigger at him, but most just walked past and ignored him. Lyon stopped by him upon finding him and looked down at him, giving a snort of laughter.

"Learned your lesson, I take it?"

Janx managed to sit up and nodded. "I had to chase her all over the ship for five hours straight," he said weakly. "I'm so tired I could sleep for weeks. I've learned that the next time you tell me I'm babysitting your hellspawn, I should probably just jump ship and let the ocean take me."

[slasherlouvre]

nsfw ask game !! 49. what is your main masturbation fantasy at the moment?

*For the nsfw ask game!

49. What is your main masturbation fantasy at the moment:

- This one's a bit embarrassing but,,, lately it's been cnc Lester taking my virginity outside like a wild animal wanting to breed 🤡. My car breaks down in the middle of nowhere, my cell phone doesn't have service, it's hot, and I'm alone, so I just start walking. The first person I come across is Lester when he happens to be driving down the dirt path I was blindly following . . .

He keeps up an innocent act when it's a whole group of people who've wandered into Ambrose to lure them all in, but me? I'm so obviously defenseless. So unprotected, and easy to take advantage of all alone.

And I'm kind to him; giving him the politeness and respect that should be standard when meeting new people. I don't grimace at his appearance, don't treat him like he's got a disease. Maybe I look like a city girl to him; I don't exactly have the accent, and I don't wear collared button ups or work boots with my jeans, but I was born and raised in the rural south, so I'm not squeamish about the whole roadkill thing.

He's nice to talk to, he makes me laugh, and I genuinely like him, but there's an instance where his eyes darken like when he looked over at Carly when she had to change her shirt. He forces the truck to a sudden stop causing everything to lurch forward, and for a second I'm confused because he's just looking silently ahead with that same dark expression when nothing's there. Mulling over what he's about to do. Bo would bitch about it, but fuck it. Bo was always having his fun, and it wasn't every day Lester met someone even halfway decent. There'd be no harm in claiming me first, if I was just going to end up at the twin's mercy anyway.

Lester would get out, round the truck, and pull his knife. Yanking open the truck door, warning me not to try anything stupid as he forces me down and out, onto my back. I think maybe he's going to kill me, and I struggle, but he's far too strong, and I'd rather not die by being stabbed to death if I can help it. He'd bind my wrists with rope he snatched from his truck bed, and drag me to the nearby grass among the trees just a few feet away from the dusty, dirt road.

He'd make quick work of his belt- unbottoning his jeans, and sliding his underwear down just enough to thrust comfortably as I try to recover the wind knocked out of me on the forrest floor. He's less considerate of my clothes; tearing at my jeans and ripping them off along with all the rest before stabbing his knife's blade into the earth, not far from my head as a threatening reminder.

There'd be a moment where our eyes meet; everything becoming still as I pant from anxiety, and he does the same out of anticipation. The moment's shattered when Lester forcefully shoves himself inside; completely bottoming out in one painfully intense motion.

I'd hear Lester moan in satisfaction. My mouth opening in a silent scream at feeling my hymen tear. Tears already pricking at my eyes from the unfamiliar burn before Lester begins to fuck me wildly without giving me even a single moment to adjust.

There's no point in screaming out here, no one will hear me, and I feel ashamed as I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist and hook my wrists over his neck. I want to keep him as close as possible so the intensity of his thrusting eases up, even if only by a fraction, but Lester takes this as reciprocation and bottoms out even deeper. His cock reaching my cervix, and his mouth on me- kissing me deeply, swallowing my pained whines.

He wouldn't fully grasp my position until he looks down to admire his dick stretching me out and sees the blood; effectively causing him to stutter still, and look up at my pained and teary face in disbelief.

"Hell, sweetheart, this yer first time?", he'd grin wickedly, "Didn't know ya was savin' yerself fer me".

I'd be trembling, clutching at his shirt pathetically in a silent attempt to beg for something I can't even think of anymore.

"Sorry darlin', I'll treat ya softer", he'd say before forcibly bottoming out in me once more.

I'd scream once from the sudden intrusion; my voice weakening to choked up sobs, but he'd lick away my tears, and kiss my neck like a man starved. Eventually moving up to my lips and telling me to part them so he can spit in my mouth. He'd be rolling his hips deep within me rather than thrusting which starts to feel good, and then starts to feel better than good, and I can't stop myself from shamefully moaning in pleasure as he resorts to jackhammering in me once more.

I don't care anymore, I want this. We're sweaty, covered in dirt, and made warmer still with the way Lester lets his body fully engulf me, but I want this. I begin kissing any part of him I can reach in such a manhandled position with my wrists tied and now pushed back above my head with one of his strong hands. Desperately keening and pressing my mouth to his neck, his jaw, his cheeks, until he captures my lips all over again. He's surprised. Pleasantly so, but surprised all the same. Did I enjoy being fucked like an animal, or was his dick enough to make me go stupid?

"Fuck, yer really gettin' off on this, huh?", he'd mock thrillingly, "Want me t'fill ya up? That it? Need me t'breed this virgin cunt?"

"Yes, I need you- ngh, I need you, Lester!"

It's begged, and it's the first coherent thing I say to him since he's claimed me. I find myself instantly orgasming around him; clenching him close, and trying to milk him for anything he'll give. My ability to speak replaced with delirious moans and a euphoric exhaustion now rendering my eyelids heavy, and my virgin-sensitive body limp and violently trembling all at once.

He'd bruisingly still my hips attempting to jolt away from his electrifying touch, and force himself as deep as physically possible before releasing directly into my cervix. I wouldn't be able to control the sigh that leaves my lips at the feeling of his warm seed filling me up; my legs tightening around his waist further still to prevent him from pulling out even if he wanted to.

Lester would remain fully sheathed within me to keep his now softening cock warm- his body weight completely pinning me down as he pants and catches his breath against my neck. Going so far as to even press a few thankful kisses to my skin and mumble out a few words I don't entirely catch in my fatigue.

However I do hear when he says, "Think I'm gonna keep ya t'myself after all", just before I'm taken by sleep. ♡

#don't...ask me why this was so long & detailed please #i overstim myself to TEARS with this fantasy; just need lester PLEASE #house of wax #lester sinclair x reader #slasher x reader #nrambles #ask game answers #boringauthor #nwrites

[paradoxcase]

Chapter 28 of Gideon the Ninth

I am disappointed by Mayonnaise Uncle's revelation. The most interesting new piece of information is that the shuttle exploded, but he doesn't have anything actually verifiable about what happened to all the children, he just has ideas about ominous possibilities, which really, I think we already had. But thank you Gideon, for finally sharing what you at least thought happened to all the children, 275 pages after we learned they all died. There still seems to be as yet unshared information about why no other children have been born since Harrow, though, how many more pages are we going to have to wait for that? There are barely more than 100 left in the book

My guess is that Harrow blew the shuttle up specifically so that they couldn't take this news to other Houses, and this wasn't like, a plot to kill Gideon or something like that. But if she just didn't want that news leaving Pluto, she could have just let Ortus and Glaurica stay on the Ninth, there wasn't really any reason to kill them. She could have gotten rid of the shuttle to foil Gideon's escape some other way, I'm sure

I am sort of curious about how the Eighth got ahold of Glauria's body or ghost to necromance this information out of her if she exploded in space

Colum is a better and more independent person than I expected. Good for him.

I note that Mayonnaise Uncle originally promised Gideon that he was going to help her "become more than the lock on your own collar" and then really did no such thing, and had nothing to offer other than "the Ninth House probably killed 200 children but I don't actually have proof". Even if that was provably true, he didn't give Gideon any actual way to separate herself from the Ninth House. I'm honestly not sure what he expected out of this, unless it was just specifically a trap to try to take her key, and based on the fact that Colum at least wasn't aware that he was going to try to do that, I'm really not sure what the point of this meeting was supposed to be

Mayonnaise Uncle seems to think that becoming a Lyctor is itself heretical, which is odd, considering that he seems very religious and we have in this book a bunch of priests who seem very keen on one or more of the candidates becoming Lyctors. I'm guessing that the religion as practiced on the Eighth might be more different from the standard religion than Mayonnaise Uncle believes

What I'm getting from the argument between Mayonnaise Uncle and Colum is that on the Eighth they are doing some weird eugenics program to breed perfectly compatible necromancer/cavalier pairs to optimize the soul siphoning process, which probably explains why Colum is like way older than Mayonnaise Uncle despite being his nephew

I hope Colum doesn't wind up being the person to kill Gideon, because that would be Unsatisfying, and also I'd like to see Colum kick Mayonnaise Uncle to the curb now

Belated note from Chapter 27:

This seems to check out pretty well if the Sixth is Mercury, there are actually spots on Mercury in various craters near the poles that never see daylight, also, apparently Mercury has a day/night cycle that is longer than its year, which must do interesting things to whole idea of seasons, but I don't feel like mathing it all out right now. And Mercury actually has huge variations in temperature, due to not having any atmosphere to retain any heat

I can't decide where on the sliding scale of sci-fi hardness the actual sci-fi in this book falls, because it is definitely harder than the kind of sci-fi where they're like, yeah, we just terraformed all the planets and they're all just like Earth now modulo a bunch of sci-fi generators that modify the atmosphere and temperature and so forth, but at the same time it's softer than the ones that say, we can't actually go faster than the speed of light, so it takes literal generations to get anywhere and we all have to go into cryosleep for hundreds of years. And I feel like introducing somewhat magical terraforming is generally more acceptable at harder levels of sci-fi than introducing FTL travel, if that makes sense

#the locked tomb #gideon the ninth

[terrence-silver]

I can imagine when they first meet, Beloved may be head over heels for Terry and then start to gradually fall out of love due to his jelousy and controlling behaviour. Is he able to see what he's doing wrong and learn how to be more considerate of Beloved's feelings before he loses them (I know he will never let Beloved leave but I mean losing them emotionally)?

Thing is, I think Terry Silver knows when he's 'wrong' (about jealousy, controlling behaviors, flat out psychopathy --- you name it) he just doesn't care. Like, he gets it. But, the part of socialization that breeds conventional guilt and commonplace ethics just ain't there.

Man could go around hurting, lying, manipulating and using people he's placed in the 'enemy' or 'temporary or not-so-temporary appliance' box and not feel a thing doing so, in fact, quite the opposite. He feels butterflies. Terry relishes every moment of it all while totally realizing what he's doing is basically wrong by any wider social standards; in fact, the very idea that he's doing an awful thing he finds so amusing is the reason why it feels so perversely giddy in the first place. Basically, imagine the morality of a child; innately selfish, slightly creepy and still developing, thinking that drowning a cat or bullying another kid can be rather funny --- well, that's Terry Silver, for you. Now, I think things are different if people are placed into the 'mine', 'ally' or 'I adore you' box. Because one's either or with Terry. He's an absolutist. He either loathes your guts or he wants to devour your guts because he loves you so much.

If he loves someone, he wants to do right by them.

Needs to, actually.

He doesn't treat all people the same because to him, all people absolutely aren't the same or equal. 'His' people are top notch by default and everyone else is worm food.

So, I can actually see Terry Silver being something of a people-pleaser with beloved. In fact, an absolute people-pleaser. He people-pleases special chosen ones as much as he wants to be pleased. He sure is a people-pleaser with John Kreese, for example. He wants his beloved's highest opinion. He wants not to be hated by them (not that it would turn him off if they did --- quite the contrary). He wants their adulation. Their devotion undying. Their praise. Their total acceptance. He wants it all and will have it all, by any means necessary. And so, my god, he could be the slickest, most charming, smothering, loyal man in the world to the degree that his tendencies to control and be jealous blend in with his more admirable traits and become effectively tucked in there, between the lines and even when they come through, they can come through very covertly, if he wants them to. None of his positive traits are faked. No. They're real. Very, very real. It is just that he has the ability to compartmentalize the good from the bad until he can be here simultaneously causing environmental disasters in the Global South and actually being the most doting, passionate partner privately who is considerate of his beloved's feelings to the point of being invasive about it --- in fact, that might be the only thing he is considerate about, worryingly enough --- he is considerate of beloved all while the rest of the World and everyone in it might as well burn to ash.

That's why Terry Silver is so damn scary; because when he wants to, with people he wants to, he can actually be a nonironically damn good person who won't lose the people he's hellbent on emotionally because he makes it his life's mission not to --- and then everyone else might as well be fodder for him. So, you better pray you're one of the few people he likes and not those great many he doesn't care for.

#terry silver #kk3 #cobra kai #character analysis #terry silver x reader #terry silver x beloved

[kalessinsdaughter]

Mistborn – The Final Empire, Chapter 24

Kalessin reads cosmere

Prologue | Chapter 23 | Chapter 25

Assuming the narrator is the person who became the Lord Ruler, then by his own standards, he has passed beyond hope of redemption.

It's nice to see Vin is feeling so much at home in her new crew. Does this mean something bad is going to happen?

Kelsier's plan to rent a place to hold his meetings makes me a bit worried. Doesn't that mean he'll keep several of them in the same place, increasing the risk of the Ministry finding him?

Sending Breeze to be in charge at the caves for the final months might actually be a good idea. He knows how to read people and their moods, and would probably be good at getting the rebel army mentally ready for their task, with and without using Allomancy on them.

Ham pointing out that the Ministry kills not only any skaa Mistings they find, but also their children… it's chilling, but it's a logical extension of killing skaa women to prevent "half-breed" (how I hate that word) skaa Mistings from even being born.

It's not just Vin who's getting increasingly concerned about Kelsier's antics. How will he react to Breeze, Ham and Dox confronting him?

Also, I am beginning to wonder about that eleventh metal. The vibes I'm getting… is this a legend Kelsier has made up? But why would he do that?

Hah, yeah, people have to have permission to leave Luthadel, or to travel at all. So the walls do exist to keep people in, or at least to strictly control their movements.

Wait, WHAT?! The rebel army has attacked a provincial Garrison? Has Yeden lost his mind? Or has he lost control of his men? Because the only other option is that there's another ska rebel group operating in the same area, and I think we can rule that out.

How will Kelsier and the rest respond to this? It's drawing the Luthadel Garrison out, alright, but this is too soon!

So, something bad did happen, but not what I thought. Also, I guess this qualifies as The Plan failing as per the Unspoken Plan Guarantee?

#kalessin reads cosmere #cosmere #mistborn #the final empire #brandon sanderson #the final empire chapter 24

[sherifftillman]

i'm in a real steve-y mood today apparently so here's some cheerscoops bc well. it's me, The Cheerscoops Mutual™

wc: 0.8k, just fluff, mention of them both having shit parents bc well.

the cunninghams take chrissy's brother on vacation with them, but tell her that since she turned 18, if she wants to go on holidays too, she has to pay her own way ‐ except they go to super bougie ski resorts, lake houses, all places a freshly graduated high school senior could never afford on her own income.

she hates the idea of being the only person in the whole house, though, and as much as she loves her cheer girls, they're gonna hear the words empty house and suddenly half of hawkins are partying freely, which she knows her parents would kill her for.

and so, she asks eddie if maybe he wouldn't mind staying over in the guest room. he can even hold hellfire meetings there if he wants, but the neighbours would definitely complain if the band practised there, so that's a no-go. eddie says he'd love to, but he did promise wayne a Munson Men Fishing Trip. instead, he suggests that if she needs someone in the house with her, he could always ask steve.

and chrissy is dubious. sure, steve was a jock, but socially he was a whole other breed in school. the only people worthy of his company were tommy and carol, and then nancy wheeler - and then that weird period at the end of his senior year where he just kind of floated around. she understands that some of eddie's hellfire kids are how he's connected to steve, but she doesn't see how that warrants him accepting an offer from eddie to go stay with someone who was an acquaintance in school at best. so chrissy tells him not to worry, that she'll think of something.

but eddie can tell when she's hiding her disappointment, so he instead offers up a game and movie night, where he'll come over, in his jammies, they can get take-out (he promises to take the trash away with him so her parents never know) and just hang out together for one night before he goes fishing with wayne.

what he doesn't tell her, and she only finds out when she sees a further three people also wearing loungewear stood at her door, is that eddie invited steve, robin and nancy, too. and they have fun together, watching movies that steve and robin bicker over whose choice gets played first, and playing games that eddie and nancy bicker over the rules of. and yet despite all the arguing, there's clearly a lot of love in the room.

chrissy totally twigged as soon as she saw eddie holding a six-pack that he was going to use drinking as an excuse to have everyone stay over, but still she pretends to be surprised when eddie announces he "forgot" that he's the only one who can drive them home once he was four beers in.

she sets everyone up in different rooms and does one final scan of the house to see what needs to be cleaned up. that's always been her role in the family, anyway, it's what's expected of her, it's second nature, plus now she has to be a Good Hostess as per her mother's standards, even though she's hundreds of miles away. but chrissy sets her alarm clock early so that everyone else wakes up to a clean house.

except when she gets downstairs the next morning, steve is already there, holding a trash bag that's already two-thirds full with pizza boxes and beer cans. he locks eyes with chrissy and jokes that the easiest way to keep anywhere clean is to wrap eddie in a trash bag before he can create any more mess, which makes her laugh.

chrissy asks why he felt the need to clean up after everyone, let alone so early. he shrugs and mentions something about how he grew up, but chrissy knows his tone. it's the same one she uses when she talks about her parents without actively disrespecting them. she shares an anecdote about her family, he starts opening up about his, until finally she lets slip that according to her parents, cleaning up is Her Job, and that's why she got up so early.

to which he finally admits that the reason he feels the need to clean up was always so that his parents might recognise his contribution to the household. and it's just become a habitual way for him to show his appreciation for people, by tidying up for them. especially since other people tend to be more appreciative of steve's efforts than his parents are.

neither chrissy nor steve say anything when eddie announces he's leaving and only rounds up nancy and robin to get in the van with him. partly because they didn't even realise until way later, and partly bc they don't mind in the slightest.

#cheerscoops #harringham #stissy #steve x chrissy #chrissy x steve #steve harrington x chrissy cunningham #chrissy cunningham x steve harrington

[flowroma-town-apiary]

Time to finally meet a certain skorupi:

Pins n' needles the skorupi

Gender: M

Age: about what seems to be a 1 year and 11 months old

Breed: standard

This lil guy was saved by me during my visit over at the Great Marsh to see a friend of mine who works there! There was a trainer who gotten completely frustrated and started to try to break the rules and capture the skorupi with brute force and caused an injury to him (the offender was punished severely with their trainer license revoked and total banishment from the marsh). The center managed to recover as much as they could, but as of now it was considered impossible for Pins n' needles to return to the wild due his front left leg being basically crippled! One of the horns was also damaged but it wasn't as bad compared to the damage done to the leg. PNN however was a tough cookie and was able to walk again after a few weeks of recovery and a bit of physical therapy! He prefers a carnivorous diet in his life so make sure to provide this, but he doesn't seem to mind a bit of spiciness in his life! Likes to dance around when freeform jazz music is playing (was discovered when laz left xir music playlist playing on accident). Like all skorupi they do need to have something to sting on or might have to have their stinger capped so make sure to do that!

Make sure to inform if you're ready to adopt this Pokemon If you can!

#ic #pokeblogging #pokemon irl #rotomblr #rotumblr #pkmn irl #skorupi #hive shelter postings #pokemon adoption

[the12thnightproject]

could i request a ikesen boys x thicc mc? like not really society's "fat" but hourglass? ( i know they'd be a lil surprised cause thats completely against asian beauty standards) ty! specifically motonari , nobunaga, masamune, and kenshin.please, but you can add more if you want if not thats okay!

Hi kawaiidumbass,

Thank you for sending an ask. 🙂

This is a little different from my normal writing style (I tend to stick with weird situational scenarios, rather than distinct MC characteristics), so I had to do some thinking and research.

Ikesen, aside from the occasional CGs with Mai, doesn't dwell at all on MC's appearance, aside from the fact that she has a beautiful smile. The warlords all believe she is "adorable," "cute," "beautiful" and some have gone on to attribute that to how passionate and brave she is in pursuing her dreams and ideals. No matter what MC looks like, the warlords adore her because she is who she is, passionate, idealistic, strong, and clever.

Anyway, that's just an overall general sense (warlord specific responses are below).

I've never been to Japan, so I don't really know what current "Asian beauty standards" are, but I've been an academic researcher in several fields, and I have library access to journal articles of all sorts. Which basically means, if someone says "Asian beauty standards" the first thing I am going to do is research what the beauty standards actually were in feudal Japan.

It's a compulsion.

Some things I have researched in the course of writing fanfic include, "what were the toilet facilities in Kasugayama," "what plants in Japan are poisonous?" "what kind of monkeys are native to Japan?" "What kind of fabrics would be available in Sengoku Japan? (which led me to the discovery that many samurai knew how to knit and did so in their down time)?" "how big were samurai's horses, and would they have had any access to European or Arabian breeds?" "What kind of mirrors were available to them?" "Did they have padlocks?"

...You get the idea.

Here's what I discovered were considered attractive/ and or trendy for women in 16th and 17th century Japan:

Floor length hair

Shaved off eyebrows (and then drawn in above their normal position)

White skin (cosmetically lightened)

Blackened teeth (covered in charcoal)

Red lips

plump figure (this is actually fairly common in many medieval societies, because there was an association between wealth and the ability to overindulge in food. It's really only been in the past 150 years that 'heroin chic' was, er, chic).

Therefore, based on the above research...

Nobunaga - Clearly this is a Princess from a wealthy clan. A rival clan? Perhaps even an enemy clan? Has she been sent to him as a spy? He might have her maids watch her correspondence, until it can be confirmed that she's not secretly sending information to her family. Once she's confirmed to be innocent, he thinks about potential dynastic marriage. It would be politically helpful to have a wealthy bride. Plus, of course, he adores her.

Masamune - This is an MC accustomed to being served fine foods, and likely has a vast and experienced palate. As a chef, he is intrigued... and challenged. Can he cook something that is better than anything she has ever eaten before? He might even quiz her on her favorite dishes, curious to learn about new cooking styles and ingredients. Oh, they can have so much fun together in the kitchen!

Motonari - [Note: route spoilers]. Clearly this woman has no idea what it is like to have been starving, what life is like for those in the lower classes. How can she criticize his plans for the world when she has never experienced starvation? Of course he finds her attractive and lively, but he has no patience for a spoiled rich girl who has had everything she ever wanted handed to her. Their arguments will be epic.

Kenshin - Will never believe that this woman is a simple seamstress. And given that he first meets her in Azuchi, he might immediately be suspicious that she is associated with the Oda. He does find her lovely and an interesting companion, but she would have to work much harder to gain his trust, because he thinks her story about being a servant is a lie. In fact... "to the dungeon with you, woman."

#asks answered #ikemen sengoku #cw: body image #tw: body image #spoilers

[levi-heichous]

i'm a criminal ( i'll take your heart & go ) part 2

part 1 here!! 

pairing: levi x f!reader, erwin x f!reader ( NOT a 3some situation )

word count: 8.6k

content: oral sex ( f receiving ), breeding, infidelity??, lots of drama & angst, daddy kink ( not for levi i'm SORRY ), use of "whore" as unsexy degradation

author’s note: i decided to mix 2 requests into one story because they seemed to harmonise really well! once again, a big shoutout to the requests that were sent to create this story  ( 1 & 2 [ the second request of anon #2 also played a big part in this storyline, but i'll be posting the message in the next part because of spoilers!!!!!] )! 

part 3 to be released in the future! ( i don't wanna say "soon" bc it took me forever to publish this chapter )

mature content. 18+. minors do not interact.

as you lay in bed with captain levi, drawing hearts with your fingertip into the skin of his bare back that faces you, you wonder if time itself can truly heal your scars. the pad of your finger traces over textured skin every time you pass by a healed scratch or gash ( there's plenty on the captain's entire body ) and you see that time doesn't actually heal. it just patches things up to be acceptable, but never the same.

you love levi and he loves you, too. you no longer feel like you belong to the jealousy and greed he's harboured over the past few years; you truly belong to him as a person, not just property. will this suffice as time passes or is this feeling, too, just a temporary fix for the problems you've encountered with him in the past?

you clearly remember the day when commander erwin stomped into the girls' sleeping quarters and had to watch captain levi slowly pull out of you and shove himself back into his pants ( shamelessly, you might add ). instead of blowing up in front of the entirety of the soldiers, the two of them went upstairs to have a civil discussion instead, in which levi counted out and named the cadets that erwin has meddled with since he was put into power. there weren't many, but there was more than the one ( you ) that captain levi ended up with. with the commander's blessing ( read: tolerance ), the captain was happy to have your things moved to his room where you would be allowed to stay during your time as a cadet.

though there was bliss emanating from the both of you, an obstacle that made itself too well known not too long after was the fragility of human life. even with captain levi's presence, the number of close calls was much too high. there were bigger, more important things that captain levi had to prioritise than you when you're out in battle, but he ended up jeopardising them a few times in order to save your life.

a rather ruinous injury in the battlefield had you assigned to bedrest for a month and levi was almost foaming at the mouth as he argued with his commander for hours to retire you. calmly, commander erwin argued that if you weren't part of the survey corps, your presence would no longer be required at the headquarters, so a compromise was met: you were given the title of an honorary survey corps member and you were henceforth a glorified maid. it was clear from the start that fighting titans wasn't sustainable for you and, if anything, you're almost relieved, elated even, about your injury. the only way you'll find yourself in 3d manoeuvre gear again is if there really were no more soldiers left to fight, so death can only come if there was a titan invasion that reached all the way to the survey corps headquarters.

with your new title, it was all too easy to learn how to meet your lover's standards. you were someone who enjoyed cleaning ( the alternative was much worse ) — no groaning or dragging feet when asked to wipe down his office or any other room for that matter. not only were you willing, you were good at it, and these two features are not often found together. if he thought he loved you before...

"stop it. it.. feels weird." a groggy voice washes away the reminiscing and you can't help but smile as you lean in and press a kiss to levi's shoulder.

"why do you have such an aversion to saying it tickles?" in the past, you've tried moving your fingertips along his sides, even going so far as to test his feet, armpits, and tummy, too — but to no avail would he ever admit that he's ticklish.

"because it doesn't, brat." he turns over and, contrary to his annoyed voice, his eyes are warm, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "just because you're ticklish doesn't mean everyone is."

the rolling of your eyes is so easily suspected and he combats it by pressing his lips against yours, scooting closer so he can have your chest flush against his. ever since you've moved in, levi enforced a policy of sleeping nude for easier access each night and morning. the only time he ever thought about retracting it was when you were too comfortable in your bare state and opened the door like that for commander erwin — he left levi's room without even saying what he came to discuss and his cheeks burning bright red.

"should i also start tickling you now to see how you react, sweetheart?" his long fingers reach up to hover above your neck, but you're already cringing and wailing for him to stop. muffling a smug laugh, he replaces his fingertips with his mouth instead and leans in to grab a patch of skin with his teeth where he noticed your usual purple and pink faded to light green, suckling down on it as he trails his fingertips along your protruding clavicle, then down to your chest where he gropes at your plentiful flesh with a soft groan.

"don't you have some drills to oversee?" you mutter with no intention of actually letting him leave; you know damn well he doesn't care about having to watch a bunch of sweaty kids exercise. as if your body's been trained ( it may as well have been with how frequent your escapades with levi are ), you part your legs to wrap one around both of his and pull him closer until you can grind your leaking slit against his thigh. the warm and wet feeling forces a growl to build in his chest and he wastes no time in grabbing a handful of your ass this time, nails digging into the plush skin.

"yes, but i think the drilling you and i are thinking of are quite different," he murmurs against your damp skin. "besides, you wouldn't want me out there frustrated and still horny, do you? imagine how much more running i'll make the cadets do, just to watch—" you cut him off with a sneaky squeeze to his tip and he only laughs in response, somehow entertained by the idea of him being creepy.

"you're so mean sometimes... do you like it when i get jealous or something?" but you already know the answer. though he'd never entice those feelings from you to the same degree he did before, he likes seeing you nestle against him like your rubbing will mark him, or the way your hand squeezes tighter when you two walk by christa; not to mention how much more enthusiastic your hips are when you ask to be on top that night when these things happen.

levi only offers you a knowing grin and he pulls back so you can see it, pushing your shoulder down to keep you flat on the bed as he kisses the tip of your nose. he stares into your eyes for a moment, enjoying the proximity and tenderness of getting to be with you like this. his breath is tangible on your mouth too and you lean up to steal a kiss, earning you another wide smile before he trails kisses down the expanse of your chest, stomach, then the area just above your folds.

oh, he loves stalling and watching you become riled up underneath him. his hands grab the outside of your thighs and he scoots back so he's on his knees, but his torso is close to the bed, head resting on the inside of one of your legs. he's so close, but he's denying you any chance to actually feel him where you're starting to need it the most.

"levi," you grumble, reaching a feeble hand out to try and grab his hair, but it gets shot down in an instant. his eyes are locked on to your puffy slit and the way your nectar glistens with the help of the warm sunlight that illuminates it — the most tempting meal he's ever laid eyes on.

not a second longer is he able to resist, so he indulges himself and dips his head to lick a thick stripe from the bottom of your cheeks, all the way up to your hooded clit, making sure the very tip of his tongue lingers against the sensitive nerves. already, you're squirming and clenching your fists by your side, your lips whispering little pleas of more, more, more. though he acts as if your words and cute little antics fall on deaf ears and blind eyes, he can't hide the way his cock twitches and starts to drip onto his sheets, nor the way his nails start to dig into your skin as he laps his way down to the origin of your sweet honey. his lewd slurps are embarrassingly loud and his accompanying moans are as well, sounding more like he's stumbled upon a world renowned chef's cooking, but your noises are no longer held back and challenge his as your back arches so you lean your hips forward just a bit more to have the tip of his nose press against your throbbing clit.

a large hand hits the side of your ass before he presses down harshly on your tummy to keep you down; he's in control right now. despite not meeting his eyes, you can feel his glare and you try to look anywhere else, but he won't relent unless you give in — you know this. the lifting of his face is felt instantaneously and you panic to look at him now, and only when your eyes meet does he lower himself back down to continue licking up each drop of your slick. this time, his tongue delves inside of you and it's velvet against velvet, the vibrations of his feral moans only driving you closer and closer to ecstasy. the palm on your stomach disappears until all you feel are a few rough fingertips that trail up and down the expanse of your torso to elicit goosebumps as he devours you deeper and more sloppily. his spit is no longer controllable as it mixes with your juices and he finally brings his other hand to press a thumb against your clit, skillfully rubbing it in the circles you taught him to draw months ago.

your release comes suddenly and without warning, but your screams and his name coming off your lips at such a volume make him forgive you right away, his mouth still working on the new influx of your sweet juice until he's satisfied and you're no longer at risk of dripping onto his bed ( not that it matters when he's been ruining it himself ).

"good girl," he murmurs, pushing himself up on his knees whilst wiping his mouth with his wrist. the sun shines from behind in such a way that has him absolutely glowing, as if he's surrounded by an aura; if he asked you right now what you think god looks like, you'd answer that it must be him. isn't levi your god anyways when you worship every inch of him and blindly follow his laws without complaint?

the compliment makes your cheeks burn even deeper with scarlet and you smile down at him, elbows propped up and holding the brunt of your weight with your chest heaving up and down as you catch your breath.

levi shifts to move his back against the wall so his legs are spread out and feet are almost touching the long edge of the bed ( it's adorable that his legs aren't long enough to reach the end, but you'd never say it out loud ).

"c'mere, sweetheart," he coos for you, patting his thick and muscled thighs with his palms to show you your seat. without another thought, your achy joints move to obey so you're straddled on his lap with your arms wrapped around his neck. almost instantly, your face finds the crook of his neck and nuzzles for warmth and comfort, his musky smell almost intoxicating, even after all this time you've spent together. his cock is weeping as it slaps against your tummy and he moves his palm around it in uneven strokes, filling the room with the wet sounds of his indecent act, but it only makes you hungrier for him. you want — no, you need it.

"levi, please," you whisper. even from down here, you can feel the way his jaw tenses with his all-too-wide smile — he wants to hear more. "please fuck me... i miss you! it's been too long and i want you to make me feel full. didn't you say you wanted to fill me with your child? this time is it, i know it. god, please—"

it's only been a few hours since he was last inside of you, but the way you still crave him and are willing to let him achieve his wildest dreams with you makes you irresistible to him. the growl in his chest is riveting and your mouth parts even before he enters you, but when he does, you're in the perfect disposition to whimper out his name. time and time again, he fills you to the brim and even tries to go deeper until his tip is kissing the entrance of your cervix, his cock's crown creating a tiny, but visible bulge at the bottom of your tummy, and yet, your walls create an iron vice that tests his self-control and the pressing urge to just spill inside of you — this time is no different.

in no time at all, sweat mats his bangs to his forehead and he’s panting hard. his fingers are bruising around your hips and he loves the colour that blooms in the shape of his phalanges every so often, today most likely being one of them. each push inside of you is another sound of a wet slap that ricochets off the wooden walls, barely doing anything to cover up his animalistic grunts and your pathetic whimpers. shaking, your palms snake their way to his full cheeks and you lift them up just a bit so he takes the hint to let his eyes meet yours. once they do, you smile and lean in for a sweet kiss, letting your hips move to the rhythm of his whilst he swallows each of your lewd moans. he’s close already, but he doesn’t want to let go of you or pull away from your suffocating heat; tightening his thighs and pressing his feet into the mattress, he wraps an arm around your waist to lift you up and lay you down on the bed, all while keeping himself buried inside of you.

now that you’re beneath him, a wicked smile turns his lips crooked and he lifts each of your legs to have them bend, the backs of your thighs against his chest and your calves on his shoulders. essentially folding you as far as you can go, he begins to piston in and out of you once more, a possessive hand resting on your stomach.

“that’s right, my angel. this is the day we start to see your belly grow. what’re we gonna name the little brat?” he sounds so amused, but the way he clenches his teeth and furrows his brows are a telling sign that he’s about to finish. you only want to assist and make it all the better, to make his words come true, so you loop your arms around your thighs to spread them wider and keep them closer to you, offering every last millimetre of yourself that you can. once again, your zeal proves to him that there’s no one greater in this world deserving of him or all the potential children he's about to spill into you. one final slam of his hips against yours, his heavy balls hitting the curve of your ass as he empties them inside of you sends him falling on top of your chest, his moist forehead pressed to the bed. you can actually feel the throbbing of his tip and the pool that drowns your clenched velvet walls as he spurts every last drop he can ( it’s a miracle that he has anything left, let alone so damn much, when you consider just how often you two are intimate ), allowing you to milk him for all he’s worth. 

“oh, fuck,” he mutters, the feeling of your mixed juices growing uncomfortable when he thinks he can actually notice every drop that drips down the line of your ass and onto his once pristine sheets. with a deep inhale, he ( reluctantly ) pulls out of you and you whine in response to the emptiness, but he’s quick to shush you as he quickly plugs two of his fingers inside instead, fucking his cum deeper and more thoroughly inside of you. “waste not, want not.”

you understand that his goal is to actually put a baby in you, but your insatiable core starts to heat up again with the way his fingertips must be purposely brushing against that special spot buried inside of you  — a single chuckle from him is the telltale sign that you’re actually right. the devil he is, he decides to pursue one more sweet orgasm from you and continues to scissor his digits, feeling the resistance of your cavern, which boggles him; he just had you stretched to the size of his notable girth and yet, you were still so fucking tight. there's no time to waste ( he can hear the cadets asking where the captain is outside ) and he pumps in and out of you quickly, lingering his calloused fingertips against your bundle of nerves as he also works your clit with the pad of his thumb. your breath grows quicker and he relishes in the sight of your tits bouncing with each exhale as you buck your hips, desperate for release.

"that's right, sweetheart. unwind on my fingers." on command, you squeeze around him, almost unbearably so, and you hear a groan from him mix in with your loud keening. he watches with utter excitement as you spurt onto the bed and make an absolute mess for him. "that's my girl."

his beloved sheets are an absolute mess, but so is his angel, and that's all he could've asked for on a sunny sunday morning.

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after a peaceful hour and some of laying on the filthy bed together, an obnoxiously loud knock at the door turns levi's serene smile into a hostile grimace and he kisses your forehead before he hops out of bed, dressing himself because he knows exactly who it is ( if it was erwin, he wouldn't mind opening the door nude with your juices still glistening on him ).

"what, shitty glasses?"

hange's face is uncharacteristically pale and she stutters, uncomfortable with whatever is she's supposed to spit out.

"is she here?" she tries to lean around to see if you're present and when she catches a glimpse of your foot or arm or whatever it is on the bed, she pulls levi out of the room by his shirt collar. "you have to come with me. now."

the captain doesn't even get to bid you a good day before the door is slammed shut, but you're smiling anyways. it wasn't unlike hange to drag whoever was closest into her dungeon to showcase the latest results of her titan experiments.

with a big stretch and clicking joints, you get up to start your day, too. the headquarters was such a big building with only one person hired to clean ( unless captain levi knew a guest was coming or in 'a mood' ), leaving you with little to no free time when the other cadets were hard at work, too. you always start with levi's office and work your way up, then back down to the shared spaces for the cadets. today, just like every other day, you're off to start the cozy routine you've created.

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levi now comprehends why hange looked as if she had seen a ghost and he only mirrors the lack of blood in his features right now. he's actually seeing a ghost, listening to it speak utter nonsense with the intent to haunt him. 

"don't you remember what you told me? what you promised me? our child growing up with humanity's strongest soldier as a father and a noblewoman as a mother! it's going to be the most envied child inside the walls! oh, and that property that we talked about, too? my father kicked off all the people living on it and it's been cleaned thoroughly so we can start our family there any day now, you just say the word!" she drones on in her irritatingly peppy tone about nonsense that would never come true, about a reality that levi would rather die than live in. this isn't what he wanted and he was admittedly the irresponsible one for thinking he could get away with it. "and besides, it'll be good for you and the survival of the survey corps! maybe you can be promoted to commander, too! the king said he was itching to get rid of the survey corps before my father told him about us...."

ever since he fucked the stranger on the night of the military ball, permanently on his shoulders was the heavy weight of guilt from his actions and the way he handled things. though he told her that they probably wouldn't see each other again, she didn't seem to get the hint, even with so many unopened letters that levi refused to acknowledge or reply to. every time you'd see the envelope addressed to him, you'd see the pain in his eyes as he crumpled it up and tossed it in the garbage bin and you— you. you've been as sweet as ever, comforting him and telling him that you forgive him for his unfathomable actions. you'd kiss his lips just as lovingly, suck his soul out of his cock like your life depended on it, and still hold him close as you drift to sleep. it took a bigger toll on you to worry and start an argument where there was no victor, so you learned to comfort him and watch him unwind, watch your mercy make him love you more and try harder to be deserving of your soft heart.

he doesn't want to think about how actually seeing this woman might make all of that go away — make you go away. as if her physical presence wasn't enough, the ever so visible bump where her stomach is is... upsetting. levi feels sick to his stomach and he can already see the never ending tears streaming down your cheeks when you realise that he has a baby, just not with you. his will to live just plummeted underground and he wants nothing to do with this entire situation.

"anyways," he hopes to god that at least hange was paying attention while he was contemplating how to get eaten by a titan during the next expedition, "i'll be back in a week or so with the official letter and papers for our marriage, levi. signed by the king and everything! i'll see you then and don't forget to put on your best suit because my father will be here, too." she reaches a hand out to try and hold his, but before there's any skin to skin contact, he already feels like he's been burnt, whipping his hand away from her as quickly as possible.

"don’t come back," is all he offers her and he pushes the chair he's on with an achingly loud scraping noise, turning away before she even makes a move to actually leave or come closer. he turns the knob, but sees that there was no need — the door wasn't actually closed — and he slams the wood open as far as it can go, as hard as he can. on his first step out of hange's stuffy office, he sees your face, also devoid of colour and your hands gripping a feather duster to the point of your knuckles turning white.

as if things couldn't get worse.

you don't even look at him, only a far, far object that you can't even really see, but god, anything to avoid meeting his eyes. even as he grabs your face, shakes you a little bit, and shoves his face into your vision, your eyes don't focus, as if your soul had left your body.

"hey. please talk to me." still nothing. levi doesn't care that the foul woman only a few feet away can see as he tries to kiss you, like you're some cursed princess and he's the only way to turn you back into a human. "sweetheart," he whispers, the desperation oozing from his voice so tangible.

is this it? does he lose you forever?

"baby, look at me." his voice cracks and you've never heard him so heartbroken before, it brings your body to wrap around him out of instinct more than anything, gaze finally finding his. "how much of that did you get?"

still too stunned to actually speak or fully comprehend what's going on, you shrug your shoulders because you truly, really don't know. moisture gathers in your eyes without you even noticing and only when levi's rough thumbs wipe them away do you realise that you've been crying.

"it's nothing — she's nothing. you're the only one that matters to me." his small frame starts trembling and the hold his hands have on you is becoming to grow painful. "if i can't have a future with you, all my work so far has been for nothing. it has to be you for me, no one else." he's pouring out his heart and reaffirming the idea that the only future he sees is with you; these are words he's sleepily murmured to you as you drift to sleep, especially on days when you'd feel inadequate, but they don't comfort you as they once did. how could they when you see the end of all things good for you and the captain in that room? the protective hands on her stomach and sick, twisted smile that's pointed directly at you. levi might've used her to forget you, but she came back to ensure that you're the one forgotten.

"i... have to go," your voice sounds foreign to you and when you pull away from him, it’s as if you can still feel his presence on your cheeks and, oh, how you dearly wish it was still there. you’re not even sure where to go or where you can go without him breaking the door in to hold you, but you try anyways. the fear of footsteps being right behind you disappears as you run down the stairs and when you realise that no one’s chasing after you, you’re not sure if you’re glad that levi’s giving you space or if you’re upset that he isn’t fighting enough by letting you roam free. the dissonance doesn’t last very long with the image of the woman’s stomach holding her child — levi’s child — becomes the only thing you can think of as you quietly sob to yourself in the corner of the empty dining hall, broken down and holding your knees to your chest. 

the pain of your heart clenching is almost unbearable and you think to how levi promised you similar things with you, too: getting married ( he talked about it being just a piece of paper, since he already knew he was bonded to you for life ), having children, and hopefully having enough stability in the future to retire and live on a quiet piece of farmland. your palms fall to your stomach and your lower lip trembles as your blurry vision sees the expanse of your body that levi claimed and sowed, but wasn’t able to reap. your head leans against the wall and you stare at the lines of tables beside you, blinking and breathing growing slower as you berate yourself with thoughts of not being good enough to have levi’s child and not loving him enough, allowing the woman to think that she had any authority to waltz in here, demanding levi’s hand in marriage. the last thing you ask yourself before you drift off is if the bliss you’ve felt in the past few months was worth the agonising pain you’re feeling now... and you aren’t sure what your answer is. 

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it isn’t clear how long you’ve been asleep, but your ass is sore and your joints ache as your limbs spread out on top of the arms that carry you so easily. slowly, your lids flutter open and you see a mess of blond hair, along with the sharp features of the commander as he climbs up the stairs with you in his hold as if you were nothing more than a sack of flour. 

“s-sir?” 

“i couldn’t leave you on the floor like that. what would levi say if he found you instead of me?” his voice is gruff as he shoves the door of his room open and sets you down on his bed. rather than pacing like he wants to, he crosses his arms over his broad chest as he takes a seat on the chair for his desk adjacent to his bed, his posture immaculate. “he’s gotten himself into quite the predicament, i heard.”

you want to tell him that he’s right and that it’s such a shitty situation that levi himself created, and to tell him the jumbled mess of thoughts that bounce around in your head, but you can’t. you’re still frozen in place, only having moved to rest your back against the wall to sit up and face him. 

“what do you want him to do?” erwin knows that silence might be the only thing to come from you for a while, so he gets comfortable, folding one leg over the other as he leans back and relaxes just a bit. “if he goes with his heart, it’ll be the end of the survey corps and we’ll be left to join the military police, achieving nothing until we’re all eaten by titans... but if he does the logical thing, he’ll save us all, but live an unhappy life.” he muses to himself, expression growing amused. 

even after hearing what hange had to say, he never had time to dissect the issue out loud — how could he when levi started breaking anything and everything fragile within his reach? for now, the small man was sedated with a small dose of tranquiliser for the horses, his brows furrowed, even in a forced state of unconsciousness; an extreme that hange never thought she'd have to execute on levi of all people. 

you break your silence with a faint whisper that erwin struggles to hear.

“i know what he has to do... but i don’t want to live without him, sir.” slowly, as if your limbs were frozen and you’re slowly able to break the ice that kept you from moving, you hug your knees to your chest again, resting your chin on top of your folded legs. “am i being selfish?” the answer is obvious, but perhaps you just need someone who personifies the voice of reason to tell you it. 

“by definition, yes; you’re being quite selfish. isn’t it levi’s and your feelings versus the fate of humanity sitting in your palm? two versus many thousands.” the commander switches his legs and raises a hand to stroke his chin in between his fingers. “though, i will admit that levi’s work ethic might plummet and there’s a very big possibility that he’ll charge straight into a hoard of titans just to avoid returning home. that wouldn’t be very good, either.” 

you nod in agreement to every word he uttered because he’s right. when is the commander ever wrong? 

“go talk to him.” erwin stands now and pushes the chair back into its original place, stalking towards you and helping you off his bed with a gentle hand. “make sure you and levi have a final answer, and if things don’t turn out the way you want them to, you can come to me. this is the one room levi wouldn’t dare try to break into.” 

“thank you, sir,” you mutter, offering a faint smile as you leave the cosy confines of the commander’s room and to the icy, dark one at the end of the corridor. you predict that you’ll be knocking on erwin’s door again soon enough. 

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the first thing you notice when you open the door is the amount of porcelain and books that litter the wooden floor. none of the items seem to be your things though, so you’re hoping that all this anger he was letting out isn’t pointed at you. the next thing you see is levi’s body laid out on the bed, fully clothed — very unlike him. 

with careful footing, you make your way over to the bed and climb in beside him. as much as your chest seems to be in an indefinite state of pain and that this will only prolong it, you want to indulge, even just for one more moment. your arms snake around his thin waist and you rest your head on his shoulder as your eyes begin to weep without any command. 

the feeling of your trembling body is enough to have him snap out of his nightmare and he looks down at you with the slightest bit of confusion.

“sweetheart,” he breathes, wrapping you up in his arms immediately. “i had the worst dream ever...” when you meet his eyes, he sees the red rimming yours and his brows furrow immediately. who made you cry? and slowly, the memories of smashing everything of his in sight comes back, the meeting with hange and erwin, with hange and that disgusting whore. he grows dizzy instantly, but his hold on you never falters. "sweetheart," he whispers again.

begrudgingly, you pull away and sit up with your legs crossed underneath you, fingers linked together and thumbs twiddling.

"levi... you know what you have to do," you mumble, but you don't agree with your own words. you're putting on a brave face for him because he needs it; he's weak. "it doesn't make sense to let everyone eventually die because of what you want."

what he wants, not what 'we' want.

"everyone is going to die eventually. what does it matter if it's sooner than later? what quality of life do humans even have like this? scared to go outside, starving on the streets? if i meet my end without you, i might as well have not lived at all." the anger from earlier prickles up his spine and he sits up with you now. "i need you and i don't care who i have to resist or kill to have you."

he'll fight for you. he'll kill for you. had this been any other turn of events, you would've thought it to be romantic and taken his hand in marriage right then and there.

"what if it's me that doesn't want that ending, though? what if i'm the one that's sending you to be with her because i want to?" oh, but it's so easy to see through your façade when you're sobbing and shaking like you are now. you're lying and it's so fucking obvious.

levi doesn't even acknowledge what you said — it's implausible and not worth expanding upon.

"we'll run away. i'll plan things with erwin so we'll always have gear and a place to stay... he'll help so no one can find us." he hasn't asked this of the commander yet, but the chances of him declining are so slim. "please, i can't live without you... i don't want to raise a child that isn't ours."

"so you'd be okay with letting that baby grow up without a loving father...? how did that work out for you?" the latter inquiry holds a lot more venom than you want it to and you want to indulge him — indulge yourself — by agreeing to the picture he's painting for you, but the intrusive thought of how he just parroted the same promises to some rich woman months ago, then to you, is something you can't ignore. "you... you cheated on me."

the pain that flashes in his eyes is unmistakable. for months, you've refused to talk about it and were adamant on forgiveness, nothing else, but today is the day you finally let him feel the gravity of his sins.

"you hated when i was just dancing with reiner, a friend, but you get to fuck a stranger and expect me to do nothing about it. if reiner was still around," you heard about reiner and his traitorous deeds and the truth about what he is, but you still mourned the loss of a good friend a while back, "would i get to fuck him, too? so we're even? i get to carry his child and marry him?"

you expect anger and even a slap to the face, but you only see the broken eyes of a man who has crumbled.

"i'd kill him. and i will once we catch up to him." his venomous words hold no poison, only defeat.

"then what about commander erwin?" your jaw flexes with tension. "at least we can trust him to take good care of me." it's your voice that's sharp and filled with irritation. "if i get to do the same with commander erwin and you still want me in the end, then i'll leave everything behind to be with you. i won't feel guilty about the child you're abandoning for your own selfish pleasure."

"okay." your eyes widen and you snap your head to the side to look at him, to look for any trace of a joking smile or just anything to see if he's just playing with you. but you're only met with saddened eyes and defeated, slumped shoulders. "i love you. i love you so much, i want to die. but you're right — i got myself into this mess and if those are your conditions, i'll wait. a year, five years, a decade. however long it takes. i'll wait for you, no matter what happens."

to say you're taken aback would be the understatement of the century.... but you're still trembling with unhappiness and you let your heart win over your head as you nod and get off the bed, fully intent on delivering on your promise to 'even things out.' when you've had time to calm down and think about what it is you're doing exactly ( maybe soon when commander erwin laughs at your silly proposal ), you'll find regret in your heart for what you've done. for now, you think yourself as level-headed and you leave the same way you came in, leaving the door to his messy room wide open.

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"commander," you shout for him and knock your aching knuckles against his door impatiently. captain levi is only a few doors down and you know that he can hear what's transpiring.

"back so soon?" comes his deep voice with a rumbling laugh.

the regret you had saved up for later all comes rushing to you now as you twiddle your thumbs and try to think of a way to express whatever deal you made with levi that won't have the commander pushing you back towards the captain's room, demanding that you two just make up like two bickering kids.

"a-actually... there's something i need to talk to you about, sir... about levi and i— we came to a... a compromise." a thick eyebrow raises with curiosity and he ushers you back inside, shutting the door behind you. unknowing if your legs would be able keep from giving out underneath you, you sit on the bed as you did before, legs crossed under you and one hand on each of your knees. "if you could keep your questions until i'm done, sir... i think i'll lose my train of thought rather easily."

erwin nods and stays standing where he is beside the bed, arms crossed over his broad chest as he furrows his brows with concern.

"so... levi said," you're throwing him under the bus when it was your outrageous suggestion, "if i pursue the life he has with the noblewoman with you, and if i still want him after that, we can get back together. i-i'm not sure how far that means," but you can compromise with yourself, can't you? "as in if we have to get married or anything, and if you already have a wife or lover, i'm so sorry for even bringing this up, sir! i didn't— levi didn't really think it through..."

he looks as if he's digesting every word and turning them into sentences in his mind one by one, slowly understanding what levi ( you ) proposed.

"i'm surprised levi didn't mention that he knows i don't have a lover." dread starts to creep up your spine; maybe you should've left the commander out of this. of course he has a lot on his plate already, what good would the addition of more burdens do? "but i will admit, it's not because i'm celibate or abstaining. i've lost any cadet i've had a connection with in battle, so i gave up."

his arms uncross and he starts to kneel on the bed, hands reaching to rest on the mattress at either side of your hips, lips parted in a wide grin. he's close, too close for comfort.

"but i must also tell you that i've wanted a taste ever since levi started telling me about you. he'd tell me how sweet you are on his tongue during meetings about battle. in court, he whispered about how tight you squeeze his cock, even when you aren't cumming." his breath grows ragged and so does yours in response. "when we met with the head of the military police, he sent me a note with all the names you like to be called while being fucked and where to push and pull to have you moan like a bitch in heat."

your lids flutter and all you can smell is him, so manly and intoxicating. you've never thought of commander erwin as more than an authority figure, it's almost dizzying how quickly you're able to adopt him as a physical partner. he's the exact opposite of levi, your first and only: where levi is small, erwin is big, where levi is big, erwin's even bigger. the dark hair in your dreams is now replaced with shining gold and you fall victim to the seducing words of your commander.

"and now, he's conceding? after all that teasing, he's letting his sweet bunny run head first into the lion's den?" erwin lifts himself up to undo his belt, the sound of just the buckle making your thighs clench together. "he must really love you, and now it's my turn to experience why."

his mouth is on yours in an instant and you melt underneath him, wrapping your arms around his neck as he undresses himself until you decide that it's taking too long. clumsy, small fingers undo each knob from its clasp on his shirt, and it takes much longer than if he were to do it alone; his pants and underwear are already messily strewn on the floor ( another difference from levi — the smaller would fold it all neatly ) and he's waiting for you to finish with an amused, patient smile. only when you finish does he grab your wrists to settle them on your lap so he can shrug his shirt off himself, revealing broad shoulders and a torso filled with scars similar to levi's.

commander erwin is absolutely breathtaking in his naked glory, each of his flexing muscles bulging and just begging for you to worship them with your mouth.

"god," you whisper mindlessly. he's mesmerising without having to do anything.

the corners of his lips twitch with the urge to spread wider; it's been a while since he's had an intimate moment or heard himself being revered the way he likes. the sudden confession he made of wanting a taste of you was entirely true. it was difficult to watch you walk in the hallways without purposely inhaling deeper to take in your scent, to keep himself from asking levi if you tasted just as heavenly today when he'd come into a meeting with your nectar still staining his chin, both of your faces bright red.

erwin is a wise man; he won't take this moment for granted when levi could burst in at any moment to take you away.

"now let's see if the little one was exaggerating or not," his voice is playful, as is the gleam in his eyes, when he leans in to press his lips to yours. instantly, your lids flutter and you wrap your dainty arms around his neck to pull him closer, mouth parting to let him in, to let him wash away any trace of levi you'd had lingering on you. each flick of his tongue has you moaning underneath him and he picks you up so easily, resting your back on the bed so he's hovering over you, almost swallowing you up. the heat that pools in your stomach, in between your legs, is undeniable.

where levi's taste was sweet, the commander is heartier, as if levi was a freshly baked cake and erwin was a home-cooked meal fit for soldiers. levi would send you into a state of intoxicated dizziness, but erwin sends adrenaline rushing through your veins instead.

"sir," you breathe out in between loud, wet kisses, his large hands unclasping your buttons with much more fervour and accuracy than you did his. "a-are you sure?" but the question is more directed at yourself than him, and any resistance you've held on to slips away with your shirt and flimsy bra, to the floor with his discarded clothing as well.

"i think we're past formalities if we're soon to be wed, aren't we, darling? daddy doesn't mind." the single word has your head spinning and he takes this chance to slip off your pants and underwear off the long expanse of your legs, tossing them carelessly over his shoulder.

"daddy," your voice is a whisper and you throw the word out to give it a taste, see how it moulds on your tongue. it doesn't feel right at first, but when you see the beaming grin on erwin's face, you tell yourself that it's perfect. "daddy, i really... really want to feel you."

erwin knows that preparation is necessary, especially when dealing with someone of his girth and size, but your quiet begging, the title, the irresistible sight of you on his messy bedsheets... all the feedback he's gathered through a slew of previous partners gets thrown out the window as he lets lust overtake him. if anything, he'll have to blame levi for speaking of you in such a lewd manner so openly, making erwin's curiosity crash through the roof.

he only nods in response, a hand grabbing at the base of his length so he can give it a couple of steady strokes until he's ready to press against your dripping slit. as much as he knows that he has to prep you, make sure you're ready to take him, the temptation of your ring of muscle squeezing around his tip has his mask of self control faltering and he pushes into you crassly, the hand wrapped around his base steadying itself on your hip for balance.

the guttural moan that slips from his mouth makes your eyes fly up to meet his eyes that've rolled into the back of his head. with your small hands, you grab on to his biceps and dig your nails into his skin, lower lip caught in between your teeth as you hold back grunts of slight pain; he's big and you're sure that no amount of prior foreplay could've prepared you enough to take him without the burning sensation that paints you from the inside out right now.

"just like heaven," erwin murmurs to himself. he sits inside of you, tip already kissing your cervix, and once his shoulders are no longer tense, he returns his gaze to you and cups your cheek with a large, calloused hand. "you alright, darling?"

you nod just once, despite the tears that've yet to dry at your waterline.

"levi wasn't exaggerating in the least, sweetheart," he mumbles again, the mention of the onyx-haired man just a few doors away making your heart twinge with guilt — you've ruined yourself; you're not just his anymore....but it's what he deserves, right? critical thinking is an inaccessible skill at the moment and the pang of apologetic feelings flutter away when the commander — your commander — starts to move his hips, pumping in and out of you at his own brutal pace.

the sound of the headboard rocking against the wall is thunderous, as opposed to the creaks you're used to, and so are erwin's moans of your name over and over.

crystal blue eyes bore into yours, rendering you helpless as your limbs melt into jelly ( maybe the feeling of him pressing urgently into that spongy bundle of nerves inside of you have to do with it, too ). his stare is so intense and you feel as if you've never been so bare before, giving the entirety of your self to your commander, and he takes everything you have to offer.

his pearly whites grind together with sweat beading and dripping down his temple as he finds purchase on both your hips with both of his bruising hands.

"i'm gonna fill you up, doll," he grits out and his hips piston against yours, sending your back arching and vision fuzzy with the merciless pounding against the most sensitive corner of your clenched walls.

"d-daddy— oh, god," is all you can get out, nails digging into his arms once more as you feel yourself tighten around him, and with one last thrust inside of you, you can feel him spill inside just as you reach completion and become undone, like a ribbon on a present. toes clenched and back arched, sweat creating a slick dew on your entire body — erwin swears he's never seen a sight so perfect and wills himself to commit what lies underneath him to memory.

"fucking beautiful," he whispers, chest heaving with deep breaths. slowly, he slips out of you, not without a groan, and you feel the loss instantly, clamping your legs together with embarrassment.

the bed thumps and bounces beside you as the commander lays beside you on his side, a serene smile you've never seen before graced on his lips.

"so, did i convince you to take levi up on that offer?" weren't you the one that came here to persuade him?

your eyes fight the cloud of drowsiness that, as per usual, takes over you post-orgasm, blinking slowly, but hard to keep yourself awake as much as you can.

"yes, sir," you mumble sleepily, back to the honourifics once again. the sound of commander erwin's rumbling laugh is the last thing you hear as you descend into a heavy sleep, the faint image of levi's broken expression painting the back of your eyelids before everything fades to black.

꘏ ꘏ ꘏ ꘏ ꘏ ꘏ ꘏

#levi smut #levi ackerman fic #levi x reader #levi ackerman fanfiction #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyoujin #aot fanfiction #aot fic #aot smut #by yours truly

[justmaghookit]

When it comes to the reptile trade it is always preferable to have a registered legal one than an underground illegal one. As it stands having set groups of breeders of Australian reptile species is preferable to having poachers come and take wild specimens to send overseas. And though I don't always agree with their practices, especially when it comes to breeding morphs and mutations, i would rather there be a healthy captive population to buy from.

When it comes to exotics, reptiles, fish and insects can be a grey area. Many of them do absolutely fine in captivity and can make novel and fascinating pets, but not everyone is cut out to take care of them.

I've literally spent upwards of 1000 bucks on my snakes enclosure so he will be comfortable and secure enough in my house. I do not take him out around my cats, and his enclosure is locked to prevent it being opened accidentally.

I carefully handled him from a neonate onwards to habituate him to humans and to my hands. He's not my friend though. I love him dearly but to him I am a big warm familiar moving thing that is a bringer of food. He does not fear me, but he does not seek contact like most domestic pets do. He tolerates my presence and my hands on his body, but he doesn't seek it like a domestic animal will.

My fish recognise my hands when I gently tap the glass to tell them its food time, but outside of that i am simply an interesting thing on the other side of the glass, they don't pay much attention to me if im not actively interacting with the tank(though some species of fish are personable, the ones I have are not) i carefully track the parameters of their water, I clean the filter and trim the plants, I keep an eye on the temperature. If I make a mistake it could hurt them badly. If you want to keep fish you need to be ready to work hard to learn how to keep a tank, and it can be a very rough leaning curve if you have no idea what you're doing at first.

To keep exotics you have to be passionate and you have to care and you ALSO have to know when you can't do something, when you can't give a species the care and respect it deserves, when you can't provide it the environment it needs to flourish. I would love to keep a betta fish, but I have never been able to get one to thrive, so I've decided they're not for me. If I cannot give an animal the utmost standard of care, I won't subject them to a substandard life.

So many people who own exotic pets either treat them like domestic species or just give them substandard care. This is especially prevalent with mammals and birds. They often have far more complex needs and many are not fit to meet them. There are reasons zookeepers do years of training to interact the animals they work with, and they constantly have to learn, research and adapt to new information.

Many current trendy exotic pets do not belong in your house, or your backyard, or your self styled rescue. Many of them shouldn't even be near humans outside of accredited wildlife workers and zoos.

Whenever you see a fancy looking animal like a fox, or a sugar glider, or a possum or an owl and yes parrots too. Ask yourself where did that animal come from, where is it now, are its social needs being met? Is its environmental needs being met? Is its nutrional needs being met? Is it being respected an a unique and complicated creature or is it being treated like someone's human child. Hell half the people who keep cats, dogs, chickens and pigeons can't even look after THEM correctly and those are all animals we've domesticated for thousands of years, what makes you think the person on instagram knows the exact needs of the few generations poached out of the wild Australian mammal theyre keeping for funnies?

#bird chatter #long post #sorry im steamed rn

[thelittlestspider]

[going on a road trip to a honeymoon suite. peter eyes ash's car critically because it's old and beat up and small and he's a little claustrophobic.]

peter: how are we gonna fit in it?

ash: peter...

peter: i'm just saying we're all big people and your car is really small.

ash: i'm sorry my car doesn't meet your high standards, but my old one got totalled in the middle ages. so you get the toyota.

wade: i call front seat!

peter: no you don't! you're the biggest one here.

wade: rock paper scissors you for it.

[they rock paper scissors and wade loses.]

wade: damn it.

peter: you snooze you lose, babe.

[they get in the car.]

peter: what kind of car did you say this was again?

ash: a toyota.

peter: what's the difference between this and other cars?

ash: uh this one was 10k and the others were 20k.

peter: you paid 10k for this? that's sick.

ash: peter...

peter: i'm just saying. i don't know the different breeds of cars or whatever, but this one is like 5k max.

ash: the *breeds* of *cars*? [ash rests his forehead on the steering wheel, and starts to laugh.]

wade: [playing on his phone] baby, i know you're being annoying because you're nervous, but we have to get out of here. stop picking on ol' bluey.

peter: it has a name?

[ash reaches out to cover peter's mouth and peter bites it because it's his metal one.]

#these hungry streets tag

[sidetongue]

goofy little golden boy 

#wouldn't trade him or his elbows for the world #you know i see other goldens #and im like WOW im so glad i have daz #he doesn't meet breed standard at all #hes absolutely tiny for a goldie (22kg) #his coat is short and straight #and he's so agile and active #every other golden ive met has been huge and has bucketloads of coat and curls and frizz and are just so different! #harold #dogs