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kadwrites · 9 months

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summary ; tommy shelby is an unpredictable man.

warnings ; arranged marriage!trope , fem!reader , angst(?) , soft!tommy , asshole!tommy kinda ig ?, mentions of violence ,

a/n ; i've been THINKING OF THIS SCENE FOR SO LONG AND I HOPE I WROTE IT WELL, lmk know what you guys think<333

"i swear to god!" your hands shake as you push the stray strands behind your ear "i swear to god, ya must 'ave a death wish or something"

"love-"

"no!" you scream , you can physically feel your blood boiling "jeremy, you're digging your own fucking grave, tommy knows something is not right"

"i'm not scared of 'im" he scoffed, running a hand through his hair.

it was a beautiful day outside, the sun is out and no cloud in sight. you're both standing outside your house, in the back.

"ya should be" you close your eyes, trying to recompose "who put ya up to this? where is all this fucking love coming from?"

"no one did ! i-" he huffs "i can't lose ya ! not to 'im"

"why do ya care ?" you can't hide the frustration in your voice "is this some sort of game you're playing?"

"because it was supposed to be me! it was supposed to be me you're marrying!"

you stare at him for a long moment, "when did ya start feeling that way? before or after ya fucked your brother's wife?"

"this was in the past!"

"and so are YOU, ya were supposed to stay in my past" you yell back at him "you're no longer a part of my life, so i suggest ya get going"

"you're marrying a monster." he leans down, snarling at you "even i am better than 'im, ya should be thanking me for even wanting to save ya" he steps back, looking you up and down "maybe i should leave ya to get killed by 'im, just like that bartender."

your nostrils flare and you could swear that all you saw was white, your hands fly up and grab him from his shirt collar , pulling him down to face you.

"ya listen to me ya disease riddled rat" you spit at him, "if ya ever come here again, if ya even open that mouth of yours and speak my name or tommy's name again, i will personally slit your throat. it wont be the peaky fucking blinders that will gut ya, it'll be me."

you push him away, and his eyes are wide. he's staring at you as if he's eye to eye with the devil. he snaps out of his terror filled trance , he takes a few steps back before running out of the house.

you walk inside and your hands are still trembling, you close your eyes and rub at your face. all your family gathered around you, and just looking at each other, not knowing what to say.

your arms are crossed as you sat on the sofa, a scene that seems to be repeating itself a lot. tommy is sat on the chair in front of you. the two of you are silent, staring at each other , waiting for the other to break and speak.

"who is he?" his voice breaks the silence, choosing to lose this round.

"a little bit of context would be nice, ya know. every now and then." you tilt your head as you speak,

"the man that left your house running for his life."

"how do ya know about that?" your brows knit together,

"doesn't matter." he shakes his head slightly, he sits with his legs crossed, fingers tapping against the armrest

"it does actually, who told ya?"

he doesn't answer, his blue eyes stare right back at you , as if you already knew the answer.

the dots connect , and your eye brows relax, your eyes widening every so slightly "you're spying on me...."

"i have eyes around here , yes."

"why?" by some miracle, your voice isn't high pitched and loud.

"because i can, and i want to" his voice was just as calm as yours.

"why are ya spying on me , thomas?" you grit your teeth, closing your eyes for a moment to calm down before you pop a vein.

"to make sure you're safe"

you let out a huff of a laugh , your eyes look at anything but him, and you can feel his eyes on you, unmoving.

"safe ? or are ya making sure i'm not getting fucked behind your back?"

"that's not something i'm worried about"

you look back at him, your eye brow raised "then what are ya worried about?"

"because you're now a target." he looks at you, his words are calculated and firm "what did ya think would 'appen if ya married the head of the peaky blinders?"

a moment passed, you're trying to decipher if he's lying to you, if he still doesn't trust you.

"he's an old boyfriend"

"what business does he 'ave around here?"

"he wanted to talk me out of marrying ya." your eyes are studying his face, for any sort of reaction , but there's none.

"and what did ya say to 'im?"

"i'm still wearing your ring , aren't i?"

"do ya still love 'im?"

you lean back on the sofa , your eyes closed as you pinch the bridge of your nose. "no, if i did i wouldn't be sitting here getting interrogated by the man i'm supposed to be spending the rest of my life with"

"why didn't ya tell me about it? when i asked?"

"because i'm not a fucking child , i can take care of my own business." you lose the grip on your emotions, frustration seeps out and laces around your voice

"if it concerns ya, it concerns me as well."

"ya know what?" you stand up "i think we need go stop seeing each other for a while because i can't promise to not slap ya in the face the next time ya speak"

he chuckled and it only served to anger you further, and when you try to storm out , he grabs you.

he could swear that actual daggers were flying out of your eyes, but he was amused nonetheless.

"sit down."

"go fuck yourself."

you pull your arms out of his grasp and walk up the stairs, heading for your room

tommy huffs a laugh, looking around.

you swore you were hallucinating. you put your hair brush down, looking at the window behind you through the mirror , before hearing it again and this time you see it too, it's a rock

your brows furrowed and you get up, walking slowly to the window before another rock hits it again, you look down.

and here he is, your fucking fiancé , in his usual get up but without his jacket , his sleeves are rolled up, throwing rocks at your window.

his blue eyes twinkled , looking up at you, his face lit up when he saw you

your eyes widen and you open your mouth to yell before unlocking the window and opening it

"are ya insane ? 'ave ya lost your fucking mind?" it's a hushed yell, you try to not wake up the whole house.

"happy to see me?" he's smiling

"no , i'm not happy to see ya. what the fuck are ya doing here?" your hands are resting on the window cell

"come down here and i'll tell ya" he throws the few rocks that were in his hand back on the ground , dusting away the dirt off his hand "are ya gonna make me come up there?"

you're staring at him in disbelief,

"well?" he stands with his hands on his hips

you shut the windows closed , and a smile of victory paints over his lips. you put on your cardigan and try to walk down the stairs without stomping your feet in anger.

"tommy what the fuck are ya doing here?"

you truly couldn't understand this man, the moment you thought you did , he does something that takes you back to square one.

you fight back the giddiness and the butterflies in your stomach that go wild when he looks at you, that smile that you've only seen once before , when he proposed makes your chest feel full.

"well?" you repeat his own words , waiting for an explanation

"i do trust ya"

"what?" that throws you off ,again. another way for him to prove that you can never predict him

"i trust ya." he speaks softly, his smile softens and his eyes makes everything seem all too real

"then why are ya spying on me?" you whispered, you couldn't stop yourself from asking him that question.

"i can't afford not to"

"again, context goes a long way , tommy."

"i can't afford to lose ya." he whispered back , his eyes stuck on yours "and if i 'ave to put a man on every fucking corner of this neighborhood to make sure you're safe , then so be it."

you look at him for a moment before looking away , trying to hold back the smile.

"i hate ya." you murmur "i do , i hate ya."

"don't lie to me, it's useless." he leans closer

you look back at him and you're standing nose to nose. his eyes drop to your lips before looking back at yours

"i'm not lying."

he chuckles, leaning closer and pressing his lips to yours and your eyes flutter shut. a hand on your jaw and the other rests on your waist.

it's nothing like the first kiss you two shared , this one is different and you can feel. your body feels like it's alight.

he's almost apologetic, pouring every word , every emotion he couldn't let out into that kiss. your fingers grab onto his waistcoat.

a long moment later, you pull away. but your hands remain in their place

"we've never even been on a date" he speaks against your lips

"that's how arranged marriages usually work."

"would ya like to go on one?" he raises a brow , in an amused expression

you chuckle "sure why not, i'm marrying ya anyway."

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jyoongim · 2 months

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A Deal With God

Alastor x Morningstar!Reader

Themes: fem!reader, Morningstar!reader, Angst, mention of character death, secrets, religious themeAlastor being Alastor, fluff, slight smut, deal-making, soul possession, Lilith a shitty mother/wife/sister, established relationship, difficult family dynamic, there’s a trope in here I just don’t know what to call it?

Chapter 2

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Chapter 1

“You cannot be serious?!” You shouted rushing after your sister. Lilith was packing her things in a suitcase, ignoring you. You just couldn’t believe her.

Had she lost her mind?

Lilith had told you that she was going to leave.

Leave Hell.

“Where will you go? How can you leave your own kingdom?” You asked her as she stood, looking at a family portrait.

It was Lucifer, Her, and Charlie.

You couldn’t understand what would have caused your sister to want to leave home.

She had no where to go

At least if you had a say in it.

You tried to talk some sense into you.

”Sister…this is your home you’re leaving. Your kingdom! You are the Queen of Hell you can’t just up and disappear!”

She sighed, turning to you with a stern look.

”I just need a change of scenery”

You frowned “Blasphemy! What about Lucifer? That man will be torn if you leave and from my knowledge he hasn’t done anything to upset! he loves you Lil”

She took off her wedding ring, placing it on the dresser

”This has nothing to do with me or Lucifer”

She tried to barge past you, but you pushed her back

”If not him or the kingdom then what about your daughter? What about Charlie Lil?!”

She paused. It was just for a second but you saw the uncertainty in her eyes.

”Charlie will be fine. She’s old enough to understand” she barged past you, but you were hot on her tail.

”Just tell me why you’re leaving! At least give me something so i can console your husband and child!” You screamed at her, grabbing her arm and yanking her to look at you.

She growled at you, eyes flashing red and horns extending out her head. “I don’t have to explain anything to you or anyone for that matter! Now let go!” She yanked her arm, but you held fast.

Your emotions getting the better of you and you too, hissed right back at her. “You do when you’re trying to run off in the night with no regard to your duties! Now answer me!”

She sighed, looking away “I’m going back” she whispered.

You blinked. Back? Back where-your eyes widened “No”

you tightened your grip on her arm “no no you can’t! Are you mad?! Why would you go back? After everything that happened?”

She huffed wrenching her arm out of your hold “I am aware and I just have to okay”

You’ve never seen your sister look so…cold.

”Lil…” you started but she cut you off “Promise me”

She grabbed your hand “promise you wont tell anyone! No matter who ask or what happen you wont tell!”

A golden glow emitted from your bounded hands.

”L-Let me go!” You said trying to pull away, but she squeezed your hand, making you wince

“Promise no matter what you see that you’ll tell no one where I am, that goes for Lucifer and Charlie. Do you promise?”

she was shaking.

”Why should i hmmm?” You challenged her.

”It’ll all be yours.” She said. You narrowed your eyes at her.

You know what that meant.

”This Realm. The kingdom. The power. The Crown. Ill give it all to you. Just promise me that you’ll tell no one”

Your sister was holding back tears.

But so were you.

If you did this…

”Please sister”she pleaded,tears sliding down her cheeks.

You sighed “Fine”

You clenched your jaw as the golden glow brighten and felt the burn of your promise seal into your hand.

Lilith hugged you, it would be the last time for some time that you will see your sister.

You watched as she neared the door, gave the palace one last look, gaze lingering on the family portraits, and she smiled

”Take good care of them for me?”

And just like that she was gone.

”You idiot…I would have done that anyway”

And you wept.

Cries carried out into the night along with your burden.

But that was seven years ago…..

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Soooo what do you guys think so far? This might be slow to update as I am still working out the plot but do stay tuned!!!

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rodolfoparras · 7 months

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pleasee make another about old man price oh my days 😮‍💨

Thinking about old man Price (i,ii) | 18+, MDNI

Pairing: John Price x Top Male Reader

Content tags: erectile dysfunction, riding, mirror sex, multiple orgasms, possessiveness, overstimulation, blowjobs, rimming, angry sex, price is a bit obsessed with ur dick?

A/N: I think this is the last part.. for now 🧎🏻‍♂️sending kisses to my old man price lovers

Old man Price who’s almost obsessed with your cock , loves how firm it feels while fully hard, will put it in his mouth just to feel the weight of it on his tongue or jerk you off just to watch it be so sensitive to his touch, loves to watch himself sink down on it by looking into his reflection in mirrors, loves that it feels like he’s been skewed onto it when riding it, who’s obsessed with making you cum with his hand or mouth just to see you rock hard again in a matter of minutes.

Old man Price who’s embarrassed about getting head because why would you want to suck on an old man’s cock ? but you love having him in your mouth, love that you don’t know if he’ll get hard or not, love working for it, love feeling the soft weight resting upon your tongue, love feeling him swell in your mouth, love nosing at the fringe of gray curls, love feeling the warmth engulf your mouth as you suckle on his soft cock

Old man Price who’s so eager to be fucked by you he’ll stay riding you even even though he’s gone soft, who still ends up spurting ropes cum over both your abdomens since he’s so eager for your cock

Old man Price who slowly but surely realizes just how insatiable his young boyfriend is, so much so he wakes up with your head buried between his cheeks and tonguing his hole or making him ride you into the early hours of the morning. The next day he’ll wake up with eye bags under his eyes and grumpily drinking coffee while being teased by the rest of his squad

Old man Price who usually goes soft during sex and gets embarrassed by it, but now gets to be embarrassed over how fast he cums when he’s with you, like he’s young again, and even after he cums you wont let him be, kissing caressing and touching him, until he’s all worked up again, even if it may take a bit longer than what you’re used to

Old man Price who can’t guarantee you he’ll get hard often so of course you take that as a challenge, brushing a hand over his crotch, whispering sweet nothings into his ear just so that your soft breath washes over his skin, poking and prodding just to see what will get him riled up until the poor man is sporting a hard on in the middle of a meeting and squeezing his thighs together in a desperate search for relief

Old man Price who’ll stand in the full length mirror in his room, stark naked with his gaze trailing over his body, looking at every scar every mark every imperfection asking himself how can he be so stupid to think you’d want someone like that but you’d prove to him just how much you want him by spurting ropes of cum over that very same body, adding marks of your own next to the already existing ones, fucking him with his front flushed against the mirror just so that he can see everything you love about him

Old man Price who’ll joke about dying, only to start saying it just to rile you up because every time he jokes about his death you’ll punish him by fucking him into the mattress

Old man Price who gets a confidence boost from dating such a handsome young man like you so much so he starts going all out on your date nights and ends up catching many people’s eyes. Although this sudden wave of attention leaves him flustered and even has him playing into it a bit, at the end of the night you’re the one he’s going home with. Besides he doesn’t mind the little display of possessiveness he’s bound to end up with when you get him in bed.

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mostlysignssomeportents · 1 year

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Kickstarting the Red Team Blues audiobook, which Amazon won't sell (read by Wil Wheaton!)

Red Team Blues is my next novel, a post-cyberpunk anti-finance finance thriller; it’s a major title for my publishers Tor Books and Head of Zeus, and it’s swept the trade press with starred reviews all ‘round. Despite all that, Audible will not sell the audiobook. In fact, Audible won’t sell any of my audiobooks. Instead, I have to independently produce them and sell them through Kickstarter:

https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/doctorow/red-team-blues-another-audiobook-that-amazon-wont-sell

If you’d like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here’s a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/03/21/anti-finance-finance-thriller/#marty-hench

Audible is Amazon’s monopoly audiobook platform. It has a death-grip on the audiobook market, commanding more than 90% of genre audiobook sales, and every single one of those audiobooks is sold with Amazon’s DRM on it. That means that you can’t break up with Amazon without throwing away those audiobooks. Under the 1998 Digital Millennium Copyright Act, I can’t give you a tool to convert my own copyrighted audiobooks to a non-Amazon format. Doing so is a felony carrying a five year prison sentence and a $500,000 fine for an act that in no way infringes anyone’s copyright! Indeed, merely infringing copyright is much less illegal than removing Amazon’s mandatory DRM from my own books!

I’ve got amazing publishers who support my crusade against DRM, but they’re not charities. If they can’t sell my audiobooks on the platform that represents 90% of the market, they’re not going to make audio editions at all. Instead, I make my own audiobooks, using brilliant voice actors like Amber Benson and @neil-gaiman, and I sell them everywhere except Audible.

Doing this isn’t cheap: I’m paying for an incredible studio (Skyboat Media), a world-class director (Gabrielle de Cuir), top-notch sound editing and mastering, and, of course, killer narrators. And while indie audiobook platforms like Libro.fm and downpour.com are amazing, the brutal fees extracted by Apple and Google on app sales means that users have to jump through a thousand hoops to shop with indie stores. Most audiobook listeners don’t even know that these stores exist: if a title isn’t available on Audible, they assume no audiobook exists.

That’s where Kickstarter comes in: twice now, I’ve crowdfunded presales of my audiobooks through KS, and these campaigns were astoundingly successful, smashing records and selling thousands of audiobooks. These campaigns didn’t just pay my bills (especially during lockdown, when our household income plunged), but they also showed other authors that it was possible to evade Amazon’s monopoly chokepoint and sell books that aren’t sticky-traps for Audible’s walled garden/prison:

https://www.publishersweekly.com/pw/by-topic/columns-and-blogs/cory-doctorow/article/90282-we-wrote-a-book-about-why-audible-won-t-sell-our-book-and-snuck-it-onto-audible.html

And today, I’m launching the Kickstarter for Red Team Blues, and even by the standards of my previous efforts, I think this one’s gonna be incredible.

https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/doctorow/red-team-blues-another-audiobook-that-amazon-wont-sell

For starters, there’s the narrator: @wilwheaton, whose work on my previous books is outstanding, hands-down my favorite (don’t tell my other narrators! They’re great too!):

https://wilwheaton.net/

Beyond Wil’s narration, there’s the subject matter. The hero of Red Team Blues is a hard-charging forensic accountant who’s untangled every Silicon Valley finance scam since he fell in love with spreadsheets as as a MIT freshman, dropped out, got his CPA ticket, and moved west. Now, at the age of 67, Marty Hench is ready to retire, but a dear old friend — a legendary cryptographer — drags him back for one last job — locating the stolen keys to the backdoor he foolishly hid in a cryptocurrency that’s worth more than a billion dollars.

That’s the starting gun for a “grabby next-Tuesday thriller” that sees Marty in between three-letter agencies and international crime syndicates, all of whom view digital technology as a carrier medium for scams, violence and predation. Marty’s final adventure involves dodgy banks, crooked crypto, and complicit officials in a fallen paradise where computers’ libertory promise has been sucked dry by billionaire vampires.

It’s a pretty contemporary story, in other words.

I wrote this one before SVB, before Sam Bankman0Fried and FTX — just like I wrote Little Brother before Snowden’s revelations. It’s not that I’m prescient — fortune-telling is a fatalist’s delusion — it’s that these phenomena are just the most spectacular, most recent examples in a long string of ghastly and increasingly dire scandals.

Red Team Blues blasted out of my fingertips in six weeks flat, during lockdown, when technology was simultaneously a lifeline, connecting us to one another during our enforced isolation; and a tool of predatory control, as bossware turned our “work from home” into “live at work.”

The last time I wrote a book that quickly, it was Little Brother, and, as with Little Brother, Red Team Blues is a way of working out my own anxieties and hopes for technology on the page, in story.

These books tap into a nerve. I knew I had something special in my hands when, the night after I finished the first draft, I rolled over at 2AM to find my wife sitting up in bed, reading.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“I had to find out how it ended,” she answered.

The next day, my editor sent me a four-line email:

That. Was. A! Fucking! Ride! Whoa!

Within a week, he’d bought Red Team Blues…and two sequels. I finished writing the second of these on Monday, and all three are coming out in the next 22 months. It’s gonna be a wild ride.

Kickstarter backers can get the usual goodies: DRM-free audiobooks and ebooks, hardcovers (including signed and personalized copies), and three very special, very limited-run goodies.

First, there’s naming rights for characters in the sequels — I’m selling three of these; they’re a form of cheap (or at least, reasonably priced) literary immortality for you or a loved one. The sequels are a lot of fun — they go in reverse chronology, and the next one is The Bezzle, out in Feb 2024, a book about prison-tech scams, crooked LA County Sheriff’s Deputy gangs, and real-estate scumbags turned techbros.

The third book is Picks and Shovels (Jan 2025), and it’s Marty’s first adventure after he comes west to San Francisco and ends up working for the bad guys, an affinity scam PC company called “Three Wise Men” that’s run by a Mormon bishop, a Catholic priest and an orthodox rabbi who fleece their faithful with proprietary, underpowered computers and peripherals, and front for some very bad, very violent money-men.

Next, there’s three Marty Hench short story commissions: the Hench stories are machines for turning opaque finance scams into technothrillers. While finance bros use MEGO (“my eyes glaze over”) as a weapon to bore their marks into submission, I use the same performative complexity as the engines of taut detective stories. Commissioning a Hench story lets you turn your favorite MEGO scam into a science fiction story, which I’ll then shop to fiction websites (every story I’ve written for the past 20 years has sold, though in the event that one of these doesn’t, I’ll put it up under a CC license).

Finally, there’s a super-ultra-limited deluxe hardcover edition — and I do mean limited, just four copies! These leather-bound editions have Will Staehle’s fantastic graphic motif embossed in their covers, and the type design legend John D Berry is laying out the pages so that there’s space for a hidden cavity. Nestled in that cavity is a hand-bound early draft edition of The Bezzle, the sequel to Red Team Blues. The binding is being done by the fantastic book-artist John DeMerritt. Each copy’s endpapers will feature a custom cryptographic puzzle created especially for it by the cryptographer Bruce Schneier.

I often hear from readers who want to thank me for the work I do, from the free podcast I’ve put out since 2006 to the free, CC BY columns I’ve written for Pluralistic for the past three years. There is no better way to thank me than to back this Kickstarter and encourage your friends to do the same:

https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/doctorow/red-team-blues-another-audiobook-that-amazon-wont-sell

Preselling a ton of audiobooks, ebooks, and print books is a huge boost to the book on its launch — incomparable, really. Invaluable.

What’s more, helping me find a viable way to produce popular, widely heard audiobooks without submitting to Amazon’s DRM lock-in sets an example for other creators and publishers: we have a hell of a collective action problem to solve, but if we could coordinate a response to Audible demanding the right to decide whether our work should have their DRM, it would force Audible to treat all of us — creators, publishers and listeners — more fairly.

I’ll be heading out on tour to the US, Canada, the UK and Germany once the book is out. I’m really looking forward to as many backers in person as I can! Thank you for your support over these many long years — and for your support on this Kickstarter.

Today (Mar 22), I’m doing a remote talk for the Institute for the Future’s “Changing the Register” series.

[Image ID: A graphic showing a phone playing the Red Team Blues audiobok, along with a quote from Booklist, 'Jam-packed with cutting-edge ideas about cybersecurity and crypto. Another winner from an sf wizard.']

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world-of-aus · 2 months

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AHEM. GOOD EVENING! I hope you're alive because I'm not 🤤

I am not okay, but I was inspired...

Worth Every Penny

Pairing: Mob!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: HEA. Pinch of Insecurities, Fluff, a doting and loving Bucky Barnes.

You can feel his eyes on you as you adjust the lone button beneath his bowtie, your fingers smoothing over the fabric as you list the details of tonight's charity auction.

“You’ll be called on after Steve, and please for the love of God don’t forget to smile.” you say as your eyes meet his. There’s a grin on his pink lips, “like that,” you point tapping the stubble skin of his cheek. His hand wraps around your wrist keeping you there, “as long as you promise to raise your number tonight, I’ll smile all you want me too.”

You only half roll your eyes, pushing your tongue against your cheek to keep your own smile in check, “I will not be responsible for your father’s death James.” He laughs, hand finding your waist, fingers curling to pull you flush against his chest, “good thing you’ll be with Ma, you can wave that number of yours as much as you want, put it on my card even sweetheart.”

“James.”

The hand that held your wrist finds your cheek, his touch comforting as he searches your gaze, “sweetheart if I cared what my father thought I’d be his next in line, but I’m not, I’m running my own show, the way my father should have – and you and everyone else that matters knows that. So wave your number if you want to – or don’t because at the end of the night I’m coming home to you regardless of what anyone thinks, says, or does.”

“B,” you murmur and he can’t help but to chuckle because he knows he’s got you now. He feels you melt into him, “stop thinking, can see those gears running, don’t care what anyone has to say tonight, just care about you.”

He makes it so easy for you to forget the whole world, forget the two very ‘different’ worlds you came from, the ones certain individuals just loved to make so painfully obvious to you – to him. And between your internal scolding and Bucky’s constant reassurance you knew you shouldn’t care, nobody else mattered except the man that held you in his arms but you couldn’t help it, their whispered words stung. They all only saw you as the successful mob bosses secretary. To many like him you weren’t his equal, weren’t worthy of his time except for making sure to keep track of his time.

A knock on his office door pulls the two of your from the intimate moment, the two of you stepping away from one another. Sam’s voice calls for the two of you, “it’s time, we’ve got to head out now.” You smoothed him over one more time, Sam pushing the door open further, “remember,” you say running a hand over his cheek “smile.”

Sam calls for you one more time now fully waiting for you by the open doorway arm waiting for yours. You turn to move over to him but Bucky’s hand stops you, “Ill always choose you, remember that.” You give him a smile, one the two of you know doesn’t quite reach your eyes. Bucky wont let you leave like that so he pulls you to him, his lips finding yours in an unexpected but reassuring kiss.

He only hands you over to Sam when he knows he’s kissed you breathless, “Take care of her Sam,” he tells his best friend and right-hand. Sam nods looping your arm with his, “you know I will, cars out front, your ma and sister are waiting.”

The two of you follow your boss, out of his office making sure he makes it out to the car, Winnie rolling the window down to coo over you, “you looks absolutely stunning in that dress!” “we’ll save you and Sam a seat,” Rebecca calls from next to her mom.

Before he enters the car with his mom and sister Bucky turns to the two of you, “when you get there, the four of you stay together,” he turns to Sam, “don’t let either of them out of your sight.”

“I’ve got it handled man, get out of here before you get there late and your dad blows a damn fuse.” You and Sam watch him get into the car, watching it pull out of the driveway shortly after before moving to your own vehicle.

“You know George will blow a fuse tonight either way right?” you laugh as you buckle yourself in. Sam laughs as he puts the car into drive, “Seeing Bucky alone will have him popping a blood vessel, that man can’t stand to see his son succeed.”

The gala is in full swing by the time you and Sam arrive, several well-known notorious families all coming together for one big event that benefits all. You recognize several faces that have come through Bucky's office as you walk arm in arm with Sam through the ballroom to where the tables are pressed along the corners.

You greet the familiar faces kindly as you pass through the tables where Winnie and Becca wait for you, Winnie’s hand flagging the two of you down, your name being called through the air. Bucky’s mother makes niceties for the other watchful eyes in the room, encouraging you to join them, of course you and Sam can’t pass the offer up – it wouldn’t look right in the eyes of the other families watching on, you thank her sweetly as you take your seat, Sam taking the one next to you.

You can feel his eyes on you as you talk with his mother, he's sitting a table away with his father. George Barnes had saw to it that his son’s seat was assigned at his table, ‘there is business to attend to, new heads for you to meet that have been placed at my table it’ll be good for you to build your name.’ had been his excuse. Though you know that hadn’t been the case if the brunette-haired woman sitting next to him, leaning much to closely for your liking had been any indication. George Barnes had been trying to set Bucky up with Dot since you started on as his son’s secretary. Bucky had no interest then, and he had no interest now, his eyes always looking your way, to be fair you tried to keep it to a minimum how often you glanced his way.

“You should raise your number tonight when he goes up dear.” Your eyes find Winnie’s and there's a warm smile waiting on her lips, “I know that’s what my son would want, and I know that's what you want as well.” Your eyes find her hand that's still placed warmly over yours, “I know Ma, but I don’t want to cause him any trouble – not tonight - and knowing your ex-husband there will be hell to be had if I so much as raise a hand when your son’s name is announced.” Winnie scoffs, “that man has raised hell every day since Bucky chose to build his own name, a name not tarnished by his father, George isn’t used to not getting his way, he’s used to glaring people down and getting what he wants, when in all reality it was his son that was getting him what he wanted and now that he doesn't have that, well he’s not used to losing so he brings down people to get what he wants. And you my dear are unfortunately his biggest target because he’s seen how much Bucky cares for you, how much he loves you.”

Your eyes flicker to hers drawing a laugh from woman you’ve come to love as your own over the years you’ve worked alongside Bucky. “Don’t tell me you don’t see it y/n, my boy is as smitten as ever, can hardly get him to come see me on his own anymore.”

“That’s where I come in.’ Becca laughs from beside her mom, “and even then he has to make it a whole day for us girls just to make sure he’s close by – can’t risk anything happening to my girls.” Rebecca says doing her best impersonation of her brother.

You laugh then recalling all the Sunday afternoons that turned into family outings because ‘why not? I love keeping my girls happy, and you never know Becs mom might want a new set of nails after breakfast.’ Winnie never did need a fresh set, but the Barnes women always indulged Bucky in his Sunday breakfast with his ma turned family outings if only to keep him happy, because he deserved it.

“He really does love you,” Sam chimes in from next to you, his shoulder bumping yours softly, “though to be fair he was smitten the day you scolded his father in front of his men.”

“I swear that’s the day I made an enemy of that man,” you chuckle your eyes moving towards the table where George Barnes sat. You find awaiting eyes and a kind smile from the man that holds your heart, you return his smile, “that was also the start of the rest of your life, Bucky’s offered you more than George ever could, and in turn you’ve given my son the means to be who he is now.”

Your laugh is watery as you fan at your eyes, Winnie cooing over you as she pulls you into her side pressing her lips to the side of your head. Rebecca eventually squeezes in Sam throwing his arm the best he can over the three of you. Before you arrived you might have though twice about using the black card nestled in your clutch but now, now you’d do it proudly. A table over Bucky can’t help but to worry as his family circles you, your watery laugh meeting his ears as you assure the table your fine, he has half a mind to leave the table and get to you but then they’re announcing all candidates with their secretaries to the stage.

Bucky stands watching his mother smoothe you over, he meets you halfway not taking you in his arm right away to search your face. He cups your cheek, the moment intimate eyes surely on the two of you, “are you okay?”

You smile squeezing the hand that rests on your cheek, “perfect B, come on let’s get you to the stage.”

He gives you his arm, guiding you through the tables towards the back of the stage, the announcer is talking about the purpose of tonight’s event while the heads of the houses stand in a bunch awaiting their names to be called. Bucky guides you to his friends, Steve’s the first to greet you, Natasha following as she squeezes you in a warm embrace. Then comes stark with Pepper, Odison with Jane, and lastly the newest name vision and Wanda. This was the family Bucky had created after stepping down from his father, and he had you to thank for it, Steve had been the first to rally at his side, but the others came because of you, because of the relationships you helped him build.

The girls are cleaning up their men as they straighten them out, you turn to your favorite brunette smiling as you squeeze his shoulders. “You keep smiling like that for me, and I’ll smile up on that stage for you.” You laugh, “careful B, don’t want to make it too hard for us to outbid.”

“Ma did say I was worth every penny.”

You shake your head at him, fingers running over the lapel of his suit, “you really are B.”

His lips part to speak but the announcer has begun to call names, “remember sweetheart I’m still yours at the end of the night.”

“I know B.”

You let him go moving over to the ladies before you all exit from behind the stage, each of you going back to your respective tables to watch the auction. Vision is the first to be called on stage and his bids alone start off the auction strong. You’re not surprised when Wandas card fly's up, determination set as she outbids every woman who even try's. She closes the bidding for a whopping 10,000, no one ever stood a chance.

And so, it goes with Odison going on next, Tony following both men closing 5,000 above visions, their secretaries waving at their recognition. The nerves begin to flare when Steve is called upon, your table at the ready with your numbers, Natasha meets your eyes from three tables down, smirk on her face. Steve’s bids started strong with 1,000 being called by Natasha other women chirping in throughout the room, with your table occasionally bouncing in. You begin to sweat when he passes 15,000 the numbers slowly climbing up. Sam closes the bidding with 20,000 you barely stifle your laugh at the wink Steve sends him.

Bucky’s name is called next, his presence taking over the stage your breath catching in your throat, his eyes scan the entire room but ultimately land on you. Winnie starts the bidding at 3,000 “nobody's taking my boy on a date.” It makes you laugh when Rebecca follows, tacking on another 1,000, Sam taking it up another 2,000 shortly after. Steve’s voice sounds in the room bringing his count up to 7,000. His bid continues to climb the women chirping in outbidded by the ones he loves most. Bucky’s inching on Steve when from the table right next to you Dolores raises her number, 25,000. George finds your eyes, smirk on is devious features, you look away.

The announcer begins to call out ‘going once twi -”

Your number goes up, ‘55,000’ you call, the room gasps Winnie laughing next you, squeezing you as she huddles close. The announcer doesn't think twice as he closes the bid for ‘55,000 to the highest bidder of the night, congratulations.’

Bucky’s grinning at you with love in his eyes as the announcer calls all winners to come backstage to meet and finalize a date. Aside from Sam who takes Natashas spot though she still follows the two of you, most of the secretaries are making their way behind the stage again. There is laughter in the air as Steve and Sam make dramatics of embracing each other intimately though you only have eyes for one person behind that stage.

He closes the distance between the two of you, cradling your face in warm hands, “55,000, sweetheart,” he breathes, “my cheeks were already hurting just looking at you.”

You pull him closer, “I did say you were worth every penny,” you grinned melting into his embrace as he captures your lips in a sweet kiss.

He was worth every penny and more.

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes au

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dreamauri · 5 months

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┇𝗪𝗘'𝗟𝗟 𝗠𝗘𝗘𝗧 𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗜𝗡 - part one ┇୧ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ :🪴: ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ୨୧ ╮ ┇when the love of your life gets hurt and he for ┇some reason still wont leave you, even in death. ┇︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦˚₊ ┇ . 🌿 :: pairing — ( max vertsappen x fem! reader ) ┇ . 🫧 :: ⁠genre — ( angst ) ┇ . 🌿 :: ⁠song — ( link ) ┇ . 🫧 :: ⁠word count — ( 1, 422 ) ╰ 🌿 :: ⁠ content warning — ( X )

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The drip from the showerhead was becoming annoying as you sat in the steamy shower. You didn’t want to get off the counter. With a towel wrapped around your body, you stared at the tiles on the wall, your hair sticking to your scalp and neck. You didn’t want to move, but that constant tip tip tip was becoming very enraging.

In the heat of anger you stormed out of the warmth of the washroom into your room, pulling pyjamas out of your closet so you can find warmth and solace under your bed’s covering instead. Your emotions were getting the best of you, clawing and scratching at your skin as you dried your body aggressively.

The frown stuck on your face as you pulled the shirt over your head. You turned to get a headstart in warming up your bed while you dressed yourself, when you met the dutch blue eyes.

You and Max stared at each other with wide eyes like deers caught in headlights. This was the last thing you expected. Max in your messy room and apartment? Not even on your list for depression Tuesday. In fact, you expected almost everyone you know to stop by for a visit, minus Max Verstappen. Max Verstappen wasn’t even supposed to be here? How’d he get in?

“Y/N-” “FUCKIN HELL!” You screamed, taking a step back only to stumble on your own footing, falling back on your ass. “I just saw you at the hospital!” You pointed at Max accusingly, disbelief in your eyes.

But he wasn’t looking at your eyes, his eyes trailed down accidentally, meeting your bare body. “Max!” You shouted in embarrassment, struggling to pull your shirt over your head. His eyes snapped up to meet yours with a nervous blush.

“I’m sorry.” His accent flowed through as he started to panic looking around before finally deciding to turn around and face the other way. You could feel the embarrassment radiate off him as you dressed quickly. Your brain was working 10, 000 rpm you thought you were going to explode.

You hesitantly took a step towards him, reaching to turn him around. You were so confused about what he was wearing? How did he get up and come here? What was going on? What was going on?! “Explain-” You needed answers, but apparently, you just answered them. You gasped in a breath as your hand went straight through his shoulder.

You were going to pass out. You were definitely going to pass out, you thought as you looked down at your hand fearfully. Now the puzzle pieces were complete. Now you knew this wasn’t just a cruel joke. Max really was brain dead. His body back in the hospital was real.

“Oh my god.” This max in your room was also having his own panic attack as he felt his chest heave and look at you in panic. You couldn’t help but look at the shorter ( and now that you’re looking at him you realise that he’s also younger ) Max in pity and sadness.

“Why are you crying? I’m crying.” Max pointed at you angrily, trying to hold his tears in as you messily wiped your own. “Sorry, sorry. Just a lot going on.” You dismissed it with a deep breath, sitting on your bead with your head in your hands. The panic and confusion faded, and you were once again left in a pit of darkness. “Can’t be more than what I’m going through! Your hand literally just went through me!”

“What’s the date?” “What?” He scrunched your face at you confused, confusion and distaste on his face. “Your hand went through me, a human who’s supposed to be opaque. The date doesn't matter right now-” “What’s the date, max?” You asked again sternly and he replied this time. “May fifteen.” Wrong you thought. “And the year?” He frowned deeply at you, with a scoff. “What are you stupid? It’s 2016.” He answered like it was the simplest question in history. That date was history.

You examined the race suit he was wearing. Confetti was stuck to it with the red bull logo and colours to match the livery. 2016, you noted. Looking up at him in his face. Younger, way younger than the verstappen laying in the hospital.

Your mom always talked about paranormal happenings like this. Maybe you should've listened to the crazy lady.

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You were literally dealing with a fresh 18-year-old first time grand prix winner. You sighed deeply taking the food delivery that was left at your door. You sat at the dining room table, unpacking the soul food. The only sound that was going through the entire apartment was the wrapper as you walked through the apartment. “Can you please just leave me alone and stop staring at my nightstand? Go to the light, Max. Please leave.”

“I’M NOT DEAD!” was the response that came from him. He was sitting on the floor, leaning on the nightstand, banging his head back against it. “Okay! Then be . . . not dead somewhere else.” “I’M NOT DEAD! STOP SAYING THAT!” “I didn’t say anything! Chill.” You grumbled as you sat on your bed throwing the box of the mozzarella sticks away, eating the last one.

“What are you eating?” The blond glared at you, looking disgustingly at the fried cheese in your hand. “It’s called freedom of diet. I’m not a f1 driver, I don't need to watch-” “I’m still in Formula One?!” You had to crawl back because he literally pounced on you with disbelief in his eyes. “Two time world champion.” You replied warily. “Well- technically three now.” You sighed deeply.

Max settled down on the bed beside you, looking down at his lap in thought. “Three time world champion.” He repeated slowly. “I- wow.” You understand how overwhelming this must feel. Last he remembers is kissing you after winning his first GP and now he’s won multiple across the years enough to make him the best, three times!

“I understand how you feel.” You sighed deeply after a few seconds of silence. “I missed out on a lot.” he grumbled and you nodded, not baring to look in his eyes. “What about us?” You looked at him as he asked hesitantly, scratching the back of his neck. “We kissed, after the podium.” “Yeah we did.” You confirmed remembering the moment clearly.

“What . . . happened to us?” “What do you mean?” “Well, you’ve been a big part of my life since my parent’s divorce . . . did you become an,” he took in a shaky breath, “did you become an emportanter part of my life?” A soft smile spreads on your face as you listen to his question. “It’s ‘more important’.” You corrected softly, gently brushing the back of your hand over his cheek, not touching though because he probably wouldn't feel comforted by your fingers going through his face. “Just answer the question.” He pleaded quietly, closing his eyes. He could almost feel your touch. Andhe wanted to. Max desperately wanted to feel your fingers on his skin. He wanted to hug you and lay in your arms. He wanted to kiss you, again. You are so grown up now. Mature. He can't deny it made you look even more attractive.

“Yeah.” You whispered nodding. Your eyes couldn’t help but look at the night stand, heart pumping with guilt. Maybe this could be a chance to fix things, if things can be fixed at all.

You hesitantly reached over to the drawer, pulling it open and pulling out a golden band with a beautiful diamond ring. “I um . . .” You looked at it gulping, a shaky breath leaving your lungs. “I took it off to shower.” Pain bled through your heart as you placed the ring on the correct finger.

You brushed your hair behind your ear, looking at Max with a shy yet tiny smile. “Is that- are we-” He was too shocked and speechless to form words as he gently traced the air above your ring finger. “Y-yeah.” Your smile widened as you saw tears well up in his eyes. “Why are you crying?” You chuckled, tilting your head.

“I-i honestly thought you were going to marry Daniel.” You burst out laughing, covering your face at the thought. “Me? And daniel? He’s like 8 years older than us.” You assured him. “Besides, I’m your best friend through hell and back, Maxie. Wouldn’t dream of living with anyone else-” “I love you.” “Ok ok, don't cry.” “Y/N, I’m a ghost. Let me cry!”

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yanderehsr · 6 months

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Hey, Doc. I hope you okay. Sorry if my english is bad, 'cuz it's not my native language and I'm trying not to use a translator. But, can I request Blade, Jing Yuan, and Luocha with reader who dies in their arm because protecting them from enemies? I mean, I'm curious about their reaction.

Nah, your english is fine, but maybe I'm not the best person to judge that, english aint my native language either😅

Hope you'll enjoy😄

Trigger Warning: Yandere, Obsessive behaviour, Possessive behaviour, ANGST

Blade: Everything goes quiet, he doesn't hear or see anything but your fresh corpse in his arms, why did you have to protect him, he didn't need protection, he can't die either way, he doesn't even notice himself being stabbed over and over again by the enemy, it doesn't even register in his mind.

Blade goes berserk on your killer, you wont even be able to identify them after he is done with them, he will become a hollow shell of his former self, attacking recklessly and without care, it's like he is chasing his own death, to be reunited with you in the afterlife, but his death never comes.

"WHY... Why can't I just die already... I miss you so much"

Jing Yuan: It was just a careless mistake on his part, turning his back to the enemy, but it cost him a life, not his but yours. He sees you drop to the ground, he doesn't know how to react, his love, his precious light just got snuffed out.

Jing Yuan blames himself, he should've been stronger, he should've protected you better, but he knows that everything is too late now, he was too weak to protect you, if he had just been better you would be in his arms now laughing and smiling... And just like that he fell down and became mara-struck as so many had before him.

"I'm sorry, I was too weak... I love you so much, I hope we can be reunited one day"

Luocha: His reaction is hate, not towards you, never towards you, but towards the cycle of death and life and the one who killed you. He doesn't care what he has to do, no matter who he has to kill, he will get you back, you are his and not even death will keep him away.

It may take years, even decades for Luocha to revive you, to see life in your eyes yet again, but he never gives up, and when you finally wake up again he is overjoyed, he will make sure you are protected this time, he will keep quiet about the thousands of deaths needed to ressurect you tho, no need to talk about useless stuff like that.

"I have waited so long for you to come back and now that you are I don't know what to say... welcome back, love"

#yandere #yandere honkai star rail #yandere hsr #yandere male #yandere blade #yandere blade x reader #yandere jing yuan #yandere jing yuan x reader #yandere luocha #yandere luocha x reader

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horang-07 · 6 months

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i am about to ramble like a crazy person abt the fnaf movie so scroll if u don’t like spoilers

was not expecting all the love on my last post so i will keep posting thoughts abt the movie

another thing that rlly interested me in the movie was the focus on images, how humans process things through what we see rather than context, and how this sets up the fnaf movie trilogy to focus on fnaf 4 in the next movies.

the most obvious example is abby, we’re explicitly told that children communicate and understand things through pictures, which mike sorta shrugs off until he starts seeing the bigger picture. this then applies to the animatronics when he learns that they are also children and incredibly influenced by the drawings in their environment. the restaurant in the movie is very much a living thing of its own, the way it thrums to life when abby enters, and the animatronics know the truth of the drawing the second it is pinned up, and the animatronics are an extension of that.

a less obvious example is mike. even though he shrugs off abby’s teacher, and the point she makes about him being at the centre of all her pictures, he is much the same. it isn’t just children who are influenced by images. he has been returning to the same image every night for we don’t even know how long, the same picture of the nebraskan trees, the same perfect family picture he describes to vanessa, the same image of his brother looking at him out of the car window. everything he does is a result of this image. he is wholly consumed by it, believes he can somehow change the picture and see the truth beneath it if he just tries hard enough.

the ghost children, specifically golden freddy, change the image for him in an attempt to placate him into giving them abby, but no matter if he dreams of a happy family, it wont change the truth of what happened. just like how pasting a picture of five children happily holding hands with a golden bunny won’t change the truth underneath. images are fallible, they don’t tell the truth and we cannot trust our brains.

firstly i think this is a really fun direction to take in context to how the movie humanises the animatronics. fnaf 1 is a game made entirely of scary, still images of the animatronics, save for the jumpscares and foxy’s run. the lore is sparse and entirely given through exposition (if i hear one more person complain abt vanny only being there for exposition and not phone guy’s two minute loredump at the start of every night in the game i will lose it), and we know nothing other than that our death is imminent.

but the truth is that these animatronics are kids. they’re scared and lost and confused and cannot understand what has happened. underneath bonnie in the west hallway camera and freddy staring at you from the showtime room are terrified kids doing what they feel they have to. the movie was incredibly dedicated to showing that these kids still want to build pillow forts and sing to music and tickle their friends and be a family and i think it was a great choice.

i think all this focus on images is definitely a perfect lead into fnaf 4 (im not 100% on my book lore but i believe there are three books that cover fnaf 1, fnaf 4 and then sister location??) especially with the recent lore update that all of fnaf 4 is hallucinations. we don’t need a lore explanation of how the nightmares could be real because… they aren’t. following the game timeline, fnaf 4 would have already happened by now but we could easily see a return to it through mike, especially if the schmidt-emily or schmidt-afton theories are true and mike could have been the child in fnaf 4 but surpressed his memories. firstly we have a protagonist who is already on sleeping medication and has dreams that can be easily manipulated. this is a perfect setup for the nightmare animatronics to start making themselves known.

i also think that fnaf 1 was intentionally visually tame. the themes of the movie are actually very dark, they don’t shy away from the truth of the bodies being hidden in the suits, the animatronics Very Brutally kill the burglars, max is literally bitten in half and her body is hidden away, but the on-screen gore keeps it pg. this 100% allows them to experiment further with the levels of gore, tension and violence if they do fnaf 4, because quite frankly some of the nightmares are horrifying.

TLDR this movie sets up a million directions and theories that the next one could go in, and theres nothing the fnaf fandom loves more than vague lore and theory crafting

vanny post next bc i have Thoughts

#eden rambles #fnaf spoilers #fnaf #fnaf movie #mike schmidt #william afton #five nights at freddy's #vanessa afton #fnaf 4 #fnaf theory

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splatattackz · 6 months

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and, springing off of my last post, heres a greater post talking about ramon and his relation with lying and secret-keeping - because, in my opinion, its a topic that needs to be known to better understand his character as secrets are a big part of his family.

ill place the talk under the cut so this post doesnt take too much space :)

"just [to] let u know, i trust u even in the dark"

ramon trusts fit. a ton. and theres nothing that could ever change that. he trusts what is kept secret is best kept this way. its why he wasnt as persistent to know about the contract, even if he knew there was lies and secrets at play that he hated. he trusted him. and that trust only grew when fit trusted him enough back to tell him a little bit of the family secret (the contract).

but, despite this trust, ramon also loves fit all too much. its why he gets so defensive when fit tells lies to him. ramon is a very observant boy. he knows a lot of things he shouldnt because of this. as fit once said, "the kids too damn smart for his own good". no lie leaves his detection because he can always tell the way people shift and change when theyre fibbing. but he doesnt push or prod on the matter usually. unless its fit. because he loves him too much. he needs to know whats going on with him. if he doesnt know, how can he help and protect him? its a reason he hates it when fit mutes, too. he always feels like fits keeping a secret from him when it happens.

i remember one time they were working on ground zero (i think it was the last time they worked on ground zero) and fit was fretting over his contract and ramon made a joke about how he acted like he would die if he didnt fullfill the contract. and fit laughed and said "no, ramon, i wont die." and then muted and said smth like "itll be much worse than death". and ramon noticed fit muted and got very upset. he basically threw a tantrum over it and wouldnt talk to fit until he told him what he was keeping secret. ramon said he was upset because the topic at hand (fit dying) and the fact he muted didn't spell anything good.

"if u tell me i [either] [lose] everything or u, i would choose [to keep] u"

something ramon said to show how much he cared for fit and how that care is why he was so upset. eventually fit did tell him and even told him more about what it meant if he didnt fullfill the contract - that if he failed, he would be trapped in the wastelands forever with no escape. and that this contract was his only chance at a semi-normal life.

but otherwise, ramons relation to lies and secret-keeping isnt negative. he has told lies and has kept secrets himself. hes no stranger to it. and he even keeps fit in check about the contract when he wants to tell other people things. i remember when fit found tazercraft in the prison he wanted to tell phil but ramon stopped him and told him some things are best kept secret. and, while this was mainly a very hrp response bc the admin wanted to let the duo solve the puzzles, he made a good point of if he trusts phil enough with this maybe he should tell him about the contract too. to which fit said "no, hes not ready to know about it yet". and, again, when ramon first built the satellite for the second attempt at contact, fit wanted to tell phil where he would be in case anything happened. and, again, ramon stopped him and reminded him if he wanted to do that then he'd have to tell phil everything. and the convo ended there.

(its no coincidence that fit told phil about the secret bedroom with ramon not around :] the baby boy cant keep him in check with that stuff now..)

ill stop the post here before we are here for hours but. i needed to talk about one of ramons most interesting aspects ajaja i hope you enjoyed the little ramble

#aaaa this post is so long #and nonsensical #sorry!!!#im just #very normal about this egg okay #i need him back NOW #before i sob and cry #qsmp #qsmp ramon #character analysis #<- ig!#qsmpattackz #splatattackz

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writingforatwistedworld · 1 year

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So you know in the Halloween event how the magicam monsters keep breaking in to ramshackle how would Malleus, Sebek, and Lilia handle them disrespecting god in the self aware au and invading their privacy and stealing things?

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, religion, blood, death, murder, possessiveness, obsession, stalking

Malleus Draconia/Lilia Vanrouge/Sebek Zigvolt-Visitors breaking into Ramshackle

So they have choosen death. Interesting

We already know how he reacted when someone broke in when it was just Yuu living there but now imagine the whole thing in self-aware….

Mhm the world shall burn

But how did things even come this far

So here you were, for some reason living in a almost collapsing building (Crowley must have had a death wish), and he decides to bring the festival to you

And people finding out that not only ghosts are there but also the Overseer? Have fun guarding your stuff

The first day everything was a mess

People were going into your home and thank goodness that Crowley was kind enough to give you the keys to your room

But there was still stuff outside your room and guess what, that was gone

I mean, who wouldn’t want something so fine like a blanket of the Overseer?

When Malleus found out the first day had already passed

That doesn’t mean that the people on the second day were any safer

The anger he couldn’t release the day before got thrown onto these poor souls

No one was even allowed to come close to Ramshackle and if they did?

Fried chicken my friend. Fried chicken.

But hey! This shows how much they adore you and a few… incidents wont be too bad if it means making sure that you and everything you own is safe, right? Also, you can roast marshmallows on the fire that is consuming the world. Yay!

Now Lilia might not be as powerful as a certain individual whom I totally haven’t mentioned in this post but he has his means

I mean, tose years of making others a head shorter are great practice for what is about to come

Lilia is very religous

In fact, he is so deep into it that he might have done things in his delusions that others of it wouldn’t have done

But here we are, your stuff gone

Lilia, why is that red paint on your clothing? You are not in Pomefiore so… oh… ok

When Lilia prayed to you in those huge churches in the Valley of Thorns he witnessed sometimes how someone would try to nab one of the offerings presented to you

You may let your mind run loose what he did to them

And now someone dares to steal from you

Oh dear, they won’t be seeing their loved ones ever again

The Fae is not afraid to use violence to get what he wants and now he wants them to be miserable

Once he has taken care of the ones who stole from you you will net be able to get rid of him

After all, who can say that you don’t get robbed again?

So even after the celebration he is still standing there, guarding you and your stuff

And when you leave? Silver is taking over the spot and that one bush seems to follow you

They dared to take from you before so how can he know that they won’t try to harm you the next time?

My poor ears

But we had everything until now, the end of the world, your own personal guard in a suspiciously red suit so how much worse can it get?

To our suprise, it really can’t so yay?

Sebek is not powerfull nor violent enoough to cause the damage the other Fae did

That does not mean that those meneances are spared though

So here you are, Sebek holding your hand whilst the ones who dared to take from you are… lying there as proof of his devotion

If this would be an anime they would be pixilated for obvious reasons

But what did we expect? He was raised by one of the bigges religious fanatict in the Valley of Thorns so this shouldn’t be a suprise

There is a way to stop him though

Tell him that you need him to be by your side so that you aren’t too sad

Tell him that his presence is like light in the dark

This may spare a few visitors but you are paying a great price

Have I ever mentioned that Faes can be quite possessive with the ones they adore

The only ones safe from him would be his beloved Waka-sama, Lilia and Silver

You ask what happens to others? Pixilated offerings

But can’t you see? He is only doing this becaise he loves you! Now don’t run away and stay here right beside him

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blonde-tori-spring555 · 2 months

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as promised, here is one of my tori spring stories

(please tell me what u think, because idek if i like it)

“Charlie, I'm going to the shops soon. Do you need anything?” I yelled from the top of the stairs, “Tori, I know you're going on a date with Michael” Charlie replied from the living room, so calmly it confused me if it was actually a date. It isn't a date. I look at myself in the mirror in my room one last time, it feels strange, I feel…put together. What i mean is i spent at least 30 minutes trying to figure out what to wear, from what i've heard, what i've ‘been through’ to figure out what to wear, is ‘perfectly normal’, first i layed out around four options on what to wear, and when I couldn't decide I asked Charlie, which he responded with “where are you even going” and “i don’t know, why does it matter” so I kicked him out and took all my clothes out in panic, and threw them around the room, then I sat on my floor and cried, then told myself I was being an idiot, did my makeup, and put on some jeans, a white shirt, a black hoodie (which actually fitted me instead of being oversized and/or one of Michael) and some white converse, that I stole off Charlie a couple years ago, to be honest I look the same, but whatever.

I took the bus to the ice skating place Michael went to, he said we could skate together after he's done training, I'm not sure why I said yes, I don't even know how to skate, I haven't since I was a kid. This isn't a date.

I walk inside, he's still training, so I sit in the stands and wait. If this isn't a date, then why am I so nervous? Maybe this is a date, maybe Michael intends it to be a date. Shit this is a date isn't it, no surely not, Michael isn’t my boyfriend, he isn't, so this surely isn't a date.

“Tori!'' I look up and snap out of my thoughts, Michael smiling widely and waving at me from the rink, I smile back, “is that a smile I see Victoria '' he gasps dramatically, I roll my eyes and try not to laugh. I'm blushing. I walk down the stairs and meet with him, and he gleams at me and smiles largely making him look almost insane and cute at the same time, “what?” I ask, “nothing, nothing, you just-” he looks me up and down, not in a sexual way but in a way almost to fully look at me, if that makes sense, “oh my god u looks so cute!” he says in the loudly excitable way, like a child getting a new toy, he quickly takes off his skates and runs up to me and hugs me, almost lifting me off the ground, its probably because of our height difference, he’s alot taller, “i look the same” I reply bluntly, still being held, “yeah, but your… ughhhhh, your so fucking pretty” he nuzzles his face into my neck, gives it a quick kiss, then quickly walks away as if regretting, he opens his mouth to say something, probably to say sorry, but I quickly beat him to it by saying “so we gonna skate now or…?” he looks at me, closes his mouth, half forces a smile “yeah sure” he goes and grabs me some skates, hands them to me and sits down to put his own on, I sit next to him, “just so you know imma be shit at this” he looks and me and laughs softly “I thought so, that's why i’m here to help” I roll my eyes and laugh, he smirks back.

We’re now on the ice, well michael is, i’m standing at the entrance scared to death, “if I die this is all your fault” I glare at him “i��m sure you wont die” he laughs, “i’m fucking serious” I try not to laugh, he holds my hands as I walk onto the ice, to my surprise I dont immediately fall. I force him to hold onto me as we skate, or well he drags me. We laugh and smile and talk and fall, eventually we finish, and we're sore and tired and loki kinda wet, but it was fun. It's still not a date though.

“Are you just going home now or?” he looks at me, he seems understanding, “yeah probably, I told my parents I would be home soon so” i say not looking at him “ok” he nods understandingly “I don't ever really do though” I say still not looking at him, “what?” he asks confused, I realise im not making sense “sorry…ummm, if you don't want me to go now we can just hang around for a bit longer” he looks at me and smiles “if you want” I nod back, i’m blushing, i'm not sure why, he doesn't ask if my parents will be mad, he knows i don't care, anymore at least.

We just sorta sit and talk for a while, after a bit we fall into silence, it's a comfortable silence, it's never really awkward around him, after a minute or so I break it, “don’t you think it's strange that everyone thinks we're dating, just because they saw us kiss once” I look at him, he looks back “their just hopeless romantics'' he replies, “your starting to sound like me” I joke, he laughs back, “that kiss…” I say, we’ve talked about it before, we’ve decided it was a heat of the moment sorta thing, we’ve kissed a few times since. not in that way. He looks at me, for context when I bring it up its the only way my fucking autistic brain can ask for a kiss, he leans in and says “no ones here and no one cares” I put my hands on his face and kiss him, its a normal kiss, not a gross one were u taste eachothers mouths, its just normal, it doesnt last long, but it's long enough.

We part and he rests his forehead on mine, he's looking at me, I keep my eyes closed. I hate eye contact, it makes me wanna die. I finally open my eyes to look at his blue and green ones, he still hasn’t put his glasses back on, his blue eye isn't as bright as my blue eyes, he even jokes that when he doesn't have his glasses on, it's the main thing he can see on my face. For context he's like nearly blind in his blue eye and his eyesight is shit in general. He kisses my forehead. We stayed like that for a bit.

He walks me home, I chose not to take the bus, everytime i’m on one that isn't for school there is usually a random old man eyeing me. I hate men. We get to my house, I don't invite him in, I already know my mum is pissed at me, I'm an hour and 23 minutes late to what time I said I should be home, Michael doesn't need to see her yell, he’ll probably think she's crazy or some shit. I give him a kiss goodbye and walk into my house.

“Your late Victoria” I hear my mum say from the kitchen, she's not even looking at me, Charlie and Ollie both turn and look at me, their playing mario kart, Charlie nods at me then unpaused the game and they both continue to play, “so what were you and michael doing to make you an hour and a half late” my mum raises her eyebrow, my dads head shoots up, oh i'm in for a lovely talk, “victoria this is just unacceptable, the least you could do is call me and say that your going to be late, but here we are, worried sick” my mum guilt trips “yeah but even calling wouldn't of been enough would it” I say, it wasn’t aggressive just pointing out the obvious, “loose that tone” my mum snaps, “what tone” i scoff, “tori, me and your mum think it's inappropriate for you to be hanging out with a boy and coming home exceedingly late and in clothes that are very obviously his” my dad says trying to calm the situation, and for fucks sake that ain't happening, “first of all michael isn’t my boyfriend, second of all your talking about him like he’s in his 30s, and third of all why do you both even think im late” i sorta shout, but its still quiet so Charlie and Ollie can’t hear, “tori your too young to be having…hanky panky” my dad says, oh im in for a treat, in my head i plan to say something like ‘he’s not my boyfriend’ or ‘stop saying hanky panky’ but it comes out more like…”OH YOUR ONE TO FUCKING TALK!” don’t regret it though, if you don't know my parents had me barely a 2 years after they met and got together, my mum finished her english lit course only 2 months before I was born, she had to drop out of a lot but her parents were happy she at least finished the minimum, anyway she had me and my dad was still studying in uni so we went and lived in cambridge where my dad studied, when i was 4 months old my mum got pregnant again, with charlie, he was born like a month early, but so was i, we were both pretty much fine, my dad never wanted to rush into marriage, my mum didn't mind, but i think when you get your girlfriend pregnant twice it's kinda the deal. Ok sorry that just sounds weird. My parents got married when I was 3 and Charlie was 2. My dad looks at me, clearly unsure what to say, my mum is clearly trying not to say something she's gonna regret later, so i just walk away.

I’m not really sure how long it had been since that ‘argument’ but after a bit charlie knocked on my door, i let him in and we cuddled in my bed for a bit, “i heard what you said” he eventually says “did ollie?” i reply, “no, i don't think so” he responds, i nod, “the funny thing is your right” he chuckles, i laugh softly back, “its weird how people look at us and don't realise” i say, “i know right like i was casually talking about it to Sarah and she was in pure shock!” Charlie laughs, Sarah is Nick's mum, she's nice, i like her. We just laugh for a bit and at some point Charlie falls asleep in my arms and I start to drift off too. to be honest it's the best sleep I've had in a long time.

I don't really remember my childhood, it was normal i guess, the funny thing is that majority of the memories i have include charlie, which yeah like he’s my brother, but what i mean is their special, like my main happy memories, charlie and i have been through everything together, like when i got my first period when i was 9 my mum was at some baby appointment since she had just had ollie and i thought i was dying so for some reason instead of going to my dad i went to my little brother, obviously he didn't know what was happening to me so he just held me and cuddled me as i cried, my dad eventually found us and comforted me until my mum came home, and when he came out to us, he had blurted it out one dinner when he was 13 and run to his room before anyone could react, i ran after him and held him and talked to him and told him how proud i was and how much i loved him, and when i was like 6 i decided i wanted to run away, i don't remember why i just did, and my 5 year old little brother asked if he could come with me and so i said yes and we attempted to camp out on our trampoline we had growing up (our grandparents gave it to us or something) and eventually we got to cold and went inside and my parents said we could all stay up and watch a movie but im pretty sure we fell asleep in like 15 minutes. To be honest the list goes on and on, and now that I think about it I realise why people think we’re twins. I know it's total bullshit, but you know what I mean, like for a good 3 or 4 years growing up we were the same height. The thing is charlie will always be mine, he was mine first and biologically we will always be together, i would do anything for him, i would for either of my brothers, i would kill for them no questions asked, i would die for them, i would lie for them and i will always protect them. My parents used to always say that was my job as the older sibling, and it's funny because it’s true, but I could choose not to, but I want to, it's a habit, it's a need. For a long time i always thought i only felt that way about my brothers, that was until michael came into my life and nick really became part of our family, i mean it will always be a different kind of love, but i would still do anything for them. No questions asked.

I eventually actually fall asleep holding Charlie, as if it's a habit, I wake up at what has to be a decent hour for someone who has slept in, (it was around 10:30) I wake up still holding Charlie and ollie curled next to me like a kitten, they're both still asleep, but clearly about to wake up, I just lie there for a while longer, savoring it like it's the last time it will be this way, even if it probably isn't. The boys wake up around 5 minutes after I do. Nick and Michael come over, and we just sit and watch movies all day, and play Mario kart, and laugh until our stomachs hurt. I could get used to this, I love these boys, all in different ways, but yet the same, listen I am aware I probably sound like I'm reminiscing on my deathbed right now, but when you have lived a shit life like me and have seen things a person should never have to see, whether a child or a teenager, or even an adult, you treasure moments like this, my parents are still home, their just doing their own thing, them seem happy, they definitely talked about what I had said, I don't care, if they wanted to punish me they would’ve by now.

Right now high school musical is playing due to Nick and Michael learning ollie has never watched it and they apparently must educate him and their dancing and singing around the room together and me and charlie are sitting on the couch admiring it all. I kiss his cheek and he smiles at me. I love my boys.

But Nick should probably stop encouraging ollie to dance on the coffee table before someone gets told off or hurt.

(Please tell me what u think, I also might change it slightly since it does include things that barley make sense, but I hope u enjoyed x)

#tori spring #alice oseman #heartstopper #osemanverse #solitaire #writing #fanfic #micheal holden #charlie spring #oliver spring #nick nelson #sprolden #narlie #janio #jane spring #julio spring

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chthonicgodling · 8 days

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I feel like I have to make a disclaimer that this is a Hades Game post and not. lmao you know. ANYWAY

@dwelling-in-elysium [re: here! during my rare HadesGame poasting moment for once fgfkg]:

THE wAY MY. JAW. HAS DROPPED ON THE FLOOR I….

I don’t know why I didn’t even CONSIDER this could be where Thanatos was - my mind just immediately assumed well, Than was so in and out during the last game (sneaking around behind Hades’ back to help Zag) that I automatically assumed he’d just be - the same sort of thing, untouchable — but that makes sense too????? at least in my wildest hopes and dreams??? the agony of it all???

I still think that having Zag as The FINAL Boss or A Stage In A Fight Against/Just Before Final Boss Chronos makes the most sense but oh god imagine if as Mel gets deeper into the Underworld each boss battle is one of our own under chronos’ thrall. Thanatos poised to guard entrance to one of the realms ; Zag poised to guard access to Chronos himself. MEG SOMEWHERE TOO????? AAAAHHH—

HOWEVERRRRR I ALSO think that a likely horrible location for where Thanatos might be would be……. lmao uh…….. back in the jar™ a la Sisyphus days 😇 you know, the only successful proven method of stopping Death;; stick him in a jar.! otherwise he’ll interfere with all plans of conquest! ON THAT NOTE ha ha yknow hadesgame Sisyphus is a jolly old fellow but. famous enemy of the gods Sisyphus???? would NOT be surprised if he cameos as an ally to Chronos, of sound mind no less a fgkfkfkg

I think there’s ZERO chance that Than WONT appear in hades2 in some capacity though so it’s just a matter of how horrible his circumstances are lMAaOO (I say, as someone who feeds and thrives off of angst and drama—)

#replies #hades 2 spoilers #hades 2 #hadesgame #SHRIEKS???????? SCREAMSSSSS?????!!!!!#dwelling-in-Elysium #this is its own post bc I want everyONE TO SEE-

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ravennaortiz · 6 months

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Revenge

Summary: Little SOA/Mayans mashup. Angst, character death. Featuring OC Cori Lowman.

The silence in the house was deafening to Happy as he sat in his armchair across from his couch where his daughter Cori and two Mayans sat. What had started as a normal Sunday dinner for the two of them had turned into a deadly standoff. This situation right here was the direct result of being reckless in his early years as a killer for hire. Thinking he knew everything and was invincible that the past would never catch up with him. Happy was so lost in his own thoughts he almost didn't hear the roar of the motorcycle pull up. He closed his eyes as he heard the doorbell and the sound of Cori's strangled sob.

"Stay in here" ordered Angel to his younger brother EZ as he stood up to go and get the door. "Don't do anything stupid" he added before walking out of the room. The night was not going as planned and they couldn't afford a fuck up. Angel knew EZ was pissed at the trade the were making but he wouldn't be able to live with himself if they killed the girl. He believed no matter what a man did no woman in his life should have to pay for his sins. "You Juice?" he called through the door observing the other man through the door. He fit the description Happy had given and surprisingly had followed directions. "Yep" replied Juice as the door opened and he stepped in keeping his hands by his head as the tall Mayan shut the door.

"Sorry you got dragged into this mess. Your girl hasn't been hurt like Happy told you on the phone. My brother and I's beef is with her dad." stated Angel as he gestured with his gun for Juice to head to the living room. "Thanks I guess for being a decent human" replied Juice as they made there way to the living room. Angel sighed but bit his tongue on any response.

"Could we have a few moments to say goodbye" asked Happy quietly as he watched Juice make his way to Cori to comfort her. "No you-" started EZ his temper flaring before Angel cut him off. "Of course. We will wait in the hall give ya some privacy" replied Angel as he jerked his head at EZ to leave the room. "I really am sorry your daughter was here tonight. If we had known you had a kid we would have done some better surveillance" stated Angel before heading out. Happy nodded before he went over to join the other two on the couch.

"We should have just killed them. You really think she wont talk, wont get the SONS to track us down?" whispered EZ angrily as he shoved Angel. "You need to calm down little brother. Anger makes you make stupid decisions." snapped Angel as he pushed EZ into the wall and held him there. "That girl has nothing to do with the situation. She knows how the MC works and honestly I think if she decide she wanted revenge for what is to come tonight she will do it on her own." replied Angel after a moment once EZ had calmed some. "Just because someone is your enemy doesn't mean you have to treat them badly" he added.

*A few moments later*

Cori sat silently crying as Juice held her on the couch. Her dad had been walked out by the younger Mayan while the other stood in the doorway. Cori felt Juice tense as the Mayan came back towards them. "Relax, my word is good" stated the Mayan as he put his gun away and knelt in front of Cori. "I know this is hard to believe but I truly am sorry about this. You have my word your dads death will be quick and he will be buried properly. You also have my word you will be safe. If you ever need anything and cant get a hold of a SON you can call me and I'll make it happen" stated Angel as he handed a folded piece of paper to Cori before patting her knee and heading out of the house.

*Thanks for reading! Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated!*

#sons of anarchy #ravennasmasterlist #juice ortiz #soa fanfiction #ravennasoc #mayans fx #mayans mc fanfiction #happy lowman #happy lowman fanfiction #angel reyes fanfiction #angel reyes #ez reyes

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ashthemadwriter-archived · 2 years

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Heyyy Had a smol request to make! I really loved the headpat hcs you wrote <33 if possible, could you please write some for Chuuya and Akutagawa too? Take your time! Stay hydrated, and take care of yourself <333

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairings: Chuuya, Akutagawa X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Humor

Format: Headcanons

Warnings: None

Word Count: 0.9K

A/n: When you said that you wanted to send a request I didn't think you meant this lmao. I suffered till I got some ideas XD

I got a bit carried away with Chuu btw🤧

Part 1 with Dazai, Fyodor and Ranpo

↬Ryuunosuke Akutagawa

◆I honestly think that having a platonic relationship with this guy is really fun! And maybe even better than romantic.(Don't ask me why cuz that's just another story)

◆He isn't used to have someone as a friend, so this is all new to him and hes still, you know, testing the water.

◆It will take him a lot of time to get used to, well, You; but he will eventually if youre trustworthy and capable enough.

◆He cares for you in his own particular way, and by that I mean that no one is capable to notice it. Not even you yourself; but he does care, and that's what that matters.

"Oh my god I'm Exhausted!" is what you say when you inter the room and throw yourself on the couch, taking a deep breath while relaxing your body. "Mori is planning on killing me by sending me to these death missions! I can feel it! " Turning your head to the silent man who was slowly taking a sip from his tea, you sulked and got upset because he was totally ignoring you. "As I was saying… the damn snipers were shooting at me from everywhere! I nearly got shot in the head if my men hadn't blocked them!" Even a tiny glance was enough for you, but Akutagawa was still silent, pretending you didn't exist at all, and this made you angry. "Oi! Goth boy!" "…" "Fig wasting machine!" "…" "Twenty year old man who doesn't know how to smile!" "…" Knowing him for quite a long time, you knew how to catch his attention, but it was a risk you were willing to take, which you weren't before because you weren't that close in the beginning. "Oi! Coward!" The second those words came out of your mouth, the man looked at you sending daggers through his eyes, while forming a blade out of his coat, ready to attack you. What he was not expecting was for you to smile and move closer to him. "What? Are you a coward?" "Do you have a death wish?" "Then why did you look at me when I called you that?" His blade slowly came down as he stared at you a bit more, then went back on drinking his tea. You rolled your eyes and then turned your head to the opposite direction, and started whining to yourself in a low voice. "Well what am I even expecting from you. You don't care if I even die or anything. I come to your office everyday trying to make conversation but all you do is just ignoring me. You don't even look at me! Like, do you hate me that much? But why? what did I d-" your words were immediately cut off by the sensation of his hand on your head, slowly patting you; And when you looked at him, he was looking back, and not in a threatening way. "Good job" Now it was your turn to be silent. Not because you wanted to get back at him; but because you were caught off guard and didn't know how to react. "Happy? Now shut up and let me have my tea in peaceful silence"

↬Chuuya Nakahara

◆Being in a platonic relationship with this guy is just so entertaining! Hes fun, interesting, brave, cool, etc.

◆But the thing is, hes been betrayed so many times that he just cant fully trust you. He wont show it at all though. He will chat with you, drink with you and stuff, but hes still afraid if youre gonna be like his old "friends" .He will eventually trust you if you two spend time together.

◆But it will take a lot of time, cause he did considered Dazai as his friend for 4 whole years; but then…

◆Anyway, hes literally the best if youre willing to put up with his short temper :)

"I hate everything in this shitty world!" "What now?" you grab the bottle of wine from his hand and drinking it till theres not even a drop left, then throw the bottle out of the window. Chuuya would have been be mad if you weren't this angry and tired, but luckily, you had enough that day. "I say hello and they give me work. I run into them in the hallway and they give me work. work, work, work. What am I? A stupid robot or something?" Chuuya looked at you carefully while opening the next bottle, trying to hide it so you wont snatch this one from him too. "Well, you get paid a lot in exchange, so its kind of fair" "Fair? Fair?" Dramatic as always, you sat next to him while covering your face with your hands, trying to fight the anger that was taking over you. "Making you work like a damn machine isn't fair! And were risking our lives by working in the mafia! I nearly died a while ago on the mission! And do you know what they did? Nothing! Nobody even bothered to sat "Thanks for working this hard" or "are you ok?" or "Well done" or- " "Well done. I'm proud of you" Frozen in the spot, you look at him with surprise and shock, while he gives you a small smile that melts your heart. "Awwwwwwwww Chuuuuuu! Waaaaaaaa!" Throwing yourself in his arms, you begin to cry as you wrapped your arms around him. "I love you so much! what am I supposed to do without you! Waaaaa(crying*)!" Chuuya slowly patted your back as he tried to act smooth and not to blush furiously. "Its ok y/n… its ok"

Reblogs are apprecaited!

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imliketheiceifreeze · 10 months

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Resisting temptation-part one

Levi Ackerman x AFAB reader

warnings: smut, violence, swearing, MINORS DNI

summary: reader is a 20 something soldier who has hopelessly pined after her captain for many years, little do you know he has more than noticed your presence. what will happen when all of these emotions come to a head and the consequences of your actions become a reality?

I longed for him, his sharp wit and tongue that cut through all those niceties and lies. It calmed me in a way during this time of complete turmoil that seemed never-ending, he possessed the ability to prevent the spiral of anxiety. I guess you could say he grounded me. My captain. I will be forever loyal to him and although I feel he would not return my feelings I am satisfied just being in his presence.

I suppose that is the problem. When I am alone I cant stand it, I miss him. Part of me wants to believe he could return my feelings but to admit it and be crushed was something I don't think I could take, his rejection would kill me, so I stay silent. I'm an apathetic person you see, at least usually. I prefer not to make a scene, anything for a happy life. If I am offended I wont tell you, if I feel I am wronged I wont make a large effort to undo this, for the most part, life is too short so it is rare that I allow myself to indulge in such selfish desires.

I try to not think too much because when I do it takes over like a monster, eating away at my mind, poisoning it. I find solace in small things, like the time I get to write, one on one combat, fighting against titans. They occupy my mind fully, I can't have distractions from the task at hand, I'm shut off from the past and future, all that matters is the actual.

That is why when I am dismissed from my duties, laying on my bed stripped of my gear the thoughts invade my mind. I Can't deny the heat I feel on my hand where he brushes against it. The need to be closer to him. Know what he thinks and feels. I hate this infatuation!

A knock on my door broke me from my self-pity and introspection

“yes,” I reply quickly.

“Hi Cadet Y/L/N.”

I jumped to my feet and saluted the higher up, “squad leader Hanji, hello!" I exclaim.

“At ease soldier,” she laughs deeply, her shoulders shaking. “You are a jumpy one,” she mused making a red tint trickle up my cheeks like a blossoming flower “I have a duty I would like you to fulfil,” she carried on.

“yes Dr Hanji.”

“Corporal Levi has requested tea in his chambers, Jasmine, I trust you know where to find it in the kitchens.”

“Yes ma'am.”

“haha, perfect!” She smiled “try not to piss off that little bridge guarding troll,” she cackled before leaving my chambers quickly with a slam of my door.

I couldn't help but snort in response, she was surely brave, or had a death wish, she must be the only person able to insult Captain Levi without certain death.

“right,” I mumbled remembering the task at hand, I must deliver his tea soon or he may punish me in his own way. Tying up my hair that was far too long to be cooking with, I allowed it to swish from shoulder to shoulder as I bounced along to the kitchen. “put the water in the kettle hmmmhmhm,” I hummed “and place it on the stove,” I turned on the gas next to a lit match to light the ring, placing the kettle on top.

I hummed to force down the bubbling excitement and anxiety inside of me “jasmine, jasmine,” I rifled through the various boxes of tea in search of the desired one. The Captain sure does enjoy his tea. I feel I was chosen for this task for my gentle nature, I always did as told and wouldn't dare talk back to the captain, even when assigned extra jobs. Somehow, that didn't make me happy. Am I complicit in life? I think people think they can walk all over me. I have emotions sure, just like everyone else, I just am dedicated to the larger goal of serving my country.

“eeeeeeee!”

“ah the kettle!” I ran over to it, “okay tea, 2 spoons per person, but the Captain likes his tea strong so 3 teaspoons of tea, let it brew for 5 minutes,” I repeated my mothers instructions aloud as I slowly tidied up and pulled out a cup from the cupboard, washing it once more not wanting to have to redo the whole process because of a speck of dirt. Humming I fumbled around the kitchen, grabbing a tray.

Suddenly, I squealed and instinctively grabbed the hand on my shoulder twisting it as I turned around, although I paled as I saw the face of the person or should I say man I was attacking.

“Jesus, easy there cadet,” he grabbed my arm and easily removed it once I had relaxed, placing it by my side.

“Commander Erwin, forgive me, I'm so sorry, I'm really sorry, I hadn't meant to... I didn't want to...I'm sorry,” I rambled as he chuckled.

“I'll let this one slide, hey, at least we know you're reactions aren't getting slow,” his eyes creased at the edges as I teared up in embarrassment.

“I'm sorry Commander Erwin.”

“that's a strong grip you have, at least I know Captain Levi has been teaching you well,” he smiled, ignoring my profuse apologies.

“I-I was just preparing tea for the Captain,” I murmured as I placed the tray on the table along with the cup, strainer and teapot.

“ah, I see, The Captain has always taken a liking to you.”

“huh?” I exclaimed, wondering if I had heard him correctly. He did not repeat himself nor did he appear especially pleased as he turned,

“as you were,” and walked away down the hall.

what the hell was that strange encounter? I can't possibly figure out any moment of it. What strange people soldiers are it seems. Now even more nervous, I shakily carried the tray of tea down the hall, spying the back of Erwin's head further along.

“You can do this, don't be nervous, don't spill it. Phew,” I mumbled as I rapped on the door 3 times which swung open to reveal one, extremely angry looking Captain Levi. He eyed me as if to ask what the hell I was doing there but he softened a little when he saw the tray I carried precariously.

“well come in before you drop it brat.”

“thank you sir,” I nodded as I entered his room, it smelled of tea and bleach. He lead me to his bed as he sat himself on the edge, I placed the tray on the small table, standing to attention. He eyed me slowly before commanding,

“pour it for me,” resting his chin on his hand as he watched me shakily pour the piping hot tea through the strainer placing it down and standing up again to face him. “pass me the cup,” once more I carried out his instructions, passing the tea to him feeling his fingers brush mine as he carefully took the hot cup from me. “say, what are you always thinking in there” he questioned “your silence is unnerving.”

“I'm sorry Captain, what would you like me to say?”

“Anything Brat, anything interesting,” he sighed placing his head in his hand, exasperated.

“Um, well if you don't mind me saying...” I gulped “ Comander Erwin is quite... strange” he laughed, a genuine laugh as he sipped his tea.

“Oh really, do you think you should be talking this way about your commander?” I shook my head “go on, shut the door and sit down, I feel like company today.”

I wondered why, if he wanted company, he had chosen objectively the quietest cadet in the squadron. Yet I still shut the door, sitting cross legged on the floor in front of him, explaining the encounter I had had with him earlier. “Oh I see,” he sipped his tea, “at least you remembered your training,” he chuckled. “I know Erwin is mistakable for a titan, being the size of a fucking tree, but please try not to get confused.”

I giggled along with his chuckle as he drank his tea. I eyed the cup, I suppose a little to longingly as he asked me “do you want some? There's plenty in the pot, just get yourself a cup.”

“I-I” I was a little stunned for words but I decided to be bold “Yes please Captain.”

“go on then,” he stated in a monotone “and call me Levi when we are informal like this, it makes me feel even older with you calling me sir all the time,” he moaned as I left to fetch a cup. When I returned he was sitting cross legged on the bed, savouring the taste of the hot tea with his eyes closed.

“Levi,” I let his name stay on my lips as I breathed out the words. His eyes snapped open to gaze coolly at me.

“ah, she returns,”

I smiled, moving to pour myself a cup before settling myself down on his floor again.

“Go on, taste it, it's the finest tea around, you wont find better here within the walls.” He enthused, looking as if he would force the tea down my throat if he could. Inhaling the scent I sighed before bringing the cup to my lips. The taste was warm and comforting, but most of all the delicate taste of the jasmine flower was heaven on my tongue,

“oh wow,” I sighed, my eyes meeting his. His eyes bore into mine.

“See, exquisite isn't it?” He murmured “better than anything those posh wall rose worshippers could ever get a hold of.”

“It makes me feel like I'm some princess being brought such fancy food, I'm used to crackers,” I smiled.

“Well captaincy has its perks, you never know, maybe one day you'll reach that level.” my eyes grew wide, such a complement was unexpected.

“You think?” I asked excitedly.

“Tch, there's no point you asking me, you've got to be confident in yourself. Don't rely on others Y/N.”

“Yes sir.. I mean Levi,” he smiled sipping his tea, watching me squirm. “Say, Levi, may I speak unprofessionally?”

“Tch, brat, what the hell did you think we were doing before?”

“Well, you see, I'm concerned...”

“oh?” one thin eyebrow arched.

“Often, lately, you seem... well, sad” I paused “is there anything I could do?” He blushed lightly, obviously not used to being cared for.

“And just how do you think you are equipped to be my therapist Y/N?” He seethed, obviously a nerve had been touched.

“I'm sorry only, I could listen, I often listen to peoples problems, you look like you could use someone to talk to.”

He was annoyed again as he sipped his tea and uncrossed his legs, pulling the cravat from his neck and brusquely folding it before getting up to place it on the back of his chair. He stood like a caged animal, unsure of if he should run or attack, never turning to face me. Placing my tea down on the floor I stood and slowly but surely stepped towards him.

“Levi,” I called, something in me urging me, telling me he needed someone more than I was afraid to be rejected. “tell me, I'll listen...” Placing my hand on his shoulder he tensed “I care,” he shuffled and sniffed a little “I still respect you as my Captain. You of all people should know I would always have the utmost respect for my superiors.” His shoulders shook and I realised he must be crying. Sobs racked through his body and I wrapped my arms around his powerful back, he turned to face me, finally.

“I can't be superhuman, I can't do this, I can't save everyone,” he exclaimed, pulling at his hair “I couldn't save them,” I placed my hands on his face staring into his eyes.

“No-one can, Levi, all you can do is your best and that's what you do. Every time you kill a titan or lead the troops, you take on a heavy burden no man should bear.” His tears flowed freely as I wrapped my arms around his body he responded wrapping me up in his arms.

“Forgive me for showing you this weakness,” he mumbled into my shoulder as he squeezed my soft frame, inhaling my scent of soap as we stood embracing for an innumerable amount of time, both enjoying the loving contact of another person. “I wish they were all here, I wish I could apologize.”

“what for?” I questioned “they knew the risks of the corps when they joined, that doesn't make the loss any less sad, only... it's not your fault Levi.” Slowly, he unwound his arms and pulled away from me.

“I like the way you say my name... like you enjoy it,” he leant in his hand on my cheek, caressing the skin lightly “do you?” I nodded, unable to lie in his presence. He leant in further “say it again,” he commanded.

“Levi,” I breathed onto his lips as they slowly closed the gap between us both. It was a welcomed warmth that made me gasp. Much like the jasmine tea it was an exquisite yet comforting feeling to have him move his lips against my own, encouraging me to do the same. Leaning up I ran my hands over his undercut before tangling them in the soft locks of hair there. He groaned a little, kissing me more enthusiastically now, making my knees wobble, almost unable to hold myself up, however he snaked an arm around my waist anchoring me to him before nipping at my bottom lip. “Levi,” I mumbled, feeling heat travel through my body like a fire and he pressed his crotch to mine, our bodies now flush together I was able to feel the beginnings of his excitement. He retreated to look me in the eye as his fingers danced along my reddened lips. His eyes searched mine for consent to continue “I wont tell,” I said, already voicing his thoughts.

“hmm, you are much more insubordinate than you seem,” he chuckled

“how can I be?” I questioned, eyes sparkling with amusement “I'm following my Captain's orders.”

A smile reached his eyes as he pulled on my chin to open my mouth before placing his own on mine, snaking his tongue inside. The foreign feeling made me moan and crumble under his touch. He was so warm against me, the muscle licked at the roof of my mouth and entangled with my own. Kissing him felt so natural I was only surprised I hadn't done it sooner, but I could hardly take his teasing. He detached his mouth from mine and latched onto my jaw, kissing and sucking to my ear, nibbling and biting and sucking along every section of my neck. “please Levi, I can't take it” I whimpered, unsure from where this confidence had emerged inside of myself as I ran my hands along his back.

“hmm, for a virgin you are quite needy,” he paused “you are a virgin aren't you?" I blushed, not having expected him to be so crude.

“yes,” I bowed my head in embarrassment.

“Good, none of those bastards would fuck you properly anyway,” he bit down “would you like me to fuck you?” He asked gruffly “would you like to be fucked by your own Captain?” I nodded shamefully “how long have you wanted it? Did you touch yourself thinking about me?” I nodded again making him chortle “oh my, I had you all wrong Miss innocent,” he laughed amazedly making me shrink back and turn away from him. “hey, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.”

“Don't tease me” I mumbled angrily “And you're the one stood here with your tongue down the throat of your own subordinate!” I quipped.

"it seems we deserve each other then” he spoke softly “ah, I can't do this though” he pecked my lips despite himself then again and again walking backwards towards the bed.

“Mind the tea!” I exclaimed worriedly as he looked over my shoulder spying it. He pushed me down slowly onto the bed.

“Tell me to stop,” he spoke looking into my eyes as he undid the button on my trousers, tantalizingly slowly pulling down the fly.

“Don't stop, please, don't ever stop,” my fingers bunched in the bedding as he, as if enslaved, bent his head dutifully to my thigh where he proceeded to kiss and nibble through the fabric of the thin uniform trousers.

“lift your hips,” he slid the trousers from my lower half, maintaining eye contact he slid them lovingly from my legs, savouring them much like he had been the tea, taking his time to kiss and touch everywhere. He was obviously a man well practised in these rituals, the thought ever so slightly saddened me. Once he had removed them and my socks he lifted my thigh up above his shoulder, kissing along the flesh.

“you're beautiful, you know, all the cadets stare at you...sometimes even captains and commanders,” I blushed brightly now and covered my face with my hands, this was all too embarrassing. With this he stopped his ministrations and reached up to uncover my face “don't look away, watch me touch you.” He was always so straight forward, it drove me mad in the best of ways.

Leaning down again, he breathed onto my sex, the heat making me wetter, it certainly did not help when he began to kiss against my clitoris through my underwear, making out with my pussy lips as sensually as he had done with my mouth

“ah!” I drawled immediately, gripping onto his hair once more. This was so dirty and wrong, having my superior kneeling in front of me, eating me out, but how could I deny those slender fingers that tickled my stomach and brushed the laced edges of my underwear or the soft lips, warm tongue, that caressed me tenderly and lovingly, even if it was only an illusion. I couldn't help but moan as my dream came true in front of my eyes.

“Hey, you still there?” he murmured against me making me whimper.

“Yes, it's just,” I paused to collect my thoughts, screwing my eyes shut to block out the sensual image of the Captain so dishevelled, red lips swollen.

“what?” He breathed, palms kneading my thighs.

“it's too much, I feel like I'm going to explode!” He snorted at my bold claim “I mean, not like that.. well maybe, uh,” I stammered, shamefully hiding my face once more.

“Hmm please do Y/N,” he said as he carefully began to pull down my panties, the cold immediately hitting me making me suddenly feel very bare and vulnerable. He kissed at my stomach as he pried open my legs “watch me,” with those words he eyed my exposed pussy mumbling “beautiful,” before leaning in to taste. He licked a long stripe up my lips before spreading them with his fingers making me almost cum on the spot.

“Levi,” I gasped as he continued to tenderly tongue my sex before slowly inserting a finger. “Oh god, oh god, don't stop please, ah,” I tried to clamp my legs shut but he wouldn't let me, continuing to finger me and suck at my clitoris.

He then, to top it off, curled his tongue into my opening, making me squirm and scream quietly, attempting, feebly, to not awake the other soldiers “Levi, Levi, Levi, I'm going to... I can't, I'm cumming aaaahhhh!” I rode out my orgasm against his tongue that was pumping into me, fucking me as I clenched, and even more humiliatingly, squirted. Luckily, he had pulled away at least a little but he held me down as he watched the clear streams of liquid squeezed out of my body, clearly fascinated by the whole ordeal.

“huh, I guess you really meant it,” he mused, dipping his fingers into me before sucking them clean, moaning around them whilst he palmed himself a little.

“Captain, let me suck you off.”

He raised his eyebrows, “well isn't that a line out of a wet dream,” he commented as he quickly shed his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. Though his cool words didn't quite match his clearly flustered outward demeanour.

I followed his lead, albeit slower than him, feeling a little silly sitting there in only a shirt and jacket. When it came to removing my bra he knelt beside me on the bed, kissing my lips as he unhooked it himself, letting the thing drop from my shoulders with wide eyes to finally reveal my naked form.

“Fuck, you're gorgeous,” he ran his fingers through his hair as if distressed before making the decision to run his hands over my body, groping at my breasts before latching on to a nipple, toying with the other in his fingers

“ah, Levi, isn't it y-your turn?”

"I want to fucking kiss you everywhere,” he growled, blatantly ignoring me in favour of leaving love bites in his wake, dark purple and littered over both of my breasts. As I saw he had completely lost control, I reached down to his cock, running lightly over his trousers with my fingertips. He bit his lip and growled.

“Okay then, have your wish, suck off your captain and that is an order.”

“Yes sir,” I spoke darkly, a slave to his words and as he laid back, I straddled his waist, unbuttoning and unzipping his trousers with slight urgency. Pulling them down, he kicked them off his legs and I did the same with his boxers, placing them all in a pile on the floor making him huff in agitation, but the promise of my lips wrapped around his cock left him unable to move.

He guided me, showing me how to move my hands against his manhood. It was velvety soft and I felt honoured with this task to see Captain Levi in such an exposed state, only following his instincts. I became bolder, stroking his balls and then running my fingers over the tip before licking the head a little like an ice lolly. “hmmm,” he growled grabbing my hair

“let me in, please,” he pleaded with me, sweat sticking his hair to his forehead as he panted desperately, leaning up on his elbows to watch me. Since I knew it's what he wanted I attempted to accommodate his large size into my mouth. and when I did, I felt stuffed full, unable to make any intelligible sounds.

“shit,” he exclaimed whilst I tugged him off where my mouth couldn't reach, moving my mouth up and down, although, eventually just letting him get up to his knees and fuck my mouth.

He went in a little deeper each time and I clawed at his hips, moaning at the lewd sounds coming from us both. “say my name now, say it!”

“Leeeveiihmph,” you mumbled around his dick.

“Oh fuck,” he contorted forward, leaning over me now, clearly coming undone soon. “Oh god again, say it again. Say it with your mouth stuffed full of my fucking cock.”

“Levi!” Tears streamed from my eyes “Levi!” I tried to please him as he fucked my face faster and I fondled his balls.

“Shit, fuck, your mouth is so good, I'm coming,” he pulled out of my mouth making me choke and gag, exhausted.

“come inside, please Levi,” I whispered hoarsely which seemed to snap something inside him because he slammed back into me and I watched his face screw up, eyes shut as creamy hot liquid shot down my throat.

I licked and sucked him clean until he softened and I pulled away. He surprisingly lent down to kiss my lips softly, a silent thank you, although more than that as he continued to kiss me. He's so passionate, I thought as he kept kissing my lips, nipping and sucking at my lower, pulling me on top of him.

“Do you want me to be your first?” he asked seriously “a 35 year old man, do you want to not have this to give to the one you love?”

“Yes,” I didn't even have to think about it “if you're waiting for me to stop you, rest assured it's the last thing I want. Life is too short to wait.”

“I want you so many ways,” he murmured

“have me, any way you like, I've always wanted this,”

“me too,” this revelation surprised me and he could clearly see that on my face.

“You couldn't see me looking at you in training?” I shook my head “didn't notice me touch you, brush up against you? Question why I'd always request you in my quarters?” I shook my head again “Jesus Christ what else don't you notice? A horse and cart coming head on?” he exclaimed clearly just as shocked as me.

“I thought it was all in my head, I thought you hated me,” I spoke loudly

“fuck me. Look I don't know what this is but clearly we are attracted to one another. It's always been there,” I silently agreed, knowing now the heat of my presence must have been driving him insane as much as he had me.

“I don't want anyone else, I want you any way you'd have me.” I think I love you. I couldn't bring myself to say it out loud, hopefully he could read the intensity of my passion through my eyes. I bent over, my ass in the air and chest against his. “So have me Levi, please.”

“Oh you really want this don't you. Well I can't deny you life's simple pleasures...” he was half hard again and jerked himself off underneath me.

“This is going to hurt, lay down Y/N," I did so beside him, staring into his eyes as he climbed on top of my body, pressing the tip of his manhood to my entrance, slowly pushing inside making me open my mouth and gasp, quickly grabbing his shoulders.

“ow ow ow, stop!” he did so quickly and looked down at my pained face

“I'm sorry sweetheart, I'm so sorry,” his words melted my heart in a way I hadn't expected and he brushed the hair out of my face to kiss my lips, I leaned up to catch his before he pulled away but what I hadn't expected was for him to ram himself into me during that sweet kiss making me cry out in pain, but it wasn't too much, I felt like I could take it.

“Don't move,” I barely huffed out, my hands on my stomach, as though I might be able to feel him poking through. I felt so full, full of him, I wished it would never end.

“I'm sorry, It's easier if your relaxed, I wanted to distract you.” he fumbled, clearly regretting his decision “I'll stop, we can do this another time, you're not ready.”

“No!” I grabbed his shoulders to stop him, “I told you, not to ever stop. Fuck me Captain Levi.”

he kissed my lips heatedly as he pulled out smoothly, right to the tip before slowly guiding himself back inside to the warm heat of my entrance.

“Mmmm” I hummed, head lulling back in pleasure as he grunted lowly. He continued to stroke me inside slowly and carefully, driving me crazy “heh, Levi,” I panted, nails digging into his back for purchase “mm, harder,” that was all the conformation he needed before he began losing himself like a wild animal, sucking at my neck and biting hard as if he wanted to consume all of me.

“Levi, Levi, Levi” I chanted looking into his grey eyes “it's so deep ah harder please, don't stop,” The headboard began to slam with our movements, the tray of tea wobbling precariously a top his small dresser table.

“Fuck you're so tight, and so goddamn sensitive,” he grabbed my wrists in one hand whilst pinning them to the bed as he continued to chase his orgasm as well as my own. Fucking me slowly and deeply, hearing the smack of skin against skin each time we rejoined, eyes glued on the spot where he disappeared into mw, fascinated and turned on just as much as I was to watch his own large cock disappear inside of me.

“Levi,” I whispered, catching his attention and, in a moment of madness I spoke the words “put your hands around my neck.” I don't know why I wanted it so badly at the time but all I remember is that it felt fucking good.

His eyes darkened and he slammed into me, bringing his hands away from my wrists and onto my delicate, porcelain throat. His long fingers wrapped around tightly, his eyes staring into my lust filled ones questioningly. “Do it.”

And so he did, wrapping them tighter he began to squeeze making my eyes roll into the back of my head at the immense pleasure of it all and my back arched, toes curled, I was coming. I clenched so tightly around his cock that he stopped thrusting and just shivered, releasing my neck as I proclaimed his name to the empty room.

“That's it let them know who made you cum so hard,” he spoke between thrusts, before pistoning into me quickly once again, trying to keep me in one place in the bed before pulling out.

“No, cum inside, please, Levi,”

“Shit, my name's never going to sound the same on your lips,” he mumbled, sliding sinfully back inside your wet cavern. “This is what you want hmm? You're filthy,” he thrust quickly, bruising my hips where he held before shouting “fuck, Y/N”- just in case any other soldiers hadn't been woken up already- loudly into the dark, shooting his hot seed inside almost making me cum a third time.

I lay in a dazed state as he collapsed onto me, his head buried in the crook of my neck as I rubbed up and down his undercut. Slowly he pulled out making me wince

“Shit, now we really are sinners,” he chuckled half-heartedly, guilt tainting his tone.

“Stay with me,” I pleaded and he didn't bother to protest, and that's how we stayed, laying in one another's arms until the sun rose the next day.

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