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a moment in time, a master in parenthood
-> the family tree | eph design
kiddos!!! Lemme tell you a bit about em
Aeon — The eldest daughter, ever a free spirit. She matures into a stalwart leader, taking on the mantle of running Scala’s keyblade academy as headmaster from her father
Clio — Born 2 years after Aeon, the bullheaded Clio takes it upon herself to keep her big sister and little brother in line, but only because she means well. She works hard to preserve her family’s legacy for as long as she’s alive.
Mori — Born 3 years after Clio. A kind and empathetic child who inherits both his father’s love for books and the Master’s Defender keyblade.
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leon-swedfinqs · 1 year ago
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Good Omens D&D AU Master Post - Character Breakdown
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Aziraphale (Alias: Ezra P. Fell)
Human Cleric
Aziraphale grew up in what is essentially a religious cult that worships the goddess Ecliel, the goddess that birthed the universe and brought life to earth. She is the original bringer, the original light. The church believes that humans are part of her original creation, a world of everything pure. Magic is seen as supplementary, or impure, as it goes against the original plan of the universe that Ecliel created since it can be used to manipulate and change it. Members of this church are marked by their halos, an object imbued with a charm to make them impossible to remove without a magic source more powerful than its creation. It emits a constant soft glow. Aziraphale has an innate sense of magic, which is fueled by his pure faith in Ecliel and the life she brings. He hid his magic, using it sparingly in his youth. As he got older, it became harder and harder to contain his magic and hide his spells, due to the fact that they would occasionally produce residuum, and he was forced to hide it in the storage rooms of the church. Once the older bishops found the residuum, they did a sweep to find the magic user to dispose of them. Due to his nervousness, his fellow brother Gabriel became suspicious of him and lashed out with his sword demanding a duel to test his faith and loyalty. Under the pressure and fear, Aziraphale’s sword ignited in holy flame, giving him an opening to escape and run away from the church and go into hiding. He became a wandering low level cleric, struggling to learn spells on his own and make money, before he struck immense luck landing a high paying job. However, it came with a price: a partner he had to collaborate with.
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Anthony J. Crowley (Previously known as Raphael)
Tiefling Rogue
Anthony, back when she went by Raphael, was a top student at an exclusive arcane academy. This academy specialized in the sacred art of zodiac elemental magic. There are those born with an innate connection to a particular zodiac, and those with this connection can utilize the constellation’s power to cast spells that mix traditional arcane magic with the elements. Raphael had an innate connection to the fire signs, and spent years studying the stars and practicing spells. She noticed, however, that her power fluctuations ran off of a different calendar from her peers. This curiosity lead her to discover a new potential zodiac: Ophiucus, or the Serpent Bearer. Her mentor, Lucifer (the holder of Aries), caught wind of her discovery. The introduction of a new zodiac would lead to a power dynamic shift, creating a domino effect that knocks all of the other holders down in their power. In order to assert his dominance over her, Lucifer challenged Raphael to a magic duel to prove that Aries will always be the most powerful fire sign. Raphael nearly lost the fight, her base level and experience being significantly lower than the near immortal Lucifer, and out of desperation made a minor connection to Ophiucus to draw power from him. This brief connection overwhelmed her, causing the spell to backlash and set the whole stage, the whole school on fire. Raphael fled, cutting the connection from Ophiucus as she went into hiding. She changed her name to Anthony, and swore away magic as he took up the art of being a rogue. The connection left him with small snake like features (slitted yellow eyes and scales scattered across his skin), which made it difficult to get patrons to trust him. He struck gold one day, getting a high paying job that came with a significant price: he had to work with a partner.
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Anathema Device
High Elf Divination Witch
Anathema comes from a prestigious family blood line known for their divination magic. Starting back with her great great great grandmother Agnes Nutter, the Devices became known for their foresight and predictions for the future. As an academic, Anathema has spent all of her life studying the different branches of unknown magic and the histories of the smaller gods that are worshipped. Hired as a tutor for Adam Young, to help him guide his desire to learn magic (and his uncanny ability to cast elemental-based magic, one of the more unusual types), Anathema starts getting visions into her future. A weary pair interwoven by fate, grand battles with her at the front lines, and fire. So much fire.
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Newton Pulsifer
Half-Orc Artificer
Newton was never really for the extraordinary. He lived a simple life in his small village, tinkering with machines and making his own strange creations. As he got older, he struggled to hold any sort of job, especially one that involved magic. This is due to his unnaturally ability to dispel any casting by trying to cast his own magic. And sometimes magic gets dispelled just by standing near the caster. Desperate for some work, he takes up a sketchy job from a man named Sergeant Shadwell: his bosses are looking for a serpent and a saint, who were just recently spotted to be traveling with a witch.
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Adam Young
Half-Elf
A boy who embodies chaos, Adam Young is a spry young half-elf who loves to play games with his friends and pester his parents with question after question. As he reached age 11, his father would find Adam sitting in his windowsill, gazing up at the stars. It wasn’t long before he started to display proficiency in magic, a strange type that mixed typical conjuring with elements (the fire he kept producing made his poor mother nervous). In order to control and properly teach him, the Youngs hired Ms. Device to tutor and train his new abilities.
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Muriel
Human Bard
A member of the same church as Aziraphale, Muriel is one of the most cheerful voices in the choir. With a deep love of music, Muriel spends most of their time (when not training or going out to preach with their siblings) practicing songs that will be performed at the next service. Yet to be “ordained” with their halos, Muriel is desperate to lend a helping hand so that they may be seen as worthy of rising higher and joining the rest of their siblings. Due to this slight desperation, Muriel was picked to go on an essential mission for the church: find their banished magic user and see if he was even still alive. If so, gather information. Anything they can grasp. They need him under surveillance as the time was coming soon.
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valtharr · 8 months ago
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I posted this to the alternate history subreddit and got zero responses, maybe Tumblr is more interested in discussing this idea?
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You ever create an alternate timeline just to indulge in your own nostalgia?
...just me? Okay...
Anyway, for a while now, I've been thinking about an alternate present where present-day sensibilities and everyday life are closer to what they were like pre-2010. Since the biggest influence on modern day life during that time arguably came from the rise of the Internet, social media, and related things, pretty much all of my thoughts center around that.
The point of divergence here is that the Millennium Bug (aka "Y2K") was just as devastating as people feared it would be. Databanks were wiped, machinery failed, there was loads of general unrest as people were falsely classified as deceased, didn't get their paychecks, and other major and minor consequences of their data being either wrong, or gone completely. In some cases, it took years to clean up the mess completely.
This, coupled with the bursting of the dotcom bubble not much later, led to a general wariness and distrust towards anything having to do with the Internet. Businesses might have still been okay with using their homepage as interactive billboards, but it turned out to be almost impossible to find investors or loans if your business directly relied on the Internet. And even those who did get their idea off the ground, failed to find a large enough audience. As such, social media like Facebook and Twitter are barely, if at all, a thing in this world. This is also partly due to smartphones, and therefore smartphone apps, never breaking into the mainstream. Apple could not establish its new iPhone as the lifestyle gimmick of choice, instead going all-in on their iPods, music players that you insert USB drives, and, in modern variants, SD cards into to listen to your favorite tunes. The newest model has three card slots, letting you choose between three different albums on the go!
Streaming, of course, also isn't a thing. No Netflix or iTunes to inspire copycats. Blockbuster partners with Microsoft for their new HD-DVD technology, establishing it as the primary medium to watch videos at home. Sony, meanwhile, focuses its efforts into combining a handheld gaming console and a portable video player. The PSP becomes a huge hit.
But, speaking of video games, online games are an almost negligible market. There's less of a focus on high-end Internet speeds, so playing with friends is an activity mostly relegated to your own home. Microtransactions and subscription services are not a thing.
Some popular websites do establish themselves, but they're far from being as influential and popular as in our world. Youtube stays afloat, but is mostly seen as a place to find new creators, and then follow them onto their own web presence. Very few people manage to make a living off of it, and corporations, TV stations, etc won't be found dead making their own YouTube channels.
Without social media, interactions online are still relegated to message boards and chat rooms, with the accompanying implicit netiquette. Which of course means, everything's still pretty anonymous. Without Facebook introducing the idea of using your real name and photo as part of your online presence (nobody joins a Pokémon fan forum expecting their old classmates to find them there, after all), pseudonyms and avatars rule the day. This, of course, makes it almost impossible for artists to really find an audience, much less make a living off their art. Even if they did find lots of people who enjoy their work, the lack of services like PayPal, Patreon, or Kickstarter, makes it nigh impossible to actually make a profit as an independent online artist. Some find a way, but the concepts of "influencers" and "content creators" never develop.
Amazon fails to establish itself as a major online marketplace. It makes enough for Jeff Bezos to start a chain of brick and mortar bookstores, with the online storefront being more of an afterthought. Most, if not all online shopping is really just individuals selling their old stuff, usually locally.
That's all I really have so far. I'd love to hear some more ideas, maybe things that aren't as tech-centric? Anyway, I hope you enjoy.
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loki-is-my-kink-awakening · 2 years ago
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Thanks @wolfpup026 for tagging me.
1. The number of tabs open in your browser right now
5 on my computer, because I only use it for writing
96 on my phone, 99% of that is fanfiction, either ones I want to read but haven't, or want to go back and comment on. I'm a disaster. The only reason it isn't more is because it won't let me have more than 99.
2. The song you are currently loving
Ghost by Gunship feat Powerglove. Been listening to it on repeat for three days.
3. The last text you sent
Reminding my mum when we needed to be somewhere.
4. The last package you got
A dvd of Dune came through the post yesterday. I asked my partner why a dvd and he said it costs £8 for a physical dvd but £20 to stream it. That's ridiculous.
5. The last time you laughed until you cried
I don't know but I was howling after reading this little tumblr exchange.
Also, because I thought this said "last time I cried", adding in the fic that made me sob most recently.
Four out of Five by @octinary
6. The last photo you took
My furry niece Fury sitting on my lap
7. Anything you'd like to tell your followers ?
I've started playing The Witcher 3. I got myself lost in a mine/cave with a horrible spider and only got out from the help of a discord friend. 😅
Tagging if you wanna take part @mimisempai @rins-love-wins @insert-witty-user-name-here @okilokiwithpurpose @ladyofthestayingpower @jesskier @kingeomer @diabla616 @dapandapod
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theunsuspectedmundane · 7 months ago
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Thoughts #18 Ex
After six years I came into my partner's life. But before me, there was another woman in his life. They dated for years. I am never so sure of the exact years because I never really cared. All I know is they broke up around January 2017 (?) after she ruined my bf's family event. She was drunk af and was all over the place, embarrassing him and his whole family in front of other people. But after they broke up their conversation continued but not so constant.
She never really got over him. I mean who would after years of dating and realizing she took him for granted, she could've been living the best life. She cheated on him multiple times, slept with different men, would sneak behind his back and get drunk frequently while other men would touch her and do stuff to her in which I know she gives consent cuz she probably likes it too. She was honestly a major mess (a slut to be specific), all this while they were dating. I don't know what's going on between the course of their relationship but all I can say is that she's disgusting. She took advantage of my partner when he was young. They had a three-year age gap. he was 16 while she was 19 when they started dating. Disgusting, right? She manipulated him into thinking that whatever happens even if she cheated and hurt him, she still loves him and that is what love is. This ex is a groomer. And that makes me sick in the stomach.
Anyways, why did I even blog them to begin with? Well because I accidentally read their previous convos on IG and FB. Their convos on IG were 3 years ago, 2021. They were still flirting after two years of breaking up. She even invited him to hangout while she was pretty much committed to someone already and I'm guessing was already with child. That was cheating. And he tolerated, maybe because he somehow loved her still during those times or he was just bored.
Facebook conversations was not that constant but all throughout 2018-2022 there were conversations from her different accounts (some of which are alter accounts, I know exactly what she was doing, and he too). Convos consists mostly of them trying to send nudes cuz obviously both of them bored; her trying to ask him out to take her to places; reminiscing of their past, but he was obviously just in it because he was horny, most of the topics of the past were just their sex adventures at home and some cheap motel in which are just disgusting to be honest. Her last message was a happy birthday and on July of last year she sent a picture of what I assume is an old photo of a cake he bought for her. On the cake wrote "Love, (insert my partner's name here)". She even added "thank you bes". Why would she do that? To play games? To try and manipulate him? As I have noticed, she started reaching out again after finding out he has already achieved his dream, which is to be a seafarer. She even asked him if he could buy her chocolates or anything. Like, pathetic right? But what would we expect, that's what my bf told me, she was a natural flirt and a notorious cheater. Would do anything to feel validated by boys she flirts with. I mean the more guys who is into her validates her ego, I guess. Honestly, she is not that pretty to begin with so that explains a lot.
Last year, she eventually found out I was dating her ex. Added me on facebook just a few days after we officially announced it. A few hours after I confirmed her request, she posted series of photos of herself. I mean no big deal, right? However, I knew she was stalking. I guess she got insecure. I'm not assuming or being delulu or what, but she hasn't posted any pictures of herself for the past few months. I check her out too of course. I just wanted to know who hurt my partner so much that it traumatized him.
Anyways, months passed. Every 'myday' I post on FB she was always there viewing it. Not one missed. I knew she was probably casually scrolling through 'mydays' however, not one missed? Even my own selfies is being viewed. So what else could that mean. I don't care but I found myself checking it as well every time I post something HAHA.
Long came February. Valentines. My partner and I celebrated that day intimately. No fancy restaurant but full of the love languages we crave for: acts of service, gifts, physical touch, and quality time. Of course I posted that. She viewed it. But the next day, as I noticed, we were no longer friends on facebook. I admit, I unfollowed her like a month before valentines because she's no use being on my timeline, I don't wanna unfriend her anyways but out of sight, out of mind, right?
After reading their previous convos on different platforms, it explains a lot really. Why she was like that. She is still into him, no matter what she says. I just knew it. She's already married and with a kid. However during those times, she was still reaching out to her ex, ranting and reminiscing what could've been between them. Pathetic but, again, I can't blame her. I used to be like that with one of an ex of mine too.
He blocked her already on all his active social media accounts and she had blocked me on facebook as well. I am not sure with twitter tho. But at the back of my mind, what would she do if she noticed she's unblocked? Would she reach out and still try? I really want to unblock her so bad just to see. But I mean what for? To ruin our peace? My partner and I are so happy with what we have now. But I was devoured with what ifs, lately, because I am bored af lol.
I am not threatened, why would I? Not being too airheaded or what, but I know I am prettier and more decent than her. A lot of ways better than her as how others saw it. We're all moving forward, I just wanted to rant what I found out here. That's all. Thanks for reading.
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diamond-coral · 3 years ago
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The Heist- Part One
dark!Steve Rogers x Reader
You were just supposed to rob a government official’s apartment. Not Captain America’s. Right?
Series Warnings: Dark, Rape/Non-Con, kidnapping, strip club stuff, swearing
Chapter Warnings: Mentions of a strip club, swearing, committing crime ig, nothing much really.
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You sure as hell weren’t a criminal. Well- your record would say otherwise, but it’s not like this was your dream profession. You wouldn’t call yourself a criminal. More of a Walmart Robin Hood; stealing from the rich and giving too...well...yourself. Fine. You were a criminal. But a girl had to pay the bills. At least you got to stick it to the man, right?
You let out a sigh while evaluating your life choices. It wasn’t every little girl’s dream to be breaking into houses and apartments for some cash or valuable possessions. Technically, you were an artist by day, going to art school in New York, living the aesthetically pleasing dream of student loans and a sky-high rent that your shifts at the strip club were hardly making a dent in. But hey, at least one time you got to dance for Captain America, even if he was reluctant and a bit shy. You were certain very few women could say the same.
And that’s how you found yourself in the elevator of a cozy apartment complex, traveling upward toward your new objective. Bella, your roommate, literal partner in crime, and the only good thing that came out of socializing with your coworkers at the club, had given you a new lead of a man who was supposedly loaded and yet lived in an accessible and modest living space. He was single, and worked some sort of political job that left his apartment constantly vacant, specifically on the day you planned for your heist. A perfect target. Some corrupt government worker who wanted to live a ‘low profile life’ yet was dumb enough to settle down in a complex who’s only security was a couple cameras and guards. Bella would easily be able to freeze the frames on the cameras for an hour, giving security the false pretense that the hallways were empty and giving you the perfect window to snatch some fancy watches and some cash.
The elevator doors opened right as you received a text message from Bella.
Cameras taken care of. Now go pay our rent ;)
You exited the elevator only to collide with a blonde woman carrying a laundry basket.
“Oh god, I’m so clumsy I’m so sorry!” she exclaimed while bending down to pick up the clothes that had fallen out of the basket.
You bent down to help her collect her clothing. “No, I’m so sorry! That was completely my fault!” You offered a smile as you stood back up, but was met with a calculating gaze as she studied you.
“I’m sorry, are you new around here?” She seemed to catch herself and her demeanor changed. “It’s just, I’ve never seen you around here before.” She gave  a small smile.
“Oh ,I’m just a girlfriend!” you replied. “Just stopping by.”
“Are you Steve’s girlfriend?” she asked while gesturing to the door at the end of the hallway with her head. It was your target’s door. So the political scumbag’s name was Steve. Lovely. “I don’t think he’s home right now.”
Your brain churned out a fast response. “Yeah, I know. Unfortunately for me, he’s always working. I just left my purse, and he gave me his keys to stop by and pick it up.”
“Well I’m just glad he’s found someone with all his work. I know it’s been hard for him.”
The two of you exchanged one last goodbye smile before she stepped into the elevator.
“I’m Sharon by the way. And you are...?”
“Olivia,” you replied, the fake name came out as a second nature as the elevator doors closed.
You let out the breath you’d been holding. 
“Well that could’ve gone worse,” you mutter to yourself as you approach the door at the end of the hallway.
You slipped the lock picker out of your sleeve before checking your surroundings cautiously. A minute after proceeding to insert the pick into the lock, a soft click resounded from the wooden door, and it easily swung open with a turn of the knob.
As you entered through the doorway, you took into account the little bits of vintage decoration that was dispersed amongst more modern furniture. A small Uncle Sam poster, a couple of war antiques, and some old photos with figures that remained unrecognizable in the distance. This government official seemed to have fought either in World War II or Vietnam, probably making him old. You shuddered at the fact you’d called yourself his girlfriend, but Sharon hadn’t seemed to bat an eye. Either way, you didn’t care for antiques, as much as they would have sold for a hefty price. They were probably personal to him and as you walked around, you realized there were quite a few personal items that were no use for you. As you walked into the bedroom a glint from the dresser caught your eyes, and your chest filled with giddiness and excitement as you neared. Three beautiful watches were on display under the mirror that sat atop the dresser. A Cartier that would probably sell for 8,000, a Rolex that would go for 10,000 easily, and then a beautiful older Rolex. With careful hands you snatched up the two newer watches and placed them into the small knapsack you’d been carrying. After consideration, you decided to leave the older one as it probably held a sentimental value and wouldn’t give you as much money as the other two.
You walked around some more, occasionally picking up valuables like solid gold tie clips and little pieces of Stark technology, which you were surprised he had. You had to be filthy rich to support, much less afford, anything made by that war profiteer. You picked up stashes of cash lying around, which seemed to be a lot. This man definitely seemed to use cash more than credit card which wasn’t as common around people your age. As you were rummaging around his study for any pieces of fine art (which you had already gotten two of) or government documents you could sell on the black market, you knocked over a picture frame which had landed on a file that read CLASSIFIED in red letters...right under the six letters that spelled S.H.I.E.L.D. This fucker was a S.H.I.E.L.D official. You were gonna kill Bella for the vague intel.
“Shit I need to get out of here,” you mumbled. Senators and representatives were fine targets, all usually too old and skeevy for you to care about, but a S.H.I.E.L.D. official was dangerous and could get you somewhere worse than jail. Hell, you could’ve accidentally broken into Nick Fury’s place. You were screwed. So screwed. And you needed to get the hell out of this apartment. As you went to put the picture back, you glanced at it, before doing a double take and squinting at it in the dark room. Oh. This was much worse than accidentally breaking into Nick Fury’s place.
The two men laughing with an arm around each other in war uniforms with an arm around one another was innocent enough until you could finally make out their faces. Steve Rogers an easy enough one to make out, especially considering you were on his lap a couple weeks ago, and James Buchanan Barnes looked practically unrecognizable without a murderous glare on his face.
“No,” you muttered before quickly placing the picture back down. 
You once again assessed your surroundings. It all made sense. The subtle 1940’s vibe, the war antiques. Bella had said he did work for the government and that wasn’t a lie. In the corner of the room you spotted a large circular leather case that was partially unzipped. Through the slight opening of the brown leather, the red, blue, and glinting bright silver was unmistakable.
“No, no, no, fuck,” you muttered frantically as you checked your watch. You still had 38 minutes before the security cameras in the hall unfroze. That was enough time to put everything you stole back. You’d much rather work open to close shifts at the club every day for three months straight than get fucked over by Captain Fucking America. 
You scrambled out of the study, moving to the living room first to put back the authentic paintings. You grabbed a stool from the high bar counter in the kitchen so you could rehang the medium sized work of art. Your mind was racing. This had to be karma for all the horrible shit you’d done in the past. God decided he had enough of your delinquent shenanigans and set you marching straight into the arms of America’s righteous hero. As you finished hanging the painting you spun around on your heel, completely forgetting you were on a wobbly wooden stool. Your heart stopped for a moment before you regained your footing. Carefully climbing down the stool, you almost missed the subtle turn of a lock coming from the door.
Oh you were so done for. Your limbs flew everywhere as you scrambled to the bedroom, sliding under the bed right as you heard the door open. The rumble of Steve Roger’s voice was clear as he talked on the phone and it cut through the walls from the living room.
“Well yea Buck, obviously Tony’s gonna be a little cold toward you. Not that I blame him. I’m just thankful he didn’t start an entire civil war over it. I guess it’s just a good thing we’re not war criminals.” He let out a chuckle before pausing. “Hey Buck? Yeah. I’m gonna have to call you back.” Another pause and you heard some rummaging around. “Why? I think my apartment was just broken into. I gotta go down to security. Yeah, thanks bud.” 
Steve hung up and you heard some angry muttering as he walked into his room. From under the bed you saw his tennis shoes and dark jeans as he paced at the foot of the bed. You covered your mouth to stop your anxious breathing, afraid he’d hear you from your hiding spot. 
The few minutes he spent in his room felt like eternity before he stomped out and you heard the opening and closing of another door as he exited the apartment. You crawl out from under the bed, your head spinning as you attempted to think of a way out of your predicament.
The window.
Quickly and quietly, you stood up and made your way to his bedroom window, looking out for a fire escape and letting out an annoyed huff when you saw none.
‘Maybe there’s one for the living room window,’ your brain chimed.
You rushed to the living room, scooping up the two watches and your empty knapsack on your way, and almost screamed with joy at the sight of the fire escape next to the window. Your fingers curled around the bottom of it and give it a sharp tug up, opening it just enough for you to squeeze through. 
Just as you were about to lift your leg over the ledge and climb down the stairs to sweet sweet freedom, being able to forget about everything that ever happened tonight, a large hand wrapped around the back of your neck and wrenched you back with such force that you tumbled backwards and landed on your butt.
He was massive. Six feet of pure muscle towered over you as you trembled from your position on the floor. He squatted down, resting his elbows on his knees as he took you in, blue eyes practically cutting through the darkness, and you let out a small whimper.
“Didn’t your mother ever tell you stealing is wrong?”
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missymurphy1985 · 3 years ago
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The Premiere
The Premiere of Peaky Blinders, Series 6. You've had a secret lust for your co-star for the last 10 years, would this be your last chance to finally get your way with him?
This was a request from @noctvrnalmoth
Taglist - @queenshelby @peakyscillian @ntmynouis @margoo0 @being-worthy @janelongxox
Lights flashing, cameras clicking, paparazzi calling your name left right and centre... God you hated premieres. But you plastered your game face on and gave the what they wanted like the good little actress you were. Series 6 of Peaky Blinders was premiering in Broad Street, Birmingham, appropriate as the series was based in the city - it felt right that that's where the final premiere should be.
You heard the crowd of fans behind you suddenly go wild as a car pulled up to the red carpet and the man himself stepped out of it. Your breath caught in your throat as you suddenly remembered the cameras were on you, and you quickly switched your game face back on. You couldn't hide the cheesy grin though, as Cillian Murphy stood smiling for the cameras. He made his way to the group of fans be happily signed a few autographs and took a few selfies with them. Thanking each of them for coming out, he waved and made his way over to you.
"Hey Ada," he smiled in his Brummie accent, knowing it made you laugh when he called you by your character's name.
"Tommy Shelby has arrived I see, did you leave Cillian in the hotel room?" He snaked an arm over your shoulder and you posed for more pictures together. Rumours had abounded for the last ten years of a romance behind the scenes between you, but none of them were true. You were good friends, that was all, no matter how much more you wanted.
"He was cramping my style Ada, can't have that at a premiere can we?" You giggled as he squeezed your shoulder, before reverting back to his Irish accent. "Reckon they've got enough photos, it's fucking brass knuckles out here!" He led you both into the hall where a waiter stood with a tray of champagne glasses. He took two and handed one to you. Clinking your glasses together in a toast.
"Here's to the end," he smiled, a touch of sadness in his eyes.
"It's been one hell of a ride though Cill, we've had a blast haven't we?"
"That we have y/n, that we have. Let's go cringe watching ourselves on camera, yeah?"
"Let the clenching begin!" You linked an arm with his and made your way into the auditorium together to the waiting interviewers.
Sitting on a chair each, the two of you glanced at each other and smiled. Both of you hated these promo interviews at premieres but at least you were doing this one together. Answering the questions as professionally as possible, the interviewer suddenly changed the topic to a more, personal, one.
"You must have seen the rumours flying around about the two of you in recent years?"
Cillian shrugged as you tried to hide your blush with a hand, pretending to laugh.
"There will always be rumours like that when co-stars of the opposite sex have chemistry onscreen - we've learned to let it go." Cillian always had an answer for it.
"It's a weird one though, I mean, I play his sister, you'd think the rumours would be about you and Tash, or Annabelle!" You smiled, your eyes meeting Cillian's. Did he just glance down at your cleavage?
"Tumblr has gone WILD about the two of you, fan made stories about you making out in secret onset, sneaking off together? Clear it up for us now - is there any truth to them?" The interviewer probed, hoping for some kind of sexy exclusive. Cillian's famous eyebrow raise quickly followed.
"If there was, we wouldn't admit it would we? The whole point of 'sneaking around' would mean it was a secret, wouldn't it? Be pointless to ruin the illusion now.." he smirked. The interviewer was stunned. So were you - you'd never done anything of the sort.. what was he doing? The papers would go wild with this tomorrow! You hid your face in your hands and snorted. He wasn't having the upper hand in this.
"He wouldn't stand a chance anyway." You smirked.
"Is that so y/n?" He turned to look at you. "These blue eyes didn't make you weak at the knees when we were filming? The strong jawline not having the Tommy Shelby effect?" Those blue eyes were staring you down now, you had no words. Just then the bell rang to signal the end of interviews - the premiere of the new series was about to begin in the auditorium. The interviewer was still slightly agog - what exactly had he just witnessed here?
"That was amazing wasn't it? They did an incredible job editing it all, just brilliant!" You gushed as you and Natasha left the auditorium.
"Not bad at all!! I'm gutted we won't be filming together again though y/n.." she hugged you tight. "And I'm sure Cillian will miss you too." She smirked, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh god don't you start, those rumours have been plaguing me for years!! We're just friends Tash!" She nodded, still smirking, and glanced behind you, seeing Cillian making his way over.
"I'll see you at the party, yeah?" She made her way to the casino next door where the after-party was being held.
Two strong hands clipped your waistline making you jump, nearly spilling your champagne.
"Too easy y/n," Cillian chuckled.
"Asshole," you laughed, slapping his arm playfully. He smiled and, arm over your shoulder again, he walked with you to the casino.
"I'm not staying long y/n, so I'll say it now yeah?" He ordered the two of you a drink at the bar and turned to face you. The loud music drowning out most of the noise. You couldn't hear him very well.
"What?"
"I said, I'm not staying long y/n! I need to tell you something." Louder now, bending down to talk into your ear. Your drinks arrived and you made your way to a slightly quieter corner.
"Should I be worried Cill?"
"Maybe.." your breath caught again. "See, you know those rumours? The ones about us basically fucking behind the scenes?" Your cheeks burned.
"Oh those? Um.. yeah.. what about them?" He cleared his throat, bending to whisper loudly in your ear.
"Didn't you ever wish they were true?" You pulled back. The fuck did he just say?
"What?!" You nearly dropped your drink from the sudden movement.
"Just once, didn't you ever just wonder what could've happened?" His blue eyes so dark, looking right into yours.
"Listen, I'm not asking for a relationship, god knows neither of us need that right now, but this is the last time I'm gonna get this opportunity before we part ways for good. Meet me on floor 7 in 15 minutes. Room 712. If you don't come, I'll know the answer. If you do... Well..." He squeezed your hip, downed his drink and walked away. You stood in shock for a minute, collecting your thoughts. Okay, so he was right about one thing - neither of you were interested in a relationship. This would be a one time thing, no strings attached, which suited you down to the ground.. yes you found him impossibly attractive, but you both just came out of very high profile serious relationships... Maybe a quick fling wasn't such a bad idea? Get it out your systems, move on... You downed your own drink and left the party. What room was it again....
Room 712. The door was slightly ajar. You checked your watch - 18 minutes. You knew he was a stickler for timekeeping but you couldn't resist being a little late. Without knocking, you pushed the door open to find an empty room. Shit... Being late wasn't such a good idea now... Quickly scanning the room, you saw the ensuite door emitting steam from it. He's in the shower... This could work... Opening the door you saw his outline through the shower door, rinsing his hair under the hot water. You quickly slipped your dress to the floor, along with your underwear, and slowly eased yourself into the shower with him, quietly. You snaked your hands over his firm waist and he jumped, turning to face you, wiping water and soap out of his eyes.
"Too easy, Cill." He composed himself and smiled.
"So you did come then?"
"Well, not yet, but I'm hoping you could help with that?" You smirked, and looked down to see his erection already forming.
"Wanna let me get out first?"
"Nope, no need. There's plenty of room in here..." You sank to your knees and took him into your mouth.
"Ah... Fuck me..." He gasped as you sucked him to full erection.
"Now now, Mr Murphy, we'll get to that part soon enough..." Taking him back in, your tongue swirling around the tip, teeth gently scraping the underside of his cock. Sinking his head down, and backing into the shower wall, allowing the water to cascade over your back, he watched as you expertly sucked him, groaning into his shaft and cupping his balls lightly, giving them a sharp tug now and again. He couldn't take much more and lifted you to your feet.
"I'm not finishing in your mouth y/n.. I have a much better destination for it..." He knew you were on birth control, you'd spoken about it before when you were both going through yours respective breakups. Both of you also getting your checks done after your partners had cheated on you. All clean and ready to go.
Moving you against the wall of the shower, he angled the water away slightly, pressing his lips to yours. Snaking a hand down between your legs he was impressed to find you already wet for him. Smiling against your lips, he slowly inserted a finger deep inside, causing your hips to buck against him.
"Yes... Cillian yes..." Pushing a second finger in, he tipped them up and towards him slightly, catching hold of that sweet spot inside. You jumped again.
"Too easy y/n..." You couldn't help your hips rocking against his fingers, groaning deeply as he fucked you with them, picking up the pace. Your orgasm built quickly and he felt your walls clenching, but he quickly removed them and lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, he pushed his hard length into you. Your mouth opened wide with a loud groan as it hit that magical spot on the first thrust, and you screamed his name as your orgasm finally hit, Cillian pounding into you as you called his name. You just prayed the room next door was empty...
He tangled his hands into your hair as he continued thrusting up into you, your nails were clawing his shoulders as you moaned loudly - a second release quickly building.
"Need to move, my legs are killing me!" He groaned into your neck, and begrudgingly lifted you off him, keeping your legs round his waist as he turned the shower off and carried you into the main room. Sitting in the chair, he sat you back on his lap, a leg either side of him
"Want me to ride you Cill?" He nodded as you ground your hips against him, not taking him inside you just yet. If this was the only chance you had to do this, you were making it last as long as possible.
"Fuck.. don't tease me y/n..."
"Want me to ride that big cock of yours Cillian? Bounce up and down, back and forth, round and round.." your hips mimicking your words making him gasp. Your mouth teasing his now, tongue tracing his lips. He kept moving to kiss you fully but you kept pulling back.
"Jesus y/n..." You sank down onto him, taking him inside you. Riding him hard, your second orgasm burning inside desperate for release. He pushed you back slightly and moved your fingers down to your own clit. "Rub it... Wanna watch you..." You happily complied, head thrown back in pure ecstacy as you rode both him and your fingers to your orgasm. Shuddering with the release, feeling your juices coat him, he picked you up again and lay you down on the double bed, relentlessly pounding into you now while you clutched at his back, nails surely drawing blood now. He was like a man possessed, harder than he'd ever been before.
"That's it... That's it... Fuck... Cillian!" You were screaming his name as he grunted against your neck.
"Gonna cum y/n... Fuck..." With a loud groan followed by your name he came hard, filling you completely as a third orgasm took you along with him. Pulling out slowly, catching his breath, he remained on top of you.
"My shoulders are fucking shredded y/n..." He laughed, feeling the sting from where your nails had scratched him.
"Sorry... You were just too good..." You breathed, still coming down from your high. He rolled onto his back and pulled you into his arms. You lay there silently for a while, playing with his chest hair.
"That was worth the wait.." he smiled and kissed the top of your head. All you could do was nod, words suddenly becoming impossible. You'd never been fucked that good before in your life.
"Let's make a deal," he tilted your face up to look at him, gently leaning down to kiss your lips. "If we work together again in the future, and we're both single, we do this again. What do you say?" You smiled. You were worried for a second he was going to profess his undying love for you - definitely not what you wanted from this.
"Deal. Hey, there might be a role for me in the movie yet," you winked, biting your lip. He smirked down at you and rested his head back on the pillow.
"Can't wait." You sat up to get ready to leave, you both knew you couldn't stay. One of you had to go back to the party so as not to arouse too much suspicion.
"This was fun, right? And we're okay?"
"Yes, and yes. All good. Stay in touch? No matter what?" He watched you get dressed and fix your hair, reapplying your lipstick.
"Definitely." You leaned over him to steal a final kiss, and headed out the door smiling, both of you silently praying Ada had a place in the movie, and vowing to remain single for the foreseeable future.
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somethingthatsaysbubbles · 3 years ago
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THE RIPPING CASE OF MS. DELIA RODWICK | Chapter Seven: I’m Here
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WARNINGS BY CHAPTER: MINORS DNI. 18+ ONLY. Smut. Sex. Oral Sex (Reader Receiving). Vaginal Fingering. Penetrative Sex (Penis in Vagina). Unprotected Sex. Dom!Reader. Sub!Laszlo. Possessive Language. Explicit and Enthusiastic Consent. Body Worship. Breast Kink. Praise Kink. Size Kink. Minor Creampie/Breeding Kink. Foot Kissing. Discussions of Sexual Experience/Inexperience. Mentions of Canonical Disability. Brief Mentions of Canonical Character Death. 
Word Count: ~3.1K
Fandom: The Alienist
Pairing: Laszlo Kreizler x AFAB GN!Reader
Insert Guide: (Y/N) = Your Name.
Translations: Szerelmem = “My love” in Hungarian. Drágám = “My darling” in Hungarian.
A/N: Thank you so much for all of the love and support! As always, let me know if you catch a typo, missed warning, or you would like to be added to the taglist. In this chapter, the reader alludes to having past sexual experiences with both men and women. I apologize for any historical inaccuracies. Enjoy!
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When you entered your alienist’s bedroom, you were surprised by how sparse it was. Aside from a wardrobe, two twin nightstands, and a fancifully ornate, four-poster bed—Laszlo’s room was oddly empty. No photos. No knickknacks. Every expensive item was as depersonalized as possible. In some way, that makes sense, you thought. He spends most of his time at the institute, and he hasn’t had any sexual partners to impress—or, I think he hasn’t…
You hummed tenderly, twirling on your toes as you took in the room’s scant furnishings—your mind fixating on the fact that you didn’t know much about Laszlo’s history as a lover. “I’ve never seen your room,” you observed as he sat stiffly on the edge of his bed. Almost all of his clothes were on, and his leg bounced anxiously as you laid a clean cloth and bowl on the nearby nightstand. “I like it,” you purred. “It’s very you.”
Laszlo winced, wringing his hands. “Broken?”
“Beautiful,” you replied, resting a glass of water in the good doctor’s hand. “Warm. Welcoming, and just a little too serious,” you cooed, kissing Laszlo’s cheek. Giggling, you watched your gloomy lover’s face flush cherry-red—nipping his chin before laying out the candles you collected. 
Smiling softly to yourself, you decorated Laszlo’s bedroom in a way that reminded him of the nights he spent hiding from his father under a blanket fort—reading Romeo and Juliet. However, where the alienist’s adolescence was often filled with fear, all he felt as you roamed about his bedroom lighting candles was...longing. Laszlo sighed as your seashell-white, satin robe danced about your bare ankles—his heart aching at the sight. Forcibly swallowing a sip of water, he whispered, “You’re too good to me.” 
Laszlo’s soft voice stopped you in your tracks, and you lit your last candle before quickly crossing the room—taking his head into your hands. Tilting his face up, you guided his gaze to yours—frowning at the cavernous, clawing self-hatred that hid behind his eyes. “I’m just good enough,” you said, running your hands through his hair. “You deserve every ounce of love in existence.” Laszlo swallowed, leaning forward to rest his forehead on your stomach—too soul-weary to argue. 
You smiled sweetly, kissing the top of Laszlo’s head before taking his water-glass—setting it on the nightstand. “Before we do this,” you offered, massaging the muscles in his neck—kneading your way down to the buttons on his shirt. “Have you ever been with anyone else?”
Laszlo’s eyebrows furrowed, fighting back an insecure frown. “No,” he stuttered, a scoff caught between his teeth. “I thought that was obvious.”
“I didn’t want to assume,” you assured Laszlo, marking his Adam's apple with a quick kiss. “In any case, the only wrong answer to that question is an insincere one.”
After a moment’s hesitation spent thinking over your easy acceptance of his inexperience, Laszlo nodded and helped you shrug off his shirt. “Have you ever…?” 
“Yes,” you said, sinking to your knees—laying Laszlo’s foot on your lap in order to unbutton his shoe. “Some men. Some women,” you teased languidly, laughing at the curious look that fell over his face. Focusing your eyes on your hands, you freed his right foot from its simple, woolen sock. “Though none of them were kind or caring,” you mumbled. Your throat tightened, threatened by the prospect of opening old wounds; you looked up at Laszlo, firmly kissing the top of his foot—pressing your thumb against his arch. “None of them were like you.” 
The good doctor gulped down a deep, shuddering breath as you switched your fingers to his other foot. “I was in love once before, but...”
“John told me,” you admitted, laying a careful kiss on Laszlo’s instep. Smiling shyly, you said, “I think he realized our love for each other before we did, and he was worried. He didn’t want me to break your heart.” 
Laszlo scoffed restlessly, rolling his eyes. “I’m not a child—”
“—I know that, and so does John.” Holding his ankle in your hands, you caressed your lover’s lower calf as you continued, “That doesn't mean that we can’t care about you.” You chuckled. “Having loved ones means relying on them, Laszlo. You’re allowed to let people love you.”
Laszlo looked away, blushing bashfully under your understanding gaze. “Forgive me.” He cleared his throat before continuing, “Being vulnerable is—” 
You watched, frowning as Laszlo tried and failed to find the right words to unravel his feelings. “I know,” you offered, your hands holding his as a teasing glee took over your face.
 How many times have I said that to him?
Judging by the playful glint in your alienist’s eye, Laszlo was thinking the same thing. “How much do you know,” he asked, the corner of his anxious smile slowly tilting up into a timid grin.
Placing his shoes aside, you stood between Laszlo’s legs and let your fingers play with the dark smattering of hair that decorated his chest. “Enough to teach you a thing or two, Dr. Kreizler.”
Laszlo blushed as your lips met his, your fingers freeing the button on his trousers. His hands held tight to your shoulders as you helped him out of his pants before taking a step back to admire him. There was a gentleness to the good doctor’s body—a softness that stuck you like warm, summer rain. His skin excited you—decorated as it was with dark, delicate moles—designs of earthen starlight dancing across his skin. Your mouth watered, wanting to embrace every inch of him—to lay your head on his stomach and sink your nose into the trail of hair that usually hid behind his trousers—to trap the saccharine silk of his nipples between your teeth. You wanted to mar him, mark him in every way that he wanted. You wanted to worship him until his horrible self-hatred evaporated like early morning fog.
 Laszlo’s left arm was certainly stronger than his right, but the reality of his weaker arm—his “broken wing” as someone once called it—confused you. His right arm was attenuated, held tighter to his body than its twin, but there was nothing broken about it. There was nothing broken about him. All of Laszlo—from his beautiful, honey-brown eyes to the thick cock that hung heavy between his legs—was brilliant, bewitching, and absolutely—
“—Breathtaking,” you whispered, your eyes wide with awe. Laszlo said nothing, knowing by now that it was pointless to try and oppose you. You trapped your lip between your teeth, your toes curling as a hot pulse of heady desire settled between your thighs—singing along your spine. You slid your fingers under the fastening of your robe—wrenching it free. “Laszlo,” you said softly, an unsure edge lacing your voice as you let your robe fall to the floor—baring the entirety of your body to your lover’s gaze. 
If it wasn’t for how you longed for Laszlo’s approval, you would have laughed over how anxious you were about your own nakedness—how needy he made you. Just like in The Water Lily Room, you wanted the alienist’s eyes on you; you hungered for his hands, his mouth—his cock. You craved him, your body burning. You wanted him to ruin you for anyone else that dared demand your attention. You wanted to be Laszlo’s, only Laszlo’s, for as long as he let you love him. 
Knees wobbling, you slowly strode forward—your eyes staying locked on Laszlo’s face. “Like what you see,” you asked, an apprehensive edge to your teasing tone. 
Laszlo nodded, his tongue peeking out between his teeth—laving across his bottom lip as he reached for you. “Yes,” he said. “God. Yes, drágám.” You sighed as his hands cupped your hips, holding you closer—your nipples hardening against his chest. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, and—in the dim, dancing candlelight—your lips locked with Laszlo’s; your thoughts grew hazy under the feeling of there being no barriers left between your ravenous bodies. 
Laszlo’s lips moved from your mouth to your throat, his hungry hands kneading the sacred swell of your hips and thighs. “May I touch you,” he moaned into the crook of your neck, and you nodded—your cunt calling his name. 
“Please,” you whimpered, burying your fingers in his beard—panting at the mere thought of his hands playing in your wet heat. “Please, Laszlo. Please. I need you.”
The good doctor grunted around one of your nipples as his left hand slid between your legs. Gasping, your back bowed—arching as Laszlo dragged his fingers through your folds—caressing your clit. You weaved your hands into his hair, tugging harshly as he circled you—your lovely, little bundle of nerves throbbing against his fingertips. His mouth pulled off you with an obscene pop, and he trailed his tongue along the curve of your breast—whimpering as he watched his hand move between your legs. “You’re so wet,” he moaned, baffled by the idea that he brought you pleasure. 
You laughed breathlessly. “I to-old youOhGod,” you mewled, rocking your hips against Laszlo’s hand. “I told yoummmm, you’re go-orgeous—nnuu-uugh!” A loud, long moan ripped through your throat as his middle finger curled into you. “Laszlo,” you cried, hiding your head in his shoulder—sucking on any skin your lips could latch onto. 
“I want,” Laszlo whispered, a tortured whimper working past his teeth. “I want to taste you.” Moving your mouth away from his throat, you looked into your lover’s eyes—his burnt-earth irises swallowed by desire. “Please,” he moaned. “May I taste you?”
Reaching between your bodies, you halted Laszlo’s hand long enough to allow you a moment to get your mind together. “Ho-ow do you want me?”
Laszlo’s eyes flicked eagerly over your face. “On our bed,” he offered. 
Our bed. Your heart hammered under Laszlo’s hands, and you cupped his cheeks as you kissed him properly—pouring all of yourself into him. 
“I love you,” you whispered, laying yourself out under your lover. 
“I love you,” your alienist answered, placing a pillow under your head as you spread your legs—making him lose all presence of mind. Laszlo looked over the most sensitive parts of you with all the delicate desperation of a man told to run without ever walking. 
“Do you know what you’re doing, Dr. Kreizler,” you teased, growing slicker under the good doctor’s sweetly stunned gaze. 
Laszlo laughed as he lowered himself onto his chest, holding his weight on his left forearm. Hooking your legs over his shoulders, he rested his right hand reverently along your outer thigh—his thumb fondling your heated flesh. “Theory,” he ventured, “is quite different from practice.” 
Reaching down, you pushed an errant curl out of your alienist’s face. “Don’t worry about doing it right,” you said, smiling. “Just play, and don’t be disappointed, if I don’t—” 
Laszlo cut you off, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking softly. “Oh,” you moaned, your mouth falling open as your eyebrows furrowed. “Ho-ow,” you pleaded as he pressed his tongue inside you—a deep, satisfied sound reverberating through Laszlo’s throat as you threw your head back—your chest heaving. 
“Laszlo!OhGod—La-aszlo!” Your lover’s teeth teased your clit before his lips wrapped around you once more, his beard scratching your skin—the sweet sensation coursing like lighting through your burning body. 
Good, was all your empty mind could manage. So good. One of your hands held the back of Laszlo’s head—bringing his mouth in tighter against your aching cunt. As you whimpered, your other hand wandered up to the pillow he put under your head—white-knuckling its soft, cotton casing. 
“Clo-ose,” you panted, pleasure coiling deep in your core—bliss building like a wave in the distance. Your toes curled against Laszlo’s spine as if his skin was made of wet sand, pulling itself out from under your feet. “OhLa-aszlo—” 
The muscles in your pelvis pulsed and tightened—a strong, sturdy nail rotating into a weak, weather-warped floorboard. Laszlo’s fingers found yours, anchoring you to the bed as your back arched. His mouth moved feverishly—a series of soft, saccharine moans stinging his throat. You cried out, the floorboard shattering under the needy weight of the nail—the wave crashing down and crushing you into the sand. “Laszlo!” Your vision went white, color crackling behind your eyes—a fireworks show on a waning, winter night—the final note of “Liebestod” echoing in your ears. “My love,” you whimpered, holding his hands tightly—tugging on them until he crawled up to your lips. 
The weight of Laszlo’s chest against yours hushed the hiccupping jolts that thrummed through your body as you floated back into his arms. “I never knew it could feel like that,” you slurred, and his mouth met yours in a grateful, giving kiss.
“That was…” Laszlo hummed, taking a moment to rack his mind for the right word. “Prodigious,” he sighed, sliding the tip of his nose along your neck. You giggled, wrapping your arms around him while his beard—wet with your arousal—chaffed your cheeks. “Szerelmem.”
“Laszlo,” you moaned, your breath brushing over your lover’s kiss-swollen lips. “Make love to me,” you begged, your blunted nails dragging down his back. “Please?”
Laszlo gasped, grunting as you rolled your hips against his. “Are you sure?”
Cupping his cheeks, you hooked your legs over Laszlo’s thighs—hissing as his hard cock pressed against your pussy. “Please. I’ve never been so sure of anything, ever in my life.” Reaching between you, your hand took hold of his cock—lining him up with an eager nod. “I need you.”
Laszlo reddened, resting his hips on yours with a heady moan. “Te-ell me,” he tried to choke out. “Tell me if you need me to stop—”
“—I will.”
“The last thing I want to do is hurt you.”
“You won’t,” you cooed, caressing Laszlo’s cheeks as your forehead found his. “I love you.”
“And I love you.” For a moment, it was silent as you simply looked into each other’s eyes. Both of your breaths mingled in a delicate dance between your lips. Laszlo’s eyes sparkled under the stars caught in the room’s candlelight. He purred your name like an evening prayer, like poetry, and—as you opened your mouth to murmur his—he moved. 
You choked as Laszlo’s thick cock slowly stretched you open. “So tight,” he moaned, hiding his heated face between your breasts. You answered him with an unabashedly broken moan; your body felt like it was on fire, your fingernails capturing the comets hidden in Laszlo’s starlit skin. Your right hand reached up, shaking against his scalp—your legs wrapping around his hips. You pressed your heels against his upper thighs, pulling him into you as your left hand held onto the curve of his ass.
“La-aszlo,” you whimpered. “Ohmylove—” 
The good doctor groaned in your shoulder, the sweet sound living and dying in his chest as he bottomed out inside you. “(Y/N).” Laszlo looked you over, tears building behind his eyes as he struggled to let you adjust to his size.
“You’re big,” you huffed, a halcyon breath of laughter brushing your lover’s lips. “God, you’re so bi-ignuuugh—” 
You whimpered, your walls fluttering—your body slowly relaxing around Laszlo. “Mo-ove,” you begged. “I need you to move.”
Laszlo looked over your face with wide-eyed worry before you pleaded again, promising that you were alright. His hips hesitantly retreated from yours, and you moaned—biting your lip while Laszlo sucked a mark into the skin under your ear. With an eager gasp, he sheathed himself inside you—stroking that spongy spot that made you ache with pleasure. The pace he set was unskilled, but beautiful—caught between taking his time and wanting to ravage you. He was careful with your body and committed to your bliss. The alienist honored you; he worshipped you with all of the faith he left behind long ago in the church. Each delicious, experimental drag of his cock made you breathless under the burden of his attention. He adjusted himself with ease to your needs, listening to you—loving you in a symphony of sighing bed springs.
“La-aszlo, I needmmm—a-angle your hips,” you keened. “Upwardnuu-uugh, please—”
Laszlo grunted, gasping against your throat. “Like this—”
“—Yes! Ohgodye-es,” you mewled. “Laszlo, my lo-ove—”
“Yours,” he moaned. “All yours.”
Your voice grew ragged from your repeated cries, your fingers fisting Laszlo’s sweat-slick hair and clawing at his ass. He swayed above you, struggling to keep his body supported on only one arm. “La-aszlo,” you whispered in warning, and he shook his head in response.
“I’m fine,” your lover hissed, breathing heavily between your breasts. 
You huffed. “So stubborn.” Unwrapping one of your legs from Laszlo’s waist, you heaved your hips upward—unbalancing him enough to switch positions. You giggled as the good doctor landed on his back with a squawk of surprise, and you situated yourself on your lover’s lap—his cock sitting still inside you. “Tell me where you want my hands.”
Laszlo opened his mouth to answer, but you emptied his mind by moving. “Oh!” His right hand settled on your slowly rolling hips, his left reaching for your chest.  “Anywhere. E-everywhere. Szerelmem.”
“Sa-aythatagain,” you breathed, bouncing on his cock.
“Szerelmem,” Laszlo crooned, his voice cracking—a few tangled hairs clinging to his temple—a crown of brown, bearded irises.
“Louder,” you demanded, driving your hips down hard against his—the bed’s massive, mahogany headboard chomping into the wall.
Laszlo yelped, his fingers burning bruises into your skin. “Szerelmem!” His hips heaved under you, making you moan.
“Good boy,” you purred, pressing Laszlo’s right hand to your lips. You sucked his fingers into the wet, waiting heat of your mouth, and he choked on his tongue.
“O-ohGod, I’m—” 
The muscles in your alienist’s abdomen tensed, and you forgot about his fingers—bringing your own to the apex of your thighs. Caressing your clit roughly, you rode him as hard as you could—chasing your end. “Cu-umforme,” you cried. “Laszlo, cum for me! I nee-ed you to fill me—” 
The sound of your lover’s name, leaving your lips—so louche and lovely—was what unmade him. Laszlo lost himself with a silent scream, burying his head between your breasts. His hands held you as close to him as they could, his thighs twitching under you as you followed him easily over the edge—your fingers fumbling their way into his hair. Your hands tugged hard as your toes curled, and Laszlo groaned—long and low—as the warm, sticky wetness of him filled you. 
“Laszlo,” you cooed as you slowly came down.
Your alienist exhaled, breathy and broken, as he clung to you—his hips rutting restlessly against you as he emptied himself. Floating somewhere far above Laszlo’s bed, you realized he was sobbing—his face pressed flush against the flesh above your heart. His entire body trembling with the weight of his wracking cries. “My love,” you managed to croak out in your post-coital haze, pulling his anguished face away from you. “I’m here.” He hiccupped, and you hushed him—peacefully petting his cheeks and hair. “I’m here,” said, softly sweeping your thumbs under his eyes. “Breathe. I’m here.”
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sweeethinny · 3 years ago
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Hi, Sweet! Ooh, thank you so much for sending me a prompt, I'm working on it! If you could please write "Just close your eyes. I will still be here when you open them again" for any ship, my only request is that it's in some kind of AU. I love your AUs!
Sorry for the delay Mah, hope you like this Jily Muggle AU <3
Ps: for those who don't know, Valentine's Day is celebrated on the 12th of June in Brazil, and in June we have what we call the 'June Party', where it's time to exalt Brazilian folklore, and - for those who are Catholics - is the month of June Saints, the saints who baptized Jesus.
This month, there are parties where people go dressed as hillbillies, there is a lot of food, depending on the party, drinks, a lot of dancing, and it is for many the best time of year.
Couples tend to go matching, always wearing plaid clothes, with lace, ruffles and patches, and usually women braid their hair, paint their cheeks pink and men - for those who don't - paint a fake beard on their faces. They also wear a straw hat, and everything is very colorful.
A typical outfit for you, you understand more or less how it is <3 - HERE and HERE
I hope you all like it, I always like to insert a little of my culture in the fanfics <3
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"Just close your eyes. I will still be here when you open them again" He said, kneeling in front of her.
"Unfortunately," she said, but there was a smile on her face, a smile that James thought was adorable, and it matched her sun-rosy cheeks and the flaming strands of hair that fell over her face.
“I'll pretend to believe you.” He smiled, grimacing when she threw up again, what now felt like just water. "I'll never let you drink again."
"I never want to drink again," Lily laid her head on the toilet seat, her eyes almost closed and stared at James as if she was unable to focus her vision but was trying. The noise from the backyard party was still loud, but inside, the two of them on the bathroom floor, the silence was comforting.
"Famous last words." He shrugged, wanting to laugh but feeling sorry for her, who looked like she wanted to throw up some more. "Evans, you better pull yourself together, or I'll have to take you to the hospital, and I think it's the last place you want to go." James raised his eyebrows, wanting her to remember exactly where they were.
The idea at first was good; a weekend among friends at James' grandparents' farm, abusing every last drop of trust his parents had in him and Sirius. They promised they'd take care of the house, and it was going to be quiet, but now, when he looks out the window and sees Remus jumping off the roof into the pool, and Peter upside down trying to drink beer, he thinks things have lost a bit the control.
As long as nobody ended up in the hospital and nothing was broken, everything was perfect.
The nearest hospital was over two hours away, and none of them had the ability to drive for so long on a dirt road that it took a lot of concentration not to end up with a mired or overturned car.
"I'll be fine." She settled on the floor, leaning her back against the cool wall behind her and closing her eyes. It took James a lot of concentration to keep his eyes off her perfectly sculpted breasts, gorgeous in that black bikini. Her tanned skin made it difficult.
"Can you get up?" James asked, no longer able to stand being in such a small space with Lily so close to him, even though she had been vomiting less than a minute ago. She nodded and accepted his hand when he reached out.
James helped her wash her face and the back of her neck, trying not to think too much about how hot her skin was and how the scent of sunscreen and Lily blended together perfectly.
"Are you better, Evans?" Sirius appeared just as they walked out of the bathroom, cheeks rosy from the sun and alcohol, hair pulled back in a bun and bathing trunks falling over his hips. He had a smirk on his face, which James thought was the drinking's fault, but when Hestia walked out of the room Sirius had just left, her hair messier than before and her bikini smoothing, James understood what was happened. ‘Or do we need to call for help for you?'
"I'm great, Black." Lily tossed her hair back, as if she wanted to prove her point to him. “Dressing problems, Hess?” The girl was almost to the back door, ready to go unnoticed, but she stopped as soon as she heard her name.
Her cheeks caught fire, but her smile didn't waver.
"Yes, the knot was too tight." Hestia shrugged, pointing to the knot in her tanned back. "Sirius was helping me." James chuckled, noticing when Sirius nodded, trying to look as innocent as possible.
"I'm sure he helped." Lily looked at Sirius, then at Hestia, finally walking towards the door, her ass looking like the hottest thing in the world.
"Careful not to drool, Prongs." Sirius slapped the back of his head, looking like he wanted to wake him up from the perverted dream he was having, his drunken brain imagining everything he could do if Lily stopped looking at him just as a friend.
“You're imagining things, you idiot.” He defended himself, following the three of them outside.
The day was sunny, and even with a little wind, there was a mass of hot air that made them sweaty even when they were standing still. Everyone was sporting a tan/redness from their carelessness, and tomorrow probably wouldn't be so kind to them, but James knew that no one here was caring about tomorrow and the possible side effects of spending too much time in the sun.
It was Sirius who had come up with the idea, after looking tired of hearing complaints from Peter and Hestia about how hot it was and how they wanted to go swimming somewhere. James had blamed him for just organizing this because it was a reason for him to see Hestia in bikinis, because this wasn't the first summer Peter had complained about the heat, but it was the first that the girls had joined their group.
They had met in college, Lily was in the lab with Peter, and Marlene was in the same class as James, and when Remus asked Hestia to have lunch with them, somehow they had all become friends.
It was a unlikely group, James admitted that, but having Marlene, Lily and Hestia around always seemed to make their group much more alive and complete somehow, even though James had never thought they needed more members.
As he sat down on the lounge chair next to Lily, James wondered what she would do if he tried to flirt with her; would she repay or would she push him away and their group would break up? He'd seen how a little shocked she looked when he'd taken off his shirt, but maybe it was the tattoos that had caused it to her.
"I always thought you were too much of a mama's boy for that," she'd said, pointing to his chest, where a constellation was drawn.
Maybe that was just the shock, but James liked to think there was something else, and before she wanted to throw up her guts, he was thinking that Lily was returning the flirting start they were having, sitting by the pool while James gave her his seductive smile.
"Feeling better?" James looked over at her, lying on the lounger with her sunglasses on and her belly white with sunscreen.
"Yes now." Lily sighed. "Sorry I made you see me in that situation."
"Nothing." James shrugged. "I've gotten a lot worse, don't worry…" He took a deep breath, gathering his chest boldly and thanking that his mind was a little clouded by the beer. "Lily, are you going with anyone to Liz's party?"
Liz was a girl who studied with James, they were classmates in the Philosophy class, she was a Brazilian exchange student, and had said that she would have a party to celebrate Valentine's Day on the same date that was celebrated in Brazil, and that it was a party with the themed 'june party', which implied that they dressed in checkered clothes, or round and lace-filled dresses. She had also said that they should go as couples, but for singles, there would be something like a kissing chain or something, James hadn't quite understood.
From the photos she had shown, it looked interesting, and any opportunity to ask Lily out, James was taking it.
"I hadn't thought to go, until now." She turned her head toward him, and James cursed her sunglasses, preventing him from seeing those beautiful green eyes. ‘Are you asking me on a date?
"Could be if you want," He smiled, hoping it was seductive enough.
"Are you asking me on a date after you saw me throw up?" This time Lily lifted her glasses, and her green eyes glared at him, her eyebrow raised and an adorable little smile on her lips.
"I said I've been worse." James bit his cheek, a little anxiously. 'Then? Do you want to be my partner? I can wear a dress if you like, I look really cute in lace.” He winked, just to make her laugh—and she did.
"I want," Lily put her glasses back on, and lay back down. 'Just because I want to see you wearing lace and ruffles… I promise to be a good gentleman and court you.' It was he who laughed now, thinking it was alcohol that made him feel silly like that, laughing at anything she said and with all those butterflies in the stomach.
"Fine, can't wait." He grinned from ear to ear, he would probably have his face torn open if he continued like this, but he was too happy to care.
He was going on a date with Lily Evans.
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your-nerd-is-showing · 4 years ago
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Request for @sassyeahhhh
Hi i really like your work I don't really want to make it awkward but can i request? Levi x female reader fluff smut angst maybe? where she gets hurt and he lashes out (he is also afraid to loose her because of some messed up nightmare?) Ends up with amazing lovemaking and cutesy talk??
It's finally done! I hope I did your request justice!!
PART ONE:
AOT Levi x Reader No Regrets Part 2!!!!
NSFW AFTER PHOTO
Content: Smut
Warnings: unprotected sex, Levi being Levi, sex out in the woods, minors not allowed!
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“(Y/N) you’re an idiot you brat!” Yelled Levi as he brought you into the hospital.
“The bastard took me by surprise Levi it’s really not a big deal I'm-I'm f-ahhhh!” You cried out and grabbed your shoulder crimson leaking everywhere.
“Shut it brat. You need stitches that wound is pretty deep. Let’s move it.”
You were instantly seen by the doctor.
“I can kill a God damn titan but get blindsided by a person.” You laughed as the doctor stitched you up. “That's pretty sad!”
“Stupid you need to be more careful! That could of ended up a lot worse than it did (Y/N).” Levi said scolding you.
“I'm sorry Levi…. I promise I will be more careful.” You smiled at him, the doctor soon had you stitched up and ready to go home with Levi. On the walk home you noticed Levi was being extra cautious and overprotective, it was strange to see him act that way.
Levi hid you under his green Scouts cloak, keeping his strong arm wrapped around your waist he walked home. Levi was vigilant, his eyes darting back and forth being aware of every little movement.
Ever since you both joined the Scouts you and Levi had been making quite a name for yourselves. The Power Couple, Humanities Strongest Soldier and The Titan Slaying Princess. Being so famous you had plenty of men chasing after you even though everyone knew you were with Levi they were still stupid enough to try and make a move on you. The men liked to take Levi on as a challenge they were curious to see how someone so small was so strong and he never lost a fight.
You had known Levi since you were ten years old and from the very beginning he was protecting you. He was sixteen when he rescued you from some evil men trying to sell you into slavery. Since that day he watched over you, trained you, Levi turned you into the woman you were today.
You peeked your head out from under his cloak the Scouts camp was right in front of you, you were almost home.
“Hey! Captain Levi! Captain(Y/N)!” Yelled Hanji.
“Hey Hanji!” You smiled and waved at her.
You and Levi had only been a part of the scouts for six months but you both quickly flew through the ranks, becoming respected far and wide.
“What happened to your shoulder (Y/N)?” She asked.
“Oooooh you know the usual challenger trying to take me away from Levi. This one had a friend and thought they could catch us off guard but it didn’t work!” You boasted.
“No!” Levi butted in. “It was a bad situation(Y/N)! You really could of gotten hurt worse than you did. This is really getting out of hand. I hate all these stupid assholes trying to fight me for you!” He yelled starting to get angry. “Tch. If I knew keeping my promise of protecting you was going to involve all of this I wish I didn’t make it!”
You looked at him upset as tears started to fill your eyes. “Well Captain Levi I never forced you into protecting me! I never forced you into a relationship ether! If you don’t want to do ether anymore that’s just fine I can protect myself!” You ran off into the woods.
“Tch stupid brat.”
You ran through the woods for a while until you came to a clearing with a beautiful lake. You paused and looked around. “Something seems off.” You reached into your boot and pulled out a huge knife. “Whoever you are I know you’re out there! Show yourself!” You yelled.
Three men came out of the woods running at you. “Pfffft pathetic.” You scoffed and pulled a second knife out of your other boot. You ran at the men taking them out like it was nothing. “That was almost too easy. Huh?” You turned around and were tackled down to the ground knocking your knives out of your hands. “Fuck! G-get off me you asshole!” You kicked him in his balls to get him off of you. Your tried to get away but he grabbed your ankle. “What the fuck!” You were only inches away from your knife. “I-I can’t get it!” You struggled trying to get away.
“Where’s your bad ass boyfriend no- gahhhh!” The man screamed out in pain.
“He’s right here you bastard!” Levi kicked the mans face in.
Levi walked over to you and helped you up. “T-thanks Levi….”
“Come on lets head back to the camp (Y/N).”
“Hold it just a minute Levi, you can’t just yell at me like that and think everything is okay! That really hurt my feelings…. Why did you say that to me? If you really feel that way why did we have sex that night?” Your eyes teared up again. “We aren’t even in an official relationship! You never asked me to be your girlfriend! Everyone just assumes we are together, including me!” You started to cry. “All you said was that you dreamed of the day you could fuck me! Typical fucking men ever since I was of age men have just looked at me like a piece of meat! I thought you were different Levi! That’s why I fell in love with you!” You stopped yelling when you realized you blurted out that you were in love with Levi. You stood there a hot crying mess becoming more upset by the second.
Levi stood there looking at you shocked.
“Y-you're not even going to say anything to me!” You wanted to run away again in that moment it was as if Levi read your mind and he grabbed you so you wouldn’t run.
“Don't even think about running brat!”
“And there you go again calling me a damn brat! I’m not a stupid Cadet Levi! I’m your fucking partner there may be a six-year age gap between us and I may only be twenty but I am your equal!” You tried to get out of his grasp but it was no use.
“(Y/N)….” He sighed, you stopped struggling and looked up at Levi. “Listen I'm sorry for the way I behaved I'm just….”
“Just what Levi?” You’re eyes widened in shock. “Levi are you crying?”
“I'm-I’m scared that I'm going to lose you (Y/N)!” He started to cry more. “Ever since we lo-lost Furlan and Isabel on the first scouting expedition I've been having horrible nightmares of you d-dying almost every night! It's driving me i-insane I haven’t had a good nights sleep in months. The dreams they feel so-so real….”
“Levi…” You took his face in your hands and wiped away his tears. “Is that why you have been acting so differently?”
“You could tell?”
You gave him an ‘are you serious look'. “Levi come on it’s me we are talking about here! I know you better than I know myself of course I could tell…. I just didn’t know what was causing you to act this way…. I can’t say I’m complaining either…. Emotions look good on you Levi.” You said teasing him as you poked his nose causing him to blush. “Is the great Levi blushing!?” You giggled.
“Hey don’t make fun of me!” He said turning even redder.
“Darling I’m not making fun of you at all. Scouts honor! You’re quite cute when you blush Levi.” You kissed his cheek.
He looked at you and smiled.
“I love it when you smile Levi.” You kissed his lips.
Levi pulled you in closer deepening the kiss, you parted your lips allowing his tongue access as you moaned out feeling a bulge poke at you. Levi broke the kiss. “(Y/N)?” He looked deep into your eyes.
“Yes Levi?”
He pushed you to the ground and straddled your waist. “Will you be my girlfriend?” He asked you, his steel-blue eyes filled with lust and wonder.
“I thought I already was your girlfriend?” You asked him smugly.
“Well I'm making it official…. So will you be my girlfriend (Y/N)?”
“Of course I will Levi.” You kissed his nose.
He smiled. “Good, now we are official.” He started to unbutton your shirt.
You blushed deeply. “Levi wh-what are you doing?” You squeaked out as he pulled your breast out of your bra gently rolling your nipple between his fingers.
“I was hoping we could have make-up sex?” He said smugly. “Hot passionate make-up sex.” He said before nipping at your nipple. “If that’s okay with you of course?”
You grabbed at his pants. “Of course its okay with me Captain, I’m just surprised you wanna do it out here. Where you can get dirty.”
“Mmmmmm I want to get dirty in more ways than one (Y/N)…. Plus tomorrow is laundry day.” He winked at you.
“Oh Levi how can I say no to you?” You giggled.
“Hmmmm you can’t?” He replied smugly as he unbuttoned your pants.
“Especially when you’re looking at me like that with those bedroom eyes.”
Levi smirked at you as he pulled down your pants and underwear. He looked on in wonder as he exposed you, licking his lips he pressed his palm against your womanhood making your juices leak all over his hand. “My, my, my you’re already so turned on (Y/N).” He took his soaked hand licking your juices off slowly and sensually, his eyes never looking away from you as he inserted two fingers.
“Oh-ohhhhh!” You moaned as Levi pumped his fingers in and out of you. Your body wiggled around as he went faster. “Le-Leviiiiii oooooohhhh-oooooooh!” You looked up through half-open eyes at Levi, his gaze was still fixed on you a huge smile across his face.
“Mmmmmm yes (Y/N) I love the facial expressions you’re making right now Princess.” He took his thumb and started to massage your clit, which sent you over the edge making you moan even louder, getting you wetter by the second. He leaned in ever so gently flicking your clit with his tongue, you shuddered at his touch as he leaned in to tease you again.
“F-fuck Levi, s-stop teasing me!” You growled as you pulled on his raven hair.
“Oh but it’s so much fun too.” He said smugly. “I love the way your body responds to me when I touch it.” He nipped at your inner thighs.
“L-Levi!” Your hips bucked wildly.
He let out a sigh. “Very well Princess.” He kissed your abdomen. “As you wish.” He licked his lips as he went down on you.
You let out a sigh of relief as his tongue finally made contact with your clit. “Ah-ahhh yessss Levi ju-just like that!” You cried out as he swirled his tongue around.
Levi loved to eat you out he loved the way you tasted, the way you grabbed his hair and pushed his face into your soaking core. It turned him on so much to give you all this pleasure and he never expected anything in return.
“Le-Levi I'm-I'm gonna cummmmmm!” You wined out as you released your first orgasm squirting into his mouth.
He licked up every last drop before coming up and wiped his face off before kissing you.
Your hands traveled down towards his pants as you kissed him back you unbuttoned them and pulled out his throbbing member. He moaned into your mouth as you ran your hands up and down his shaft. You hastened the pace making Levi moan louder and louder, turning you on even more as his sweet moans filled the night sky. “It’s like a sweet song listening to you moan Levi.”
“(Y-Y/N-N) please don’t s-stop.” He whimpered.
“If you get off me I can give you even more pleasure.” You said giving him a smug look.
He looked at you raising an eyebrow but complied.
You pushed him down and straddled his waist, kissing him passionately as you slowly bucked your hips grinding against his length. His sweet lewd moans turned you on so much, it was a rare sight to see Levi like this he always loved to be the dominant one so if you could get him to be submissive in any little way you jumped at it. The only way you knew how was to go down on him.
Levi broke the kiss and looked at you his face red as a tomato. “(Y/N)?” He traced your lips with his thumb.
“Yes Levi?” You asked even though you knew what he wanted you just liked to hear him ask.
“When you said you’d give me even more pleasure…. Did you mean you’d go down on me?”
“If that is what you want then yes!” You smiled at him.
He nodded his head. “Yes it is (Y/N) I want you to so very badly.”
“As you wish Captain.” You kissed him again before lowering yourself to his member. You gently gripped it in your hands running them along his smooth shaft, you heard his breathing becoming heavier. You glanced up at Levi seeing his complexion with pure ecstasy plastered to it. “I've barely done anything to you Captain and you’re already going crazy.” You said smugly.
“W-what can I say (Y/N) you know how to make me submit to you…. Just with one simple question, I'm like a puddle in your hands…..”
You chuckled. “Mhm and I love it when you get like this…. Something about you being Mr. Tough guy all the time then seeing you be submissive it’s so sexy Levi.”
“And I love to see you dominant, it’s such a turn on to have you take control of me sometimes.”
You smiled at him sensually as you licked the pre-cum off his tip, sending shivers down his spine. You flicked your tongue a few more times watching his member twitch at every lick before taking his member in it’s entirety.
Levi gripped your hair locking eyes with you as he looked on in amazement while your head bobbed up and down. “F-fuck th-that feels so-so-so good (Y/N). Ah-ahhhh! God d-damn!”
You quickened the pace licking and sucking, making his member become even harder. Then you deep throated him again taking Levi's member all the way, hastily going back to the tip sucking it hard as your tongue licked all around while you ran your hand up and down his shaft making him tremble at your touch.
He tugged on your hair letting out a loud moan as you deep throated him once more. “Ugnnnnn ah-ahhhhh! Ooooooh!” He howled as you played with his balls.
You went back to the tip licking and sucking bringing Levi almost over the limit.
“G-God damn (Y/N).” He pulled you off and leaned in kissing you passionately, you moaned into his mouth as his length rubbed against your clit. He deepened the kiss as he slipped in, making you moan louder as he started to thrust. Levi broke the kiss. “(Y/N)?” He looked at you is face was bright red.
“Y-yes Le-Levi?” You moaned out.
“I-I-I…. I love y-you Princess.” He said shyly as he continued to thrust.
Your eyes teared up. “R-really Levi?” You smiled.
He smiled back and nodded. “Yes (Y/N) I have loved you for a very long time.” He held your hips as he went deeper and deeper.
“L-Le-Levi I-I love y-you toooo!” You moaned out as you gushed everywhere.
Levi leaned in again kissing you as he wrapped his arms around you slowing down the pace savoring each moment. He held you close as he looked deep into your (E/C) eyes. “(Y/N) you’re so beautiful…. How did I get so lucky?”
“What do you mean L-Levi-ooooooh!”
He leaned into your ear. “To have someone as amazing as you.” He nipped at your neck as he thrusted faster. He shifted your legs and spread you open. “Here hold your legs just like this.” You did so, Levi spread your lips open as he rubbed your clit.
You moaned out loudly as he went deeper and faster your back arched as your cries of pleasure filled the night sky you reached another orgasm.
“That's it Princess cum for me.” He pulled out to switch positions, you took him by surprise and pushed him down to get on top.
You straddled his waist grinding against his member again making Levi go crazy. You continued to rub your clit making yourself squirt all over Levi.
“F-fuck.” He grunted grabbing your hips as he slid back in.
“So eager to be inside me Levi…. What was he cold and lonely?” You said smugly as you sensually choked him.
He looked up at you biting his lower lip he nodded his head. “Mhmmmm very lonely, he loves the way he fits inside you so perfectly.”
“Oh I bet he does.” You smirked as you slammed down on Levi getting him deep inside you. You gripped his muscular shoulders as you wildly bounced up and down. “Oh-oh-oh Le-Leviiiii!” You cried out as he grabbed your butt spreading your cheeks and pounded into you. You took control again slowing down the pace sensually rocking your hips back and forth.
“F-fuck (Y/N) you keep this up you’re gonna make me cum.” He grunted as he pinched your nipples, you tilted your head back moaning louder and louder as he hit your G-spot perfectly. “(Y/N) I love you so much…. I want to spend the rest of my life with you and have a family.”
“I do too Levi more than anything…. I could never imagine being with anyone but you.” You smiled at him as you continue to rock your hips.
“Well then lets get married someday soon.”
“Yes please my love!” You moaned out as he pounded into you.
He ran his hands up and down every inch of your curves as he went deeper. He could feel himself getting close to his climax and slammed into you even faster. “(Y/N) I'm going to cum….”
“Then give me your babies.” You whispered into his ear.
That sent Levi over the edge as he moaned out releasing himself inside you. He grabbed your head wildly attacking your lips as he thrusted a few more times before pulling out.
You laid on top of him a hot drilling mess panting heavily. “T-that was a-amazing my love!” You cooed as you cuddled close to him.
He kissed the top of your head. “Yes it was Princess. Shall we go back to the barracks, shower and go to bed? I just want to hold you all night and never let you go.”
“I'm never going anywhere for as long as I live. You’re stuck with me Levi.” You giggled as you got up to get dressed.
“Hm, no you’re stuck with me, because I don’t know how the hell you put up with me.” He chuckled as he threw your pants at you.
“Easily! You’re just too sexy for your own good and your sexiness blinds your attitude.” You laughed harder almost falling over.
“Oh really now?” He smiled at you. “You're such a goof.”
“Well I have to balance out your seriousness somehow! If we were both serious this would be a boring romance.”
“That- that is true. You certainly keep me on my toes (Y/N).”
The two of you finished getting dressed and headed back to the barracks.
Hanji came running up to you and Levi. “So how was the make up sex?” She asked smugly.
“It was amazing!” You blurted out. “Wait! How did you know?”
“Ohhhhh I think everyone knows (Y/N) we could hear you all the way over here.” She laughed.
“Ooooops.” You laughed. “Well I’m not sorry at all! Let them hear and be jealous.” You boasted.
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lavenderbexlatte · 4 years ago
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itzy 1.4k words gender-neutral reader insert Reader x Hwang Yeji EXPLICIT/NSFW
🖤 warnings: unrealistic scenario, marking, semi-public sex, vaginal fingering 🖤
🚨🚨 it’s a fanfic literally don’t do this irl
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This girl will not stop staring at you.
You know how self-absorbed and strange it sounds, to think that a random passenger on this metro train would be just…staring at you.
But you swear that she is. Behind her face mask and her beanie and her big sweatshirt, she’s looking at you, with big shiny upturned eyes. And you sincerely don’t know what to do about it.
She got on at the same stop as you, and sat right across from you in another end seat, leaning on the railing. You wouldn’t have even noticed her, except that you could feel the prickly sensation of eyes on you, after a while, and when you looked up, there she was. At first, you had wondered if there was something wrong with you; a stain on your clothes, maybe, or something in your hair. But she just kept sneaking peeks, her cheeks pink over the top of her mask, and then it progressed to this bizarre flat-out staring.
As surreptitiously as you can, you stare back. She’s pretty, you notice, really pretty. On the taller side, thin and elegant, with jewelry hanging from her fingers and her wrists, and the newest model phone in her manicured hand. You can imagine exactly how out-of-this-world gorgeous she would be all dressed up, instead of casual like this, and it honestly makes your pulse speed up a little bit.
What’s a girl like this doing staring at you?
You still have nine more stops before you’re meant to get off the metro, and this girl doesn’t seem like she’s getting off anytime soon, either.
After a moment, you notice movement; the girl is raising her phone, just slightly, from the curve of her crossed legs so that the camera lens pokes upward. At you.
You went to high school. You know what teens (and apparently very very attractive young adult women?) do when they see someone they think is cute, in public, someone so cute that they need to send a picture to their friends to prove it. She’s taking a high-school creeper shot of you.
It’s flattering, honestly. It sends a little rush of power through you, the idea that this girl is willing to suspend some pretty solid social norms to take a secret photo of you, on the train, surrounded by other people.
She doesn’t lower her phone for quite a while. It’s long enough that you can make out a small heart-shaped sticker near the camera lens, and inside the bubbled outline is a name. Yeji. You assume that’s her name, and not a partner’s or something.
Suddenly, the phone and its sticker disappear from view, and you can just barely hear a gasp over the bustling noise of the train and the passengers and the clacking of the rails outside. You glance up to see Yeji looking at you with much-wider eyes. Ah. She knows she’s been caught. You offer her a little smile, and her gaze darts back down to her lap. Cute. She’s the one who’s been ogling you this whole time, and now she’s shy?
The rest of your metro ride is a game of missed glances and accidentally-on-purpose ruffling your own hair, changing how you hold yourself in your seat, just to see if she notices. She definitely notices. You don’t think her eyes leave you once.
Your stop comes far too quickly. As you’re gathering your bag and settling your coat back onto your shoulders, making sure you don’t leave anything in the seat behind you, something wonderful happens.
Yeji stands up quickly, turning away from you to stand by the sliding exit door.
So this is her stop, too. You grin to yourself as you get to your feet, eager to see how she’ll react if she notices. The nearest door is the one that she’s set herself in front of, so you slide right up behind her, not too close but definitely visible behind her in the reflection on the glass doors.
Her mask is pulled down around her chin now, so you really can see her cheeks heat up pink when she catches your eye in the reflection. You spare a thought to wonder if she’s frightened, at all, or if she’s just embarrassed. You’re not trying to chase the poor girl down or anything. And besides, she started it. You keep your distance, though, as the metro pulls into the station and the doors slide open, letting the lot of you out into the chilly underground.
You really have nothing to worry about, you soon realize, because as soon as the crowd has thinned and the train has pulled away again, there’s a voice right at your shoulder.
“I’m sorry.”
You smile. You turn.
There she is, Yeji, looking extremely embarrassed, clutching her phone in one hand and playing with the strings on her hoodie with the other.
“Why are you sorry?” you ask, amused.
“Because I was being so weird and you saw me,” she mumbles, “I took a couple pictures of you, and I know that’s crazy, I feel so bad, but – but I just did it because…”
“Because?” you prompt.
Yeji huffs out a breath. “Because you’re really, really pretty and-”
“You think I’m pretty?” you preen, laying it on thick.
She just blushes even harder. “Well, yeah, but I’m trying to say I’m sorry for-”
“What if it didn’t bother me?” you say.
“It probably bothered you a little,” she says, incredulous.
You shrug. “I dunno, cute girls on the subway don’t usually find me so attractive that they have a take picture for later.”
Much to your surprise, Yeji meets your tone pound for pound. “Well, you could have just said something, instead of making me feel like a creep!”
“Weren’t you being one?” you point out.
“If you liked it, it wasn’t creepy!”
She can argue, you’ll give her that. And she doesn’t seem at all ashamed that she was full-on invading your privacy, just flustered because she got caught doing it. You probably shouldn’t find that as attractive as you do.
“You know, if I met you in a club or something, I would be asking you home right about now,” you say, blunt and ridiculous.
“What makes meeting me on the metro any different?” Yeji slings back.
You smile at her. “I don’t live close to here, for one. And I don’t know what your plans are for the day, for two.”
Yeji’s own grin is catlike and innocent, and it makes you all the more attracted to her. “Nothing I can’t reschedule.”
That’s how you find yourself bundled into a tiny single-person all-genders restroom, one floor above in the station proper, with Yeji propped up on the sturdy cement-and-tile counter in front of you. Her slim legs are spread around you, thighs in their black athletic leggings squeezing your hips as you drag your mouth down her pretty, delicate jaw to the side of her neck. She’s already kissed you stupid, her perfect pouty mouth leaving a sore bite right at the juncture of your throat, and it’s only right that you return the favor.
You toy with the band of her leggings, snapping the elastic gently against her skin as you say, “What do you want me to do?”
“Anything,” she pants.
“Be careful saying that,” you smirk.
“Just touch me!”
You’re enjoying this far too much. “Where?”
Her nails dig into your skin as she covers your hand with hers, dragging you back to her waistband with a whine. You decide to give her a break. Your let your fingers slip under the thick elastic, under the soft material of her panties beneath, down to her sex.
She’s just dripping for you. You can’t help the hiss that escapes your mouth as you trace your fingers across her, just a gentle touch that already has her bucking forward into it.
“Quit teasing!” she urges.
“But I want to take my time,” you say lightly.
Contrary to your words, you let your middle finger slip inside her, and she muffles a groan into your shoulder. You work the digit into her, getting deeper on each thrust forward, until she’s meeting you halfway, the heel of your hand against her clit.
As she practically rides your hand, so perfectly filthy even though she’s still fully clothed, you have an idea. You reach around with your free hand and slide your phone out of your pocket.
“What are you doing?” she asks, breathless.
You just tilt your head, regard her with a teasing smile. “You took pictures of me. Isn’t it fair I get some nice pictures, in return?”
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hehe happy belated may day <3 here’s some pics i took (these are all getting posted on our instagram so it’s chill) 
1. A photo of a placard I made reading “KALUSUGAN, KABUHAYAN, KALIGTASAN AT KARAPATAN, IPAGLABAN!” [Fight for healthcare, livelihood, safety, and rights!] with the organization names of BAYAN NE and Malaya NE written at the bottom 
2. A copy of the flyers I made for us to hand out. The text reads: 
KALUSUGAN, KARAPATAN, KABUHAYAN, KASARINLAN, IPAGLABAN! [Fight for healthcare, rights, livelihood, independence!] 
WHAT IS MAY DAY?: May Day is the international commemoration of workers, inspired by the May 1, 1886 Haymarket actions in Chicago. This commemoration is not just a celebration or a remembrance— it is also an important occasion for the working class to declare a stand against exploitation and the violation of their rights. May Day has been celebrated annually to commemorate the workers’ movement which has won many rights that are enjoyed by workers today, such as the 8-hour work day, higher wages and benefits, safer workplaces, the right to unionize and strike, and even more. No hospital, nursing home, restaurant, or any other kind of business would be able to run without workers! 
[A photograph of several MIGRANTE NY members is inserted here.]
FILIPINO WORKERS’ STRUGGLES: Filipino workers have been the backbone of the healthcare and service industry during the COVID-19 pandemic, and yet continue to face a myriad of issues, such as ANTI-ASIAN VIOLENCE, LACK OF HEALTHCARE, UNSAFE WORKING CONDITIONS, UNEMPLOYMENT, LACK OF SUPPORT FOR BASIC NEEDS. We should continue to uphold the history of the workers’ struggles and fight against these injustices! Migrante, sulong! Mabuhay ang uring manggagawa! [Forward, migrants! Long live the working class!] 
3. Two organization members performing a Filipino martial arts demonstration during our rally. They are both holding two kali sticks each. 
4. Three organization members prep for the rally. One of them, in the middle, is my partner Bev @jouglat. It is holding a placard which reads, “Workers of the world, unite! Long live international working class solidarity!” The org names of BAYAN NE and Malaya NE are written at the bottom.
5. A crop of a group photo from the end of the rally. Members are holding various flags and banners, including banners for NAFCON NE, MIGRANTE NY, GABRIELA NY, and Malaya NY. There is also a large banner which reads “International Workers’ Day: Kalusugan, Karapatan, Kabuhayan, Kasarinlan, Ipaglaban!” The org names of BAYAN NY, MIGRANTE NY, and Malaya NY are written at the bottom.
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f33itan · 4 years ago
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🎮👾Aʀᴄᴀᴅɪɴɢ Iɴᴛʀᴏᴠᴇʀᴛs👾🎮 (From my Wattpad)
FYI: F/N in this oneshot means "Friend's Name". I don't wanna choose the name because 1. that's restricting names of whoever you want, and 2. Im to lazy to come up with names every time. LOL- (Also, sorry if I kind of switch from 1st person, 2nd person and 3rd person randomly.)
Feitan POV:
"Hey Feitan! Go change, we're gonna go find an arcade!" Phinks yelled from the doorway.
"Shut up, you're, too, loud."
"Whatever, just change, we're leaving soon!!" Tch, that dude so annoying. Why cant I just read in peace? Finally found a good book, yet he just had to ruin it. Damn it. No point in fighting, him and Shal gonna drag me to arcade whether I change or not. 
A/N: Imagine him in something like that hehehe, or whatever outfit you want him to wear if you don't like that one. :)
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Your POV:
"We're finally getting a break, but if you keep taking your sweet time, were gonna be back in class before you can say, Y/N's a slowpoke!" F/N yelled in your face.
"Maybe if you get out of my face, I would go faster!" Even though you guys nagged each other 24/7, you guys were still the closest friends. You had known F/N since 4th grade, when you guys were partners for an animal project. At the time, you both loved lizards, so you both were excited to work with one another. Next thing you know, its college, and you guys both get into your dream school. (Insert college name) had been your goal for years, but its quite a lot of work. This was your first week long break, and you weren't trying to waste it on getting ready to go to an arcade. After you were finished with everything, you and F/N got into their car and drove to the arcade. They were blasting (Insert song name) and singing along, so you decided to record them.
"This will be funny to look back at later!"
꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂
After about 20 minutes, F/N parked and you both exited the vehicle. They stretched as if they've been in the car for hours, and you thought they were kind of exaggerating.
"Y/N, what if we find you a boyfri-"
"NONONONO I LIKE BEING ALONE NONO BOYFRIENDS NOO!"
"You and your social anxiety need to get out more!" You gave them a little "hmph" before heading inside. You guys played a couple dancing games, 2 player games, a 4D scary game, and some simple joystick games. After a while, you both decided to order some food at a bar, and sat down for a little break.
"What would you two like to drink today?"
(You) "Can I get a -insert drink- and a -insert food/snack- please?"
(F/N) "I'll have an orange juice with a cheeseburger!"
"I'll have your meals out shortly."
꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂
Feitan POV:
"Hey, look over there! Those people look nice! Maybe we should go talk to them!" Shalnark said. Man, socializing? No thanks. Just wanna get back to that damn book. Well, guess arcade has been kind of fun. I guess...
"FEITAN!!! EARTH TO FEI FEI!!!"
"Phinks, don't call me that."
"Whatever, come on let's go!" Why the heck they dragging me? Wait, why we heading to the people over there-
(You) "Uh, hello?"
"Hey! I'm Shalnark, and these are my friends Phinks and Feitan. We were wondering if you guys wanted to go play some arcade games with us!" Stupid Shalnark, being all friendly. Extrovert girl took fat bite out her burger and gave us a muffled "Sure, once were done eating."
Ew, messy. Guess their friends kind of cute though.. wait, WHAT?
-Small timeskip- also back to your POV :
After eating, you, F/N and the trio went off towards the multiplayer things, and you all decided to find some 4 player games. Each time somebody had to sit out, it would be one of the guys. Feitan always volunteered, but Shalnark made them all decide by flipping a coin. You and everybody else were starting to warm up to each other, when Phinks and F/N had an idea. While a 3 player game started, they both snuck off into a corner and devised a plan on how to get you and feitan to interact. Turns out both of you were quite introverted, and they both wanted you two to put yourselves out there and find a partner. After deciding on what to do, they went back to Shal, Fei, and you. You thought they were acting a bit suspicious, but you just shrugged it off.
"Hey Shal, F/N, lets go do something!" Before Feitan could join, reject, or even realize what was going on, Phinks was already dragging F/N and Shalnark in some random direction. Y/N and Feitan just stood there in silence.
"So uh, whhaaattss your favorite... game here?" Feitan just stood silent, staring at you. But, for some odd reason, the silence was comforting, and your thoughts eventually drifted off into the clouds... so much so that you didn't even notice him grab your hand and start pulling you throughout the arcade. Your body just continued moving though, and you didn't bother to question him. After about a minute of walking, you ended up in front of a little fishing game. (Imagine that game where there's that spinning knob thingy and you have to reel in fish with it)
"Wow, wouldn't expect the emo boy to like little kid games like this!" You laughed and gave him a playful shove, which he returned with a silly eye roll.
"Shut it shortie."
"WHAT? YOUR THE SHORT-" You froze. He moved swiftly behind you, lightly pressing his body against yours. He grabbed your hands and put them on the game joysticks.
"Stop, wasting time. Let's, just play, the game." Both of you were blushing, and you continued playing games and making silly jokes for a good hour or so. Little did you know, that Phinks, Shalnark, and F/N got so many videos and pictures of you two...
EXTRA: PHANTOM TROUPE GROUP CHAT ; ABOUT 1 WEEK SINCE ARCADE
Phinks: Hey guys, you won't believe what I have to show you.
Shalnark: Ahem, WE, and I have some too...
Shizuku: What? What's going on?
Pakunoda: Hm?
Hisoka: Oh, do tell~
Phinks: Feitan, you're here right?
                                                                                                        I don't trust you guys..
Phinks: You shouldn't
Machi: Are you guys going to show us or not? You got me curious.
Chrollo: Well, no point in making us wait. Please inform us with your "tea"                                               or whatever it is people say now a days.
Shalnark: Alright, prepare to get your minds blown!
~Phinks and Shalnark send all of the best photos and videos they got, and after a couple minutes of the troupe going through every single one, they started talking again~
Pakunoda: Wow, I didn't expect you to be the caring type Feitan!
Shizuku: I think they're cute together! (ᗒ◡ᗕ) ♡︎
Hisoka: Aw, shes so pretty, might just have to make her mine~
                                      Chrollo kicked Hisoka from the chat
Chrollo: I'm so happy, Fei has finally found a girl 😊
Phinks/Shalnark: When's the wedding?
                                                                                                      I'm giving you to count of 3.  
                                                  I'm gonna torture and kill both of you. Skin you alive.    
Shalnark: I have her number!                        
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Word count (including author notes, etc:) 1244
Wrote January 20, 2021
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han-shinsuke · 4 years ago
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Koshi x Stephanie x Shinsuke
🔞🔞⚠️⚠️♥️♥️
Red Clouds Series: B a c k s e a t
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"Senpai!" Stephanie shouted at the boy who just entered the gate of the Red Estate. Koshi Sugawara stops in his tracks upon hearing her loud voice. Slowly, Koshi search for her in the crowded road, where young girls are scattered. Today is the annual Red Cloud Festival, it explains why there are plenty of participants who are trying to enter the estate to join the fun later this evening.
Sugawara spotted Stephanie on the third line of queue of females submitting their requirements for verification. He walks towards her and quickly pull her out of the line.
"What the fuxk are you doing here, Stephanie!?" Koshi asked angrily.
"Of course to join the festival, senpai!" she smiled at him and shows her approved documents and the photo of her mate to Koshi.
Sugawara breathe out harshly. There's nothing he can do to save his friend from the man who's about to devour her.
"Happy Birthday, Stephanie, and good luck," Koshi massages his forehead, exhaling sharply.
Stephanie grin at him and says, "please look after me, Sugawara senpai!"
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Unlike the other participants of the Festival, Stephanie stands out in the crowd of girls wearing thin and silky short dresses. She wears clothes that she's comfortable with. A black v-neck shirt, a mid-rise denim short partnered with a pair of Timberland chukka boots. Her long and wavy hair also stands out, making every men's head turns to her direction.
Stephanie feels nothing but excitement. She had waited long enough for this day to come and now that it's here, she promises herself she would enjoy every bit of it.
"Phan?" a stern voice comes from behind. Her body made a turn, facing the tall man she thinks is as tall as his senpai, Sugawara Koshi.
Phan. He calls her 'Phan', the nickname only Koshi could use on her.
"Ki–Kita senpai!" her voice rises from slight nervousness. Stephanie plays with her fingers.
"follow me," Shinsuke says, showing no emotion.
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"Ki–Kita senpai!" Stephanie cries his name while she is being held up against the door of the black rover in the middle of the dark driveway inside the Red Estate.
Shinsuke's lips curve into a smile, admiring how Stephanie cries his name from his rough touch. He's just getting started but the girl is already shedding some tears through his continues grips on her waist and thighs. He was so sure his fingers are leaving visible marks on her fair skin.
"I've heard about you from Koshi. He said, I'm someone you admire and desire, is that true?" Shinsuke holds her with one hand while Stephanie's legs are wrap around his waist.
Shinsuke pulls her long hair and lick her neck, dampening the skin with his warm saliva.
Stephanie moan his name and this time, she tells him what she wants him to do to her.
"Kita se–senpai, I want to feel your lips on my folds, your fingers inside my core, I want you to make me feel good."
Shinsuke upon hearing those wishes, starts humping his hardness against her clothed body. Stephanie's legs sways up and down from the abrupt movements.
"May I kiss you, Kita senpai? I crave for your lips," Stephanie grabs Kita's nape and presses her lips on his, earning a low and long grunt from him.
Stephanie taunts his lips using her tongue. Oh, finally! She thought. She's been praying for these moments to happen for too long. Kita conquers her lips as he inserts his tongue inside her mouth, pushing their softness to glide against each other. Stephanie moans inside Kita's mouth when the kiss deepened.
As the two enjoys tasting the sweetness of each other lips, a man stands behind a tree, hands stroking his coxk as he listens to their moans and heavy breathing.
Shinsuke pulls his lips away from Stephanie's craving ones, grinning, he rips the front face of her shirt, revealing the girl's perfect size breast. Kita dips his face between the two mounds. He licks her breastbone up to the crook of the neck and making a stop on her lips. Shinsuke flicks her tongue against the upper and lower lip before he catches her whole inside her mouth, kissing Stephanie roughly.
Shinsuke's patience is running thin so he opens the door of his rover and shoves the laughing girl inside, pushing her down the backseat.
"Lick my pusxy, senpai, let me feel how good your tongue is," Stephanie removes the adhesive that's covering her buds and toss it at the passenger's seat. She then, starts fondling her nipples while Shinsuke is struggling to remove his clothes.
"Such a tease!" Kita commented after successfully removing his clothes.
As she lays on the backseat, topless, Stephanie continues pinching and groping her own buds and breast. Kita smirked at her then pull her between his legs as he proceeds on removing her denim shorts. In one swift move, Shinsuke expertly removed her short.
"Ah, damn!" She exclaimed when Shinsuke tore her panty and throw it outside the car.
Using his toned and strong arms, Shinsuke lift her hips up then crash his lips on her already dripping folds. Stephanie let out a loud noise and immediately grab onto the backrest of backseat and driver's seat. Kita angles her body perfectly for him to eat her pusxy properly.
Kita put her legs on his shoulders while his hands are placed on her pelvic bone.
"Senpai aaanhhgggg~ eat me good aahhh pleaseee~" Stephanie pleads for the pleasure to come at her.
Shinsuke plunge in her hardened tongue inside her core and flicks it inside, swirling it faster against her wall, hand squeezing her right breast, Stephanie did not realize she would be this thirsty for air. Shinsuke is eating her good and it makes her feel out of breath as her nails dug on the cushion of the car seats.
Stephanie can clearly hear the wet noise of how Kita flick his tongue inside her core. Moments later, it was her clitorix that he put his attention into. Together with his thumb and tongue, Shinsuke blesses her clit and lavia through rough licking and rubbing. Later on, Stephanie's naked body started convulsing. Shinsuke pumps his tongue rapidly on her entrance and rub his thumb harder on her clit.
"Aaaahhhhh shxt! I'm cum–cumming senpai aaahhh~" Stephanie screams so loud that her voice hurs her own throat.
Kita smirks as he drink all the cream pouring out from the gorgeous lady he is face fuxking. Once he's so sure that he drank all of it, Kita licked her entrance one more time before carefully laying her lower body on the backseat.
Stephanie was panting hard when she heard Kita whistled. It took only a minute for her to realize that Shinsuke was actually calling for a backup.
"Oh mother of cheesecake! This is not happening!" Stephanie bursts out her surprise when the door above her head opened, revealing a topless man with a sexy mole under his eye.
Koshi glance down at his female friend as he ruffles his own hair, pulling his pants and underwear down his knees while saying these, "remember the night you entrusted me your virginity, Phan? It was so hot and memorable. Could we do it again? Rest assured, senpai will always look after you."
With that, Koshi slams his shaft into her warm mouth and starts thrusting it in and out. His length didn't even let Stephanie do some protest. At first, she was so shock to even blink an eye, but when Koshi caged her breasts in his palms and squeeze it gently, her mind and body starts to relax.
Stephanie strokes his length using her hands and clamp her lips on it, putting enough pressure to make him feel good.
"I like your friend, Koshi, she's funny and hot and warm and delectable," Stephanie heard Shinsuke complimented her and that's enough to restore her draining energy in its par level.
Stephanie screams in her mind when Shinsuke slams his fat coxk inside her tight pusxy. How she wish Koshi's shaft is not inside her mouth, she would definitely scream so loud! But she can't and she wasn't. So she just scratches on anything.
The rover shakes as if an earthquake is passing by but the truth is, it is because of the two men banging a lady through her mouth and tight pusxy.
Stephanie was shedding tears of pleasure while Kita presses a hand on his stomach to let her feel how deep his coxk can reach. With every deep and rough thrust, Shinsuke's shaft creates a bulge on her stomach whenever it dives deeper.
Koshi's pace getting faster and meaner, choking her with his thickness, his hands squeezing so hard that she feels like slapping those away!
This is what annoys her when she was being fuxked up by Koshi, he won't talk or give signal. He likes taking you in by surprise. Just like tonight, he explodes his jizz inside her mouth, leaving her with no choice but to drink it all down. She know him too well, he would kiss away her annoyance. A deep and lip locking kiss will always be a good remedy. He can make her feel hot by just a kiss.
Right after Koshi pulled out his length from her mouth, he rewarded his friend a deep kiss while he run down his hands down to her clenching pusxy that was being hammered by Kita's coxk.
Stephanie moan inside Koshi's mouth when she felt his fingers joining Shinsuke's coxk.
The two men pumps their cock and fingertips inside Stephanie's creaming hole, forcing the girl to reach her climax at a very early stage.
"Ahh fuxk!" Shinsuke and Koshi cursed as soon as they felt her explodes her juice onto their cock and fingers.
Shinsuke pulls out his cock from her and strokes it until he feel satisfied with how her juice coated his hardness.
"Hmmm, sweet as ever," Koshi put his coated fingers inside his mouth, savoring her sweet cum.
"A–are we done, boys? I need some drink, I'm thirsty," Stephanie pushes her tired body onto sitting position and she won't deny how dizzy she is from her early orgasm.
"Answer me first, Phan, what is the sum of 34+35?" Stephanie shot Koshi a smug and proud look. The answer is very simple and easy.
"Dude! It's 69!" She answered.
"Wrong," Kita butt in. Stephanie watches him as he pulls a small bottle under the passenger's seat.
"Huh? Can't you do simple math, Kita senpai?" it's not her intention to sound arrogant but he must be out of his head to say that her answer was wrong.
Koshi pull her legs and spread those wider, allowing the latter to have a good view of her pink flesh drenched in cream.
Shinsuke throw the bottle to Koshi and round to the other side of the car. He helps Koshi pull Stephanie out of the car. Now, the three naked individuals are standing at the dimly lit drive way of the estate where the rover is parked.
"Ah, God!" Stephanie shrieked when Kita carries her from behind, forearms supporting her weight by holding her legs wider, her body almost in crouching position.
"34+35 means, we will fuxk you hard under the night sky," Shinsuke whispers, blowing his hot breath on her nape.
Koshi moves closer to the two individuals and with a smile on his thin but expert lips, he pours down all the essence from the small bottle onto his wetness.
"Hwa–wait aahhh! shxt!" the girl tries to get a hold of the moment but the two men slams their erection into her two holes, tucking Stephanie's shaking body between their muscular bodies. Shinsuke's coxk in her anus while Koshi's dxck is inside her pusxy.
Stephanie's head falls down on Koshi's shoulder as the two of them started pumping her in a standing up position with Kita's back against the rover.
Shinsuke wraps his fingers around her neck and she swear! She feels hot being helpless.
"Fuxk! Tell me ahhh~ tell me how you love my coxk pumping your insides, Phan!" Shinsuke moans in her ears while thrusting his hips higher.
"You feel aahhhh sooo fuxkinggh gooddd Kita senpai aaaahhh~" she moan in satisfaction but it was Koshi who she embrace tightly and crash her lips with.
Koshi and Stephanie shares a long and thirsty kiss, making the other man craves for a kiss also. Shinsuke inclines her legs on Sugawara's hips before adjusting his arms behind the other man's back, embracing the two individuals who are currently sharing sloppy kisses.
Shinsuke and Koshi thrusts faster and even higher, making sure the tip of their coxk is reaching the good spot inside their woman.
"Fxck! fuxk! You're so good, Phan aaahhh!" Koshi moaned deliriously and cup her face to turn it back to Kita who is patiently waiting for the girl's lips.
Stephanie adheres her lips on Kita, not minding the possibility of having a stiff neck after the act of carnal pleasure.
Shinsuke sucks her lower lips before diving into an intense and wet kisses. Stephanie licks Shinsuke's saliva that drips down the corner of the man's lips.
"Aaahhh! fuxk! I'm cumming fuxk!"
"So fuxking beautiful and tasty aaahhh!"
Sugawara and Kita moaned their hearts out and move their hips faster and rougher while the luckiest girl for tonight grind her both holes down the two coxks she never thought she can handle.
After some time and a lot more of patience, the three of them reach their climax, making the Stephanie's holes their cum dumpsters.
Stephanie tilts her head, enjoying the delicious feeling of being creampied by two gorgeous men.
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karajaynetoday · 4 years ago
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ours, for the rest of forever | ashton irwin
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Hello friends! Here is a godparent!Ash one shot, based on this blurb about being godparents with Ashton and also inspired in part by that scene in Season 5 of One Tree Hill when Brooke is randomly looking after a baby but has to also finish fashion sketches so Lucas comes to her rescue with babysitting and it is overall very soft and cute. You know the one! Lol. 
A very big thank you to Jex @sadistmichael​ , Anna @cheekysos​ , Jae @jae-writes-fanfiction​ and Hailey @talkfastromance4​ for proof-reading and providing feedback on this when it was in its draft stages. You’re all absolute gems! 
Anyway, enjoy the softness and as always, please let me know what you think! I’ve got some thoughts for a potential part 2, so we’ll wait and see how part 1 goes :)
(This is a fem reader insert)
Word count: 3.3k words
Warnings: none
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When your best friend Alice told you she was having a baby, you were over the moon. She was honestly one of the most kind-hearted people you knew, and the amount of love in her heart for others would only bloom more for a little baby to hold and cherish. Her partner James had been by Alice’s side since your university days, and their relationship was one that was literally #goals. They’d moved over to Los Angeles because James had an opportunity to work at an indie creative agency working with music artists, and when you followed a year or so later to pursue a consulting job, they’d welcomed you with open arms into the little community they’d formed of Australian ex-pats, LA creatives and generally good quality, salt of the earth people. 
In the early days, there were lots of late nights (that became early mornings) running amok in West Hollywood, going from one house party to the next, but as you grew older, it became more likely to be a quiet Sunday sesh in someone’s backyard, with a barbeque cooking and someone playing their favourite tunes on a portable speaker while you floated in the swimming pool or lounged about on the grass with everyone’s various pets in attendance. When you met Ashton, he was drumming shirtless at his own house party, and then doing shots with James and their friend Calum. You were more than a little intimidated, although he had a kind face and welcoming nature, Ashton was forthcoming his opinions. On the other hand, you were always more reserved, and it took you  time to feel like you belonged with their crazy crew of friends. One night, you and Ashton ended up alone in the kitchen sharing some chicken nuggets and potato gems tater tots after a wild night on the house part dancefloor, and from there you could feel a solid friendship starting to take hold. 
A few months after Alice and James told you they were expecting, they’d invited you and Ashton out to brunch at one of your favourite spots. It was a little hole-in-the-wall café in Studio City that you’d first come to after Ashton wouldn’t stop raving about how good their iced coffees were. You all ordered your favourites (avocado smash with a side of smoked salmon and a hash brown for you, raspberry hotcakes for Alice, a breakfast burger for James, and pulled pork eggs benedict with a side of halloumi for Ashton) and were chatting away about your weeks at work when Alice reached down and pulled two envelopes out of her tote bag and handed on to you and one to Ashton. You took them, looking confusedly at Alice and James, who had big goofy smiles on their faces.
“Well, go on! Open them!” Alice half-shouted excitedly, squeezing James’ hand on top of the table. You and Ashton glanced at each other, perplexed, before tearing open the envelopes and finding a card inside. Yours read, “Will you be my godmother?” in gold writing on the front, and inside was an ultrasound photo with a handwritten note from Alice that made you tear up when you started reading it. You could see in your peripheral vision that Ash had a corresponding card in his envelope too, and he was standing up to give James and Alice a hug with an enthusiastic “Fuck YES! Of course I will!” that garnered some disapproving looks from the middle-aged women sitting near you. You held it together just enough to stand up and exchange hugs and choke out a “Y-y-yes” to Alice and James, before basically bursting into full blown tears of happiness and apologising profusely as your brunch was delivered to the table. As you wiped away your tears and managed to begin eating your avocado smash, you felt Ashton squeeze your hand reassuringly under the table, and when you glanced towards him he was grinning at you with a smile that was as bright as a thousand suns. 
It was a normal June day at the office a few months later when your phone pinged with a text from Alice in your group chat with her, James and Ashton that 
 read “It’s go-time. We’ll keep you updated!”. You replied with lots of exclamation points and crying emojis, and for Alice and James to let you know if they needed anything, and a few minutes later Ashton had penned a full paragraph about the beauty of the creation of life, how he knew that Alice and James would be incredible parents, and that he couldn’t wait to meet the little one once they made their way into the world. Ashton was frustratingly eloquent sometimes. Later that night, you received a photo message of a small, pink baby snuggled up on Alice’s chest, with James’ arm thrown around her shoulders, and the caption “Charlie Rose, ten fingers, ten toes. Come visit tomorrow, she can’t wait to meet you x” and you could barely sleep from the anticipation of meeting your darling goddaughter for the first time.
Ashton insisted on meeting you at the hospital so you could visit Alice, James and Charlie together (“Dude, we’re a godparent team here! A package deal! A dynamic duo! Can’t have you getting in there as the favourite from day one!”) and you’d never seen him more gentle or smitten than when the small, wriggly bundle of blankets that was Charlie Rose was placed in his arms. Ashton rocked her gently, kissing her head, and whispering to her about how incredible she was and how excited he was to see her grow. James was snapping away with his camera, and he asked you and Ash to stand together for a photo holding Charlie, which would later be stuck on your fridge for years to come (and possibly be your phone lockscreen, but no need to mention that to Ashton). 
Charlie was a tricky baby at first, resisting sleep and struggling with colic, but Alice and James were incredible and persistent and by the time she was 6 months old, they basically had the hang of this parenting thing. They didn’t want to christen Charlie in a church, but instead decided to hold one of your cherished backyard barbeques as a naming celebration for her. All of your nearest and dearest were there, and Alice’s mum had even flown in from Australia to meet her newest granddaughter. Despite it being an incredibly informal affair, Ashton insisted on making a speech about how he felt to be in Charlie’s life, to love and support her through every milestone and challenge she might encounter along the way. Charlie was happily gurgling in Ashton’s arms as he spoke, and she reached up to grab at his cheeks when he told her he loved her. Alice’s mum insisted on getting photos of everyone, including you and Ashton holding Charlie, and you tried to ignore the butterflies you felt when Ash slid his arm around your waist and pulled you into his side for a cosy photo pose. Were you actually starting to fall for him, or was it just the baby fever talking? Because damn, that man looked good with a baby in his arms.
When Charlie was almost 12 months old, Alice decided that she wanted to go back to work a few days a week. Charlie would be in childcare for most of the days, but you’d recently adopted a flexible working arrangement with your own office, and you insisted that you would love to look after Charlie for one day a week. The older Charlie got, the more adventurous she became, so what you’d originally envisioned as nice, quiet days of baking and craft activities and napping soon became full of visits to the playground and the beach and the zoo. Once Ashton heard about your regular babysitting day, he insisted on clearing his schedule as best he could, and joined the outings you and Charlie went on. It’s so much easier to cope with her boundless energy (and occasional temper tantrums) when you and Ash are together, and you have to admit it’s just as nice on the quieter days as well, when you snuggle in on your couch to watch a Disney movie, or do some puzzles with Charlie on the lounge room floor. 
When Ashton was back out on tour, he’d insist on FaceTiming with you and Charlie on your babysitting day so he didn’t miss out on all the fun. Sometimes he’d read her a story or sing her a lullaby before naptime, and sometimes the timezones wouldn’t work out and he’d end up calling during naptime, so the two of you just spent a little time catching up on each other’s lives from your opposite sides of the country or the planet. Ashton also loved collecting little souvenirs for Charlie on his touring travels, and your group chat with Alice and James was regularly filled with photos of snow globes or little soft mascot toys he’d found in one city or the next. It was so cute how excited Ashton got when he found a new souvenir for Charlie, and you couldn’t help but imagine how adorable he’d be when he had his own children and carried on little traditions like this for them too. 
One particular weekend, Alice and James were going away overnight to attend a friend’s wedding nearby, and despite their anxiety and nerves (and admittedly, your own), they decided to leave Charlie with you for the night as your house is the main one besides their own that she spends time in. They dropped Charlie off just after lunchtime, and after a teary goodbye, she’s soon happily playing with her toy cars and trains on the lounge room carpet (including making broom-broom noises, what a cutie) when you get an unexpected call from your boss. They’re rambling about a client needing an urgent rewrite on something that you’d submitted the previous day, a pretty sizeable project, and you could feel yourself starting to fill with dread at the idea of having to rework the entire thing while also keeping Charlie happy and entertained. After managing to jot down the gist of the rewrite on the back of a colouring in page you found on your coffee table and ending the call with your boss, you took a deep, calming breath before looking over to where Charlie was still playing on the floor. Sure, she looked content and adorable now, but nap time was fast approaching, and then dinner, and then eventually bedtime, and there was nothing Charlie liked more than stomping her feet and putting up a fight where sleep was involved. It was time to call for help, and your fingers found Ashton’s contact in your phone and hit “call” before you realised what you were doing.
“Hey, how’s it going with my favourite girl?” Ashton answered cheerily, and your heart stopped beating for a moment before you mentally face-palmed when you realised that he was talking about Charlie, not you, being his favourite girl.
“Hey Ash! All good so far, but um… I think I’m going to need some help. My boss is having a crisis, so I need to smash out some edits and new content in the next three hours, but Charlie’s due to go for a nap and you know that she -” You could feel yourself starting to sound more panicked with each word that you spoke, but Ashton quickly cut you off with his soothing voice.
“That she likes to pick a fight at nap time, yes. A truly assertive future world leader on our hands, I reckon. I’m just finishing up a demo, but I’ll be there in 20 minutes. I’ll sort dinner as well, spaghetti sound okay?” He mused, sounding as calm as ever.
“That… would be amazing. Thank you. You’re actually the best human to exist, you know that?” You gushed, feeling some of your anxiety immediately begin to disappear. 
Within half an hour, Ash was in your lounge room handling Charlie’s nap time negotiations while you were furiously typing away at your laptop at the kitchen counter and fielding more frantic phone calls from your boss. Another 20 minutes passed before Ash proclaimed victory as Charlie lost her battle against sleep, and he came to see you in the kitchen and make a start on dinner. You were so lost in your task that you didn’t hear him come in, and you jumped a mile out of your seat in fright when he gently touched your shoulder in greeting.
“Jesus christ, Ash! Don’t sneak up on me like that!” You huffed, taking your glasses off and rubbing your eyes in exhaustion. 
Ashton leaned on the counter opposite you and raised his eyebrows in concern. “Sorry love, didn’t realise you didn’t hear me come in. You good?” 
Damn it, why was he always so nice to you these days? Remember the days when you were scared of him because he used to argue with you about politics and the state of the world? Why did those seem somehow easier because fear was more natural to you than whatever this other feeling was that you were starting to have whenever Ashton was around you. 
You sighed and put your glasses back on, frowning briefly at the screen before hitting save one more time (just in case your bad luck took a turn and fucked you over with lost documents). 
“Yep. Sorry. It’s just been a bit of a day. Did Charlie go down okay?” You forced a smile as you glanced up at Ashton over the top of your laptop screen. 
“Yeah, she gave in once I offered another bedtime singalong. And maybe, juuuust maybe, I might have mentioned something about some sweets after dinner…” Ash looked at you guiltily, licking his lips nervously. You rolled your eyes and shook your head at him, but you couldn’t keep the small smile off your face.
Ashton got started on making spaghetti while you tapped away at your computer, and soon enough you heard Charlie calling out for Ashton in her little sing-song voice on the baby monitor you had set up on the kitchen counter (“Asht-aaaaa! Where are youuuuu! Asht-aaaaa!”). The spaghetti smelled incredible, and when Ashton brought Charlie into the kitchen from her nap and she’d had a little while to play a bit more, you settled at the kitchen table to tuck into some dinner. Well, Charlie was more interested in playing with her food than actually eating it, but yours was delicious and for the third or fourth time that day, you thanked Ash profusely for being such a gem (to which he just gave you one of those dazzling smiles in response).  
After dinner, Ashton took Charlie for a bath and read her a bedtime story while you powered through the final part of the project edits you needed to finish before your boss burst a blood vessel. You could hear Ashton reading to Charlie on the baby monitor, doing all of the different character voices, and her little giggles in response were both breaking and warming your heart. Warming it with the cuteness and how much you loved that little girl and her cheeky soul, and breaking it with the guilt about how it was supposed to be you snuggled up reading to her, but instead you were frantically typing about key messages, marketing strategies and budget lines. You were doing your last section of re-writes when Ash came back into the kitchen, and this time you didn’t jump when he gently placed his hands on your shoulders. In fact, you leaned into his touch, and moaned quietly in relief as his thumbs began to work into the tension in your muscles.
“How’s it going?” Ashton asked quietly, continuing to press his hands into your back and shoulders.
“Almost there. Mostly just proof-reading now, and then I can send it and not fucking think about it for another second until at least Monday. Ash, I’m so sorry again, I know this isn’t what you had in mind for your Friday night and I should’ve been more organised but I just didn’t think that -” You began to ramble, feeling the guilt wash over you.
“Hey, hey. Stop. It’s fine. We’re a team, remember? The dynamic duo? Gotta stick together. We’ve got a whole lifetime of dealing with Charlie meltdowns and milestones ahead of us, love. It’s our job and our blessing, for the rest of forever. Don’t feel guilty over one night.” Ashton said softly, squeezing your shoulders and pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. There were those butterflies again, and your skin was almost burning from where his hands had touched you. You simply nodded at his words, before returning to your laptop and the task at hand. Ashton stepped away and quietly began washing the dishes (honestly, is there anything this man didn’t do?) as you began typing again. 
Finally, about twenty minutes later, you hit send on the email to your boss with the completed rewrites, and shut your laptop with a deep sense satisfaction, letting out a triumphant whisper-yell, mindful of the sleeping child down the hallway from you. Ash looked up from where he was sat on the couch, scrolling on his phone, and rushed over to high-five you when he realised that you’d shut your laptop.
“Right. You go shower and I’ll put the kettle on, then it’s one episode of Sons of Anarchy and then off to bed with you.” Ash began, tugging you out of your seat and pushing you towards your bedroom before you could protest.
“Wait… how did you know I was watching Sons of Anarchy?!” You turned and asked, with one hand on the door to your bedroom.
“I was stalking through your Netflix earlier when you were lost in editing land. Plus, I know you can’t resist a charming male lead who has a killer smile and looks damn good in a leather jacket.” Ash chuckled, shooting you a wink and one of those goddamn smiles. 
You hated to admit it, but you felt so much better after your shower, and having Ash pull your feet up over his lap and absentmindedly run his hands softly across your legs from time to time wasn’t exactly bad either. You stuck to your promise of only one episode of Sons of Anarchy, and after pulling your groaning self up off the couch and jokingly half-carrying you to your bedroom door, Ashton bid you goodnight with a hug and a kiss to the forehead before disappearing into your guest room. 
As you settled into your own bed, alone, and pulled the blankets up over you, you couldn’t help but think how nice it was to have Ash so present with you and with Charlie, and how sweet it would be in the morning to wake up together in the same house and go for breakfast at your favourite little brunch spot down the street, before waiting for James and Alice to return in the early afternoon. It was all your own little family unit, and as you felt yourself being lulled into sleep, you also felt a deep sense of content in your heart about the loved ones in your life. And then also there were those butterflies, just slowly but surely making their presence known, and getting a little bigger every time you thought of Ashton, and how much he loved Charlie, and how much she loved him and you, and how much you loved them both.
Shit. Did you actually love him? Were you falling in love with Ashton Irwin? Before you could panic too much, the need for sleep won out, and you slept peacefully knowing two of your favourite people were also sleeping calmly in the rooms either side of you. 
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𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄
                                                (  ~ Shinsou Hitoshi x Gender Neutral                                                               Reader Insert ~ )
GENRE: Fluffy Angst!                                                                
FANDOM: Boku No Hero Academia (My Hero Academia)
TRIGGER WARNINGS: This one is full of HELLA violence and angst. Talks of blood, suicide (briefly), etc is portrayed in this fic, even suggested drug abuse. There’s also curse words here. Shinso and Reader are aged up to 18. Class 1A and General Studies are mentioned a lot but they’re all 3rd years in this fic, I’m just going by Shinso and Reader only knowing the Class 1A kids strictly BECAUSE they were in the hero course. I’m gonna start clarifying that because, even though these students are generally in my age group, I still don’t want the image of these teenagers going through sexual encounters or heavy stuff like this being broadcasted. At least not from MY platform, whatever platform it may be.
SUMMARY: After a big villain/ hero battle, you and Shinso were the only heroes on the scene forced to flee, the villains having surrendered. You were teetering in and out of consciousness. The villains that were antagonizing you got into your head and you’d pushed those thoughts off to the side until they came back one night a week and a half later...
WORD COUNT: 4498
(Headers are mine, but the art inside of them are not! Please don’t steal or repost without credit!)
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  “HITOSHI!” You screamed out his name as you were becoming surrounded more and more, the villains sneering at you as more came from around the way, your quirk not strong enough to keep them at bay. Not by yourself at least. You took a side glance and noticed that your partner was having troubles too, knowing that he’d be having issues as well as his quirk was even more ineffective in this situation than yours. You were staring at him, watching him get beat up, but as you were about to move you were greeted by a swift kick to the stomach. Grimacing, you shuddered and shakily tried to move towards your boyfriend, feeling your hair getting tugged roughly, yanking you back into place as blood dared to trace your bottom lip. You looked over with glassy eyes as one of the villains came forth from a thick mob of their cohorts.
    “Mmm… Pitiful, weak hero. Calling for someone who isn’t willing to answer. You know…. Hero society is so damn corrupt…” The menace that’d been tugging your hair twisted their hand, wrapping your locks around his fingers causing you to cry out. You tried to reach behind you and you finally let the tears that were in your eyes fall. “L-Let me g-“ you were interrupted by a cold clock jab in your already bruised face, knocking you out.
   Just then you jolted awake, gasping for air that didn’t want to come down, trembling, your face already soaked with tears, meanwhile outside there was a harsh storm brewing up, the wind whipping through the tree’s leaves and branches. You shrieked quietly as you heard something outside break and you whimpered softly, looking down and seeing that your love, Shinso Hitoshi, wasn’t next to you anymore. Where could he have gone at this hour? Especially in this storm? It was 3:30 in the AM, and you shook your head trying to comfort yourself.
    “I-It’s just a nightmare…” You felt your clammy sweat sheening your forehead, only illuminated by the occasional lightning that cut across the sky.
     “For fucks sake…” You tangle your fingers in your hair and crush your head between your knees, screeching as a loud thunder clap knocked on the roof of the house, everything shaking and photos even falling off of the wall. You feel your chest get tight, your palms moist with sweat from having your hands balled up, more tears non consensually running down your face, searing into your skin as your flashback prevailed.
    “What a worthless weakling like you. A hero that can’t save anyone much less yourself… Hah.. Funny. ‘Hero’ scum…” The villain smirked as they leaned in closer and examined your face. “And stupid too.. Why are the two of you fighting for a system that hates you?” They scoff as they cross their arms, dragging the tip of their knife over the underside of their chin. “You, me, and that purple haired fellow… We’re not so different y’know.”
   “I-I’ll NEVER be like you! You have n-no p-power over me!” 
   The villain smirked once more and clicked their tongue. “Hmm…. Are you sure about that? Any of it?”
  Damnit. They’d noticed and picked up on the uncertainty in your voice and now they’re using it against you, maybe. The heroes love you, right? They supported you… Right? The heroes are… Fair for everyone… R..Right?
  You slap your head trying to bring yourself back to reality and then the villain’s words had branded their spot into your brain rent free, your breathing shaky, your lips trembling, your eyes darting around the room.
    “I’m just like you… My quirk so… Useless that it might as well be like I don’t have one in the first place. Huh… I’m just somebody that the heroes cast aside because I couldn’t be of use. I used to be in the hero course too, yknow. What they don’t tell you is, ‘if you don’t have use; not conventionally attractive, no flashy quirk, and not a money maker, then nobody loves you, and they’ll throw ya out’.. Just like they did to me. Like that damn All Might. And he’s supposed to be a teacher for you guys- what a joke. I mean look at me! My tooth is all chipped… My hair is super short… My hands and face tainted with scars… You’re one of the pretty ones… And he’s not half bad looking either… Though he could do with more sleep. While I’m at it, you could to..” The villain stroked over your cheek and  you flinch, finally letting tears fall, your nose burning as you held back and tried to hold out for back up that’d never come to your aid. “Shinso over there deserves a spot in the hero course- More than about three of those damn pesky hero wannabes- and that’s just off the top of my head,” The villain continued to press on. “… So tell me why exactly you’re both in general studies or whatever?”
   As much as you didn’t want to believe it, it was the truth. Did it irk you so much because those words that you heard your late parents utter come from a villain’s lips? Why did you feel so much about it? Why did you feel so much for the villain? Why the FUCK should you care?… But also, what’s with the hesitation? They’re the enemy! They tried to kill you at the end of the day…. And you know that they damn well easily could… But they didn’t.
You threw the covers off of you and you shook your head quickly.
    “NO! No no no no!!!! Get out of my head!” You hit your head against the mattress, your body aching and coated in lazily wrapped up bruises, cuts, scars and slashes that’d scabbed over and opened back up, the blood searing your skin-or so it felt like- as it slid down from your injury. You suddenly remembered where Shinso went- out to get a medicinal refill. One for your pain and another for these harsh flashbacks. You tried to relax, sliding out of the bed, the thunder rumbling making you way more jumpy than usual. You made it to the bathroom and locked yourself inside, pressing your back against the wall, sliding down until you were sitting on the ground, hugging your knees, crying in the darkness, your eyes narrowed out in rage as you relived the scene, the villain now jeering at you as you squirm helplessly within their henchman’s grasp.
    “O-Of course I’m sure…” But were you really? You winced as you felt the villain closing in, smirking, his lips practically touching your ear, his hands on your hips… Protectively? You try and kick away and you’re roughly pushed against a broken building on fire. They smirk as you squeak, trying your hardest to push them off of you but you can’t muster up the strength from your broken body and you end up a mass of tears. How the fuck did you even manage to escape the henchmen and fight them off long enough? You might as well have stayed held up… You cornered yourself. Freedom short lived but also at the hand of Shinso’s safety.
    “If only I was smarter… He would be able to fight off longer…”
       “Aw, honey. What are you so scared of,” they teased and taunted, wiping your tears gently. You tried to think… What WERE you afraid of? You assumed already that becoming a hero wouldn’t be an easy or particularly safe job, you knew what you wanted- to save people. Were you scared that suddenly you were powerless against a pretty powerless villain? Or that none of the bigger heroes had came to your aide? Or… Maybe it was what the villain said was true and you didn’t want to accept it. Maybe it was because you didn’t have much power, and because of that, the death toll of surrounding civilians continued to climb higher. Maybe it was the fact that finally you might be dying. Maybe you were scared for Shinso? But… He was still fighting. Why couldn’t you? Your face overcame a weak shade of red as you heard the villain snicker in your ear, their breath tickling at your ear lobe. You flinch and try and push away, a sharp shard of debris from the broken building plunging into your skin and muscles, narrowly missing your spine. You wince and yell out loudly, wondering how long you could keep going, your knees weak, hero costume torn and tattered, your knees giving out as you lean against the enemy for support wondering when your fucking support was gonna come. It’d been HOURS and you and Shinso have been holding your own both of you wishing you could’ve ended the fighting sooner, but physically unable to.
    “I guess… In the end, they were right. I DO indeed make a much better villain… These people.. They give me everything I could have ever asked for… A home. Acceptance.. But you fucking assholes… You’re trying to take that from me! WE DON’T NEED MONEY OR ANYTHING FLASHY TO SUCCEED! I’m sick of the world only saving certain people. That’s why we do what we do… SO the world can save everyone… But you motherfuckers don’t see it.. You’re trying to destroy it… And guess what? I have backup and you don’t. OUR family is more loyal than yours… You know they can all see you right? You’re the face of everyone’s screens… You’re on the heroes’s radar. But they don’t give a DAMN. You’re. Not. Them. Now.. Enough of that. I asked you a question. Be a good little hero and answer it or I’ll just have to kill you,” they shrugged, unsheathing a beautiful blade with vines engraved so neatly, the shine reflecting orange and yellow on your skin. They started dragging the tip up your arms. “Was it what I said? Are you realizing that it’s the truth,” they hissed in your ear.
    “Mmm.. Cmon… Speak up. I can’t hear you.. But before you lie to me… Look around. Where’s that beloved All Might of yours? Where’s Endeavor? Or Ecto, or Orca? Eraserhead? Your own teacher?! Nowhere. Just you and Shinso. How the hell are you two supposed to defend against all of us? They sent you out to die. They know where you both are but they aren’t here. Huh. And yet-“
    “SHUT UP,” you cried out, wiggling against your restraints trying to push those thoughts to the side. “Fuck fuck fuck… Please… Please shut up!” They ran their fingers through your hair, leering over you as they admired the beautiful tears that fell from your face at first from being scared and then next from realization. “Oh sweetheart~ You say I have no power over you, just you wait,” they winked and they backed away dropping their weapon and ogling you. “I’ll just help you out. We ALL surrender,” he retreated, yawning, the spotlights falling over you and a beat up Hitoshi, panting and bleeding though you were more broken, the villains surrounding the both of you receding into one clump. Your knees gave out and you dropped to the ground having no crutch, the villain antagonizing you having fell back. You were falling unconscious practically, your eyes fluttering and unresponsive. 
   “(Y/N!)” You heard Shinso’s smooth voice barely before you tried to answer with a small grunt. You felt new warmth taking over as he dropped next to you, brushing your tattered hair out of your face, his eyes wide with rage and worry. “(Y/N), answer me,” he said softly, cradling your head against his chest.
    “Y-Yeah..” You managed a small response, your mind instantly becoming foggy and your body warm as he activated his quirk, his voice chiming quietly in your head.
    “Just stay with me, baby. We’ll get you to the doctors… Rest…” And that’s all you heard before you’d slipped, your body tingling from the blood  loss. 
   You were ripped from this flashback and you were cradling yourself, trembling on the cold tiled floor of your bathroom waiting for Shinso to come back, knowing that you couldn’t take much more of this.
    “They were right,” you whispered quietly. You went to talk to All Might about what happened, asking to seek counseling and help because of these severe PTSD episodes and he simply brushed you off with, “All heroes are expected to perform at top! Meds and further counseling could be damaging to your performance,” and Endeavor pretty much told you to get over it. You remembered how all of the villains had back up and they even seemed to have your back too. They knew that they could all kill you AND Shinso in the same breath but instead they surrendered and opened your eyes. You didn’t want to believe it… Did you really belong in the hero course? Were they just saying that to get in your head? You didn’t know what was going on anymore.
    “Why are those fucking hero course kids treated like fine china?? Why do they get special counseling, training, and shit and we’re stuck here?! Why?! WHY! I’m trying to work my ass off even more than they do because they have flashy quirks!” You slowly stopped crying, sitting up on your knees absolutely enraged as you stared at the floor.
    “They had loads of support… Where was everyone when we needed them…? Did they really send us out to die?” You rubbed your arm as you tried not to slip into your previous mind state, waiting patiently. There was a gentle knock on the door, causing you to jump and shriek.
    “(Y/N)? Are you okay?” It was just Shinso… The very person you’d wished to see. But why did suddenly it feel all wrong? You heard a small paper bag rustling on the other side and you sighed softly, draping your hand over your forehead, slowly unlocking the door, your knuckles broken and bloodied from pounding at the floor. Shinso’s eyes widened. He knew that your episodes were bad but you never went so far as to do this. It was mostly just crying and trembling. The answer was obvious but the both of you didn’t really care for the honest truth. You’d broke… You lost faith and hope. Your hard work, busting your ass trying to catch up to the hero course kids— Even MINETA! He’s a fucking perv that wears a bowl as his hero costume!
   “(Y/N)… What happened..?” He asked with caution, probably already knowing what’d gone down in his absence. Your eyes teared up as you saw his expression, his eyes swirling with intense dejection and brood. Suddenly you felt that you were in the way. In the way of his happiness and your fellow students. But… How could you just stand by and watch as your friends try and fail to reach the impossible status of the Hero Course kids. You didn’t hate Class 1A for this, it’s not their fault after all. It’s always been like this even before they knew how to say UA High. You were deflated instantly, but still you were determined to find answers but too weak to accept the truth if it came from a villain’s lips. Shinso noticed the lax that seized your posture and he sat on the ground beside you as you refused to answer his question. You zoned out.. AGAIN, your eyes now fixated on that white paper bag that sat beside your boyfriend’s foot.
   “(Y/N)?” He snapped in front of your eyes a couple of times and you jumped, snatched back to reality, his messy purple hair sunk in front of his eyes, his eyes looking even more tired than usual. You couldn’t help but to think it was because of you. Then, he saw that you were back with him and not the monsters of your mind, his sleepy smile replacing the look of worry that was on his face when he came back to see you broken on the ground. 
    “H-Huh? O-Oh! S-Sor-“ And just like that, you were under his spell. He’d asked a question and you responded. His eyes were a little more hopeful and you gave in immediately to him as he gently commanded you around.
    “Come here and cuddle me,” he said softly, his words the only thing present in your head. With each command he gave, your body had a surge of warmth flowing through your veins causing you to shiver. This was the most relaxed you’d felt since… Since you got accepted to UA. You scooted a little, sitting up and straddling his lap, your legs wrapped around his waist and your head rested on his chest. He smiled and wrapped his arms around your waist, picking both you and the bag up off of the floor and walking back to your room.
     You snuggled into his chest, your mind still fuzzy as he sat down at the foot of the bed, hugging you tighter, the bag now rested at the side of you.
     “Relax, baby,” he whispered in that soothing tone in your ear and suddenly, your body’s tension melted away and you leaned into him more. “Good kitty,” he chuckled softly as he started to rub your back. “Now.. Tell me what happened.”
       Before you knew it, you were spilling your guts starting with details of the fight to the breakdown you were going through and he grunted softly with a small nod, his jawline tensing up. “Hitoshi,” you whispered softly against his chest. “When will it get better?… When will I stop looking at pill bottles with malicious intent… When can we finally be good enough for everyone. I mean fuck.. We’re third years now and the kids that were in class 1A are still held on the highest possible pedestal,” you whimper as the pain of your injuries become more apparent, your brain coming down from the numbing high he put you under. “…When will I stop getting in the way of you,” you added quietly, shifting a little and wincing, holding back more tears as you bury your face in his chest. Why’d you let it slip? He stroked over your hair and he continued to lull you into relaxation with his words.
    “Hey… Listen to me, (y/n),” he started, his hand on your hip the other ducking under your chin, his eyes locking onto yours as he guided your head up. “You’re NEVER in the way of me, okay? I understand… You think your hard work was all for nothing… Hero society is kind of.. Fucked up in that way, but listen to me. Okay? Are you listening?” His jawline tensed as he stared at you and you nodded slowly, brushing his sleek purple bangs out of his face.
     “You’re everything to me… I know you’re thinking of ditching this UA bullshit.. Hell I was whenever everyone told me how great of a villain I’d make because of my stupid quirk,” he said lowly, his voice a little wavery as he began to well up himself.
      “But…. Why can’t we become heroes that save everyone? We could.. I dunno make a smaller group.. For people with smaller quirks when we become pros. It’s not a matter of if.. And we don’t have to be super popular. I mean, think about it… Eraser isn’t too popular… But everyone knows his name and knows him as an underground hero.. And he’s got a quirk just like us. If he could do it then we definitely can… Just stick it out with me a little longer, baby. I promise you that things’ll get better.” He caressed your cheek gently and you let his words replace the villain’s. You pushed your head into his hands and you looked away from his eyes and down at his chest.
    “They surrendered for us… Toshi.. They were more of a family… They were together… And once ONE said to back off they all did… H-He said that the heroes could see us.. We were on the radar and we were ignored… How am I supposed to take that? I just.. I want a place where I can finally feel fucking normal.. Safe… Protected… He said it in the best and worst way.. We’re not the money makers here… So big name heroes don’t help… We exist too…”
   Shinso nodded and a small smile crossed his lips as he shed his jacket and wrapped it around you, the harsh punches of hard rain hitting your window finally subsiding a little.
     “Baby. So what if they saw us? They didn’t help and that’s on them. WE’RE known now though… If they are doing it for the money… Well then they’re not real heroes. We’re becoming heroes to save people.. Not… Money. Not fame. We’re gonna be the ones that save everyone and not just certain people… And maybe- just maybe.. We can coax those villains that we were fighting against out of villainy and maybe they’ll join us… Who knows?”          
      You smile at his hopefulness and you sit up again, pressing your lips against his and wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He returned the kiss, both arms around your waist, a soft breath escaping him as he pushed into the kiss more. After a long, lingering moment, your drowsiness is more apparent and you pull away slowly, your lips still barely touching his, his forehead rested against yours. He opened his beautiful, exhausted indigo eyes and he stared into yours and you both sit there smiling at each other.
     “I love you, Hitoshi,” you whisper quietly as you start to play in his hair.
     “I love you too, Kitty,” he smiled more and held up the bag. “Let’s get you something to eat so you can take these okay? I think… Maybe a counseling session is in order? Since… We’re not hero course kids… We’ll have to pay for it ourselves, but it’ll be worth it! I promise,” he smiled at you as you take one of the bottles out of the bag. Once again, his pep talks calmed you down but this one inspired you. The incident was now seen in a new light… YOU weren’t the victim.. And you were gonna see to it personally that nobody else ever went through what both you and the villain did. You were going to make it, the villain’s and Shinso’s words to be the driver of your success.
      “Hey Toshi?” You asked quietly as he set you on the bed and made his way into the kitchen. You followed him and leaned in the doorway, playing with one of the smooth pills in your hands as you looked at him
     “Yes baby?” He rose an eyebrow as he sifted through the cabinets.
     “…We’re all in the same school… We’re all students trying to be heroes.. So why are the rest of us treated like shit?” He made his way over to you, kissing your forehead, a pack of fruit snacks, a small container of cookies, a bag of chips, and a bottle of water in hand.
     “You know.. That’s a good question… Maybe you should ask that when we’re top pros. I’ll be right by your side… Every single step of the way. I promise.” Your face burned with a bright blush and you grabbed Shinso’s hand, something slick and drenched rubbing against your legs. You jump and squeal quietly.
    “AH! WHAT THE FU- Oh! Snowball? Why were you outside during the storm??” You picked up your fluffy cat and Shinso smiled, holding your waist from behind, kissing the cat in the middle of his ears. He’d begged you to get a cat for so long and you finally got one, against the advice of the teachers. You guys were adults now. You were gonna act like it at least.
     “Hey… I have to take a shower… I’m all bloody and stuff.” He dragged you into the room, picking you up and tossing you on the bed along with the snacks. “Toshiii!!” He hopped on the bed next to you and climbed over you, kissing you gently everywhere but your lips, even attacking your neck a little.
     “Kittyyyy,” he mocked you and rolled his eyes playfully. Snowball made his way in between the two of you and he took his place on your chest purring loudly. “I think Snowball wants you to stay. And I do too.”
    “But-“
    “Shhhhhh…. Just stay a little while, okay? Then I’ll let you go take a shower.” You smile a little at his words and he lays down on both you and Snowball. Snowball purrs louder and stares at your boyfriend, his arms draped over you and his eyes closed as you play with his hair, his head rested next to Snowball’s on your chest. He hummed quietly as you take the pill, your fingers massaging at his scalp. He and snowball both fall asleep on you and you just stare at them, playing soft music from your phone. Despite Shinso’s talk, you were still afraid to sleep, however.. You didn’t mind staying awake, staring down at your beautiful boyfriend with his jawline so sharp it could fucking chop cheese, his messy purple hair still sprawled out though it rested more in his face than it did a few years ago. The pain of your injuries began to subside. Your mind was clear. You look at the purring cat and he looks at you through his squinted eyes before he falls asleep.
    Just his luck that the last thing he saw before he went to sleep today was that beautiful smiling face of yours.
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