#|| I've never wanted to grab a character by the shoulders and shake sense into them this hard until now.

[pixelpaladin24]

|| So ever wondered what was it like to have ADHD and obsess about a book? Ever wondered what it feels like to finish said book? Knowing it's over? Done? No more pages to turn, no more knowledge to consume? No more words from your favourite characters? Ever felt that sudden drop in dopamine when you remember "oh, I know it all"?

What a hateful feeling.

In the past few years, I've developed a habit of not being able to finish books.

Then Dune happened this year and I finished not only one book of the series but two during the course of like, three weeks, and I absolutely hate this feeling.

I am gutted. I am an empty shell. A hollow husk. Wow.

I should've put it down when I was in the middle of book two and leave it at that.

Gods. This shit fucking hurts.

I hate it.

I'm restarting book one tomorrow.

[awakenedevildays]

「missing out」 Stiles Stilinski x F!reader

a/n: the characters are aged up! (around 25/26 yo)

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"Hey pretty! how did the night go?" he asks as he pauses the show he's currently watching to give you his whole attention from where he's sat on the couch, Duchess and Marie are already getting off his lap to pad towards you. 

You attempt a small smile and slip off your high heels, your feet are sore from the position they were forced for the whole night and you sigh in relief when your heels touch the ground. "Hey baby, it was... fine." You only say as you pick up Marie from the ground and look down to see if Duchess is following you too towards your fiancé.

Stiles' smile turns into a frown at your forced smile and pats the cushion next to him to invite you to sit with him, you comply. 

"Just fine? I thought you were exited to tell the girls the news." He says as his hand grabs your left hand, his thumb caress the new teardrop diamond that perfectly adorns your ring finger.

"I was! and they're really happy for us..." you trail off and squeeze his fingers while with the other you let Marie down on the ground. 

He raises an eyebrow, you're obviously leaving something unsaid. "But?" he prompts, turning so that he's facing you and resting the free hand behind you on the back of the couch.

"Do you... ever feel like you're missing out?" you ask, trying to keep eye contact with him but clearly failing, causing his head to tilt. 

"Missing out? On what, exactly?" He inquires, his face laced in confusion as he takes in you expression, your eyes looking at him almost afraid of what the answer might be.

"On... you know... the relationship field" you specify and Stiles lets go of your hand to sit on the edge of the couch with his elbows resting against his knees and fingers intertwined in anxiety 

"I think I'm about to have a heart attack." he says after exhaling a shaky breath. 

"Nonono I didn't mean- I'm not saying I do, I never did." you hurry to explain and he turns his face to squint his eyes at you, clearly confused about why you're having this conversation now, just days after he finally proposed to you.

"Then why are we even having this conversation, love?" He responds, his voice has gone from confused to mildly upset. His brain comes up with the wildest thoughts, which is not helping his already short, tired, patience.

"Because I need to know that I'm not making you miss out on some things you should have done already, and couldn't do because of me." 

He looks even more confused than before, his eyes are still squinted as he tries to understand what's going on in your head. "And what exactly am I missing out on?" His body turns to fully face you again.

"Like hooking up, one-night stands, other relationships... Normal things a guy should do at our age." you list and you're surprised by your own words, it's absurd: you've never felt insecure about these things with Stiles.

His eyes widen at your words and his lips part, speechless. It takes him a moment to get back from the shock to say anything. "You really want me to go around and have one night stands?" he asks, his voice a mixture of incredulity and irritation.

"NO! No, absolutely not." 

He nods, his shoulders relaxing a bit, "Good... then... you're asking me if I regret being with you?"

"not really, not being with me as a whole, but only if you ever felt the need to have more than just me, you know? to try out other things or... other girls before taking this step with me... we're gonna be together for a very, very long time and I don't want you to have regrets." 

He shakes his head in disbelief. "Baby, where is all of this coming from?" 

You inhale deeply, it makes sense that he's confused, you never expressed these type of feeling. "Tonight I told the girls that we got engaged and they were all so happy for us... but then Malia said she wonders how you're so sure I'm the one if I'm the only one you've had a relationship with and I realized she's right! I've had other boyfriends and I'm sure you're the one... but you? Haven't you ever felt the need to look around? To kiss someone else? to-" 

“No." He says softly. "No, I have never ever felt the need to kiss anyone besides you, or to be with anyone else. Because ever since I realized how I felt about you when I was 10 I haven't been able to look at any girl the way I look at you. Fuck, I was lucky enough to have all my first times with the girl I'm madly in love with, why would I have wanted some stupid one-night stand when I knew that sooner or later you would have noticed me? You're the start, the end, and everything in the middle, I don't need or want anyone else." You don't answer, you only look directly into his eyes, as to see if there's any sign of a lie or doubts, but you don't find any and Stiles takes it as a sign to keep going, he grabs your hand and brings it up to his lip and places a soft kiss on your knuckles. "And I'll get to be your last, too. Your last kiss, your last boyfriend, your last fiancé, your last everything. I'll be the last man you'll ever want or need and I'm the luckiest guy in the world for it. And I don't care about Malia's stupid comment, if anything it should be you questioning why my dumb ass is the only guy your pretty brain has ever considered marrying."

"Don't be stupid, you know you're perfect for me." you scold him with a disappointed shake of head and a peck on his lips, you're a hundred percent sure you're the lucky one between you two. "I love you." 

He lets a huff of laugh escape his mouth, "come here," he whispers before pulling you over his lap, legs thrown over his thighs and head against his chest so close to his heart you can feel it beat under your ear. His arms tighten around your waist and his hand move to play with a strand of your hair gently. "I love you, you know how much I do." He whispers, his face so close to yours that his breath tickles your skin. "But you need to stop questioning the obvious, okay? It's not good for my heart." He smiles down at you before placing a kiss on your forehead. "And kindly tell Malia to fuck off," he murmurs playfully against your skin, his other hand coming up on your thigh to gently caress it.

You giggle at that and a kiss is soon placed on his chest, right over his heart as an apology for your own stupidity. "I don't think she meant harm, she's just... Malia." 

"Well, she should still keep those thoughts about our relationship inside her head. Just like everyone else." he replies with a grumble, his hand squeezes your thigh gently as to empathize what he's going to say. "It's just you and me from now on, okay?" you nod with a bright grin, it sound so beautiful.

"okay." 

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Not proofread, I'll correct it in the next days.

Do not copy or repost.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Helping Hand 13

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of divorce, manipulation, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: Jonathan Pine, 40s reader

Part of the Bookstore AU

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

The dull hues speckle in your vision. You've grown used to the haze and when it fades, you long for it. The pain melts way enough for comfort but not enough to be forgot. Always there, always aware of your own futility. 

It isn't the pain that rouses you that night but a sensation just as pertinent. At first, you're not sure what it is. Gentle waves on your skins, spirals that raise bumps, caresses that make you shiver.

You bring your hand up to meet another. Your touch lingers on Jonathan's wrist as your lashes flutter open. His silhouette is limned by the lamp behind him. The shadows set his features in a sinister way.

You murmur but don't speak. He hushes you, trading the strap of the sling that binds your arm. You groan at the ripple of pain underlined by something more. Something unbidden.

“All I want, dear, is for you to feel better,” he says as he pets your cheek, “do you know that? It's all I've ever wanted.”

You blink. You have no strength to argue. To point out the obvious. He's the one who has you at your worst.

“That day in the bookshop, when we met,” he turns onto his shoulder and lays on his side, “you looked lost and I felt as if I'd found you.”

You shake your head and squint. His words confuse you. He weaves such sweet soliloquys yet what he's done cannot be painted with pretty lies.

“You put that man above you for how long? And even after he abandoned you, you still could not put yourself first,” he cradles your face, “darling, can't you see that's all I'm doing.”

“No…” you whisper and close your eyes. 

You whimper and try to turn your face away. He catches your chin and tuts, keeping you in place as he lifts himself again. He surprises you as his lips meet yours. He kisses you softly, as if he means every word he says. A new sort of pain sparks in you.

He lets his fingers dance to your hairline. He moans into your mouth as his tongue delves inside. You squeeze your eyes tight, unable to resist. As much as you could blame the drugs, you know it's as much your own weakness. Just like those days you laid on your back and fulfilled your vows.

His fingertips graze your temple and cheek, down tour neck and along the crook of your collarbone. Further and further, feeling you through the light layer of fabric. That too big tee shirt that serves as your only shield.

He grips your hip as he leans over you, the slight pressure of his weight makes you squirm. You break away from his lips and gasp, grabbing him with your free hand, the sling keeping you trapped below him. 

“Please, Jonathan,” you beg.

“Darling, darling,” he kissed along your chin, “I only want to take care you, hm? Just because he never did, doesn't mean no one will.”

“No, stop,” your voice crackles, “please…”

“Sorry, darling, sorry,” he rasps between nibbles along your neck, “I won't mention him. It's best…” he kisses your shoulder, “if we both forgot that pesky ex.”

“N-no,” you squirm, “please…”

“I won't…” he let's the sentence dangle, “no, I only want a little.”

You wriggle, groaning at the agony it nails into your bones. You still to quiet the pangs, whining as he lifts himself over you. His hand wanders up and down your side as his lips descend your body.

He pushes up the bottom of the tee and bares your stomach. You babble and hide beneath your eyelids. He rolls the fabric above your chest as his lips tickle the tender flesh there. You quiver as he nips and pecks at you.

For a moment, you think it might be delirium. That the painkillers have skewed your mind. You want to believe it but it's all too real.

Just as real as that flamed stoked in your core. That glimmer of desire that lights your horror. You shouldn't like it. You shouldn't want it. It's that desire that comes from neglect. Of desperation.

His hand roves over your body, admiring you, worshipping you. No, consuming you, controlling you, violating you. You shudder as he teethes and kisses along your chest, toying with your sensitive buds and your overwrought nerves.

“It feels nice, doesn't it darling?” He speaks into your flesh, “I can tell, the way you tremble…”

You let out a moan, tortured but easily mistaken for delight. His hand brushes along your hip and down your thigh. He cloying drags his fingers back and forth, circling nearer and nearer your vee. 

You bite your lip as he nudges you lightly, shifting his legs between yours. He hovers over you, smothering your lips once more. He kisses you hungrily as his fingers trail along your pelvis. He delves between your folds as he swallows your groan.

He rubs you, slow but firm, curious but certain. His touch awakens your body even as your mind stays foggy. He draws pleasure from you easily. Expertly. 

As before, you are defenseless. You have no way to resist him. He is above you in every way. More than physically. 

He rolls your bud beneath his fingertips. He kisses you ravenously, puffing and panting, moving his hips in time with his hand. He slides his fingers down and dips them inside you, pressing the heel if his hand against you.

He rocks his hand, electricity shooting down to your toes and up to the crown of your head. You tense as the unyielding pain mingles with your stolen delight. You whine and turn your head away, his lips smearing across your cheek.

He breathes in your ear, growling as he tilts his hand, adding to the pulsing pressure in your core. You can feel how wet you are. You can hear it. You bite back another moan.

This isn't fair. It isn't. But life has never been very fair to you. Nor have the men in it.

[justablogger234]

So my lovely friend @purpleangelsele and fellow mileven shipper and tumblr user posted this today 👇

and it really got me thinking about how mike isn't really a touchy feely person like she said. When we first meet mike in season 1 episode one, we see that he's a nerdy kid who cares about his friends and plays that nerdy DnD game, but when they depart they don't shake hands or do that weird handshake thing that I've seen people do today which makes sense cause their in the 80s but still. The way they say bye is just either saying something sarcastic or talking about other people or just saying bye or see you tomorrow which I think it's funny. Mike isn't touchy feely, he's that friend who will do a half hug or who would shake your shoulder or pat your shoulder as a greeting and that's understandable, his family isn't the most touchy feely either with the somewhat exception of his mother. He's definitely not a hugger when we first meet him, or one that would hold hands with you or anything like that.

Then . ....

We meet el 😁😁. Our darling sweet and innocent el whose already killed people by the time they meet her 🤭🤭. And eventually they fall in love but during the duration of their one week romantic friendship, we do see mike being touchy feely with el, like putting his watch around her wrist, grabbing her wrist while running away,being in close proximity with her, hugging her, holding hands with her, grabbing her and dragging her away, grabbing her shoulders out of desperation to see if she's OK, and finally the big one kissing her. Then of course she "dissappears" and definitely causes mike to gave PTSD that will most definitely stay with him the rest of his life. I'd even go as far to say that her disappearing is the most traumatic event in his life. Enter season 2 and mike is depressed and moody but he does seem a bit more touchy, not by much but just a bit, character development anyone? There's this talented AO3 author who made a fic about how mike begins to show more affection after el dissapears and made a good point in showing that El was the one who helped him open up a bit (if you want the name of the fic please comment in the comment area and I will share it with you). I told @purpleangelsele that mike is like a moody little soft puppy when it comes to el, because nothing can shake his mean moodiness but when it comes to her, he just melts, and is really soft with her, after season 1 he never yells at her, or raises his voice, he's always soft and protective with her, quite clingy but it's justified. We only see this with el and I love that, I genuinely do believe that El is the only to fully experience and witness Mike's soft side because with her he doesn't want to be the leader of the party or the wheelers middle child, he just wants to be her mike who she loves, her mike who just wants to protect her from everything. My friend sel also made a good point about mike letting el be very touchy feely with him in season 3, clinging to him like a koala which is quite adorable, and he let's her do that. Mike strikes me as someone who wasn't exposed to that much physical affection growing up, aside from his mother and maybe Nancy when he was little but I'm not sure. So someone showing him so much love and affection must be kinda shocking to him because it's something he hasn't felt much. At the beginning of season 1 I doubt mike would have let one of his buddies or even a girl cling onto him like that, he'd probably push em off and get annoyed, but with el it's different. In fact he wants her to show him affection, I'm sure he definitely enjoys and even craves it, because el gives him all the love attention and affection he's always wanted and was somewhat deprived of. And we see mike giving el affection too, he's very protective of her and I'd say el is the person he's touched most in his life in a physical intimate way (not that way you creeps). We do know that holding hands and putting their foreheads together seems to be their signature go to acts of affection. Mike definitely enjoys kissing her and vice versa but I think hugging, holding hands and pushing their foreheads together is what they enjoy most.

Anyway, apologies for this veeery long post I just wanted to comment on our softboy mike with his sweet beloved el. Please enjoy these gifs.

[the-scaredy-crow]

Get to Know Your Moots Writeblr Interview

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Thank you for the tag @ceph-the-ghost-writer ! It's been like over a month, but I finally got a chance to work on this.

I'm leaving an open tag since it has been so long. If you see this, don't be scared to jump on and tag me in your post so I can read it!

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Remember, folks; if any of the questions don’t spark joy, just delete ‘em. If someone tags you and this feels like a chore, don’t do it! This is for fun!

On the Tumblr Writing Community

How long have you had your writing Tumblr/Writeblr?

I've had this account for years, probably since I was 16 at least? Maybe longer? I only recently gathered the courage to start posting here, so I've been more active in Writeblr since around the beginning of 2024.

What led you to create it?

I created my account for the sense of community and belonging I found on here. I grew up in a tiny town, where I never really got to be myself. Even when I was writing, I either had to filter myself a ton or never let my work see the light of day. This seemed like a place I could be myself and be surrounded by people like me.

What’s your favorite thing about the Writeblr community?

The community aspect of it all, 100%. I've never had so many people who care about the same things as me and who are so completely themselves. It's so refreshing.

What’s one thing you’d like your mutuals to know about you?

I am super anxious, especially about social stuff, so if I come off as cold or distant or anything, I really don't mean to.

Is there anything you’d like to see more of on your dash?

More mutuals, always more mutuals! I also love seeing rambles about whatever y’all are obsessed with lately!

What tips/advice do you have for someone who made a Writeblr today?

Be yourself! Don't be afraid to reblog, like, and follow. Everyone I know loves that type of stuff, and even though it's scary to put yourself out there, it is the only way you will get to meet the amazing people on here.

WIP it Good

Which Works-in-Progress (WIPs) or writing projects are you noodling about, lately?

I am in the process of rewriting/finishing the first draft of Kindling Bones. My brain has been filling in a bunch of gaps and adding to it a lot lately, so I’m just trying to keep up.

How long have you been working on them?

I started Kindling Bones in 2022 (maybe?), but I really started focusing on it after I finished the first draft of a story I lost the spark for. I’ll eventually get back to that one I think.

Do you remember what inspired them/what got you started?

Kindling Bones was a mash-up of a couple ideas. Originally, it was a story of a hero-turned-villain desperate for revenge after his family was caught in the middle of a hero’s mission. I think it was partly inspired by one of my old WIPs. Somewhere along the way, it turned into a battered hero who loses everything holding onto his new life as desperately as a starved dog and finally learning to heal. I honestly forgot Rhys was supposed to be a villain!

How much time, in your best estimation, do you spend thinking about them?

Kindling Bones takes up so much of my brain currently. I see Spyder and Achy Bones in every cat I want so desperately to adopt. Rhys and Adam will not leave my brain alone with all their angst and fluff.

When someone asks the dreaded, “What do you write about,” question, what do you usually say?

Uhhhhhhhh (I turn red and break down into a stuttering mess).

I don't talk about my writing to anyone except on here. It's usually a vague "fantasy, murder, that type of stuff" if I accidentally do mention it. Or just an “I haven’t really been writing lately.”

What do you want to say (if it’s different from what you do say)?

I want to tell them about how I write stories driven by characters, stories that I crave and that I hope others can look at and say, "hey, there's me". I want to go on an on about the stupid little gay people I write. I want to grab their shoulders and shake them and say "I write everything my heart tells me. I write love."

Let’s Rotate Blorbos

Name any characters you created.

My first gay character will probably never see the light of day. His name was Jackson, and he was just a side character, but he took up all of my brain. (Looking back, his story was terrible and I'm glad to have abandoned it, but I am grateful he existed for where he got me)

My current favorite is probably Katzyr, Viktor, or any character from Damsel Not in Distress, though they haven't seen much spotlight.

Who’s the most unhinged?

That's a toss-up. Katzyr definitely has his quirks and is the biggest loose-cannon I currently have. I also have one who is literally losing his mind. And there's the MC from the first wip I ever finished a first draft of, who got more unhinged throughout his story (I might go back to that story, but I wrote it under my old pen name, so maybe not).

Who comes the most naturally for you to write?

The characters in my wip, Damsel not in Distress, are easy to write because I focused so much on their characterization when plotting the story. The first character I wrote who falls under the asexual umbrella is my beautiful graysexual detective, Evan from Memento Mirror. He probably comes pretty naturally for me since I'm ace, and he opened the floodgates for so many more a-spec characters.

Do you ever cringe at them?

Not much honestly. Sometimes at the stupid mistakes and misunderstandings?

How much control do you feel you have over your characters?

My OCs are usually the type to write themselves and not leave me alone about it. I do a lot of work building them up in the beginning, but eventually they just take over my brain whenever they please and tell me how things are going to go.

Do you enjoy people asking questions about your characters?

Yes!! I would love to answer questions about my characters! Literally ask them through whatever means you want, and I will do my best to answer.

On Writeblr Engagement

What makes you want to follow another Writeblr account?

I'll admit, I'm pretty click-happy. If I see a profile recommended that looks interesting, I do a bit of surfing then follow. I mostly go by vibes, but I also follow if the WIPs are cool! If there’s a queer WIP, I am probably going to follow :)

What makes you decide against following?

I 100% don't follow- and will probably block- anyone hateful. I’m also really careful about cybersecurity (it’s a big part of my job and one of the fields I study) so I will definitely avoid any accounts that seem fake.

Do you interact with non-mutuals often?

I try to; I'll reblog any post that inspires me, but I usually only see the stuff from my mutuals and others I follow.

Do your mutuals’ characters occupy space in your noodle?

OMG yes! I was at the library a while ago waiting for my sister, and I was like oh, I can look for that book that's been plaguing me. After like fifteen minutes of searching the internet with vague descriptions, I realized it wasn't published yet... I was looking for a book from someone I follow on here. So yeah, I definitely think about your OCs/stories.

*If you have a story that's published or coming up, lmk so I can check it out!*

[calethelettuce]

SaSi Intruality Week 6/7: Chaos Cookies - The Electric Boogaloo x2

Prompt: Baking

Tags: @intrualityweek

Synopsis: Patton and Remus are back in the kitchen! The follow up to Day 1's oneshot. Remus finally gets permission to make "cookies". Patton's there to support him and make sure the house doesn't burn down. We've got a shorter one today, my motivation isn't being very nice to me :(

Characters: Patton, Remus, Virgil

Relationships: Romantic Intruality, Implied Prinxiety

TW: Swearing, PATTON SAYS A BAD WORD????!!!?? Glass shards, inedible food items being ingested, eating glass, talk of cremation/burning bodies, sex jokes/implications (don't be surprised), minor description of burnt skin/Remus is being dumb, I MEAN IT GUYS

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"Remus, buddy, can we keep the glass shards in the bowl, please?"

Remus only continued to mix the dough at a quick pace, snickering to himself as the pieces of once-shiny glass scraped against the sides of the bowl. "You said I have full control today!" he proclaimed, adding the slightest pinch of poison ivy to the concoction, "Therefore, no thanks!"

Patton sighed, shaking his head slightly. "You do you, then, Morningstar."

Patton observed the state of the inedible batter from behind Remus, peering over his shoulder.

It was lumpy, the sharp blade-like edges of the glass sticking out at odd angles. The leaves of poison ivy the green-sashed side threw in stuck out like a sore thumb against the pale colored dough.

"Isn't it great, Patty?" Remus asked proudly, admiring his handiwork with a grin, "I've never made something so delicious before!"

Patton gave him the biggest smile he could muster. "Well..! It's certainly not my taste, but uh, I can definitely see the appeal."

Even Remus could tell he was lying.

Although, instead of getting upset as most would, his smile only grew bigger. "Exactly!" he chirped, grabbing a ball of dough with his bare hands, "Time to throw these fuckers in the the torture chamber!"

Patton handed him a cookie sheet. "Put them on this one please," he practically begged, "I really don't want to clean the oven again."

Remus rolled his eyes but complied. He smashed the ball onto the sheet. "There."

"Good job, bud!"

"Thanks!"

Remus continued to slap the remaining dough balls onto the surface, with Patton holding the sheet out gingerly and carefully as to not get poison ivy from the leaves.

"Remus, does poison ivy still work the same here as it does in the real world?" he asked, nearly avoiding an accidental attack from a loose leaf, "Because if it does, maybe I shouldn't-"

"You'll be fine! I made these, but they only affect me! I made sure of it. It's just these ones that do that, though. If you find any in a forest, then that'll give you the greatest rash this world has ever seen."

Patton shivered at the thought of that. Remus took the pan from him carelessly, pressing a kiss to the shorter side's forehead. "Did we already set the oven to 600?"

"..600?"

"600!" Remus opened the oven door, quickly shoving the pan in before shutting it again. "Wouldn't want us to get cremated!"

"It's not hot enough for the human body to burn, you know." Patton supplied, washing his hands with extra soap, "It's got to be at least 1400 fahrenheit."

Remus stared at him in shock, mouth hung agape. "Holy shit, this is why I love you."

Patton laughed. "Well, even dads can have a dark sense of humor!"

"You're even hotter when you make dark jokes." Remus winked at him, leaning on the counter. "Except you're always hot. You're a certified DILF."

Patton felt his cheeks go red. "I-"

"Shhhh," Remus strode over, putting a finger to Patton's lips. "You're gonna make me horny."

"Stop being gay!" They heard Virgil shout from the living room, "It's too late for your shit, Remus!"

Patton felt his face grow darker. "Virgil, I thought you'd be upstairs by now!"

"Too early. Besides, it's not like I go home, since my house is covered in glitter because of somebody- also known as Remus. It's only 10."

Remus snickered. "I regret nothing, bitch."

Patton kept an eye on the oven to make sure nothing was on fire. He took the messy, empty bowl from the counter, handing it to Remus. "Have a gift for your junkyard! I don't think it's safe for me to use the bowl anymore."

"Awh, thanks Pattycake!" Remus took the bowl gratefully, evaporating it away to his junkpile by the playground outside. "I love that you're thinking about me!"

Patton smiled up at him, hopping onto the tips of his toes to press a kiss to Remus' nose. "Always am!" he chirped, ruffling the taller side's hair.

He heard Virgil groan from his spot on the couch.

"You're just mad you're lonely!" Remus gave the purple-clad side the middle finger. "Cause Princey doesn't want to suck your DI-"

"Remus!"

"My bad, Pat." The timer dinged to signal the cookies were finished. "OH! They're done!"

Well, Patton knew his house was going to smell like burnt cookies for the rest of the week.

Remus took the pan out of the oven with his bare hands, laughing as the sizzling smell of burnt flesh filled the room.

“Holy shit, Remus! Put the pan down!” Patton was little too tempted the smack the pan out of his hands. “You’re gonna burn your hands off!”

Remus plopped the pan down onto the counter. “That was fun!” He declared, “I don’t have fingerprints or palm skin anymore!”

Patton heard Virgil mutter a quiet “oh fuck no-“ before the anxious side ran up the steps to the guest room.

He turned back to Remus. “Come on, honey, I thought we agreed this one was going to be injury free!” He said sadly.

Remus pouted. “But that was fun!” He insisted.

Patton let out a huff. “I know, I know, but you have to keep your promises!”

“…fine.” Remus magicked away his hand burns with a frown, wiggling his fingers for reference. “There.”

Patton gave him a soft smile. “Thank you. I didn’t mean to make you upset, dear.”

“You didn’t.”

Patton gave the taller side a quick hug, resting his head on Remus’ shoulder. “Next time, we can have another baking day where I’ll let you do whatever you want, okay?”

Remus brightened just a bit at that. “Really!?”

“Of course!”

Remus hummed in appreciation, hugging Patton back. “Okay.”

“Now, how about we wait for these cookies to cool?”

“Oh, who needs that!?”

The sudden release of pressure and the sound of crunching glass signaled that Remus was already chomping down on a glass cookie.

Patton knew he was gonna have his work cut out for him this week.

[ghostlytravelerprince]

11/16/23

Dear Diary,

It's a warm November day, and I'm thinking a lot about aging. A couple days ago, I did my clinical time in the ER. This is nothing like the ambulance; you return to your patients time and again. I began to become attached to them, which is my worst fear and my greatest desire. But, it's like a looking glass made of flesh -- I've never been so painfully aware of my humanity before.

My sweet patient was an old woman with dementia. And she scratched and bit and said every horrible thing she could think of. But, coming back to it a few days later, I don't think she was cursing us in the typical way -- to intentionally inflict damage on another person. Maliciously. It's more like how my dog barks aggressively when he fears for his life. And my heart aches with the fear she must have felt.

Medical experimentation might be one of my more irrational fears. It's rare to happen, but when it does happen, it happens to the one place you can't escape from. Medical experimentation robs you of your agency just like a virus does, but with calculated human intent. Anyway... I shouldn't make another person's terror about me, because in that moment she was certainly more afraid than I, but I can't shake this sick feeling in my stomach when I think about how I had to hold her down during her violent outbursts.

When she begged me to stop, when she begged for someone to help her, I could only tell her "I'm sorry" and continue to pin her wrist. Because I care about her health, I had to act in a way that morally offends me. I think I'm disgusted with my own behavior, even though I understand why I had to do it. But, no matter how many times we explained it to her, the wretched holes in her brain wouldn't allow her to understand. My mind keeps coming back to my dog when we take him to the veterinarian -- how he snarls and bites because he's just so, so scared. It must feel like an alien abduction.

I wish I could put a dam in front of the mental floodwater when I imagine how she must have felt in that moment. My obsession with the horror of having a body is what drives me and what makes my heart ache for others. I thought I knew that horror all too well -- being transgender -- but I'm just now greeting its many hydra heads. Dementia, sepsis, psychosis, cancer, death.

I don't know how I am going to cope when I see the things I asked to see (it's like being a poorly written Lovecraftian character...). I think that's why I'm starting this diary. And, I don't know how I'm going to stop the aching. Maybe that's something people just carry when they look deep into their own mortality. It's only my second day seeing patients, and I cannot begin to predict who I might become.

...

When we returned to the room half an hour later, she was hidden under the blankets like a critter. And, when we took her blood pressure, she told us about how these people had come in earlier and attacked her. The "attack" might have been the scariest moment for her, but I think this conversation was the scariest moment for me. I wanted to grab her by the shoulders and shake her and ask "WHO WERE YOU?!". It felt like there was a veil to a deep and rich human life that had been eaten up by moths, and I couldn't make sense of the tatters. I wonder if scraps can even be considered a veil at all.

...

Overall, it was a wonderful day. I was given a lot to think on, which is exactly what I need right now. The nurses were very kind, and the work was very stimulating. I only ask that I'm allowed to age gracefully, now that I'm stuck inside my body.

[lloydfrontera]

it doesn't even make sense from a narrative sense!!! that's not what lloyd wished!! he never wanted that kind of position!! it goes directly against what he wished for!! not even in a satisfying 'challenge your character's goal' way! like!!

ok here, let me show you what i mean

"Yes. it's just... All I ever wanted was a proper family that would greet me after i came home from work. With them, I thought it would be nice to live an ordinary and happy life with the money I make.”  “So?”  “So, I worked hard every day. That is, before I found myself here. But my dream hasn’t changed even after I got here.”  “To start a family?”  “Yes, though I've come to covet one more thing,” confessed Lloyd.  “What’s that?”  “Lazing around for the rest of my life.”  “Oh?” Verkis sounded intrigued.  “Now that I have a prosperous life in this fiefdom, I want to protect it and enjoy everything that it offers. And now, I want to stay here and laze around for the rest of my life. With my family, I have come to yearn for the relaxed life of a retiree. And that is why...”  Lloyd meant every word he said, and his voice now contained force.  “It will be just burdensome for me to obtain more power, larger territories, a stronger military, or something along that line. I'll be kept away from leisure to deal with it all. Doesn't it seem like a lot of work? Thus, my only wish is for my family and the people around me to be at ease and happy. I want to live the rest of my life surrounded by their warmth without another day of work.”  “And that is why the Jewel of Truth is a burden to you?”  “Yes, since I already have everything necessary to make my dream come true. Nothing more is needed. So long as I stop the restoration of destiny, I'll be able to achieve my goal. Anything beyond that would just become a stumbling block to my dream.”  -Chapter 313: Swordsmaster Syndrome (1)

like. c'mon. this was such a good moment! it's good storytelling!!

at the start of the story you have lloyd who has lost his loved ones, who is struggling to barely keep himself afloat and whose only wish is to have a family that would welcome him home and enough to keep it safe and comfortable. and he thinks the only way to achieve this is to marry and have kids because that's pretty much the only way our amatonormative society considers appropriate.

and then as the plot goes on we start to realize that. no. actually lloyd doesn't really need to do that because. well. he's already getting a family. as he gets closer and closer to the fronteras and javier you realize that lloyd's wish is coming true!

All I ever wanted was a proper family that would greet me after i came home from work.

and what's better is that it comes to a point lloyd himself realizes this. he realizes that despite his attempts to keep his distance and not take a place he feels he hasn't earned he already loves his new family so much he's willing to do anything to keep them safe no matter the cost.

This change was also manifested in Count Arcos and Countess Marbella, who chucked their gardenind gadgets and rushed to his side. "Lloyd!" "My, are you alright?!" Both of them were completely out of breath as they wrapped their arms around Lloyd. Their hands were caked with dirt that they failed to shake off on their way to him. Lloyd was grateful for that. He was overwhelmed with gratitude toward them for regarding him as their son and always warmly welcoming him with open arms. And he was more appreciative that their concerns preceded their warm welcome and joy to see him. [...] Touched, Lloyd grabbed the count and countess' hands and he looked at the count, his eyes wet with tears. "I am proud of you," Count Arcos encouraged as he patted Lloyd's shoulder. "Good job." "Thank you." Lloyd choked up once more. He then made a decision. He would protect them. He would work harder from now on as he wanted to be with them for as long as possible. With that resolution, he flashed a big smile as he held back his tears. Then he spoke the words he always yearned to say when he had a family. "I am home..." -Chapter 308: Changing the Construction Site (3)

again! lloyd's wish was to have a family, people he loved and the could come back to when he came home. that's it. the 'wife and children' detail was just him working with what he believed was his only option. but then plot happens and he comes to realize that actually no it isn't. there's other ways to get a loving family and he's already doing it. he's already achieved it! now he only has to fight to protect it.

it's a perfect arc. you set up expectations and then you subvert them without cheating your audience of seeing their main character not get his heart's desire just not in the way he initially envisioned. it's great.

and then. you marry him off and separate him from the family he worked so hard to gain and protect so he can have a straight marriage and children. because obviously you can't have a happy ending without that. right. forgot about that 🙄

sigh. anyway. onto better things.

if i think too long about the ending making lloyd leave the home he worked so hard to save behind along with the new found family he sacrificed his life for so he can move to a place he has no emotional connection to where he only knows two people (one of which is actually following him from the aforementioned home) in order to make him get a standard "have a wife and children" 'happy' ending i start wanting to bite people not gonna lie

[justmeinadaze]

In the Eye Of the Beholder ( Eddie X Plus Size Reader)

A/N: Ok let me start this by saying we all agree that Joseph Quinn/ Eddie Munson is gorgeous. Lately, I've been seeing a a lot of Plus size stories with Steve and or Eddie being with a plus size reader which are all dope! I did notice a common theme though where the reader is insecure about their physique and these 2 characters need to show them how beautiful they are. Now when I was kid I did have some insecurities about my weight but that vanished pretty quickly. I love my body and like the character in this story I'm proud of what I've done with it. That's the prospective I tried to write from here.

To all my beautiful souls out there that may be struggling with their body image I want you to know that your feelings are valid. You are beautiful inside and out. And NEVER be ashamed of who you are. <3.

Warnings: Eddie feels ashamed about his body. Friends to lovers. Loss of virginity. Protected and unprotected sex (stay safe!), handjob (m receiving).

Word Count: 3,330

You and Eddie had been best friends for years. The minute you met him after he moved into the trailer park with his uncle you knew this is someone you wanted in your life forever. As you both got older, you grew more into your personalities and, of course, your bodies. Eddie started getting into metal music and what you called his “nerd vices” like Dungeons and Dragons and Lord of the Rings. You loved that 80’s synth pop and came to enjoy sports especially volleyball. You were ecstatic when you made the team. Eddie made fun of you but you knew he was proud.

Eddie shot up in height and by high school he prominently towered over you with his broad shoulders. Where Eddie went vertical your body seemed to move horizontal with your tummy and hips expanding to being bigger than what people deemed as “normal”. It genuinely didn’t bother you though or Eddie for that matter. You two would go out, filling up on burgers and milkshakes till you felt like you were going to explode. You were captain of the Varsity team at school and had some of the best stats in Hawkins. You never felt like your body slowed you down and the only opinion that matter to you was Eddies.

When the girls would giggle behind your back Eddie would shout something crass like “Hey! Ladies? I assume you’re laughing because you just don’t understand.” He gestured his hand up and down your body. “This is what a beautiful woman looks like! Maybe when you finally grow up and grow into your tits it will make sense!” You would push his shoulder playfully and he would just pretend to be confused. 

It wasn’t until your freshman year that you really started to look at Eddie that way. You noticed him casually talking to Chrissy Cunningham and you felt a fire light inside of your belly.

“You seem angry.”

“I’m not angry. I will be though if you keep pushing me!”, you snap at him.

He holds up his hands defensively. “Woah. Ok.” Eddie tosses you a sideways glance before lightly tapping your shin with his sneakers. “I don’t like her like that you know?”

You turn your head away from him. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Uh huh.” He pushes his tongue into the inside of his cheek, smirking in your direction. 

“Look, Edward”, you sneer at him, “I don’t care who you talk to especially miss rah rah.” You move your hands like you’re shaking pom poms. His still smirking at you his grin growing the more you deny the accusation. “Whatever. I’m going home.”

As you turn, you feel his hand reach out and grip your elbow, turning you abruptly. He places a soft kiss on your lips and it feels like everything lights up in your body from your head to your toes. When he pulls back and you open your eyes you can see that same feeling shimmer through his own. You beam up at him and try to shake the arm that is still gripped in his hand. 

“Ow.”

Eddie quickly let’s go suddenly embarrassed. “I’m sorry. I, uh, didn’t mean to grab you so hard.”

You’re the one with the smug grin now but you are so elated by what just what happened. You lean over and kiss his check. “I’m fine Eddie. I have enough cushion and I’m not made of glass.”

After that moment, the two of you finally pushed past friendship and moved into the realm of lovers. You guys went on dates and events around Hawkins. He went to all of your games even though he would rant occasionally about sports being “forced conformity”. You watched him play D & D with the Hellfire club and went to every show at The Hideout where he played with his band. One of your favorite dates was when you surprised him by taking him to a tattoo parlor just outside of the town.

“Baby! What should I get?” He shouted without looking up from the binder he was browsing. You slowly come up behind him, wrapping your arms around to his chest. He raises his left arm so you can twist your head around to see.

“Why don’t you get a nerdy one? ‘I went to Mordor and all I got was this silly tattoo’?” 

His cheeks puff out slightly as he holds in his laugh. His arm comes back around to hold you in a playful head lock. “You know, you’re hilarious. Jokes like that? Never EVER get old.”

You smile up at him as he lets you go and bends down to kiss your forehead. “Eddie, get whatever you want. I’m paying for it for your birthday.” 

He finally makes a choice and the tattoo artist brings us back to a room to get started. Eddie reaches up and takes off his Hellfire shirt, handing it to you. You freeze staring at his chest. Now, you two had definitely fooled around. His mouth had been on you and fingers inside of you. You had gone down on him multiple times but the two of you haven’t actually been naked in front of each other yet. The last time you saw him without a shirt he was 12 when you guys had gone swimming in the lake. He was a man now and the way he was currently rubbing his huge hand over his stomach wasn’t helping. 

“Hey! Stop ogling me like I’m a common hussy!” Eddie’s hands shot up to cover his pecs. You blink back to the moment, laughing at him.

“You keep looking that good and I’ll have to start treating you like one.” You follow it with a wink. 

His head dips the side and he bites his tongue. You’ve won this round. 

“Ok, Lovebirds! Either get a room or lay down dude.” The tattoo guy holds the stencil ready.

Eddie lightly slaps your ass as he heads for the chair in the middle of the room.

After that moment, it wasn’t long till you two decided you were ready for that next step. The first time he saw you fully naked in front of him was like he had discovered Atlantis. His hands and lips roamed every part of your curves and skin. His beautiful, brown eyes were full of nothing but love and compassion. You never wanted anyone else to look at you the way he does.

“Ok, um, are you sure about this? It might hurt, I’ve heard.” He was hovering just above you with his hands resting on your cheeks. Your legs were wrapped about his waist and his condom covered cock was waiting near your entrance.

“Yeah”, you whisper. “I’m ready.”

He reaches between you and slowly pushes his tip inside of you causing you both to let out a moan. Eddie starts slowly moving his hips, still guiding himself with his hand. 

“Eddie”, you groan out his name and his eyes immediately come up to meet yours.

“Are you okay? Am I hurting you?”

“No, no. I mean a little but it’s ok. That was a good moan. I promise.” 

He lets a sigh of relief and pleasure. He’s enjoying himself and he wants you to be to. It’s not long be he’s all the way sheathed inside of you. His arm comes back to other side of your head. He’s still pumping his hips incredibly slow and you can hear him murmuring things between your neck and shoulder. 

“Baby”, you reach for his face but he can only lift his head enough to rest on your forehead. “Baby, tell me what you’re saying. I can’t hear you.” His eyes are squeezed shut and you lean your lips up to meet his. “I want to hear you.”

He swallows a moan before he finally speaks. “So…good. You feel…so tight. I can’t…I don’t…”

“You don’t what, baby? Tell me.”

“I don’t want to go slow.”

You run your hands through his hair moving it so you can whisper in his ear. “Then don’t.”

With your permission now given, his hips start moving faster. You moan out his name over and over into his ear as he places his head back near your neck. You feel that coil start to tighten in your belly and you begin to grind your hips to meet his. Eddie immediately gets up on his hands like he’s about to do a push up and looks down between your bodies. He leans back down on one of his elbows as his other hand reaches down to aggressively rub your clit. You practically scream as the coil snaps. Eddies pace slows as your pussy clenches around him.

“Fuck!” he grunts out as he thrusts into you slower but harder. You grip on to his shoulders tightly as he spills into the condom with one more hard push. It takes him awhile before he realizes your chest underneath him is shaking. He lifts his head to look at you and is shocked to see you crying.

“Oh Sweetheart. I didn’t…I shouldn’t have been so rough. I’m sorry. I—”, Your hand comes up to cover his mouth. 

“I’m not crying because you hurt me. I’m just”, you move your hand and replace it with your lips. “I’m just happy. I love you, you idiot.”

He grins down at you as he wipes away your tears. “I love you to, mean.”

It was now a few years later. You made it into a college with a scholarship thanks to your sport and stellar grades at Hawkins High. Eddie was working at a record shop just around the corner from the apartment you both shared. He still played guitar hoping one day to become a serious musician. You both couldn’t be happier… or so you thought. 

Eddie had been a little out of sorts lately. He had told you he was just exhausted from the shifts he’s been working but it still didn’t sit right with you. You didn’t want to push him. You figured he’d tell you if something was really wrong. You should have known better. After all these years, you know Eddie is going to wait until his top blew and tonight seemed to be that night. 

You were working on some schoolwork at your desk when Eddie had stomped in from work slamming the front door behind him. The sound of him banging cabinet doors echoed from the kitchen. You make your way towards that area and lean in the doorframe, your arms folding across your chest. 

“So, not a good day then?” You say casually as he pops the top of some whiskey and pours into a small glass. 

He turns his body towards you and leans against the counter. “What gave it away?” He replies sarcastically as he takes a sip. Oh, he wants to fight. He’s angry about something and you want to help him get it out so you decide to play his game.

“Should I let finish your little tantrum or would you finally like to tell me why you’ve been so upset?”

Eddie chugs the rest of his drink and reaches over to pour another. “You know that little attitude”, he gestures at you with his finger, “isn’t helping.”

“Says the guy stomping around and slamming things like a 2-year-old.”

“If I need your help, I’ll ask for it. I don’t need you to mother me.”

“Then grow up and tell me what’s going on!” 

Eddie abruptly lifts his arm and throws the empty glass against the wall, shattering it behind you. You turn around and look at the mess. This completely new behavior. He’s never done anything like this before. When you turn back to meet him everything about him as changed. He no longer seems angry just extremely disappointed in himself as he realizes he fucked up. 

You open your mouth as a million different things run through your head. You’re worried about him but you’re also angry. You want to scream at him for crossing a line but you’re so confused at where this is coming from. You want to say something sassy so he feels as hurt as you do right now but you know he must be hurting already if it got to this point. You have so many things to say but all you manage to get out is a stern and forceful, “No.”

You turn and make your way towards the bedroom, him following hurriedly behind. “Y/N. Y/N, please! I am so sorry.” You try and slam the door in his face but he firmly blocks it with his palm. “Hey! Come on! Just talk to me.” He reaches for your arm and you angerly pull it away. You head for the closet and pull out our suitcase throwing it on your bed. When you turn to head back to grab some clothes, you barrel straight into Eddie’s chest as he grabs your shoulders. “Please! I just want to talk.”

You shove him away from you with all the strength you have. “NOW you want to talk?! After weeks of moping around and coming home today like this, now you want to talk?!” You push his chest again. “I figured ‘hey if it’s important he’d tell me ‘But I guess I was wrong if it’s bad enough for you to do… something… like …that!” In the middle of each word, you push at his chest again. “You do NOT get to do that, Eddie!”

You push your suitcase to the floor and sit on the bed crossing your arms again. You’re trying so hard not to cry but this may be a battle you end up losing. Eddie moves to your desk and slides the desk chair over till it’s directly in front of you and takes a seat. 

“How did you do it?” His question cutting through the silence. 

“Do what?”, you huff without look at him. 

“When the kids at school would make fun of you. How did you not let it bother you? You’ve always been so confident in who you are. I just…” he cuts himself off.

You look at him then. He’s leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. His gaze looking through the floor into the past. 

You uncross your arms and shrug slightly. “I don’t know. I mean, it just never really bothered me. It’s my body not theirs and I’m proud of what I’ve done with it. Being big never stopped me from getting what I wanted. School, sports, you.” His eyes shift up to lock with yours. “Is someone making fun of you? Because you know I will kill them!”

He grins at you letting out a breathy laugh. “No, sweetheart, no one’s making fun of me.” He lets out a strong exhale as you reach out to take his hand in yours. “Occasionally, these kids come into the store and I listen to them talk. They’re into things I’ve never even heard of and then one of the new guys they hired is ripped with like this 6 pack. I just feel old and insecure.”

“First off, Edward Munson, you are 22 so calm down.” You both laugh. You stand up and pull at his hand to do the same. You guide him towards the bathroom and turn him so he’s facing the mirror. “Do you know what I see when I look at you?” He meets your eyes in the mirror shaking his head no.

You reach over and pull his shirt over his head so his chest is fully exposed. You come up behind him and reach around to run your hands down his chest over his tattoos. He closes his and lets out breath through his nose. You kiss his back down to his spine and circle around his side to his tummy. You trail up his stomach till you reach his chest. “I see a good heart who’s been there with me through everything. A beautiful stomach that has housed so many burgers and pizza in high school that we thought we’d puke.” His stomach vibrates against you as he laughs. You hop up on the counter and pull him closer to you with your legs. You run your hands down his back. “I see a strong sexy back that I get to kiss every morning.”

You unbutton his pants and push them down with your feet as your run your nails up his arms that are now placed on either side of you on the counter. “These arms that have carried me every time I was tired, sick, or even when it’s raining and you don’t want me to get my feet wet.” You rub your foot along his hairy leg. “These legs have run to me so many times when you get excited to see me and pick me up to give me a kiss. These particular legs also kicked Jason Carver’s ass when he called me a fat slut.” 

He chuckles at the memory. “Fucking asshole.”

You smile at him then realizing that almost all of the tension he had previously seems to have disappeared. You lean forward taking his cock in your hands. The sudden contact makes him twitch as he licks his bottom lip. You use your other hand to snake around his neck and pull down so his lip are close to yours. “This cock”, you continue in a low seductive voice that makes him growl from his throat. “Your cock has made me cum so many times and so hard that you’ve brought me to tears.” You bring your hand up to lick your palm, bringing it back between his legs as you pump your hand at a faster pace.

“Eddie, look at me.” His eyes shoot open as he lets a lets out a moan above your lips. “I love you for you. I always have. I don’t care about your physical structure or any of that cosmetic crap. The fact that you are handsome is just an added bonus. To me you ARE perfect. Fuck everyone else.” 

He reaches down to stop your hand and lifts you up from the counter to carry you into our bedroom. After throwing you to the bed, he reaches up to tug down your shorts and panties. He pulls you by the ankles towards the edge the bed where he is stands and grins as you giggle up at him. He brings his hand to his mouth and spits into his palm as he lubricates himself. You open your legs wide displaying your already wet pussy as you bite your bottom lip. 

He guides himself into you bottoming out with one push. You both let out a moan as he sets a brutally quick pace. He reaches around with his hand to rub your clit with his thumb. You shout his name as you cum, your body shaking. Eddie pushes your legs together pressing them to your chest as he thrust into you as harder as he can before he releases inside you. He falls on the bed next to you as you both pant trying to catch your breath. 

His head turns to look at you and you do the same. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.” He reaches for your hand and intertwines his fingers with yours. “I honestly didn’t know how to say it. It felt stupid. I felt stupid.”

You bring his hand to your lips, kissing the back of it gently. You roll to your side and scoot closer to him using your other hand to caress his cheek. “Baby, it’s not stupid. You’re not stupid. You can tell me anything. You know that.”

“I know.”

“Now if you ever throw anything at me again, I will stab you.”

He laughs as he lets you go to hold up his hands defensively. “Okay. Okay. Fair! I better go clean that up.” He bends over to pull up his boxers kicking his pants to the side. He lingers in the doorway. “I’m going to make it up to you. Dinner on me, okay? How does some greasy burgers sound?”

[bxwitched]

Come Fly With Me - Part Five

Warnings: 18+ only. Angst, swearing, sexual tension.

Word Count: 1.4K

Character Pairing: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Reader

Summary: After you land yourself in a spot of trouble, a favour from a friend lands you in the classroom at Top Gun.

A/N: I wasn't happy with how I left this part so I extended it. As always, reblogs, comments and likes are all appreciated. You can find my master list here.

You grab your duffle and head to the women's locker room to get dressed for training before Hangman can show up at your door. It's fairly empty at the early hour with only a few other women getting ready for the day ahead.

You spot Phoenix on a bench in the far corner lacing her boots and you make your way over to the familiar face, you find that despite the kindness of your new colleagues you still feel out of place on this foreign base. You throw the brunette a greeting as you set down your duffle and start to pull out your flight uniform.

"Hey, how's it going?" You pull your lips into a small smile and shrug slightly as you pull on a black tee shirt. You've tried not to but you can't stop mulling over the previous day's events in your head.

"I'm fine, thanks. What about you?" You're met with silence and you turn to face her then, her lips are set into a thin line and her brows are raised sceptically.

"Everyone saw you and Bagman yesterday, you two weren't exactly subtle about it. The ground crew have been gossiping around the hangar like a bunch of suburban housewives, so why don't we cut the shit."

You shake your head and sigh as you slump down on the bench next to her and rub your hands across your face. You hold your hands out in front of you, your fingers splayed as you gesture tensely in front of you.

"He's just so-"

"Cocky, condescending, makes you want to commit murder? How about all of the above?" She's smirking now and there's a playful glint in her eye. Your shoulders relax and you can't help but smile back at her but it soon drops when your anxieties start to creep back to the surface.

"He sacrificed me up there Phoenix, he didn't even listen to me. How am I supposed to fly with someone, to trust someone who doesn't care if I get killed so long as they complete their mission?"

"Look-" She looks at you sympathetically and shifts closer on the bench.

"I know that he can be a dick, a royal one at that. But after you tore him a new one on the tarmac? He just stood there, Speechless. I've never known that man lost for words before, ever."

You frown down at her as you stand to drag your heavy suit over your ankles and calves before sliding the dark green fabric up over your thighs and hips.

Phoenix eyes you with a look of sympathy as she too raises up and puts her duffle away before closing her locker door with a quiet snap.

"He's never been a team player, he's pissed plenty of other people off but no one has ever called him out on it like that. What I'm trying to say is I think it might be exactly what he needs."

You nod slowly, processing her words as you slip your arms through and pull the rest of your suit on before raising the zipper up, you think back on Beau's words from last night.

"I'll see you out there." She slaps your shoulder reassuringly and you return her kind smile as she moves past you and disappears out of the door, leaving you alone with your thoughts once more.

He's already there when you reach the tarmac, standing tall as he admires your plane. He looks fidgety, almost nervous as he rocks back on his heels, he's clutching a black thermos of what you assume to be coffee in his left hand whilst his right taps rhythmically against his thigh.

His face lights up with a timid smile when he senses your arrival and the sight of it makes your heart race in the confines of your chest. You roll your shoulders and steel yourself as you make your way over to him.

"Good morning." You throw in a polite nod for good measure. After your talk with Cyclone and Phoenix's input you've settled on being civil, after all, the two of you do have to work together.

"Mornin'." He holds the hot thermos out in your direction and you accept it awkwardly, clutching onto the warmth of it like it's an anchor. It's a kind of truce, you think.

You force yourself to meet his mossy eyes and he looks conflicted, like he has a million things he wants to say but he can't quite find the words to voice them. You opt to stay quiet, offering him the opportunity to speak whilst you sip at the steaming drink.

"You were right." You sputter, almost choking on the hot coffee as you stare at him, surprised at his admission.

He shifts on his feet, slipping his large hands into his pockets as he watches your face carefully.

"I thought about what you said yesterday and you were right, I didn't listen to you up there. We're supposed to be a team and I just went off on my own and I left you, I shouldn't' have done it and I'm sorry."

"Okay." You nod slowly, your tongue suddenly feeling heavy in your mouth. You're too perplexed by the enigma that is Hangman to form a more intelligent response.

"Ok?" He's looking into your eyes, searching for a reaction. The intensity of his gaze is almost too much and all you can do is stare back at him. Hangman is actually apologising to you.

"Okay. I accept your apology." Relief floods his face then and his whole body visibly relaxes.

"And here I thought I would have to get down on my knees and beg your forgiveness." His confident demeanour slips back into place and his posture straightens, his chest puffed out as he flashes those pearly whites at you. You try to hide the start of a smile but fail, it's too late and he's already caught it.

"Don't tempt me, Hangman." He chuckles and you can feel your cheeks flush. The low rumble forces the warmth in your stomach downwards and you tense as you feel a flood of wetness in your underwear.

You try to shake off the feeling, ignoring the tingling between your legs as you turn on your heel and head towards the cockpit of your jet.

"Come on, let's get up in the air and you can show me what you've got."

The training session goes surprisingly well, you find that Hangman actually communicates with you this time and listens to your calls. You still lose to Maverick but naturally, it results in the two of you lasting significantly longer than last time against the senior pilot.

You climb down from the cockpit with your helmet in hand and stand to the side as the ground crew take over with their post-flight checks, conversing with the team lead as you swipe at the stray hairs stuck to your sweaty forehead.

Hangman's plane is parked a little ways down the line and he's already out of it, moving towards you with confident strides. His tanned skin practically glistens in the California sun and his hair is perfectly mussed from his helmet, you cringe inwardly as you feel your stomach flip, he's so handsome that it makes you nervous and you hate it.

"You know, darlin'. I think that you and I make one hell of a team."

He sidles in close to you, leaving barely a hairs breadth between your bodies. Your heart is still pumping adrenaline, beating steadily and you can feel the warmth radiating off of him, tempting you closer to his solid form.

"Is that so?" He hums in agreement, looking you over with a roguish expression. He throws a muscled arm around your shoulder as he leads you towards the hangar and you swallow thickly as feel your nipples tighten involuntarily against your sports bra.

The pebbled flesh brushes against the fabric with every step and the friction sends small sparks of pleasure down between your legs.

"Think that we both deserve some kind of reward for that performance."

You feel dizzy and your mouth is suddenly dry as your mind goes straight to forbidden places, flashes of discarded uniform, bare skin and toned muscle fill your head.  

He knows that he's got you right where he wants you as he watches you fidget and his smile widens, his bottom lip catching between his teeth. 

"What did you have in mind?" Your voice is unusually quiet, you sound shy and you curse yourself for letting this man have such an effect on you. 

"Drinks at the Hard Deck on me, I'll come by your room at seven." He throws you a wink and strides past you before you can object or retort, leaving you stood there with a slack jawed expression.

Part Four

@luckyladycreator2 @ollyoxenfrees @callsign-blue @dempy @harper1666

[neptunesfullbuster]

Hiya! I found one of your 'fake dating' post someone asked for and really loved it! Can I ask for the same fake dating trope but with sting? Gn reader, and if it's ok, reader comes from another guild far away, but they ended up taking the same quest and bumped into each other and had to work together (ie fake date) if it's to much work to make that all work don't worry! Also, can you make it really fluffy? I've been reading to much angst 😭 ~poe

- stormy weather isn’t always so bad

summary ; you end up going on a job with Sting Eucliffe and nothing goes according to plan..

authors note ; IM SO SORRY ERIEFIBBWIRJWS- yes this is late. yes this is nothing like what you requested. I tried so hard trying to fit the fake dating trope in I just couldn’t find a way to make it all work. My requests are closed but if you wanna send something involving fake dating or whatever again I will totally allow it to make up for it!

pairing ; sting eucliffe x gn!reader.

other characters ; none.

magic type: not specified.

warnings / genre ; few curse words. neutral, crack + fluff if you squint. 

You two were lost- whether you wanted to admit it or not. You had no idea which direction was which, and a large storm was coming in. To top it all off, you were stuck with a certain blonde dragon slayer, and he was no help at all. 

“Sting!” Currently, the said dragon slayer kept wandering off out of boredom when you two agreed on searching for some shelter before the rain clouds rolled in. 

“The fuck are you doing?” Sting sighed and walked over to you. 

“Having no clue which ways north and which ways south doesn’t mean we still don’t have a job to do.” 

Oh right- the job. You and Sting actually ended up taking the exact same job and decided to team up and split the reward. It was your usual- group of bandits causing chaos and terrorizing towns, and you two had to take them down. 

“Do you know where we are? Mr. Enhanced senses.” You asked, starting started to get frustrated with the situation. 

“No idea.”

Great. 

You looked at the sky- the dark grey clouds were now above you both, and it was going to pour on you two any minute. 

“We should get going,” Sting asked, following your eyes. 

“Yep.” 

Cue to you both now sprinting through the pouring rain and thunder, seeking any sort of shelter. 

Sting had his hand wrapped around your arm, also dragging you at how fast he was, “Sting, slow down, I can’t keep up!” you shouted, but he ignored you and stayed at the same speed. 

“Sting!” 

“Sting!”

“Sting, I asked you to fucking slow down!” You stopped running cause you to fall on your ass. 

“We gotta get outta here!” He shouted, pulling you up. Sting started to drag you again, but you ripped his hand off your arm.

“You don’t need to drag me!” 

“Fine, I’ll carry you!” 

“No!” You walked past him, but he grabbed you by your arm, pulling you closer to him. Pausing for a moment- it felt like the rain slowly went away. The distance between you both was almost non-existent, feeling his breath lightly against your cheeks. Bringing yourself back to reality, you pushed him away and started to walk. 

“Let’s go, and I can run on my own this time.” 

The two of you again sprinted for shelter- quickly shaking off that moment. Sting was faster than you, but you managed you stick behind him. 

“Hey, over there!” Sting shouted, spotting a cave up ahead. Unfortunately, the storm was only getting worse, so you both ran as fast as you could to hide underneath the rocks. 

“I don’t think I have ever run that much,” you say, completely out of breath. Sting pushed his wet blonde locks out of his face and nodded in agreement. 

“We gotta make a fire.” 

“How? Everything is wet.”

 The two of you looked around the cave. After a few minutes, you noticed a few dry pieces of wood hidden in the back.

“Sting, there is some wood back here!” You called out grabbed larger pieces out to build the fire pit. 

You began to build a teepee shape with the pieces of wood while Sting grabbed the rest of the materials necessary.

“You know how to build a fire?” He asked. 

“Yeah, grab two rocks with sharp edges.” You asked, ripping off small pieces of bark and placing them underneath. 

Sting followed your instructions, giving you two rocks with sharp edges. You began to quickly rub them together in order to create a spark so the pieces of bark would catch fire. Eventually, the pieces of bark caught, and heat slowly arose from the wood. 

Sitting next to the fire, you let out a sigh of relief as your body started to heat up again. 

“Sting.” You mumbled, a wave of tiredness began to hit you like a truck.

“Yes?”

“Remind me to never go on a job with you again.”

“Wh-” Sting was about to argue, but suddenly he felt your body sink into his as you fell asleep. Sting sighed and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, letting your weight fall onto him even more. 

The blonde placed a kiss on the top of your head and laid his on yours. “Can’t believe you’re sleeping on the job Y/n.” He mumbled, joining you in your peaceful sleep. 

After you, two woke up and the storm finally passed, revealing a beautiful blue sky, your job was completely forgotten about…

[geminil0vr]

"lists" | ron b. weasley (part one)

read part two here !!

summary; you and your boyfriend ron are both completely inexperienced, but one day he asks you what you like in bed. lucky for you, you actually made a list. and he's happy enough to play a few of those fantasies out.

tagged; @weasleyssupremacy

word count; 4.6k

content; smut, fluff, banter, making out, embarrassment, shit ton of blushing, mentions of kinks, mentions of teasing, mentions of hitting, mentions of choking, mentions of sex, mentions of praise, mentions of degradation, cursing, grinding, finger-sucking, spit, cum swallowing, first time foreplay (male receiving oral, female receiving oral), fingering, handjob kinda, orgasms, teaching/instructions, relatively realistic, no aftercare included but you know damn well ron'll take care of you, not really a specific dom/sub dynamic, inexperienced/house-neutral fem!reader, inexperienced boyfriend!ron, think that's it but lemme know if i forgot anything !

a/n; holy shit this took me hours !! in this fic, ron and the reader are sixteen years old. i'm from the uk, where the legal age of consent is sixteen — more specifically, in england, wales and northern ireland, a minor is considered a person under the age of eighteen. and i do not want to write smut about minors, i will never do that. so i did a little more research, standard wiki shite, and in scotland (where hogwarts is) that age is sixteen. sixteen year olds and up are no longer minors in scotland. i know many of you are from different countries and therefore may feel uncomfortable with this age because it doesn't reflect the definition of minor/non-minor in your respective countries, and that is perfectly okay !! i completely understand, hope this made sense bc i'm too fucking exhausted to tell. feel free to scroll by and find another fic to read, please put in a request for any of the harry potter characters if u wish, and have a lovely day :))

you hadn't done much with him.

just kissing, really. some grinding here and there. you were comfortable in each other's grasp, sure, but you both never quite went over that line, of more than kissing, of more than light touching.

didn't make you insecure. nor impatient. it was a comfortable kind of middle ground.

and in that middle ground, you were seated on his thighs, legs either side of him, kissing gently, tenderly. these were tepid, lukewarm, waters, just bordering on more, just bordering on scalding hot, and you didn't mind it. you didn't mind it at all.

pulling back, lips not too swollen, just pink, you smiled softly down at ron weasley.

"you okay?" he asked. you hadn't meant to start kissing, you were just talking, just hanging out, him levitating a marble in his empty bedroom, you reading a book and making sure he didn't try and levitate a lamp — that never went well. not with ron weasley. but he got bored, and your eyes wouldn't focus on the pages, and you'd forgotten your reading glasses and he'd kissed you sweetly, and you'd kissed him back and now... now, you were snogging. you didn't care much for that word. it sounded weird, and heavy, and hot. and things with ron (so far, at least) weren't weighted, and hot, they were warm, and soft, and him.

you took the time to rifle your fingers through his red hair. he'd been letting it grow, just a little, down to the nape of his neck. "yeah, you?"

he grinned cheekily, nose and cheeks flushed already. of course, this was the usual. one kiss from you turned him pink, not out of awkwardness, just passion, you supposed. it was rather cute. and he pushed you further up in his lap, not too close, but closer. you grinned back. you kissed. and you pulled away again, just to look at him.

he took in a sharp breath, before blurting out something he’d wanted to ask for the longest time, "what do you like?"

"hmm?" you tilted your head.

he swallowed. “what do you like?"

"i'm gonna need some context here."

"in bed." now you felt as flushed as he looked. to ask that question, it must've taken a lot of courage. he was a gryffindor after all.

even starting a sentence caused your breathing to pick up. "well, you know i've never done anything before..." that was true. but you'd done your research. you'd actually made a list of what you thought you might like, which was idiotic in retrospect, and quite childish, but you'd done it, and it sat in your bag with a burning prescence.

"but surely you know... ya’ know, what you might like?"

you settled back, more comfortably in his lap, arms still around his neck, but you were less close. "why're you asking?" you teased.

"you know why!" ron groaned, burying his head into your shoulder, and he felt your shoulders shake with nervous laughter.

"well, i guess, i have — well... nevermind." he moved back, face burning, with an eager smile plastered on his face.

"go on, tell me! i want to know."

"it's embarrassing!"

"i won't make fun."

"yes, you absolutely will."

"won't."

"will."

"just tell me."

you swallowed and chewed nervously at your lip. "i've made a list."

"alright, tell me." if he said 'tell me' one more time you would strangle him. speaking of choking, and all that —

"promise you won't judge?"

"promise."

"well it's more of... well, it's not a mental list. i've written it down."

a grin broke out on your boyfriend's face, and you smacked his bicep.

"oi, you said you wouldn't judge!"

"i'm not judging! it's just cute, 's all." his smile faded a little. "so, about that list... why don't you go fetch it?" he said, with a sideways nod of his head.

"fetch? i'm not a dog."

he made the excited face he always had before he told a bad joke. for fucks sake. "aw, well, i figured pet play would be on your list —"

"shut up, shut up, shut up!" with each 'shut up' you punched his chest and he crossed his arms over it to protect himself.

"hitting, is that your kink too?" well, you weren’t exactly opposed.

you groaned and swung your leg over him, "i'm gonna go get my fucking list."

getting up and 'fetching' your bag, you searched through it and found your little, blue notepad. as soon as you'd returned to the four poster bed, ron reached out to grab it, and you quickly pulled back.

"no, i have more than just 'kinks' in there. and i don't wanna tell you everything."

"why not?" he was genuinely confused. that was the problem with these weasley boys: no boundaries.

"if i tell you everything about me then what secrets will i have left?"

"secrets are overrated." he stared blankly at you, shrugging, but still wrapped his arms around your waist comfortably as you swung your leg back over to sit on his thighs. as you flipped through the pages of the notepad, you found what you had been searching for. 27 pages in, hidden between random pencil scrawls, was your list. you'd learned about sex from books, and your friends' experiences, and being a sixteen year old at what is technically a boarding school. and though that wasn't the highest form of education, you knew enough to keep safe, and to feel good, and ron knew enough, too. "so, start reading!"

looking over the first line, your cheeks burned and you shook your head. "i can't say that!"

"want me to turn around?"

"no, i — no. i'm just gonna..." you slid all the way up his lap, ron attempting to ignore that you were right over his crotch in a pair of pretty blue jeans, and hid your face in the crook of his neck, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, embarrassed by your childish ways.

"c—" ron's voice broke, and you fought a smile, "comfy?"

"yeah. i'm ready now." you swallowed, breaths shallow and voice shaky as you brought your list up to your eyes. "um, well, i've heard about, uh —" he rubbed a hand up and down your back. you couldn't see him, but he was grinning and biting his tongue in anticipation. "pet play."

"you bloody liar, tell me the real list! don't be a pussy."

"fine, fine. no pet play. but i, uh, think choking sounds hot." your voice was slightly less shaky as you kept your flaming cheeks out of view. ron was bright red, too.

"uhuh. what next?" his voice was quiet and trembling now, grip on your waist tighter. the atmosphere of his dorm room had completely shifted.

"and, um, teasing. 's hot." your eyes flitted to the next word, trying to keep your composure as ron's grip on your waist tightened even more, keeping you still on top of him. "i like being praised, but being degraded is — it sounds... good."

ron had to fight the urge to groan, not out of frustration, but pure lust. you were by no means innocent, in fact, you tended to make a sex joke every day, or comment 'that's what she said' at every euphemism, but he never expected to hear those words actually slip from your lips. he couldn't speak, his voice got stuck in his throat, and he knew if he even tried his voice would break and go all high-pitched.

"then, hair pulling. hard sex, soft sex." both of your hearts were beating so fast, and you squeezed your legs against him. it was a nervous action, but you didn't expect him to let out a high gasp, and you certainly didn't expect him to grow firmer beneath you. "spanking, breeding, maybe, we'll see." he closed his eyes and let out a low exhale that he’d been holding in.

you pressed your hips harder down onto him, and his nails dug into your thighs. you'd been in this position before, while kissing, but this felt like pure filth, you telling him what you wanted him to do to you, and him just listening, and him getting hard. i mean, he'd been hard beneath you before, on top of you even, but it never led to anything more, and you didn't think you'd ever felt him this hard.

"i — i think i like biting. anywhere, really. not too hard. you have to be gentle with me." you had pulled back a little now, eyes still glued to your notepad, head turned a little so your lips were almost touching his ear. tentatively, you looked away. the tips of his ears were burning hot, and red. you took the lobe between your teeth, biting softly, tongue darting out just a little. his hips bucked up into yours, and you both moaned quietly. "and licking." you slid your tongue over his warm skin, just below his ear, then curved your spine to lick further over the expanse of his neck, causing him to let out another breathy moan.

"fuck..."

"and, spit. i think it's hot. i've thought about it, about you, before. i dunno." you kept your tone unsure, in hesitation. you had more on your list, just things you found hot, situations you found hot, but you closed it and pulled back, unwrapping your arms from around his neck and fiddling with the notepad between your fingers. that was enough, for now. ron was breathing heavily. you were breathing heavily. everything felt hot, and heavy, and it wasn't the norm, not with ron, but you liked it.

"th— that was... good. a good list." he choked, hands still on your thighs.

"yeah."

a tense silence settled between you, until he wrapped one arm around your waist, hand slipping up your back, the other in your hair, and brought you into a feverish kiss. you grinded down on him, moaning into his mouth feeling the reminder of how hard he was, chucking the list to the side and sliding your hands up his shirt as your tongues explored each other's mouths. it felt good. really good. better than you could have expected.

ron gently nibbled at your bottom lip, before pulling away and moving his focus to your neck. you tilted your head to the side, hurriedly moving your hair to the side to give him better access. he licked teasingly up your neck, and you dug crescent moons into his abdominal as he began sucking and biting at the skin beneath your ear, and your pulse point, and soon your collarbone, and before you knew it your sweater was pulled off and he sucked and licked against the skin right above your breasts. this was the first time he'd seen you without a top on, just in a plain, black bra, and he was damn well going to savour it.

you tried to hold back moans, but it seemed impossible when he was burning beneath you, so you did what was natural. you grinded against him and whined as he trailed wet kisses all over your chest, and after a while of you arching your chest into his mouth, you realised what he was doing.

your voice came out breathless, almost breaking. "you're teasing me."

he stopped his trail of kisses to move his face back to yours. "what, you thought i wasn't listening?"

"well, stop." you whined, scratching your nails over his abdomen once more, earning a shallow moan from him.

"i thought you liked it." he tilted his head, almost smirking.

you swiped your tongue over your bottom lip, chest heaving, as you took your hands from under his shirt. "just touch me. please." ron took a moment to take his own shirt off, and you admired the freckles dotted over his pale yet flushed chest and shoulders until he wrapped his arms around you, unhooking your bra clumsily, fingers shaking with lust. you gripped his shoulders, fingers gliding over each mole as your eyes darted over his features.

"so fucking pretty." he licked and kissed underneath your right breast, cupping the other one in his large hand, and your mouth dropped open, brows furrowed in pleasure as he took a nipple into his mouth, looking up at you as you grinded down onto him.

"ron, fuck, i'm too sensitive."

you watched him grin as he slowed his movements and instead licked softly once over your nipple as you threw your head back. you were the hottest thing he'd ever seen. well, he'd only ever seen his brother's porn magazines so there wasn't much competition. but he could say without a doubt that you were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, your back arched, your head thrown back, your chest flushed. so pretty. but if he didn't speed things up he was sure he would cum in his jeans. you caught his lips in yours once more, struggling with the buckle on his jeans. you knew you wouldn't have sex, not today. but other things were always possible. that thought made your head spin with anxiety and need.

after a little while, you resorted to quickly tugging off your own jeans, ron doing the same, and soon you were back in the same position, except you could really feel him against you. you both looked down at the sight of you in your panties on top of him in his blue boxers, and both laughed breathlessly, kissing once more before you slid off and between his legs. if you'd stayed any longer, he might've felt how fucking wet you were.

"y/n..."

"it's okay, i want to do this. do you? we don't have to." he nodded his head, bottom lip between his teeth. "okay. just tell me what to do, okay? tell me what you like, ronnie."

‘ronnie’ didn't think he'd last that long when your hands were gripping at his thighs and you were on your knees, in only your underwear, between his legs. "okay. yeah."

you cautiously slipped down his underwear, pausing for a second as his flushed and red cock smacked up against his stomach. fuck, he was big, and already dripping precum. you were almost mesmerised with him before you remembered that he might be self conscious, so you proceeded to slip his underwear all the way off, throwing it off the side of the bed and coming closer to him, laying on your stomach and trailing a finger soothingly up and down his thigh. "so pretty." you teased, mimicking him from before, but as you looked up at his desperate face, mouth open, cheeks red, brows raised slightly, you decided that maybe teasing wasn't the best decision in that moment.

so, you wrapped a hand around his cock, feeling it twitch in your hand as ron moaned, head thrown back just like you had before. "that feels good."

"i haven't even done anything yet." you chuckled, looking up at him expectantly until his blue eyes met your own. "tell me what to do."

he gulped. "right, so you just wanna... make your hand wet. spit in your hand. you should like that." he couldn't believe he was saying this to you, or even joking in this moment, because right there, he was totally and utterly at your mercy.

you removed your hand from him, finding your mouth already salivating, and instead of licking your hand, you gathered your spit and let it drop from your tongue down onto it. he groaned as you looked up at him. fuck, he definitely wouldn't last long if you did more shit like that. taking your slick hand, you guided it up and down his cock, hesitantly dragging it over the tip, making him buck up into your hand and drip out even more precum. "fuck, uh... be careful with the tip. it's sensitive."

"sorry." he went to tell you not to apologise, but then you avoided going directly over the tip, collecting more of the precum, and the amount of spit and slick on your hand was creating lewd, wet sounds. if he tried to speak now, he’d probably just whine. testing the (now, scalding hot) waters, you dragged your tongue up his shaft, and he moaned even louder. he seemed to like that, so you did it again, and again, then put the tip in your mouth, pushing your lips down onto it until you got scared that your teeth would graze him.

"fuck, just like that, y/n, you’re so good."

seems he took more notes than you gave him credit for. or maybe this was natural? shit, is this how he spoke normally? he would drive you insane.

and how the fuck did people not use their teeth? at this point, you wanted to hear more of those beautiful sounds coming from your boyfriend's mouth, but also wanted to ask him. so you slowly took your mouth off, making him look down at you in concern.

"ron, how... i'm worried i'll use my teeth."

ron wasn't sure how to answer that, being just as inexperienced as you were, but he tried to use what he heard his friends talking about in the boys dorm.

"i think you just, try to wrap your lips down over your teeth. or you purse your lips. like an ice pop." you chuckled, and so did he. "i guess you have to make your tongue flat and then cover the top ones."

"okay, i'll try..." but before you went down again, he spoke once more.

"and, don't swallow the cum. doesn't taste great."

you nodded, and he watched you as you tried the technique, getting down even further, causing him to grip at your hair. he didn't push you down, just needed something to hold onto other than the bedsheets, that was all. and after all, you did quite like hair pulling. you moved his thick cock in and out of your mouth, wrapping your hands around the parts where your mouth couldn't reach, and looked up as ron's grip tightened on you. you didn't bother touching his balls — that was an experiment for another day.

"fuck, i'm gonna cum," you moved your mouth to just the tip, as more groans left his lips. "y/n, shit, don't swallow, just take your — fuck, take your mouth off."

you were stubborn. so stubborn in fact, that you kept suckling at the tip of his cock as he jerked up into your mouth, body freezing, as you swallowed load after load. you just wanted to please him. and thank merlin you'd done all those water (and to be honest, butterbeer) chugging competitions with lee, or you'd have been absolutely done for. he was right, it didn't taste good, at all. it was salty, and bitter, and as you took your mouth off him and let his slowly softening dick slap against his thigh, you almost winced at the flavour.

ron's chest was pink and flushed with perspiration, head thrown back against the headboard and eyes firmly closed, recovering. "fuck. told you."

"'s not the worst thing in the world. i'd do it again."

"don't say that or i'll get hard again." he reached for his boxers off the side of the bed, awkwardly slipping them on in a sitting position.

you chuckled, reaching to his bedside table to gulp down some water, head fuzzy and chest warm with the accomplishment of pleasing your boyfriend. he wiped a hand over his forehead, taking the glass out of your hand to take a big sip himself before putting it down.

"well, that was exhausting." he groaned.

"tell me about it. my bloody jaw hurts." you grinned, and he smiled back and rushed to peck you on the lips firmly, sending you to fall back against the covers as he hovered on top of you. "what're you doing?"

"don't think i'm done with you just yet." he grinned, but faltered. "unless you don't want to. i don't want to force you or anything, just tell me if —" you shut the clumsy boy up with another kiss, clasping your hands behind his neck and grabbing at his soft hair, wrapping your legs around his waist. you clenched around nothing as you felt his soft cock beneath his boxers against your soaked panties.

"it'd be my pleasure." you muttered against his lips. and he grinded into you once more before moving you so your head was against the headboard, and him between your legs.

"oh, how the turn tables, hmm?"

"shut it, loverboy." you shook your head, biting your lip and looking down at him as he trailed his nails down your inner thighs, making you arch your back a little. "and what did i say about teasing?"

"that it's hot." his crooked smile made your stomach clench.

"that you should stop." your complaints were ignored as the humour in the room dropped, and he looked at the wet patch seeping through your underwear. he seemed transfixed, swiping the pad of his thumb over it, before hooking his fingers into the waistband of your panties and pulling them off, tossing them to the side.

taking his middle finger, he swiped it through your soaked folds, making you whine. "you're dripping." his voice got much deeper, and his throat felt dry, but if he opened his mouth he was sure he'd drool. "did it turn you on, sucking..." he cleared his throat. "sucking my dick?"

you didn't reply, just bucked your hips up into his touch as he paused.

he pressed on. "so?"

"yes, it did." you were so desperate that you actually pouted your lips. seeing ron talk so dirty, despite his hesitance, was the second reason you were dripping. you didn't know he'd be like that. though you should've expected it.

but his shyness hadn't left just yet. "can you... can you tell me what to do?"

you tried to catch your breath, his finger was still over your clit, not firmly pressing, just there. you got distracted for a second, looking down and subtly pushing your hips up, before you bit your lip, swallowed, and met his eyes again. he seemed to be amused by that. "uh, so... you just get your fingers nice and wet, first."

it even surprised ron when he removed his finger from you, and held up his hand to your mouth. your breath hitched. "you're probably wet enough anyway, but go on, then. 's what you like, right?"

you nodded nervously, taking his wrist and putting three of his fingers into your mouth. you sucked them in, making sure to get enough drool all over 'em, before messily removing them and letting spit string down to your tits. ron watched it all, dick growing hard again. he was sure now. you would be the hottest thing he'd ever see in his entire life. you let go of his wrist as he let the rest of the spit drip onto your pussy, the air leaving you cold as he spread it around with his fingers, up your folds, circling your hole. the avoidance of your clit made you throw your head back, as he teased you. he knew exactly where the clit was, frankly, it was pretty clear to see, all red and swollen and big. he was doing this on purpose.

"please, ronnie." you whined.

"okay, okay. what next?"

"you need to touch my... my clit. and maybe put a finger in, but, be gentle, please?"

"you've never fingered yourself before?" his voice broke.

"i tried, just one, but, it's not really comfy when i do it. too tight. fingers aren't long enough, maybe. i don't know." you swallowed nervously. speaking about your personal sexual experiences was embarrassing. ron found it hot.

he took your advice, slick fingers brushing over your clit, then paying more attention to it, playing with it, even pinching it, turning you into a whimpering mess. figuring you were prepared enough, ron gently dragged his middle finger over to your hole. "gonna put a finger in, now. ready?"

"yeah, please."

you gasped and gripped his arm. he eased in slowly, and fuck, you were tight. you'd broken you hymen before, probably by either walking, riding your bike, or simply experimenting on yourself, so there was no resistance as he reached his finger all the way in, just a slight discomfort on your part. he almost began to start moving, but you tightened your grip. "just a second, ron. your finger's bigger than i'm used to." that sentence made him rut into the bed, as he followed your instruction and stayed still. your body relaxed, and he even felt you begin to unclench around him, your ridges less restricting. "it's okay now, you can — fuck."

he'd started sliding his finger in and out, slowly, as soon as you gave the 'okay', and this was definitely better than you could have ever done to yourself. you weren't sure you could come just from this, but you didn't care, it felt good. you'd heard one way to make it better, though.

"try curling up your finger — oh." if this boy could only give you a chance to breathe. that change in movement was hitting a spongey spot inside you that made you clench your thighs together, which he fixed by using his elbow to spread one, and his free hand to hold down the other. you brought one foot up to his back, needing some kind of stability. "you okay?" he asked, which was a loaded question considering that his thumb accidentally brushing over your clit made your entire body jerk, and you weren't just okay, you were bloody brilliant, the blinding pleasure bordering on pain.

"fuck, touch my clit, please." you moaned, head thrown back as he did as you said, making your entire body spasm. you were so close, so fucking close, and you practically rode his fingers as you thrashed up and down, tits bouncing. you were just about to tell him you were gonna come (though with you non-stop clenching around his one finger, it was pretty obvious) when he decided to try something, removing his thumb from your clit and instead sucking onto it.

he'd heard about eating girls out, and it was something he'd always wanted to do to you, to drive you crazy, and if he couldn't do it now he was going to at least include his mouth into some of the action. he wanted to taste you.

with this surprise, you came hard, the heel of your foot pressing into his back, his hand working hard to hold down your other thigh, stomach clenching and eyes rolling back. you were moaning so much and so loudly that you were glad almost everyone was out at hogsmeade. as you came down from your high, ron removed his lips from your clit and slowly removed his finger, your aftershocks trying to suck him back in. your back, forehead and chest were sweating, your entire mouth dry as your eyes stayed closed. ron rubbed his hands soothingly up your thighs as your body spasmed again, and brought himself up to kiss your forehead, a grin that you couldn't see playing at his lips. he wrapped his arms around you as you sighed and leaned into him.

"fuck." you sighed, opening your heavy eyes and glancing at ron who licked the rest of your cum off his fingers, looking up at the ceiling. you were still clenching around nothing. that was the hardest you'd ever came, even better than the showerhead — oh, ron would have an absolute riot if he knew you used the showerhead. "thank you."

he gave you that dumb fucking grin, the one he always had before making a bad joke. "orange you glad you read out that list?"

"shut up and kiss me. idiot."

[cherrycheridarling]

chemistry test | t.h.

tom holland x actress!reader

warnings: fluff and acting..?

summary: you're auditioning for the role of silk in the new marvel film. they've already chosen their spider-man and now it's time to see how much chemistry you two have.

wc: 1.9k

"Hi! I'm here for the Marvel auditions?" you greeted the lady who sat at the front desk.

"Hello! What's your name?"

"Y/N Y/L/N."

Nerves were running through your veins at lightning speed. The lady gave you a kind smile and told you to head to room three hundred and sixteen. You returned the smile before heading to the elevators.

Upon entering, you were faced with at least fifteen other women who were also auditioning. All with black locks and brown eyes. You'd be lying if you said you weren't slightly intimidated. Sure, you had done some small films here and there, but looking at the competition now was frightening. A lady came and handed all of you a small script. At least it was a distraction. You spent the entire time reading your lines and trying your hardest to memorize them.

You sat in the waiting room for at least fourty-five minutes before your name was finally called and you were escorted into another space. Once you entered, your eyes were immediately drawn to the long table where the producers, casting crew and directors - who you've met hundreds of times in your previous auditions - were sat. You shook hands and gave greetings, the usual.

"Y/N, meet our new Spider-Man." Kevin gestured to the brunette boy at the front of the room.

He was cute. Dangerously cute. His small curls that laid messily only seemed to add to his appeal.

You smiled and walked over to him, "Hi. I'm Y/N Y/L/N. It's great to meet you." you offered your hand.

He returned the grin before shaking your hand, "Tom Holland. It's a pleasure." you noticed his British accent and couldn't stop yourself from the confused expression that took over your features.

"You're British?"

He nodded with a smile, "That I am, but," he switched to an American accent, "I can turn it off, too."

Your smile grew, impressed by his ability, "That's so cool. I would try a British accent, but I feel like I might offend you."

He laughed with you for a bit, his hand still holding yours. You both noticed the predicament and quickly withdrew your hands. Sheepish grins showed on both your lips.

Joe Russo cleared his throat, "A little background information in case you're not familiar with Cindy Moon's story."

You silently thanked him for this since you were not at all familiar with whatever the character entailed. Only getting small glimpses of her personality and behaviour before you got thrown into the mix of auditions.

"Cindy and Peter went to the same school and got bitten by the same radioactive spider. A man took Cindy and trained her, but also hid her in a bunker when her powers became too much for her to control. Her Silk Sense – which is her version of a Spider Sense – is incredibly powerful. Stronger than Peter's. In this scene, Peter is saving her from the bunker. Understood?" he spoke so quickly that you nearly didn't catch it all, but nevertheless, you nodded your head.

"Got it." you put the script to the side and took off your jacket.

"Now," Kevin spoke, "Remember, this is a chemistry test. So we want to see – not just how compatible your characters are – but you guys, as well."

Your palms began to sweat. You already knew that they were looking for chemistry, but being put on the spot made your anxiety sky rocket. You nodded again in understanding.

"Sounds good." Tom went to the other side of the room, "Good luck." he sent you another frustratingly attractive smile.

You nodded with your own grin, "Thanks, Spidey."

You spotted a small cot beside you and made your way over, laying with your back to Tom. Ready to start the scene.

"Action!"

Before any lines were given, you lifted your head, but kept it facing the wall. As if you were listening for something, waiting for something.

"Spider- Boy? Guy? Spider-something." you spoke to the wall and a second later, Tom's footsteps were heard behind you.

"I prefer Spider-Man." Tom's voice filled your ears as he leaned against the wall. "Nice to meet you, Cindy Moon."

You held a hand to your head, as if a painful migraine had just arrived. "Your presence is causing me pain. Who-" you looked up at the man, recognition dawning on your features, "Peter."

"W-what? N-n-no, no, no. Who's Peter? I'm Spider-Man." he insisted rather poorly. Deepening his voice.

You turned your body around, hanging your legs off of the cot, "I-I feel it. I remember you. Parker from my science class. Left row, three seats behind me. And my math and history. Front row in history. Middle in math. You always had a new backpack every week."

"Eidetic memory." he mumbled under his breath.

"Hm?" you furrowed your eyebrows.

"Nothing. Never mind. We can discuss this later. You need to get out of here. And I have come to save you from whatever this place is." he eyed the space with disgust.

You eyed him suspiciously, "Is this some Disney movie? Is there a magical horse drawn carriage waiting outside?"

He showed a boyish grin, "I guess you can call me your knight in red and blue spandex."

You scoffed and stood up, "Okay, Parker. How'd you know I was here?"

"Oh! This awesome dude, Tony Stark, he knows, like, everything! A-and he told me that you were here and sent me on a mission– Which is so cool! But yeah, he told me to come and save you. And that is what I am doing." he jumped up and down like an excited child.

You eyed the space around you, "Wait. M-my powers. I can't control them. I-I mean, I'm trying, b-but it's still—"

"—We can focus on that later! Right now, the richest and sickest guy on the planet is requesting you. C'mon." he grabbed your hand and, as scripted, you both locked eyes immediately.

You tried your best to look like you were falling in love. And as you stared into his deep brown eyes, you found that it wasn't that difficult. He stared back into yours. His hand still wrapped around your fingers. Your free hand travelled to his face, as if you were about to pull his mask up. Resting your palm on his jawline. His other hand that wasn't grasping yours, rested on your hip. A light pressure that nearly sent you into a haze. You both began to lean in and it no longer felt like acting until you squeezed your eyes shut, shook your head and pushed him away rather aggressively.

You put a hand on the wall, drawing heavy breaths in and out, "W-what are you doing to me?" you looked at him through heavy eyelids.

Tom was in a similar position, back against the wall, hand over his chest, "Mister Stark said that m-might h-happen." his head was thrown back against the wall, showing off the expanse of his neck as he swallowed. "Something- Something about our senses causes a strong- How do I say this? I-Intimate attraction between us."

Your eyebrows furrowed, eyes narrowing, "A-an attraction? An intimate attraction? To you? Ew."

He pushed himself off the wall, "Glad to see you haven't changed one bit, Moon." he walked away from you, "We really need to get going. You- Oh! I've been wondering this: Where's your webbing?" he looked around as if he was searching for it.

You stuck your hand out and pretended to shoot a string of silk out of your finger and onto the wall. Tom followed your movements with a starstruck expression.

"That's sick! I have to make mine." he frowned, "We got bit by the same fricking spider and yours is in your hands? Let me see!" he came closer and attempted to grab your hand again before you quickly put it behind your back.

"Don't touch me." you spoke slowly, "I-if this attraction is caused by physical touch. Please, do not touch me."

He plastered on a playful smirk, "Oh, it's more than physical, Moon."

You rolled your eyes and stepped away from the wall, "Dream on, Parker. Are we going to this Mister Stank or whatever?" you waved your hand with a limp wrist.

Tom gasped, "He's Iron Man! It's Mister Stark! Stark! Not stank! And you need a suit. Mister Stark has one ready for you at the compound, but you need something to wear on the way there." he looked around for one.

As if it had just dawned on your character that you were finally leaving the bunker, your attitude changed. A smile gracing your lips.

"I think I can do a little something."

You gestured your hands around yourself, pretending to create a suit from your silk. Tom watched with amazement, "Hey, how are you doing that?" he bent down and examined your body from head to toe.

"I had a lot of free time on my hands. Costume on-the-go. You like?" you smirked as you continued your movements.

Tom nodded his head as he came back up to stand beside you, "I could've saved so much time and money by doing that."

You finally completed your gesturing with a grin, "Ta-da! A bit sticky, but I think it'll do." you pretended to stretch around in the costume.

"Okay, let's go, Moon—"

"—Nope. Nuh-uh. When I'm webbed up like this, call me Silk." you smiled triumphantly.

And with that, the scene came to an end. The producers and casting directors all stood and clapped for you and Tom. You smiled widely at how successful it had gone. Before you could even react, Tom pulled you into a hug. Arms wrapped around your waist. Without a second thought, you wrapped yours around his neck with a laugh.

"You were amazing!" Tom praised you with a wide grin.

You couldn't help but to smile, "Thank you! It helps when you have an awesome scene partner."

His cheeks turned a shade of scarlet at your compliment before Anthony Russo spoke, "That was amazing! Thank you, Y/N."

You shook your head, "Thank you for having me."

Joe came and shook your hand, "Expect a call on Monday. Keep your ringer on." he smiled.

"And that wraps up the chemistry tests! Great job, everyone!" Anthony announced as you handed the script back to them and threw your jacket on.

You swung your bag over your shoulder and made your way to the door.

"Wait!" Tom called from behind you.

You stopped in your steps and turned around with a kind smile.

He held out his phone, "Since we're going to be working together, might as well get to know one another." he had a timid grin.

"Don't jinx it, Holland." you let a light chuckle fall from your lips.

He shook his head, "It's not jinxing, it's manifesting and you were by far the best Cindy Moon. You've already got the part." he insisted making you shake your head.

"We'll see about that." you punched in your number and before you could add your name, Tom took his phone back.

"Wait." he quickly typed away.

'silk'

You smiled at the contact name before offering your phone. He typed in his number and took it upon himself to put the name.

'spidey'

"I'll see you around, Y/L/N." he gave you a little salute making you laugh.

You nodded, "Definitely, Holland." you turned around and walked out of the door.

Both of you were so engrossed in your interaction that you didn't notice the producers and casting directors watching from afar. Proud smiles dawning their lips.

They found their Cindy Moon.

[male-thot-anime-of-the-state]

Some comfort please. I've had a bad month at work and ended up having a meltdown from being unable to balance all work load and contacting my boss for approvals. I tend to bottle things up so it exploded.if possible a scenario with Shinji from Bleach for building meldown and after it.if unable no biggie and have a lovely day x

The ask was a bit hard to read and I wasn’t sure if you wanted to be the one taken care of or if you find comfort in taking care of others. This is a dom reader blog so I went with the latter but if you wanted smth different lemme know.

I just got to Shinjis character in bleach but I love making these men bottoms and babying them so yeah.

Anyways I hope you feel better and I hope this helps, if even a little bit. You got this 💛

Shinji / Reader Comfort

Stew makes everything better

Kicking off your shoes you locked the door behind you.

Limbs feeling like cement you trudge over to the couch and slump down harshly.

You covered your eyes with your arm trying your hardest not to cry. It was all just too much and even at your you were just wishing you were home.

Your ears twitched at the soft shuffling into the room, padded by slippers. “hey babe, I didn’t even hear you come in”

Moving your arm from your eye you peeled out to see your lover Shinji standing in an apron with his hair pulled back staring at you curiously.

All you could manage was a sigh and a very weary “hey, yeah I’m sorry about that”

He huffed and sat down beside you, head falling onto your shoulder. “Everything ok?” He wasn’t the best at tense or deep situations. You always handled it, but it only made sense that way.

“Long day” you responded, voice cracking a bit. Sitting at home actually thinking about everything that happened outside was…intense and you could feel the tears forming.

Shinji was quiet, almost contemplating. Fiddling with the hem of his apron he didn’t look up at you but did say “I made stew, that one you showed me? Yeah, that one”

That was it, the tears started flowing. Shinji was only alerted by the soft shake of your shoulders. He jolted up, nervous, thinking he’d said something wrong. You shook your head and brushed off his questions. Grabbing your shoes and coat again and walking out the door.

You didn’t know why, you just knew you couldn’t have a conversation right now without something bad coming out. Shinji didn’t do anything wrong but the sudden tenderness was shocking and the negative reactions you had was even more so.

Walking around the neighborhood while crying wasn’t the best look on anyone. Your steps were becoming more harsh almost stomping. So many emotions right now and poor Shinji had to have had his feelings hurt. Stoping and a nearby park for a seat the bitter air calmed you down a lot. The sharp cold on your hit tear stormed face was the best remedy.

Well really the best remedy was Shinji but it was probably too late for that now.

The kids were just getting out of school so it was fairly populated. Crying with all of these children around was nothing short of embarrassing. But honestly, who better to understand these raw emotions other than children? Fair sympathizers that cared for people, even ones they had never met before.

As the tears began to dry you realized it had been quite some time since you left the house. The sky was getting darker faster now and you really needed to go back. Talk to Shinji and apologize. You didn’t even know what to say but you’d have to figure it out.

Stopping by a flower shop you got the pinkest bouquet you could find. You didn’t even know if Shinji liked flowers, or pink, it never came up. Something should be better than nothing.

The walk back to the apartment felt like a long journey through a desert. Eyes sore from crying, throat dry, feet slightly aching from how much you’ve been walking all day. All you wanted was to go to sleep holding your baby.

Dread filled the pit of your stomach as you saw the apartment, that annoying nauseous dread . First you were upset now you’re nervous.

Unlocking the door you noticed the lights out. Shit. After taking off all of your stuff you griped the flowers between both hands and slowly made your way towards the bedroom. Shinji was usually there.

Cracking open the door, you noticed the bedside lamp was on.

“Sweetheart?” The weighted blanket was formed into a large lump on the bed. You prodded. The lump simply moved but made no noise. Sitting down beside it you gently placed you hand where you assumed his lower back was and gave a slight stroke then som pats.

“I’m really sorry, love. I don’t know- I -I was just a bit overwhelmed and I needed to cool my head.”

The silence made you wish you’d never spoke, until you heard a slight sniffle and that nauseous feeling returned. Wisps of blonde hair poked out from under the weighted blanket. Slowly the face of your beloved appeared red and tear streaked.

“You just walked off and I thought I pissed you off or something” his miserable sniffles were usually cute but now they were the worse sound you’d ever heard. Holding out the flowers to him he simply looked at you without moving.

With a curious “hmm?” Liked you would to entice a child you leaned them a bit closer to your beloveds face.

Still with nothing, you relented. “I got you a little apology gift. I was t sure what exactly you’d like for an apology, and even though it’s cheesy I thought it’d be cute.”

Suddenly, the lump deflated and you found yourself with an armful of Shinji, his arms and legs wrapped around you like a koala. Laying the flowers next to you you wrapped one hand around his back and the other gave slow oats to his ass. That usually called him down.

His sniffles evened out as you placed soft kisses on his neck. He pulled back just a bit for you to see the sweet blush in his face that you usually saw when he let his guard down.

“Do you still want to stew?” He asked “your skin feels cold”

Laughing you kissed him I on the lips slowly, tracing his upper lip with your tongue before pulling away. “Of course sweetness” you responded.

[misschifuyu]

Temporary

characters: sano manjiro (mikey) + gn! reader

genre: angst

warnings: swearing

It didn’t take a genius to notice.

At first, you figured it was simply because of work; busy work amongst the members that he had to deal with, taking up all his free time. You understood what it meant to be the leader of such a prestigious gang - if one could call it as such - so you didn’t think much of it.

“Did everything go okay today?”

“Yeah”

It was strange, to say the least, seeing him so quiet as you greeted him into your home. Having not seen him in a few days, you figured this would be a perfect opportunity to get together, one Wednesday afternoon you thought he would be free.

Of course, he had answered your text with an ‘okay’ to your suggestion; as a result, you were surprised to see him in such a glum mood.

That afternoon he had sat with you, but it felt as though the two of you were miles apart. Only a few words were exchanged, and you knew, without a doubt, that something wasn’t right.

Days passed on, and you tried to leave him some space. You knew well how much Mikey could get overwhelmed with life’s troubles, so you figured it was best to leave him sort them out before trying to intervene. The last thing you wanted was to make matters worse, after all, so you trusted it was the right decision.

Unfortunately, this ended up spanning into a week without knowing anything about him.

As it got to the 7th day, you couldn’t stop yourself from calling him. Grabbing your own, you clicked on his profile, a picture of the two of you showing up as you did.

What if something had happened to him?

Listening to the ringing tone by your ear, your mind drifted off into all the possibilities; despite knowing how your boyfriend was, you still worried for him. More than he could ever even imagine, frankly.

After a few seconds, you reckoned he wasn’t going to pick up. You couldn’t even begin to think of why, your legs taking you out into the streets of Tokyo as you hurried to the place you could only think he would be.

Near the riverbed.

Luckily, your house wasn't located too far from the spot where you had spent countless evenings throughout your relationship. It always seemed to bring Mikey a sense of serenity, watching the water flow by as he would rest on the grassy hill. Truthfully, you weren't entirely sure you'd find him there, but it was a place to start searching for him, at least.

Rounding the corner of the final block, you spotted a sitting figure. By the flowing, black jacket that was hung on the person's back, you recognised them immediately - unless another Toman member had decided to get a very similar haircut to your boyfriend, that is.

You were relieved, glad to know that you weren't going to have to search for him or even ask around for his whereabouts. And as far as you could tell, he didn't seem to be injured or in any bad state. Letting your chest heave out a deep breath from running just seconds earlier, you slowed down your pace to approach him.

He was silent. No surprise, seeing as he was alone, but as you got closer you could tell that he was far from being in a happy mood. The way his eyes were locked onto the distant view of the city made it clear that he was deep in though, and seeing as he wasn't accompanied by anyone, it would seem that he had come here to be alone with his thoughts.

A sense of pity filled your senses, and all you wanted to do was console him. But you knew that would be of no way to come up to him, so you stopped a few metres away from him, hoping he had already sensed your presence, so as to not startle him.

"...Manjiro?"

Addressing him by his first name, you remained still in your position. By his slow reaction, you assumed he had known you were there, but had chosen to ignore your presence until you spoke up.

He looked up at you with what could only be described as an empty stare. It worried you, seeing him look at you with such dull eyes, but you stood silent, waiting for him to speak up on his behalf.

"Why are you here?"

Far from what you had expected as the first words he aimed at you after a week's worth of disappearance, you sucked in a breath. Was this really his reaction upon seeing you after such a time period? And if you hadn't come, would he have continued to act as if you held no place in his life?

"I wanted to make sure you were doing okay...You haven't come over for a week, so I was starting to worry and-"

"It was for your own good"

Upon his interruption, you knitted your eyebrows together, a prominently confused look on your face.

"What?"

Mikey blinked away from you, looking instead towards whatever was behind you. He was avoiding eye contact with you, and that was the last thing you needed when you were trying to understand him. His distance had been a clear sign that something was wrong, and now he couldn't even bare to look straight at you.

"Things have been getting complicated as of late, and I didn't want to bother you with all of that"

Now that you had a closer look at him, you could see that he wasn't in the same shape he was always in. His right arm, which had been out of your sight until you stopped before him, showed a series of dark bruises, and a nasty cut was split by his top lip, clearly caused recently by the bright, red tones that made up the injury.

That wasn't to mention his ripped attire. Strewn across the sleeves and even the front piece, they looked to be a consequence from a knife, tearing the fabric in an attempt to reach him instead.

"Mikey, you know you would never bother me with any of this, you should've come to my house, I would've helped you"

With a shake of his head, the blond strands that you so loved to run your fingers through moved in sync with his movements.

"No, Y/N. Shit gets ugly after a fight, and the last thing I want is for you to see me like that. Can't you just be patient for a little longer?"

His tone was starting to sound aggravated, and you hadn't the faintest ideas as to why. All you had done was come up to him to ask about his wellbeing, and yet he was adamant in pushing you away.

"Patient? Mikey, I've been worried sick this past week, not knowing where you've been or what you've been doing. All I've gotten are ignored calls and messages, do you really expect me to just be alright with that?"

He had turned to look back at the river by now, listening to you but with what seemed to be very little interest. It was as if you were speaking to a wall, and you were starting to get worried that this wasn't going to end well.

The fact he didn't trust you enough to continue to be at his side when at his lowest point was giving you clear signs that something wasn't going right in the relationship. He had helped you countless times when you needed him, so how come he didn't allow himself to seek out your help in such times?

The silence between the two of you was heart wrenching.

"Manjiro? Are you even listening to me?"

Shoulders lifting, he closed his eyes momentarily before turning fully towards you.

"Y/N, I'm just fucking afraid you'll end up seeing me the way I see myself. It's not all sunshine and smiles, but I don't want you to see that because I know damn well you'll leave me if I show up to your house looking like this"

So he didn't.

He didn't believe he could count on you when he was going through tough moments. He truly thought you were so empty-hearted that you would leave him for something you knew right from the start could happen. Hell, you knew before even dating that he could show up busted and bloodied out of the blue.

And yet he had convinced himself that, somehow, you would ditch him because of it.

He had created a distance between the two of you, one that you had never thought even existed. On your behalf, such a gap had never even come to mind, but it seemed his just continued to grow.

"I would never leave you for something like that, Mikey...why would you even think of that? I love you for everything that you are, no matter the state you come home in"

"Don't lie to yourself, Y/N. I know what kind of person I can be, and it's far from something one would want to be with. I'm a worthless idiot who spends his days fighting endlessly without a clear objective...what if I end up doing the same to you?"

"Mikey, don't say that, you know-"

"No, I fucking don't, okay? Every damn day I'm scared that I could turn on everything that I know and love, and I don't want you to go through that"

You could feel a knot in your stomach as you took in his words, each one hurting more that the last. Why would he speak about himself like that? You knew he didn't have an easy life but, turn on everyone? That was far from the reality.

"But-"

"Look, I'm not dealing with this, now or ever. If it bothers you that much, you can leave. I'm not going to put you in any sort of danger, so if you see that as negligence, I don't see us getting any further than this"

That's how he felt.

That's how he felt about the relationship; something to be brushed off so easily in a matter of a few words.

Just a temporary circumstance.

[apixrl]

DROWSY.

levi ackerman x fem!reader

WARNING(S): none

word count: 3.4k

song: before i close my eyes // xxxtentacion

note(s): soft levi lives in my head rent free and that's perfectly okay he can stay for as long as he wants to

Your hand pressed against your back as you stretched, stifling a yawn that echoed through the hallway. You swore you could hear your joints wailing out in distress, every step feeling as though you were dragging a weight behind you that was five times your size. Your bed was calling out to you in more ways than you could count, the idea of snuggling under the covers absolutely heavenly.

It had been a long and tiresome day, to say the least. After waking up early and in bright spirits, you made the decision to go on a long morning jog. To ready yourself for a presumably easy day. But those words came back to bite you when Captain Levi dropped you and your comrades into an intense training segment that lasted all morning. Then proceeded a heavy clean of headquarters in the afternoon. Ordered to rid the underside of the tables of dust and to clear those sneaky corners of muck that had festered far too long. To put a long story short; you were about ready to drop dead on the floor by the time evening rolled on by.

You loved Levi with all your heart, but unfortunately, your relationship with him didn't come with any bonuses. Yes, you saw a softer side on occasion, but the man never allowed bias to take over during work hours. You were treated the same as the others; a soldier in the ranks. A member of Levi's squad. When you did right you were praised and when you did wrong you served the consequences. Levi would set you on a thirty lap run around the camp perimeter if he saw fit, and there was no getting out of it. As much as you could complain, you knew it was for the best. When it came down to it, Levi was your superior as well as his partner and there had to be some line between the two.

Plodding along the hallway, your bedroom door up ahead was your saviour. You could practically taste the sweet rest waiting for you on the other side. Though just before you could reach your salvation, a voice from the neighbouring room stopped you in your step and tore you away from it.

"Y/N,"

Levi.

It would be lying to say you didn't whimper, so close to a good night's sleep yet so far all in one go. But you weren't so selfish that you'd ignore your lover's call because you were simply exhausted. Yes, you considered it... but resisting the urge gave you credibility, right?

Regardless, you exhaled a sigh knowing it would be wrong not to respond. That man you called your partner had ears like a cat anyway. He probably heard you make your way down the hall or noticed your shadow under the door and had sensed your halt upon his call. So dragging your eyes away from the vision of your wonderfully made bed (Levi having been the one to tuck the sheets in that morning since he was the last one up. So no wonder you were fantasizing at the idea of collapsing on there) behind the door of your room, you set your gaze on the door to Levi's office instead.

You realised it was open just a tad, explaining Levi sensing your approach so easily. Pressing your hands against the wooden frame, you pushed it open and popped your head around the door, forcing your eyes open no matter how much they pleaded to close against the candlelight.

As expected, Levi was seated at the chair of his desk. Neck-deep in papers that he'd been working on most of the night. One shorter pile to the left and a taller one to the right - one pile waiting to be looked at whilst the other sat completed. You wondered which one that was... and prayed for Levi's sake it was the tallest pile to allow him a good night's sleep.

His greyed eyes didn't look up upon your entry, something you just managed to notice through the strands of wispy black locks atop Levi's head. That seemed to indicate he was focused on the task at hand, especially from the way his hand efficiently worked at the pieces of paper like it was on autopilot.

"Yes, love?" You asked, resting against the door for a brief moment as your tiredness caught up with you. If you had reacted to it a second later you believed you would have tipped over from loss of balance, and you were relieved when Levi spoke up once more - his voice jolting you upright.

"I need you to take some papers down to the Commander for me," Levi stated, a certain tone in his voice indicating his own form of tiredness. But you knew that rarely stopped him and his work, the man willing to stay up until the early hours of the morning just to get it finished.

His words made your body panic, unsure if it could muster a journey all the way to Erwin's whereabouts. You had barely walked up the stairs of headquarters well, let alone travelling back down them and then all the way back up again.

"It can't wait until tomorrow?" You tried, chewing the inside of your cheek gingerly. From the way Levi glanced over his wad of papers, grey eyes filled with doubt, you knew it was a longshot. "It's just late, that's all. You need to rest,"

"No," Levi ceased all action, slouching down in his seat briefly as his fingertips held the bridge of his nose. His version of a short break and a way to bury his annoyance down. It appeared to be one of those nights, where he was swamped with work and didn't have the opportunity to simply 'head to bed'. "I'm still nowhere near done, and I don't have the time to take the ones I've already looked at to Erwin because of that," It was there his hand propped up, elbow resting on his other which has splayed over his chest. He motioned you over, eyes skipping between you and the seat opposite him until you got the message.

You were delayed in realising, feeling guilty at your inability to proceed Levi's words. You heard them, but fatigue seemed to seize hold and throw them out the window before your brain could comprehend the meaning. You hoisted yourself off of the doorframe, letting the hinges squeak the door shut behind you as you made your way to Levi's desk. You then sat yourself down, hands pressed to the chair arms as your attention steered to your partner.

"Okay... so which pile am I taking?" Was your question, forcing a small smile to at least seem interested. The black-haired man straightened up, eyes skimming over the papers on his desk and seemingly on the floor too. That made your brow raise, head tilting to the side ever so slightly in wonder. What was behind the desk?

Levi proceeded to push his chair back with his feet, his head quickly disappearing under the table as if to grab something. You rested your cheek in your palm as you waited, a hint of a frown as you waited. Your assumptions were correct as, after a few seconds of scuffling around, Levi reappeared from under the desk - standing up to place yet another pile of paper wherever his desk had the space to hold it.

"This one," He addressed, exhaling heavily once he was comfortable in his seat again. Just when you thought that was it, Levi pushed the taller pile of papers forward as well, and it would be wrong to say you were joyful of the sight. In fact, you were very much dismayed, the sight of the multiple piles of papers meaning more than one trip.

Suddenly you wished the shorter pile was the finished one.

"And this one," Levi spoke with little character as per usual, gazing upon the piles of papers like they were nothing more than a pile of dirt. Clearly, he had experienced little joy going through them, but work never got done whilst complaining. The only words ringing in his mind to convince Levi to get his head down and focus. "You'll probably need to take two trips,"

"You don't say," You commented and sighed to yourself. For hours you had awaited your mattress and now look at you, even further away from reaching it as before. It was a big shame you woke up in such an energetic mood and was ending the day feeling like you couldn't lift a finger. "And if I cant find Commander Erwin?"

"He should be in his office," Levi returned. "But if not, place the right pile on his desk," He then gestured to the left, hand pressing on top for emphasis. "This one will need sorting, however. Just separate the tags in the stack and the drawer they belong in is on there. It shouldn't take you too long, just make sure the files are in the right place or Erwin won't be pleased. Oh, and try not to drop them, please? I'd rather not lose four hours worth of work because of your two left feet -," Levi was cut short by a sound he was not at all expecting. A snorting noise caught him off guard, but when he looked up at you in question the answers quickly came pouring in.

It appeared in Levi's ramble you had grown bored. As there you were, head lolling forwards as your arm tried to prop it up, eyes closed and snoring away to your heart's content. Levi quirked a brow at your behaviour, then scoffed lightly. The man couldn't say he was surprised, of course you would nod off to sleep exactly when he needed your help. At a time where he was swamped with things to do and an extra pair of hands wouldn't hurt.

"Y/N," He tried after a minute or so passed, Levi frowning at the lack of response. If anything, the snoring grew louder. It was there he tried again, a little more firmly and loudly but still, nothing.

Typical.

Levi sat there in silence and disbelief, watching your frame rise and fall with each intake of breath. Meanwhile, you simply slept on without a care in the world, but it's not like he could leave you there. Leaving you sleeping in such a way was bound to cause a nasty neck and backache the following morning. So with a sigh, Levi hoisted himself out of his chair and walked around his desk to your side. Then he knelt down to your level, hand landing on your shoulder to give you a gentle but firm shake.

"Y/N," Levi spoke, a little softer this time, all whilst trying to nudge you awake. It appeared you had only lightly nodded off, as, after three or four shakes, you stirred out of your little nap. Your eyes shot open to meet Levi's observing you closely, a hint of a frown to his face as he did. In your state you barely noticed though, too busy trying to shake off your drowsiness but failing miserably as your eyes merely drooped more.

"Levi?" You mumbled tiredly, lifting your gaze towards your lover, puzzled over why he was so close to you. "What is it?"

"You fell asleep," Levi said with hesitancy, glancing away from you for a second before he continued. "Is everything alright?"

"Hm? Yes... everything's fine," You reassured, sending him a reassuring smile. Levi narrowed his gaze, prompting you to keep going. "It's just been a long day, that's all,"

"I see," Levi nodded, noticing your lack of attentiveness and sleepy demeanour. All of which you tried to force back through your smile. But Levi knew you better than that. He could see straight through the façade just how you could see straight through his, acting as though you were fine when it was truly quite the opposite. That was enough for Levi to suspect something was up, and that little switch in his head that differed between his role as Captain and partner flipped in an instant.

"Sorry... y-you were saying something before I dropped off weren't you?" You asked and pointed to the papers on the table. "Something about them?"

Levi turned to look at where you gestured, seeing the papers that still needed taking to Erwin. He contemplated still asking for your help, but it was obvious from just the way you looked alone that you were long desperate for rest. So exhaling a small sigh, Levi reluctantly cast his gaze back onto you and shook his head.

"No, don't worry about it," He allowed his hand to leave your shoulder and moved it to your face. Where he tucked a few loose strands of your H/C hair behind your ear, continuing. "It can wait until tomorrow,"

"Are you sure?" You asked through a yawn, leaning into the hand that Levi proceeded to support your cheek with. The subtle graze of his thumb over your cheekbone relaxing you to the point sleep nearly stole you from him once more.

As much as he disliked tampering with his organised routine, Levi knew sending you on errands whilst so tired would do you no good the next day. Perhaps he had pushed you a little far without realising, the thought running through his mind later on in the morning. You'd been lagging behind your comrades more than usual. Much opposing to you typically being at the front of the group and urging them on over the other way around. Whilst it wasn't as obvious in the afternoon, the strain in your expression as you scrubbed the floors and countertops had peeked its way through to him. Levi knew you in and out, and the frustration displayed ran much deeper than that of germs and bacteria. That was blatant now more than ever, so the least you deserved was a good night's rest. Just because he could run on little hours of sleep didn't mean you could.

"Yeah," Levi admired you under the dim light of his office after he spoke. Your inattentive gaze somehow continued to hold such focus as you looked back at him. The way you smiled with such love and yearn. How your cheek felt warm in his palm like he was holding the entire world. Which he was really. He was holding his entire world.

"Oh... okay," You said and your eyes drooped shut, not reopening. That brought Levi to act, blinking out of his daze and pulling himself to his feet with a sharp inhale.

"Come on, let's get you to bed," He said and slipped his arms around you, lifting you into their secure hold. You didn't protest, too tired to make a sound as you adjusted to the new position. A comfier position that ensured security and safety. One hand supported your back as Levi's bicep acted as your pillow and his spare arm hooked under your legs. You could feel the ever so gentle thump of Levi's heartbeat close to your ear, much opposing to his regular temperament - curt and firm and even quite harsh at the most.

Levi carried you out of his office, using his foot to open the door as he proceeded to venture down the hall to your shared bedroom. The place you had been going to before you were called to his aid. You kept your eyes closed the entire time but didn't nod off just yet, the bobbing motion of Levi's walk both drifting and stirring you from sleep. It wasn't long before Levi was pulling back the sheets whilst he only just managed to hold you with one arm. You made it easier by wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, giggling lightly to yourself when you almost slipped. Somewhere in Levi's silence, he found it amusing. Perhaps not verbally placed, but you sensed it nonetheless. Still, he downplayed it with concern, his hand pressing against your back to hold you closely against his frame.

He placed you down with care, hand only leaving your back once it rested on the mattress. Sliding it out, it returned to the sheets as he placed them back over you. Meanwhile, you watched through half-lidded eyes, following where Levi's gaze trailed. Mainly sticking to the sheets he tucked in for you out of the goodness of his heart, though flickered back to you on occasion. His eyes contained a warmth that opposed their normal grey colour. A warmth that he usually failed to place into the spoken word and resorted to showing it rather than saying it.

Eventually, Levi finished, his hands stopping their skilful movement and pressing into the pillow on either side of your head. He was silent for a moment, observing your tiresome state and realising just how fatigued he was too. He battled the urge to collapse on the bed beside you, pull you into his arms and fall fast asleep. To ignore his duties for just one night. Give himself a treat and spend the night snoozing away like the everyday citizen. But Levi knew that was irresponsible. He had been irresponsible enough leaving the paperwork so late. It also wasn't the life he had been fated to lead, regardless of how pleasant the idea may be in the subconscious of his mind.

"I still have a lot of work to do," He uttered no louder than a whisper, exhaling deeply in an apologetic sigh and hating the idea of traipsing back to his office to work. "I'll have to join you later but I'm guessing you'll be asleep,"

"It's okay," You hummed, head tilting to the side as an innocent smile formed on your face. "Do I get a kiss good night, at least?"

Levi couldn't fight the small chuckle that escaped him, head proceeding to hang forwards and shake too and fro at your words. He truly felt he didn't deserve you and the love you gave him. Always so understanding, never complaining about his packed work schedule. How you made him feel steady and kept him sane. Perhaps it was because you were a soldier too and knew how time-consuming the job was, but Levi was grateful for all of it. The man met your eyes, a certain radiance in them that he'd refrain from showing to anyone else other than you.

"You're twenty-nine years old and you act like a child," He remarked with no ill intent, the laugh that elicited from you music to his ears.

"Yeah, and you chose to -," You were cut off, Levi leaning forwards to press his lips to yours in a tender kiss. You hummed in approval, forgetting the words you planned to say and instead enjoyed the display of affection. Levi lingered longer than usual, an indirect apology for the fact he had to leave you with the bed half cold. You didn't question it, knowing Levi's work never truly stopped and granted him a break. The fact he'd even paused just to tuck you in comfortably was enough to satisfy your needs, whether Levi would believe that or not was up to him. But your eyes fell closed, both from bliss and sleep catching up to claim control.

Gradually your lips loosened on Levi's, indicating you had nodded off. He opened his eyes and pulled back in question, watching your head tilt faintly to the side as your pillow held its weight. Levi exhaled deeply, leaning down to plant one final kiss on your forehead. Then he hoisted himself off of the bed and walked to the door.

"Good night, Y/N," He said once there, glancing back at you one final time. From where he stood, you appeared merrily at peace. Finally grateful for the embrace of your bedsheets after a dragging day of nonstop training. Levi did feel somewhat bad for being a cause for your tiredness, knowing that he could sometimes be cruel when playing his 'Captain' role. But he couldn't favour you just because of his feelings, and the fact you rarely made that an issue provided him relief like no other. Still, Levi's guilt asserted as he closed the bedroom door quietly behind him.

Why... it wouldn't be terrible if he let you sleep in a little bit past the wake-up call, would it?