#Sorry this took long btw I kept getting distracted

[real-reulbbr-band]

Hey lovely!! I was wondering you opinion on TantoToria (Tantomile x Victoria) 👀??

a what a good question !!!!

while not being one of my go-twos I do enjoy and adore them a lot! And that’s the joy of being a multi-shipper!

I could really see it working with Victoria’s connection with the jellicle moon and Tantomile’s own psychic abilities. (rambles below)

I mentioned it before that Tantomile is more sensitive than she lets on, both from her powers and her own personal insecurities.

But when she catches a glimpse of the seemingly “perfect” white cat shows a similar sensitivity- a similar otherworldly knowledge she’s interested.

Tantomile is quite blunt when approaching Victoria about what she perceives to be, though unintentionally that it does cause Victoria to get nervous and panic “of course she’s on to her, Tantomile knows everything about everyone”

but at the same time, Victoria is interested. Perhaps Tantomile could provide her insight? Even closure on her previous lives. Though Victoria’s approach is more subtle than Tant’s and way less obvious Tantomile offers her assistance.

Tant isn’t able to decipher much on her own and when she comments about getting Cori involved Vic immediately shuts it down. Instead switching the topic to something more- casual.

She invites Tantomile to spend time with her, alone. And wow Tant is both surprised and amused.

surprised because it’s clear Victoria is hiding *something* but happy at the possibility that she genuinely was interested in getting to know her.

They spend time together and while Vic’s secret is still a point of tension they manage to bound quite easily. Even relax and do yoga.

Vic doesn't need any powers since she’s a naturally attentive cat, so she can typically tell when Tantomile is having trouble with her powers or had a frightening vision.

Outside of her brother, Vic became a very comforting and warm presence for Tantomile.

They just get so used to each other, when they're together there isn't a need to speak through words. It's the glances they share, the touches the smiles.

During a sleepover after Victoria had another nightmare about her past lives she was in shambles tears even. And when she couldn't figure out how to ease her after about an hour of reassuring words Victoria just kisses her.

it’s quiet after that a few words are spoken before they decide to go back to sleep and carry on as normal. But that was Tantomile’s first kiss, and she could only dream of vic that night.

When they do start dating it doesn't feel like a sudden transition or like much has changed they've just loved each other and wanted to protect each other for so long that it just feels right.

I tend to have a preference for their stage counterparts since I have a little more to work with but they’re 2019 versions are so soft!!!

Ok I’m done talking about the gfs totally….

[ippi2un]

♥︎—L&DS REACTION TO YOU BAKING SOMETHING FOR THEM

But it turns out tasting horrible.

pairings: xavier x you, zayne x you, rafayel x you, sylus x you

note: i loved making this esp rafayels and xaviers 😍 but mf why did u mess up their treats....😒😒😒😒 (btw yes ik u didnt bake smth for Xavier but idc u made it either way) ... AND TUMBLR RANDOMLY DECIDED TO POST THIS???? EVEN THOUGH I DIDNT FINISH??? SORRY IF ITS BAD

After a long, sweltering day, you and Xavier decide to chill out at your home. It was afternoon and very hot, so you decided, why not make a little treat for you and Xavier?

As Xavier peacefully dozed off on your couch in the living room, you started to whip up a masterpiece: Banana Icecream. As you were beginning to make the masterpiece, you get a phonecall from a scam caller. They kept calling and calling, and it was annoying so you picked up the phone, deciding to give them a taste of true annoyance.

"Hello?" You say, your irritation barely concealed.

"Yes, hi! You just won a brand new super flying car!" The other person on the line said, their voice too enthusiastic.

You roll your eyes, playing along.

"Oh my! Really? That's so amazing, how can I claim it?" You say, grabbing a bowl and setting it on the counter.

"Just provide us with your credit card information."

"Hm? Why would I need to give you that..." You say, feigning innocence.

"Just for verification and stuff."

Suppressing a laugh, you reply, "Okay! My credit card number is..." and you began to give random numbers as you made the icecream. You put in milk, and heavy cream was supposed to be next. But in your distracted state, you added sour cream instead. Alot.

"Um, excuse me, the credit card you are listing is too long. You put too much numbers. Are you...sure about that?" The person on the line said, sounding confused.

"Oh my bad... I have alzeheimers or something." You say, holding in your laugh as you added 3 bananas to the mix and mushed them in with the sugar, vanilla extract, milk, and sour cream.

The person ended up hanging up. You laughed out loud, putting your phone aside before sighing and staring at your icecream mix. It looked wonderful to you.

You put it in the freezer, and after about 3 hours you retrieve it with great excitement. You eagerly place a few scoops into a nice bowl, before sprinting to Xavier, excited for him to try your "masterpiece."

You crouch down near the sleeping Xavier, before poking his cheek slightly.

"Xavier...Xavier. Wake up. I made banana icecream." You whisper.

After a few tries Xavier arised, sitting up slowly while rubbing his eyes.

"It looks really nice...thank you." He said, grabbing the bowl and spoon.

He scooped out a spoonful and brought it to his mouth.

The first taste was sweet, just as he'd expected with banana ice cream. But as it melted on his tongue, the sourness crept in, catching him off guard. His eyes widened slightly, and your smile grew more. He swallowed and took another bite, trying to figure out the peculiar flavor profile. You held your breath, waiting for his reaction.

"Hmm," Xavier said thoughtfully, his sleepy brain trying to process the unexpected twist. "It's nice."

He thought it was a new trend or recipe for banana icecream, so he shrugged it off, thinking that it was actually supposed to taste good, and that his tastebuds are just weird.

"Good!" You reply happily, getting ready to taste the icecream as well.

Xavier nodded, taking another spoonful. "I like how tangy it tastes. Its a new combination for banana-"

"TANGY?!" You yelled in disbelief, dropping your spoon.

Your eyes grew wide as saucers as you realized your mistake.

Xavier, unminding, took another spoonful, his eyebrows furrowed. "Isnt it how its supposed to be?"

"NO?!" You sighed. "Wait, what if the milk went bad?" You say with panic.

"No, expired milk does not taste like this." Xavier said calmly.

"Xavier how do you know that."

Xavier ignored your question. "This icecream honestly tastes like sour cream."

You frown. Sour cream?

And then you realize. You did indeed put sour cream. You cursed yourself, regretting that you picked up that stupid scam call for fun, which got you distracted.

"I'm really sorry Xavier, I got distracted because I was fooling around with a scam caller that wouldn't stop calling me." You sigh, grabbing the bowl from his hand.

"No." He took the bowl back. "It isn't that bad, I can still eat it. Thank you." He smiled softly, before absolutely devouring the banana icecream.

You gaze at the time, and its one hour before Zayne arrives from his shift. You certainly miss him, and to wait just an hour more was something you didn't want to believe. How else would you pass your time?

You abruptly stood up. You decided to make a treat for Zayne, because he's hardworking and you love him dearly. You rushed to the kitchen, excited with your idea: triple layered chocolate cake with raspberry filling and a silky vanilla lemon buttercream frosting.

The next hour was filled with several ingredients scattered around, with utensils meticulously beating into the bowls. A pinch of this, a sprinkle of that, you were so into it. You measured with the utmost precision—because who wouldn't? This is a treat for the most hardworking cardiac surgeon ever.

You poured the chocolate cake batter into 3 smallish round cake pans, mesmerized by the elegance of the batter falling smoothly into the pan. After, you opened the preheated oven, met by a gust of hot air. You set the cakes in, before closing the oven with a contented sigh.

Time for the raspberry compote. You threw raspberries into the pan, adding some sugar and a little of lemon juice, mixing it. You finished, tasting its rich flavor.

Now is time for the vanilla frosting. Grabbing the butter, powdered sugar, vanilla extract, and vanilla, you were excited to make what you thought was the most important part for the cake. As you were done mixing the butter and powdered sugar and vanilla, it was time to squeeze half a lemon.

But Tara had to call you just this moment. You groaned, but answered either way, and started chattering away. You were so immersed in the call that you did not add one, not two, but three whole lemon juices into the frosting, forgettng the delicate balance between sweet and tart.

And when you started mixing it, you questioned yourself on why the frosting was more on the liquidy side—and you didn't get the answer because you were still on that damn call with Tara.

The timer dinged and you almost jumped onto the oven in excitement. You sprinted to the oven, taking out the decadent, rich smelling chocolate cakes. You put all 3 layers next to eachother, before lining the circumference of the cake with the vanilla lemon frosting as a barrier for the raspberry compote. You did this for all three layers, assembled them, then applied the rest of the frosting to the outside of the cake.

You had to step back and appreciate how absolutely majestic the cake looked. Wonderful.

Just in time, Zayne arrived, closing the door behind him softly. You rushed to him, giving him a big hug, to which he returned with equal love.

"Hm? Whats this delightful smell?" Zayne's soothing voice said, his eyes staring towards the kitchen.

"I decided to make a little something for you. Come." You smile, taking his hand and presenting him the almighty cake you made him.

He smiled slightly, pressing a soft kiss to your head. "You didn't have to, love," he said, heading to the kitchen. You followed him as he sliced a piece of the cake. The vibrant raspberry filling was slightly oozing out, which made Zayne's mouth water. The room was silent as he grabbed a fork and took the first bite. The reaction was slow, but you thought you saw a flicker of surprise in his face. He didnt say anything.

You panicked. "Is there something wrong?"

He stared at you, taking another bite slowly. "Its...different."

You furrowed your eyebrows. "Different how?"

Zayne chewed thoughtfully, his eyes searching yours for an explanation. "The filling," he said finally, "It's...very lemony."

You blinked slowly, trying to figure out why it was that way. "But I only put half a lemon..." You said, trying to remember what the hell went wrong.

You peered into the trashcan to confirm that you only used half a lemon—but you were shocked to see 4 entire lemons in the trash.

"Oh my-" you facepalm yourself. "I used four. Im pretty sure I got distracted while Tara was calling me."

Zayne had a warm smile on his face. "Well, atleast the sourness woke me up."

You sighed, smiling back. "Im really sorry, ill make it right next time."

Zayne nodded, setting the fork aside. "How about we make another one now?" Zayne was really craving it, and wanted to help you do it again.

You smile widely. "Really?! Okay! Lets do it."

And so you both join eachother in the kitchen, whipping up the masterpiece cake, and this time, you added the right amount of lemon juice.

Rafayel was painting over at your home, and he has been working hard ever since the morning. You decided to create a delicacy for him, because why not? You decided that a blueberry cheesecake will do, but you didn't know the cream cheese at the store you bought would be...expired.

Your kitchen was busy, with you dashing around, carefully combining the ingredients together along with the evil cream cheese. The aroma of blueberries filled the air as you cooked it in a pan with some sugar and lemon juice to turn it into a blueberry compote. You mixed in half of the compote into the cream cheese mix, reserving the other half for after you bake it for you to spread it out on top. You finally add some vanilla extract into the cream cheese mix which you almost forgot. But that didnt matter. Because it would still taste bad. But you wouldn't know that...yet.

As you waited for the cheesecake to finish, you decided to clean up the counter a bit.

As soon as the alarm went off, you dashed to the oven to get the cheesecake out. You wait for it to cool down before spreading the rest of the blueberry compote all on top of the cheesecake. There was some compote left, so you just set it to the side.

You heard footsteps coming, and you turned around to see Rafayel, his hands blemished with colorful paint.

"Ooh, what's this delightful aroma?" He said, standing next to you and staring down at the innocent looking cheesecake.

"Blueberry cheesecake! I made it just for you~"

"Oh my, thank you for this~ I'll finish this in seconds." He said, eagerly grabbing a spoon.

"Wait! Let me slice it first, you impatient fish." You said, rolling your eyes before cutting a slice and setting it on the plate.

You handed it to Rafayel, who took a bite with dramatic flair.

The first taste sent a symphony of flavors across his palate. As he swallowed, his expression shifted from one of delight to a grimace of horror. The cream cheese betrayal left him surprised.

"Oh. Ohhh. Ohhhhhh." Rafayel set the spoon down, his eyes wide.

Your smile froze. "What's wrong?"

He ran away to the bag of sugar set aside on the kitchen counter, pouring some in his mouth to get rid of the pungent taste. It didnt work. He frantically ran to the vanilla extract, and took a good swig before coughing.

"Help...me..." He coughed out.

You watched in shock as Rafayel stumbled back to the counter, his eyes watering. You took a tentative bite yourself, and your face mirrored his. The cheesecake was absolutely TERRIBLE.

"What the hell..? Why is this bad?" You say with shock and confusion, upset with how things went.

"Please...I think the cream cheese is expired...oh..." He said his expression still grimaced yet he chuckled a little.

Your eyes widened. "Expired?"

They both looked at each other for a moment, before bursting into laughter that filled the room The sound was infectious, and soon you were both leaning against the kitchen counter, holding your stomachs and gasping for breath.

"Well, I suppose it's...an acquired taste," Rafayel managed to say between giggles, wiping a tear from his eye.

You nodded, trying to regain your composure. "I'll just throw it out and start again or something."

"No, no," he protested, still smiling. "We can't let a little sourness ruin the moment. Besides, I've had worse."

He took another bite. He chewed and swallowed with exaggerated effort, patting his chest as if to keep the food down. "See? It's not that bad."

He said that right before he ran to the trashcan, spitting it out. You shake your head as he once again frantically scrambles to take another swig of the strong vanilla extract.

"Oh my stomach...."

"You barely even digested anything yet. You only swallowed one bite."

"Oh..oh my...ohhh....ahhh.."

"Well, i have some blueberry compote left." You took the pan which has a little amount left. "This will be good atleast. Open your mouth~"

He opened his mouth as you spooned in a generous amount.

The taste was heavenly. He closed his eyes, savoring the flavor, and let out a contented sigh.

"I feel like a new person. Oh, I dont feel sick anymore. I feel good."

You giggled, watching Rafayel's theatrics with affection. "I'm so sorry about the cheesecake," you said, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

Rafayel waved it off, his grin never fading. "Don't be. It's not every day someone tries to kill me with dessert."

The room filled with more laughter, the tension from the failed cheesecake dissipating quickly.

At Sylus's wonderful home, you had the entire grand kitchen to yourself. You wanted to create something delightful for Sylus, something decadent yet simple to make. You once made eclairs for Sylus, but it turns out you mixed up sugar with salt, which left you a little embarassed and disappointed. You settled on a chocolate soufflé because it was simple, yet rich and filling.

The aroma of cocoa powder filled the kitchen, measuring each ingredient precisely and whispering sweet nothings to the eggs and flour. This was so easy to make, and so hard to mess up.

Or so you thought. Because you made the most simple mistake of replacing sugar with salt. Again. The bag of sugar was next to the bag of salt, therefore, you just ruined the chocolate soufflé. Yet you continued to mix in the ingredients, unknowing of the certain imposter in the batter.

You put it in the oven gently, before closing the oven door. You sigh, leaning against the countertop, taking a well deserved break. You smile to yourself, imagining how pleased Sylus would be with the soufflé you've made him.

You take it out after its desired baking time. It looks astonishing, smells fragrant. Even Sylus got out of his room, taking a break from his little work things, but it was really just because of the rich smell of chocolate.

"I smell alot of chocolate," He says, smiling. "Seems like you're having much fun in my kitchen." He walked over, staring at the chocolate soufflé.

"This is for you, Sylus." You smile, handing him the warm chocolate soufflé, which looked absolutely scrumptious in that small ramekin.

"What's the occasion?" He smirked, taking it from your hand, grabbing a spoon.

"No occasion," you playfully winked. "Just felt like making a little something for the most charming rogue in the world."

He chuckled, getting a spoonful.

"This, is a chocolate soufflé to remember." You said with pride.

The words hung in the air as Sylus took a tentative bite, his eyes never leaving yours. The taste hit him like a sledgehammer, not the sweet symphony of flavors he had been expecting, but an assault of saltiness. He swallowed slowly. It brought him memories from the last time you made the atrocious eclairs for him.

"Indeed, it is a chocolate souffle to remember." He smirked, setting the spoon down. "Tell me, are you trying to get in my daily dose of sodium?"

You looked at him quizzically, your smile not wavering. "What do you mean?"

He leaned back in his chair, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "It's a tad...salty. Did you mix up the sugar with salt...again?"

Your eyes widened in horror, and you slapped your hand to your forehead. "Oh no, not again!"

He broke up into laughter, setting the soufflé aside before pulling you in for a hug.

"Don't worry, sweetie, this just serves as a reminder that nothing is as sweet as you."

[xxlady-lunaxx]

hi, I'm not sure if you accept requests rn, but if you do, can u make a oneshot of sanemi nursing giyuu back to health after a near-death experience? like a demon, or maybe drowning, if not that's totally fine!

hhihi anon<3

Yes, I do accept requests from here bc I get considerably less on tumblr (which is a relief btw-), so I'll do it

I hope I wrote this quickly enough ;x; I think it took a couple of days, sorry

Thoughts of you | {SaneGiyuu}

Theme: Floof w/ practically non-existent angst

Note: Aaaa there wasn't a lot of the 'nursing back to health' IM SORRY- bc it was mostly giyuu falling in love towards middle-end

×××

Giyuu had worked himself to near-death quite literally. It wasn't on purpose, really! He had just gone... overboard. He'd gotten distracted. Which was unlike himself, unlike a Hashira. But it happened, and there wasn't any going back. He had trained from hour to hour, little to no stop, slept about two hours total in the last three days, and hadn't bothered to get any proper food. He supposed it was some prolonged adrenaline that kept him throughout the days, letting him trudge on. He had gotten another mission, at one point, after these days of totally-taking-care-of-himself, and had gone along tiredly. He had no time to rest, after all.

He had arrived on time, luckily, and had decapitated the demon within the first ten minutes. There was a couple other demons, which took longer to kill because they were hiding. Once finding them, he sapped up the strength he had left and killed them as well. He found, however, that he had used up any energy he'd had left, and tipped over. He wobbled, trying and failing to regain his balance. Then next thing he knew, he was submerged in water, arms aching as he attempted to swim to the surface. He hadn't realized there was an ocean here.

Then he realized there had been some sort of river, maybe. Connecting to a waterfall? It was either considerably deeper than he'd imagined or he was simply too exhausted to get up. He was floating upside down, his eyes shut tight to prevent water from entering them. He felt something sharp grazing his arm and flinched away before realizing it was his katana. He struggled for a moment, trying to sheathe it, but failed. He didn't feel like moving. His body felt like lead and he didn't know if he would ever move again. He felt the breath being drawn out from his lungs, replaced by water. It stung and he coughed, then realized that struggling would only worsen the pain. He stopped, allowing the water to enter his mouth, ignoring the throb in his lungs and the impulse to cough it out.

And suddenly he was flying. Rising? What was happening? His senses had long since faded to a low dull but he felt strong arms wrapping around his torso, lifting him up and out of the water. He felt heavier, the water that had soaked into his clothing weighing him down.

"Damn you, Tomioka..." a distant voice from above him said, annoyance and concern lacing the words.

Giyuu coughed pitifully, the air hitting him like a gust of arctic wind. He was placed down, grass poking at his skin. Hands pressed on his chest, making his cough more, water slowly forcing his way into or out of his lungs. He felt like he couldn't breathe, and didn't make a move to try. He vaguely registered lips against his own, the blissful feeling of air in his lungs again, before blacking out, his senses going dark.

He woke up, eventually. It hurt to breathe and he struggled to draw in a steady breath. His hand stung and he recalled having cut it somehow. His head throbbed like a lightbulb, fading in and out. He sat up slowly, dizzy from the blood that rushed to his head. He blinked. He was laying in a futon, a blanket draped over his body. He lifted his injured hand and found it bandaged. He looked around. He didn't recognize this place. It was unfamiliar to him, and he hated it.

His breath was constricted, though, and if he couldn't breathe well there really wasn't any chance of leaving. He coughed, the unsettling feeling of water still in his lungs making him want to tear them out.

His coughing had brought attention to him and he heard only a minute later he heard a clattering sound of something wooden falling, then footsteps making their way quickly to the room. He went to pretend he was asleep but was a moment too late when, to his shock, Sanemi entered. 

He walked to the futon, kneeling down. "You're an idiot, Tomioka, you know that, right?"

Giyuu didn't respond, wondering if this was Sanemi's house then—or if he had simply been put up to the task of helping him.

Sanemi let out a breath. "Fine, be it your way. Does anything hurt particularily badly?"

Giyuu considered this and shook his head. No, nothing did. It stung when he breathed in and his hand and head hurt, but none of them were bad. He'd definitely experienced worse before.

"Good," Sanemi said with a nod. "Now, tell me what you were doing tipping over into the water on your mission."

"I'm sorry," Giyuu mumbled. He didn't know why he had let down his guard, let himself fall. He honestly didn't.

"You better be. Also, I had Kocho run some tests on you too. Turns out you haven't eaten or drunk enough water in the past few days or so, also you've had not even close to enough sleep, and according to your crow you haven't stopped training to do much in the first place," Sanemi said, an exasperated sigh leaving his body. "You're an idiot, Tomioka. Take better care of yourself."

Giyuu hesitated. "She can see that much from a test?"

Sanemi lifted a shoulder. "It was also just eyeing you. Those eyebags were enough indication in terms of sleep."

"Oh." 

Sanemi nodded.

"I feel better now, I can go home," Giyuu said, starting to stand.

Sanemi pushed him back down. "No. You're staying here and sleeping until you get better. I don't want to see you getting up for anything except the bathroom, alright?"

Giyuu frowned. "But-"

"No." 

There were no more arguments to be said. Sanemi left to go make some food and Giyuu was on his own again, fuming.

He looked down at himself and realized, for the first time, that he wasn't in his own clothes. Had Sanemi changed him?

He glanced around, not seeing his haori around. A sort of panic rose in him and he scrambled up, wobbling for a second, before making his way to the hall where he'd seen Sanemi go. He scampered through it, looking right and left. Had his haori fallen off or been ripped or?-

Sanemi stopped him, clear annoyance directed towards Giyuu. "What the hell are you doing up? I told you to stay down unless you needed the bathroom!"

Giyuu ignored him. "Where's... my haori?" he asked quietly, urgently.

Sanemi let out a breath. "If that was all, you could've just asked." Then his expression softened as he noticed the panic in Giyuu's voice. "It's fine. I washed it and it's drying now. You were soaked from the river, I wasn't about to leave you in those clothes and let you get sick."

Giyuu relaxed. He trusted that Sanemi wouldn't do anything to his haori—he didn't have any reason to, after all. "...thank you," he mumbled.

Sanemi nodded. "Now, back to bed."

He marched him back to the room, tucking him in. 

"I'll bring you your food. So cooperate, okay?"

Giyuu nodded.

Sanemi nodded back, gave him one last look, before closing the door and going back down the hall.

×××

Despite Sanemi's usual arrogance, he was surprisingly tender when caring for Giyuu. There were times he reminded him of Tsutako, his hands gently wrapping bandages back around Giyuu's injured hand, feeding him food when Giyuu lapsed into some sort of fever for a couple days. It was soothing, almost, and Giyuu found great comfort from it. He didn't know that Sanemi was able to be like this but he loved it and hoped that maybe it would last a bit longer.

Though he was considerably kinder to Giyuu, Sanemi still found ways to berate him, getting mad at him when he tried getting up on his own during the fever. 

While carrying him to the bathroom, Sanemi would snap at him, saying that he was being stubborn for not letting himself be helped. It was ironic that he reminded Giyuu of Tsutako; they were complete opposites in every way possible. But it was what seperated him from Tsutako, it was what made him his own person. And it was what made Giyuu's heart throb almost yearningly around Sanemi. He didn't understand it, at first. He figured it was just a reminising of his past days as a child—those of which he could barely remember, he might add. And yet as time passed on, he found it wasn't that. He found he had fallen for Sanemi. Somehow.

He thought it would be a fleeting crush. Maybe just happy to be with Sanemi when he was being nicer. But it grew stronger as days passed. Then Giyuu was allowed out, he was released back into the comfort of his own home. Yet he went back to Sanemi the following day, offering him some food as a thank you. They sat together and talked, drank tea and had some mochi. It was wonderful.

He managed to convince himself, at one point, that he was only coming to thank him for it. That it meant nothing. But it became clear, and he couldn't deny it anymore, when he stopped by the following days, found himself around Sanemi constantly, and... And his thoughts seemed to trail to Sanemi no matter what. Oh, look, a dog! Sanemi likes dogs. A cat? Sanemi never cared for cats. There's a snake in that pet shop! Obanai has a snake. Sanemi and Obanai are friends, right? Obanai is one of the few Sanemi actually gets along with. Hmm, maybe some tea would be good. Sanemi seemed to like tea—or at least have it often with ohagi. 

No, yeah, no. Giyuu was in love.

Upon Sanemi's threats, Giyuu started taking more mind to himself. He tried to sleep at least a couple hours per day, tried to eat and drink more water, kept track of the time and his own body while training. He felt proud of himself for going through with Sanemi's words—then immediately felt childish for being proud. But he continued at it. Although if he hadn't, he probably would've been forced to by Shinobu or Sanemi in the first place. 

Usually, on his missions, Giyuu managed to avoid any injuries worse than a scratch. Except he had gotten distracted this time. His distraction had caught himself off guard and, as he hurried to get back to the present, the demon had managed to slash his leg where the uniform wasn't protecting him. It wasn't a particularily strong demon, so it didn't do much harm, but blood still dampened his clothing. Giyuu killed the demon quickly and then stumbled out of the village he had been in, avoiding people. His calf stung and he winced as he walked. 

He realized that the closest house he knew of that he could go to from here wasn't his own or the Butterfly Estate. Rather, it was Sanemi's. Figuring he could persuade Sanemi for, maybe, some bandages, he rushed over, ignoring the pain that stabbed his leg as he ran. 

He knocked on the door. Luckily, dawn was approaching, so Sanemi was home. The door opened and Sanemi rolled his eyes upon seeing Giyuu injured. He grabbed Giyuu by the elbow and tugged him inside, closing the door behind him.

"Are you going to keep injuring yourself and running to me for help?" Sanemi asked with slight irritation, searching through his drawers for something.

Giyuu lifted a shoulder. "I didn't come to you the first time."

"Still." Sanemi turned, bandages and some cotton balls in hand. He knelt, having Giyuu sit on a chair, and rolled Giyuu's pant leg up, wiping the blood away then dabbing the cotton balls with something and cleaning the wound. He wrapped the bandages around it, tucked it in, then looked up. "Doesn't hurt bad, does it?"

Giyuu shook his head. "It's fine. The demon wasn't that strong. I just... got distracted."

Sanemi frowned. "So you're off forgetting you're also human and overworking yourself to half-death, then you're getting distracted and getting injured by a weak demon now?" he asked pointedly, a disappointed sigh leaving him. 

"...when you put it like that," Giyuu mumbled. 

"Why the fuck were you even distracted?" Sanemi asked, resting a hand on Giyuu's knee as he pulled himself up.

Giyuu hesitated. "I was... thinking."

"About?" 

"...you?"

Sanemi paused. "What?"

"Sorry, nevermind, nothing," Giyuu said quickly, standing suddenly and nearly knocking Sanemi and the chair over. 

"What the fuck do you mean, me?" Sanemi asked, stepping in front of Giyuu and stopping him from moving forward.

"No, I..." Giyuu shook his head. "Nothing." 

"...Tomioka," Sanemi said. 

Giyuu looked up. 

"Tomioka, do you like me?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"W...WHAT???" Giyuu asked, startled. He fell back onto the chair in his shock.

"God, why are you shouting now?" Sanemi said with a sigh.

"That was so random..." Giyuu mumbled.

"Yeah, well, you're acting like you like me. So either you clarify that you're not, or I'm going to keep you here until you tell me something worth hearing," Sanemi said, poising his hands on his hips. 

Giyuu let out a breath. "I can't clarify something that's not true."

Sanemi cocked his head to the side. "What?"

"You told me to clarify that I didn't like you," Giyuu said quietly.

Sanemi took a moment to understand. "Oh. Oh, so you do?"

Giyuu nodded slowly, looking away. It couldn't hurt to tell him, right? He would probably just act as he had before he had helped him. Angry and annoyed at him. 

And yet.

"Hm. That's unexpected," Sanemi admitted. 

"Can I go now?" Giyuu asked. 

Sanemi thought for a moment. "No."

"But I told you-"

"Yeah, shut up," Sanemi said with a huff. He glanced down at Giyuu's lap the promptly sat down, facing him. 

Giyuu flushed and tried pushing Sanemi off for a half second, before his hands fell to his side and he looked up at Sanemi. "What're you...?"

"If you like me, then would you date me?" Sanemi asked curiously, ignoring his question.

Giyuu considered this. "Only if you liked me too."

"Then will you be my boyfriend?" Sanemi inquired, sounding so casual it took Giyuu a moment to understand the question.

"I... Wha- You- I said if you liked me, only," Giyuu stuttered, struggling to comprehend what exactly had happened. 

"I do," Sanemi said. 

"But... what? How? What?"

Sanemi rolled his eyes. "Do you want to be my boyfriend or do you want me to slap you?"

Giyuu grew quiet again. "Fine."

"Fine what? Because if you don't clarify, I'm going to assu-"

"We can date," Giyuu interrupted, averting his eyes. "If you want it too."

Sanemi smiled. "There. That wasn't so hard, was it?" Then, abruptly, he kissed him. It was fleeting, but it felt like an eternity of bliss, somehow, and Giyuu longed for it again when he pulled away.

Sanemi stood, moving back to give Giyuu room. "Alright, now go back home and take care of your leg. Don't keep injuring yourself and being idiotic."

Giyuu opened his mouth to say something, then closed it, unsure. He stood and walked to the door. Sanemi saw him out, watching him leave.

Then, once outside, Giyuu turned back and walked back to the door. "Can you kiss me again?" he asked tentatively.

Sanemi raised an eyebrow. "Want a good-bye kiss?"

Giyuu lifted a shoulder. "Is that bad?"

"Not at all." Sanemi leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Giyuu's lips, moving back a moment later. "Bye, Tomioka."

Giyuu lowered his head in a quick bow. "Thank you."

Sanemi's mouth curved in a smile. "See you later."

"'Later," Giyuu agreed, walking back home.

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those oneshots where you like how it started and hate how it ended

smh I can never write something where I like the whole thing 😭

[effy-writes]

HIIIII!!!!!! OKAY OKAYY SOO.. MALE READER BTW!!

fizz x ozzie x reader

So He has very unique features, In hell you look very doll like, think even more doll like then velvette, you are from the envy ring, but moved to the lust ring because its just better, he has white hair with pink streaks in it. and you like have a lot of white and pink

so you are crying because someone called you ugly and fizz is comforting you, and you have anxiety so you took this to heart, and spiralled because you're scared your boyfriends think you're ugly, so ozzie walks in, and then is begging to know who hurt you, and he comforts you too, once you calm down, they send verosika to hang out with you since you're best friends andand while you two hang out fizz and ozzie are beating up the dude who called you ugly<3

ofc!! sorry this took too long!! im kinda not happy how this turned out, for some reason i struggled with this but i hope you enjoy!! <3

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fizz x ozzie x m! reader: oh doll

cw: scratching to relieve tension

living in the envy ring wasn’t so great to you. lots of trauma happened and you had to get out of there. the saying is true, places holds memories, so the moment you turned 18 you moved into the lust ring.

your life became better, but you still suffered from anxiety attacks due to the trauma that you endured from envy. you needed to find something to distract yourself so you decided to be a performer at “ozzie’s”.

you obviously had to audition, so you went with a pole routine. ozzie loved your performance and so you were hired on the spot! you felt like you were on top of the world and nothing could bring you down.

ozzie introduced you to fizz, and you guys hit it off! one thing led to another, and now you’re in a polyamorous relationship with them. at first you were nervous about this whole thing because you never been in a poly relationship. you were afraid of becoming too jealous, but they treated you so good and completely washed away your anxious thoughts.

you also told them about how you have anxiety problems due to your life living in the envy ring and warned them that you’re sensitive to certain things. they were both understanding and even fizz told you about his trauma so you’re not alone.

~~~

you had about 3 hours to spare before you had to perform again at “ozzie’s”, so you went walking to clear your head.

you strolled the streets of lust and went shopping for some new outfits. pink and white was your color, so you always seek out those colored clothes.

“oh shit, it’s the off brand angel dust!” an imp laughed.

you rolled your eyes to yourself and continued shopping. you were use to this kind of treatment, being called the “off brand angel dust” was so basic. at first it did hurt you, but overtime you stopped giving a fuck.

the imp and his friend kept following you around the store. your heart raced, but you tried to not show any reaction.

“angel dust from shein.” he snickered.

you left the store without any new clothes because you didn’t want to deal with them. you made your way back to “ozzie’s” and got ready in the designated dressing room.

“y/nnn, can i come in?” fizz shouted.

“of fucking course.”

fizz opened the door and wrapped his arms around you from the behind while you were putting on drag makeup.

“how was your walk? did you buy anything lustful.”

you didn’t dare to tell him what had happened today because him and ozzie will go haywire. “couldn’t find anything that i didn’t own.” you laughed.

fizz let go and sat on your lap facing you, “seems about right to how much ozzie spoils you.” he laughed, “are you ready for your performance?”

“i am! it’s gonna be sooo sexy. so you better keep it in your pants.” you stick your forked tongue out.

“gonna be hard.” he laughed, “you’re on in 30 minutes.” he lightly kissed your lips since you were wearing lipstick and didn’t want to ruin it. fizz got up from your lap and left your dressing room.

you let out a sigh and slouched as you stared at yourself in the mirror. those imps really got to you but you can’t let them hold that much power over you.

the performance went perfect, you didn’t slip or miss any beats. fizz and ozzie watched from the wings and as always they had to stop themselves from fucking you right then and there.

you blew a kiss to the audience before strutting away to the wings. your boyfriends pulled you into a tight hug before letting you go to get unready.

you walked back to your dressing room but stopped in your tracks once you saw the same imps.

“just saying, angel dust is a way better dancer than you. he has the body, the legs, the stamina, he is the og. but you? an uglier version of angel.” he laughed.

you clenched your fist, “you guys can’t be back here.”

the other one spoke, “look, we’re just trying to help. nobody wants to see the same pink and white whore, we already got one who is better than you. you should be thanking us!”

you shoved pass them and locked yourself in the dressing room. your breathing increased as you clutched onto your heart. “deep breathes” you whispered to yourself.

no, no this can’t be happening again. it’s been months since you had an anxiety attack just stay calm, you kept thinking to yourself. i’m not ugly, they’re just trying to get under my skin. you’re okay.

but no matter how many times you told yourself this it didn’t work. you groaned loudly and scratched at your skin to relieve tension.

“y/n? doll?” ozzie said from the other side of the door, “you doing alright? can i come in?”

you wiped away your tears and opened the door. ozzie came in and saw your teary eyes and ruined makeup. “oh doll, what happened?”

your breathing increased again, “it’s nothing, i’m fine.”

“you’re not fine, what is it? did something happen?” he held your hands.

“just some…” you couldn’t finish your sentence, just break down again and hyperventilating. ozzie picked you up and pulled you into a hug, “shh, it’s okay, i’m here. but you gotta tell me what happened because NOBODY will hurt you again.”

“just mean shit.” you managed to say through your sobs.

“oh honey..breathe with me.”

you followed his breathing and eventually calmed down. your head was aching from how much you were crying. ozzie sat you down on the bench and got on his knees to be at your level. he took your hands into his and squeezed them, “who said these things?”

“an imp with short white hair and wearing a blue shirt? and the other has longer white hair who wasn’t wearing a shirt.” you took shaky breath in and out.

“i’m gonna BEAT those FUCKERS UP” ozzie screamed before calming down, “sorry for yelling it’s just-”

“i know, ozzie.” you softly smiled but dropped it, “i don’t feel good about my self.” you sniffled, “i don’t understand why you and fizz want a “shein version of angel dust”.”

“doll, STOP thinking like that! you’re better than that! fizzy and i think you are the most beautiful, handsome, attractive, sexy looking demon here! how about you hang out with verosika tonight and fizz and i will go handle them, does that sound good?”

you nodded as ozzie stood up to call verosika. you couldn’t help but to scratch yourself to relieve tension again. he hung up and got down to your level again, pulling your hands away from your arms so you would stop hurting yourself, “verosika is coming over in about 30 minutes, just sit tight. will you be okay being here until then?”

“i will, thanks again.”

“of course, doll! you mean everything to fizzy and i.” he smiled. “please stop scratching yourself, okay?”

you nodded and hugged yourself with your arms and your tail.

ozzie ending up leaving you in this dressing room. you needed to get out of this costume and take off your ruined makeup but was too tired to do anything. you were glad you’re able to hang out with your best friend, but still so mentally tired.

another knock was heard, “hey bitch,” verosika said, “can i come in?”

“yeah,” you got up and open the door. verosika handed you a flask.

“you doing alright?”

“not really.”

“want to get dress in some sexy ass clothes and go to a bar?” she sweetly smiled.

“i guess..sorry im just so tired after i get anxiety attacks.”

She rubbed your shoulder, “i know, baby…do you want me to dress you up!” her smile gotten bigger, in which making you smile.

you agreed and watch verosika squeal out of happiness. she went through all of your clothes that was in the dressing room and picked out the sexiest one you have. “bitch, PLEASE wear this.”

“uh..i don’t know. i don’t think i’ll good in it.”

“oh come on, please? trust me you’re already fucking hot. wear this.” she threw it to you.

“fine.” you took it out of her hands and got dressed while she turned around.

“ya know..fizz and ozzie really loves you.”

“i hope so.”

“i know so. they always talk about you.”

you finished putting on the outfit and got her attention. she turned back around and gasped, “i need to ask if i can join in on the polyamory.” she laughed, “let me do your makeup.”

you sat down on the bench as verosika gathered the makeup from the vanity. she picked out all shades of pink and did your eyeshadow/eyeliner/mascara before doing your face. you turned back around to look at yourself in the mirror, still feeling ugly but you know that’s not true.

you and verosika made your way to the nearest bar and got drinks. she obviously got shit faced but you tried to just get tipsy and not too drunk. “you know, y/n, im really glad i met you.” she rested her head on your shoulder.

“i’m glad too. if it wasn’t for fizz and ozzie then we wouldn’t have been friends.”

“you have no idea on how much they love you.” she drunkly said, “they’ll do anything to protect you.”

“yeah..i think they’re beating up those guys right now.” you laughed.

“oh most definitely.”

you took another sip of your margarita, “i feel much better.”

“is the alcohol talking or you?”

“probably both.” you snickered, “but i do feel much better. thanks again for inviting me out.”

“of course, bitch. come on,” verosika slid off of the bar stool and wobbled a bit, “let’s take you back to fizz and ozzie.” she reached her hand out for you, in which you gladly took.

“verosika, i think maybe i should take you back to your place,” you laughed, “you’re shit face.”

“yeah but this day is for you,” she slurred.

“you could just spend the night with us.” you smirked.

“that’ll probably be better because i see four of you.”

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Would you ever write a fluff piece about hero and villain getting distracted from their (already quite flirty in that hero/villain way) battle because they see an injured dog and want to help

Neither one trusts the other to save the dog and so they both watch over it/take care of it

They end up bonding over this and as it turns out, the dog doesn’t belong to anyone. Where would it live now?

(Love your work btw <3) - 🐞

Hi there, Ladybug Anon! Can I call you Ladybug Anon? Anyway, thank you for requesting this, here you go! This one is kinda long, so I put it under the cut!

A well-timed fireball to Hero’s chest had them careening off the rooftop, down a fire escape, and to the hard pavement below.

“Ugh, that’s gonna bruise,” Hero mumbled.

They clambered to get to their feet and looked up at Villain watching them from above.

“Sorry, darling, I thought you were going to dodge!” they called.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Hero huffed, dusting themselves off.

Villain climbed down the fire escape and approached Hero, who threw a snowball at their face.

“Oof!”

“There, now we’re even… sort of.”

“Oh, how mature,” Villain scoffed, wiping the snow from their face.

A whimper echoed in the alleyway.

“Well, it was immature of you!” Villain argued.

“That wasn’t me!” Hero said indignantly.

Another whimper. Quiet, high-pitched, and absolutely pitiful.

Villain and Hero turned to the end of the alleyway, where a sable and white lump shivered inside a dilapidated cardboard box. They both approached it, Hero crouching down first.

Two sad brown eyes looked back at them, ears flat against their head. Fur matted with dirt.

“Oh my goodness!” Hero cooed, “you poor baby, who did this to you?”

“Hmph,” Villain folded their arms across their chest, “you never call me baby.”

“Hush.” Hero snapped.

They held a hand out to the little dog, who sniffed it cautiously. It shuffled out of the box and limped over to Hero.

“Are you hurt?” Hero asked, brows furrowed.

The dog whimpered again, then licked Hero’s hand. Villain crouched down next to Hero.

“It’s a corgi,” Villain said, “very strange to find a stray one…”

“Maybe it’s lost?” Hero suggested.

“It’s possible,” Villain agreed, “it could have a microchip. We could take it to a shelter and-”

The corgi growled, baring its teeth. Villain had been petting it, but when they started scratching near its hind leg, it didn’t appreciate it.

“Scratch that,” Hero said, “let’s take it to the vet.”

…

Vet Tech scanned the microchip and pulled up the corgi’s information.

“Says here his name is Chester, aaaand… his human is [Civilian’s full name].”

Vet Tech dialed Civilian’s number. It rang… and rang… and no response. Not even an answering machine.

“If you could give us their address we could take Chester home.” Hero said.

“Well… since it’s you asking, Hero…”

Vet Tech wrote down the address on a slip of paper. Hero thanked them and took it. Chester however, didn’t want to go. They kept clinging to Vet Tech, licking her face and covering it in puppy kisses.

“I know, I know!” they giggled, “but you’ve gotta go home! Bye-bye!”

…

Hero knocked on Civilian’s door, Villain right next to them, and Chester in their arms.

“Hello?” Civilian asked.

“We’ve found your friend!” Hero said, beaming.

Hero had expected at least a smile and a thank-you. What they weren’t expecting was the reaction they got instead.

“Dang it, why did you bring the thing back!?” they snapped.

Hero clutched Chester tightly. Villain looked dangerously calm.

“Pardon?” Villain asked.

“I turned the thing loose! I drove it into the heart of the city so it wouldn’t come back! And now you come here and bring the stupid-”

Hero conveniently turned away as Villain slammed a fist into Civilian’s face. Civilian stumbled back, crashing to the floor. Villain closed the door.

“Hero,” Villain said, “I don’t think this is Chester’s home.”

“You don’t say,” Hero remarked.

…

Chester barked happily, chasing a butterfly through the park. Hero and Villain sat on a bench, keeping a close eye on them. He was still limping, but Vet Tech had bandaged their hind leg and given them a good wash. Their fluffy fur swished in the breeze and their little nubby tail wagged swiftly back and forth.

“What do we do, Villain?” Hero asked, “neither of us have time for a puppy.”

“Speak for yourself, I would quit villainy right now if… ah, who am I kidding, then I wouldn’t get to see you~”

…

Vet Tech arrived at the park bench.

“You guys wanted to see me?”

Chester turned, hearing their voice. He barked loudly, running up to them and jumping, his tongue sticking out of his open mouth.

“Hello again!” Vet Tech smiled, crouching down to pet him.

Hero and Villain explained the situation.

“You… oh gosh, I mean, I’ve always wanted to… but I don’t know if I-”

They were interrupted by Chester’s happy bark.

Vet Tech’s gaze softened. They nodded.

“Oh all right,” they said, “I guess Chester can come home with me. But only for the time being!”

Six months later

“Chester!” Hero called, “here boy!”

Chester bolted across the park, Vet Tech watching him happily. He ran right past Hero and into Villain’s arms. Hero frowned and looked at Villain.

“Jealous, are we? That I’m the favorite this week?” Villain asked knowingly.

“Haha.”

Chester came back to Hero, barking and running in circles around them. Hero chuckled, crouching down to pet him.

“Guys, we can only play for a bit, you know Chester eats dinner at six thirty,” Vet Tech said.

“Aww,” Villain pouted.

Hero produced a dog toy from a shopping bag and squeaked it. Chester tilted his head.

“You want this, boy?” Hero asked, “go get it!”

Hero threw the toy and Chester chased after it, ecstatic. His hind leg had completely healed, and so had his heart. He finally had humans he could trust.

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hii i was wondering if i could request an aj fanfic where the reader and aj are friends and the reader is to go on a date with a guy but aj gets jealous to the point he confesses to the reader? thank you in advance, i already love your work so far! youre doing amazing ! :)

Hidden feelings — Aj Shabeel

Pairing: Aj Shabeel xfem!reader

Summary: reader trying to distract her feelings from Aj, going on a date with a guy, Aj getting jealous and confessing to her.

Contains: friends to lovers, jealousy, idk what else, you lmk 😭

A/n: thank you so much, I really appreciate it 🤭 also i fw Aj’s this curly hair so much. Btw like I said, I’m gonna write other people requests but maybe not today because I’m not home. So please please be patient!

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I’ve been talking to this guy named Louis, i met him on instagram atleast 2 weeks ago, it wasn’t Aj, but it was something.

The guy was tall, he had curly hair, he was nice, he was everything you could want in a guy. But did you actually want something? You weren’t sure.

But when he asked you on a date, there wasn’t a reason to not accept the offer. 1st he was a nice, good looking guy, 2nd you’d gladly get to know someone new, distracting yourself from Aj.

Aj didn’t pay attention to you at all in a flirt way or more than a friend way, but still you both were really close.

The date was tonight, you were kinda excited, Aj was over your house and you didn’t tell him you had a date, but you had to tell him one way or another.

“Uh Aj?” You spoke, he was sitting on your couch scrolling through his phone. He looked at you “im going on a date with someone.”

“What?” He said, putting his phone away, because where did this all come from so suddenly? You didn’t tell him about anything. “With who?”

“A guy?!” You said in ‘duh’ tone, “i met him on instagram like two weeks ago.”

“And you’re gonna go out with a guy who you’ve just met?”

You didn’t understand if you were being delusional that he’s jealous or he’s actually worried about you going out with a random guy, well he wasn’t just a random guy..

“Aj, it’s not a big deal,” you hold yourself back from rolling your eyes “you can stay here and wait for me to come back.”

He just shook his head “Y/n, you can’t go out with a random guy..”

“No, im going and that’s it. Can you please help me choose what to wear?” You refused to lose another chance with a guy, just because he worries.

“Fine.” He just said, not only you had the audacity to cancel you plans with Aj tonight hanging out by a date, but you also asked him to help you choose your outfit.

You both went upstairs to your room and opening your closet, Aj looked at it, you had a lot of clothes but one that he liked was from white fox ‘settle for you pink ivy’

“Oo i like that one, it’s so cute.” You smiled at him and went into bathroom to get changed, he would lie if he didn’t choose that dress because he wanted to see you in it on y’all’s date.

You stepped out of the bathroom with the dress, going over where your jewellery was and picked out necklace and bracelets and putting on makeup.

I got a notification, I looked at my phone and saw unknown number “I’m here.” It must’ve been Louis, he gave me his number but I didn’t even bother saving it.

“I’m sorry Aj I had to tell you last minute about this.” You said feeling guilty for real, also feeling guilty of just leaving him like that.

“It’s fine I guess, you look beautiful..” he said shyly, at that you blushed, you hugged him and said you won’t be long.

He took you to a nice restaurant, the date was going good, he was such a gentleman, but not even this could keep Aj off your mind.

In fact trying to replace him, made you even want him more for some reason. He just wasn’t Aj, little did Louis knew that you prayed for the time to go faster so the date would be over and you could go back to your house and see Aj.

He kept asking you all kind of questions, like “how long have you been single?”

“Uhm, I’ve been single for a quite a while now,” you told him, “what about you?” You tried to keep yourself interested so he wouldn’t think that you’re bored, not that you aren’t..

“I’ve been single for 6 months.”

“Are you sure you’re ready for me?”

You finally both finished the date and now he was driving you home, when he drove infront of you house gate, he kissed your cheek to what you just smiled.

“Thank you, Loui, I really enjoyed my time with you.” Lies.

Unlocking your door, you went into your kitchen seeing Aj sitting on a chair again scrolling through his phone, “Hey, I’m back.”

“Hm, how did your little date go?” He asked, why is he acting like this?

“It was good I guess,” you lied again, it was Aj, you could tell him the truth.. “he took me to an restaurant nearby and when he dropped me home, he kissed my chee-“

“HE DID WHAT?” Aj stood up, “why would you let him..?”

“Even th-” he tried to tell him that you didn’t want to, but he cut you off again.

“Y/n, im so sick of hearing about you going on these dates with those guys,” he says, he doesn’t even let me talk “How do you not know that I’ve had a crush on you for years. If you weren’t so obsessed going out with other people-“

“Why didn’t you tell me, you like me?” Does he actually like you or he just doesn’t want to see you with someone else?

“I wonder why..” he says back, “this could get real messed up, I didn’t mean to say that.” He says walking away, not wanting to ruin the friendship.

“Wait, I like you too.”

“How can you like me, if you went out on a date?” He asks confused.

“I don’t even like him, the whole date I was thinking about you, and it was boring. And if you would’ve listened to me I was trying to say that I didn’t want him to kiss me.” You said rolling your eyes.

“Actually? Uhm..” he asks avoiding eye contact, “do you wanna go on a date with me then? I can take you to a better place than that guy Lewis..”

“His name is Louis and I’m sure you can. Of course I want to.” You laughed. You both went to sit on the couch, you found a photo of Kenny and Aj to post on your story so maybe that way Louis would leave you alone.

You quickly went to your room to change into comfortable clothes, when you walked back down Aj said “somebody texted you ‘delete my number’”

You were confused, “who?”

“I don’t know, it’s unknown.” He said, as you took your phone from him and opened it, you saw a message before “im here” you straight up knew it was Louis

“Oh it’s Louis,” you texted him back ‘Ima be real with you, it was never saved so ion even know who this is’ Aj saw your message, “you don’t have his phone number saved?”

“No, I couldn’t bother saving it.”

[captain-mj]

Sorry I drank a bit more than I wanted/should have and this message is going through a translator so if it's incomprehensible ignore me.

But the last few days have been a lot for me, that's why I can only now bother you with my questions, I said it before I want to bother you now and then with my questions but I'm sorry it took so long (the simple farmer here btw)

Do you remember Mage Horangi and the monster König that was very nonverbal.

If you're interested how about cocky horangie who roams around the common living area without any underwear and König who tries his best to keep it together but in the end doesn't.

🙂❤

Hopefully this is the one you meant! Nice to see you again farmer!! And you're never bothering me friend!! Part 1 even though it can be read as a stand alone

(I'm sorry if this isn't it, it's just the only post I could think about that matched your description)

König watched Horangi like a hawk. He watched the way he moved around the area, hips swaying.

The only thing he had on was a short robe. It went to his upper thighs and that was it. He also left it open, chest and thick fucking thighs right there for the taking.

König wanted to be good. He was a guest in this home. A pet or decoration. Right now, he had clothes on. Fancy ones. Horangi was trying to civilize him apparently.

It wouldn't work. Especially when he acted like this. Whatever cruel and unusual punishment this was for, he'd stay strong.

Horangi was a good actor. He bent over the desk and the robe pulled up to show his beautiful ass. Gorgeous and soft. Perfectly shaped to fit in König's hands.

He shouldn't. Horangi would scold him.

His voice droned on and on. Usually, König would be enraptured, hanging on every word, but all he could think about was fucking into him. Not letting up when Horangi whimpered or told him he was too sensitive. Working him over until König felt satisfied with himself.

Horangi smirked up at him. "Pervert."

König didn't like that word. Horangi called him that a lot. His fingers twitched.

"If you ask, maybe I'll say yes."

König bit his tongue.

"Shame."

Horangi pulled away. He went to do other things. Flaunting his body.

König plotted. Something he rarely did anymore. Most of the time he could relax in Horangi's home and enjoy himself. But that didn't make him any less sneaky.

So he kept the oil he'd need on him. Just in case.

Horangi continued. He laid on the couch that König liked sitting on with his robe open. The book in his hand must've distracted him enough for him to not notice König approaching. And that König had once again ditched the fancy clothes he had been shoved in.

His soft underbelly sat on display. Beautiful. Perfect to bite.

So König did. He ignored the panic from Horangi in exchange for put his legs over his shoulders and biting more at his soft belly. Horangi started to hit him and thrash but he kept him steady. His tongue flicked out to lick over the scars and now freshly bruising skin.

"You perv!! Don't to-"

König licked up his cock and Horangi quickly moaned instead. He huffed for a moment longer before motioning for König to just continue.

Happily, he kept licking. Slowly taking maybe an inch into his mouth before pulling back when Horangi tried to buck up further. He bent him in half, ankles by his head, with one of his hands and glared down at him, hood only making him more menacing.

Horangi flushed all the way down as he looked up at him, clearly not expecting that.

König pulled the oil out and poured it over his hole, watching it drip down his stomach and then down his back. Carefully, knowing that Horangi needed to be warmed up, he started to push in one of his fingers, watching him take it. He started to squirm but König gave him a glare that made him settle down.

With all of the oil, the slide was easy. Horangi groaned as König worked him open, getting his finger in further and further.

"Tight."

"Just wanted you to ask for it! To talk!" Horangi hissed before breaking out into a whimper as König slid a second finger into him. He felt so warm and tight. Perfect for the taking. His hole clenched around him as he forced himself in deeper and deeper. He pressed his prostate and watched Horangi writhe.

Once he felt he had done his due diligence, he pulled his fingers out and put his hands on his ankles, keeping him pinned in this position. He rubbed his cock against his body, not quite pushing in, but enjoying the warm slick slide of it.

Horangi tried to angle himself, to do anything to get the upper hand so he could be fucked how he wanted. König simply smacked his thigh and kept rutting, enjoying himself. He purred and then finally pushed into Horangi. The tight walls and heat made him groan as he tried desperately to fit the rest in.

"König." Horangi whimpered just a little and clenched around him.

It was harsh. Fast. König claimed him. Wanted to own him inside and outside. He thrust in harder and harder into him. Finally, finally, he got all the way inside him. Spearing him open.

Horangi wailed as he finally slid home and pressed right against his prostate. He bit his lip, eyes unfocusing.

König licked at his mouth until Horangi let him get entry, moaning as his tongue pushed into him. They moved in tangent now instead of König controlling him. He tried to thrust back into each one, desperate to let him further in. To be claimed.

The robe ended up on the floor where it belong as König lazily kept thrusting, hand tangled deep in his hair to keep him still. He enjoyed the tight and wonderful feeling. Enjoyed the connection between their bodies.

Little kisses pressed against each other's hot skin. Warmth. Pleasure and harsh taking in equal measures.

Horangi held on to König's. His nails digging deep into his skin. He started to pant and whine, clearly getting closer and closer. Lost in the feeling.

König loved the power he held over him. The way he could string him along. He didn't tease, even though Horangi deserved it. He didn't have the patience either. Wanting to come there and then. Now. Now. Now.

König stroked Horangi slowly and he spilled immediately, covering his chest. He came inside him, feeling it drip out around his cock.

"Gorgeous."

Horangi huffed and looked up at him. "You too, big guy."

[jjsmaybank20]

I know i made a request and you’ve done it, so mf good btw. But i miss Corey :(

Could you do a Kurt x f reader x finn?

They’re all siblings and it’s like either she and Kurt going through his room with Carol and Burt and saying their favourite memories and it like plays out yk? like it says their thoughts and actions through the memory

ORRRRR

its like, mandatory sibling bonding day (Carol and Burt made them bc it’s at the start of their relationship, y/n and finn are siblings or Kurt and y/n are siblings and the other is their best friend) Kurt and Finn are arguing over what to do and y/n figures out a way for them both to enjoy it since she was ok with either idea. Everyone’s happy and they have a really good day and at the end of the day Santana comes to pick up her friend (gf) and they both go protective brothers on her ass. y/n is like ‘we’re not even dating, jesus. Chill with the protective brother thing.’ and gets mad bc of the things they say, mostly bc they say it’s a date or something but y/n is mad bc Santana isn’t out. so some angst *evil smile* and they get an assignment in glee club and sing to her as an apology kinda thing?

Ghosts

Finn Hudson x fem!reader x Kurt Hummel

Summary: Dealing with the loss of your older brother is harder than you thought. Nothing can prepare you for the pain that comes from it.

Warnings: ANGST ANGST ANGST (loss of a loved one)

Word Count: 2.0k

A/N: Sorry this took so long! I kept getting distracted.

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Losing someone you love is always difficult. Losing a sibling is another kind of pain. It’s indescribable. One day, you’re talking to them on the phone and joking about how they were failing some classes, the next, they’re just gone. You can never talk to them again.

You walk into your parents house, trying to mentally prepare yourself for cleaning out your late brother’s room. You hear your mother and step-father already in the room, getting started with some boxes and other supplies. As you walk closer, you hear the front door open as your step-brother enters the house. 

Standing in the doorframe of Finn’s room, you can’t help the lump that forms in your throat. Your brother was your best friend. So many memories were made in this room, from having serious conversations to doing the stupidest stuff. 

Your mother catches sight of you, and sees your contorted face. When you look at her face, you can see dried tear streaks along with some fresh tears already forming in her eyes. She quickly gets up and pulls you into a hug, which is quickly joined by Burt and Kurt.

Pulling back, you hug each of them individually. When you get to Kurt, you hold him for as long as he allows you. You can feel his tears seeping through your shirt, but you pay no attention to it. Instead, you let him sob into your chest. 

“Let it out. That’s it. Just… let it out.” You pat his back comfortingly, trying to bring a small amount of solace to the man that you are so happy is still around, alive, and kicking. When you finally pull apart, you both turn to face your parents. 

Looking choked up, Burt hesitantly asks, “How’ve you two been holding up?” You shrug, worried that if you start talking about how it’s been for you that you would start crying. Carol grabs one of your hands and squeezes while Kurt keeps a firm grip on your other one.

Kurt then sits the couple down and pulls out a few boxes that the two of you had labeled donate, keep, and throw away. They look at them haphazardly, and Kurt starts to explain what he was trying to do. “I marked these boxes so it would be easier to separate things.” Carol mutters out a faint, “Thanks, honey.”

Noticing her distantness, Burt puts his hand on her back. “You don’t have to do this now. It can wait.” Kurt shrugs, trying to help out by saying, “There’s no timetable.” You bend down so that you are at eye level with your mom and you grab her hands. “It’s going to be hard, mom. We can do this at your own pace.”

Carol shifts slightly, saying softly, “No. We should do it now. Or else, I’m afraid I’ll never do it.” Kurt shifts over towards a pile of Finn’s old football stuff. He pulls out a football with a bunch of names on it, including yours and his. Letting out a soft laugh, he says, “Oh, look. It’s the ball from the first game we ever scored at.”

He playfully moves his hand as if he was doing the Single Ladies dance, before tossing the ball to Burt. “You should keep this, dad.” Burt laughs slightly, gesturing with the football. “That’s the weirdest football game I’ve ever been to.” You laugh slightly, adding, “That’s the weirdest game of football I’ve ever played. That’s including the Monster Mash one.”

Clearly paying attention to something else, Kurt moves towards a familiar lamp in the corner of the room. “It’s the faggy lamp from my Marlena Dietrich collection.” You glance over at it, recognizing it as the one that your older brother had insulted oh so long ago. You knew he didn’t mean to be that mean about it, and he took it like a champ when both you and Burt yelled at him.

Seemingly remembering the same thing that you had, Carol stood up from where she was bent over. “I think he kept it in here to prove a point to Burt.” Burt looks at the lamp sadly before moving closer to it. “You know, if it’s okay with everyone, I think I’d like to keep that lamp.” Carol waves her hand around, taking a breath. “No, it’s not okay with me, that thing is awful.”

You laugh airily, subtly agreeing with your mother. Burt puts his hand on the lamp. “I need a lamp in my office at the shop.” He tears up, and his voice cracks slightly. “I tore into him about this lamp. You know, I was right in principle, but, you know, come on, the kid didn’t have a prejudiced bone in his body. And I knew what he meant when he was calling it faggy. I wasn’t teaching him a lesson in tolerance, I was teaching myself one he was just unlucky enough to be there for it.” 

You move towards him, putting your hand on his back. You pull him into you while saying, “I yelled at him too. He knew what he said was wrong, and he fixed it immediately. Finn was the most caring man I’ve ever known.” Burt nods into your chest, tearing up. Carol looks at him and says sadly, “Finn knew how you felt about him, honey. Kind of liked it when you yelled at him.” 

Burt covers his mouth with his hand, tears gathering in his eyes. “Should’ve hugged him more. No, no, I was always… you know, we’d fist bump, or we’d high-five, but… should’ve given him more hugs. You know, the last time I saw him, he was so bummed out, about some test at school, and I just, you know… told him to get back at it, you know? He’s worth it.” The tears start dropping down his face, and you start crying as well.

“Was the perfect time for a hug. But for whatever reason, I just gave him a pat on the back, and that’s that. Now he’s gone.” You pull Burt back into your embrace, trying to help make up for all the time when he didn’t hug his other son. Out of the corner of your eye, you see something shiny. You pull away from your step-father and move towards it.

When you pull out a trophy, you start crying even harder. Kurt comes towards you, slightly confused as to why you were crying over a trophy. He sees a bin full of them in front of you, and you’re holding onto the oldest looking one tightly while sobbing.

He pulls you towards him, muttering, “Hey, hey! It’s alright, it’s okay. What are these?” You hold it out to him, and hiccup before you start speaking. “When we were younger, Finn lost a little league championship. He was super disappointed and sad. I had just won my softball championship, and everyone on my team got one of these little trophies. I saw how sad Finn was, and at age six, I scratched out the words ‘Softball Championship’ and wrote in sharpie ‘Best Big Brother Award’. He loved it, and I gave him one every single year for his birthday after that. This is the very first one. He…” Your voice cracks again as the tears start reforming. “He kept them all. Every single one of them.”

Kurt turns around to look at Carol, who is crying and putting Finn’s varsity jacket in the donate bin. He reaches forward and grabs it. “Oh, don’t… don’t donate that. I want it. Seeing him come down the hallway wearing this, it was like Superman had arrived.” He puts it on and snuggles further into it, the arms being too long for him. “God, his arms were long.”

Carol sniffles. “I always thought that when I, uh. How do parents go on when they lose a child? You know, when I would see that stuff on the news, I turned it off because it was just to horrible to think, but I would always think, how do they wake up every day? I mean, ah- how-” She seemingly loses her breath. “How do they breathe? But you do wake up. And for just a second, you forget. And then, oh, you remember. Yeah, that’s like getting that call, again and again, every time. You don’t get to stop waking up. You have to keep on being a parent, even though you don’t get to have a child anymore.”

She starts sobbing, and you, Burt, and Kurt all rush forward to pull her into a group hug. 

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Walking into the music room didn’t feel the same without your brother’s presence. You weren’t used to him not being there, ready to pull you into a headlock and noogie you until you tapped out. The rest of the glee kids and your old friends filed into the room, while you stayed standing in front of them.

You clasp your hands together in front of you uncomfortably. You clear your throat, making everyone settle down and look at you with sympathy and sadness in their eyes. “This is weird without him. God, I miss him. So, um, this is for Finn. The best brother and best friend anyone could ever have.”

The band starts playing, and you take a deep breath before you start to sing.

(Ghosts by Banners)

(Bold is singing, Italics is memories)

I hear noises

Awoken from my sleep

I'm haunted by the thoughts, I creep

If the earth quakes down, buildings fall

I'm pulling pictures off, from our bones, till you say

Here, here I am

Oh, and here, here I am

Oh, oh

Finn was walking down the hall towards his next class. Suddenly, you jump on his back, surprising him so much that he turns around ready to punch you. When he realizes that it’s just his sister, he lets out a breath. “Oh my god, I almost hit you. Don’t do that!” He then slings his arm around your shoulder and walks with you the rest of the way to your next class.

All the ghosts

They float, float around us

How they turned all our dreams into dust

We saved your mother

But darling then there was no spark left for us

We won the battle, but lost the heart

And now I know that here, here I am

Oh and here, here I am

“Do you ever think about what it would be like if dad was still around?” You look up from where you are reading a book, startled by the sudden question from your brother. “I mean, yeah, I guess.” Finn glances over at you, and you can tell that he is about to ask you something else. “Do you miss him?” You put your book down and think about it for a second. “I honestly don’t remember him all that well. And anyway, I think Burt is a better father than he could ever be.” Finn considers that for a second before nodding. “You know what, you’re right. How’d you get so damn smart?” You smile at him before saying, “Got it from you, bro.”

Oh, hard to believe

It's said and done, hard to believe

It's not dead and gone

I want to believe

All is well that ends well

But I just can't convince myself

Can't touch the stars, or make them shine

Fight the tide, until the day we die

Can't touch the stars, can't make them shine

But you know I'll try

Can't touch the stars, or make them shine

Fight the tide, until the day we die

Can't touch the stars, can't make them shine

But you know I'll try

For you I'll try

You finish singing with tears rolling down your face. The glee club sits in silence for a second before Kurt gets up to hug you, and the rest follow quickly behind. They hold you until you calm down a little. You wipe away the tears before pulling everyone back in and quickly muttering, “I love you guys so much. I am so happy you are still here.”

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This is me…. Crawling back like the simp I am. 😭.

btw not sure if I said this yet but I of course loved the other toralei fic you wrote. IFBEUFJD I kept getting so annoyed cause you would cut to lyrics at like the most crucial parts of the fic. But I get you wanted to shorten it probably. But god it was soosksksosos good. I love how you write stuff. And it’s so crazy cause you literally said you haven’t written many smut fics or something. Like you write it amazingly you hit their relationship just how I wanted you too.

So here I am feebly asking for her another Toradeen part.

Basically Clawdeen and toralei are dating in this. And they’ve been invited out with friends. Buuuut they’ve made a private kinky bet. Toralei has a lil remote control vibrator inside. And Clawdeens bet is that if she manages to make it through dinner without cumming. She’ll do oral for her (which she loves) and if she doesn’t. Clawdeen gets to fuck her in the restaurant bathroom stall. (With of course the strap on she happens to bring)

So dinner goes on. And of course Toralei can’t manage to get through without cumming. (Clawdeen is nice tho. And distracts the friends when toralei actually reaches her climax. Cause she isn’t about to out her that blatantly. Consent and all. Ya know?)

She excuses them tk the bathroom and BOOM instant sexy times. Degradation! Praise! For the love of god Toraleis secret mommy kink she absolutely refuses to admit she has but definitely has. Clawdeen fucks her in the stall (like. Technically in ‘public’ but covered. Again. Not gonna out her and all) DEFINITELY overstimulation. Toralei always things she can’t go any further but Clawdeen over pushes her past whag she thinks she can handle (it’s consensual tho. Just gotta be clear with that.)

lol bonus if someone actually comes in the bathroom while their in the middle of it and Clawdeen has put her hand over Toraleis mouth so her whimpers are heard. All of course being such a tease and whispering mega dirty things in her ear. Toraleis clit also is hypersensitive too.

AND PLEASE NO SONG FIC! Actually wait. I don’t care if you do that. But please don’t cut off at the best parts 😭. Fisbfjsnidnsif I just like your writing in detail so much.

and thank you again. You seriously are the best smut writer I’ve found on tumblr

A/N: i added the song in the last one cause i love this ship with that song, i’ll probably go back and make a separate post going into more detail, but only if i have the time. but anywho, I LOVE RESTAURANT SETTINGS UGHHH IM HAVING A FIELD DAY ?!?!?! I had this written but I’ve been avoiding my drafts like the plague, but im bored and i have motivation at the moment so here i am finally posting this!! I hope im not too late omg, im so so so sorry this took so long but thank you so much for your request!! I promise to be more attentive to my drafts / asks for the future but enjoy!!!

also thank you sm for the compliment im always so nervous writing smut especially between characters, it’s the only reason i avoid it sometimes 😪🫶

Warnings: Smut under the cut! girl x girl! Characters are aged up 21+, mature smut, consensual, semi-public, use of toys, mentions of a mommy kink, dom-sub roles, toralie is a brat but when is that ever new, clawdeen is nice for a bit, power play? a bunch of kinks that i dont care to look the proper names for, someone walks in, mentions of drinking / alcohol, fingering, p-play, LMK IF I MISSED ANYTHING!!

Songs you can listen too while reading: Strangers by Halsey. I kissed a girl by Katy Perry. Fill the void by the weekend & Lily Rose depp. Coming Down by the weekend.

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Moonlight

Dinner was supposed to be tame, and anyone sitting across from Toralei and Clawdeen would think that it’d be going well, great even. But of course, nothing was ever really tame with these two. Toralei had been begging Clawdeen to help her build her stamina.

“Please, you know I had that I get so tired so easily. Help me out here.” Toralei begged, to Clawdeen as the two got ready for Frankie birthday dinner. It was at a lunge nearby, one Cleo was quick to get them into. She never struggled with that, and so the girls all knew they’d have a fun night out. It would just be all girls thankfully, so they had nothing to worry about. Well, Clawdeen had nothing to worry about. Toralei… not so much.

“Fine. We can work on it.” Clawdeen said, strapping her heel in place before looking at Toralei, who was currently sliding her dress up her legs. It was short, around mid-thigh length, and was a nice deep red that Clawdeen would definitely enjoy taking off of her later. But that was for later. For now, she’d have her fun. “What panties are you wearing?” Clawdeen asked as Toralei slid the straps of the dress over her shoulders. Clawdeen walked to stand behind her, looking at her through the mirror they both stood in front of.

“The black ones, with the little lacy bows.” Toralei said with a wink. Clawdeen just grinned and shook her head, slowly zipping her dress up. “Dirty girl.” Clawdeen said, kissing the back of Toralei’s neck.

“I have an idea, if you really want to build stamina.” Clawdeen said, before leaning over Toralei’s shoulder to whisper in her ear. “But you have to control yourself. I think you’d be good though. Right?” Clawdeen asked, playfully nipping her ear. Toralei’s cheeks flushed, before she turned around, her arms wrapping around Clawdeen waist.

“What are you thinking about?” She asked, her pupils blown wide with lust. Clawdeen just smiled, her arms resting on Toralei’s shoulders.

“I, use this.” Clawdeen said, before going to the pocket of her skirt, it was short and black with glitter. Clawdeen had gotten it specifically for the pockets. It was the only skirt she owned with them. In her hand was a small, pocket sized vibrator. Toralei gasped quietly as Clawdeen grinned. “You don’t have too if you dont-“

“No I do.” Toralei said, almost eagerly. “When did you get this?” She asked, before Clawdeen just smirked, tapping the tip of Toralei’s nose with her pinky, before letting her hand travel down her side, before stopping at the hem of Toralei’s dress, fingers just barely grazing her thigh underneath.

“That’s not for you to worry about.” Clawdeen said, her lips crashing into Toralei’s as her hands pushed the hem of her dress up quickly, fingers working to put the lacy fabric aside. Thankfully, Toralei was more than ready to take her fingers. Clawdeen had been nice enough to shut her up while she slid two fingers in, thumb lightly circling her clit.

Toralei had almost stepped back into the mirror, had she not gripped onto Clawdeen’s shoulders as if they were her lifeline. It only took a few good pumps of Clawdeens fingers before she was knees weak and a walking mess. “Careful now,” Clawdeen said, pulling away from Toralei, who had clearly been missing her just as much since the moment Clawdeen pulled away, Toralei immediately began to kiss her neck. “Keep this on all night,” Clawdeen said, fingers working quickly to keep Toralei on edge.

Just because she had offered this idea didn’t mean she was going to be kind about it. “Without cumming,” She said, clicking the small vibrator on and putting it on her clit quickly. Toralei gasped at the new feeling, fingers clenching at Clawdeens jacket.

“All n-night?” Toralei asked, pulling back to look up at Clawdeen through teary eyes.

“All night.” Clawdeen reaffirmed, slowly pulling her fingers out, and fixing her panties back into place. Toralei whined at the loss of contact, now having a heated mess between her legs. “If you behave, I’ll have you for dinner instead.” Clawdeen said, lips finding Toralei’s again. She moaned into the kiss, and didn’t have it in her to stop Toralei from pushing her legs together in a desperate attempt to relieve some of the pressure down there.

The restaurant was bustling, the air thick with the scent of garlic and laughter. Frankie, ever the bubbly one, was already regaling the group with a story about her latest science experiment gone slightly awry. Cleo was perched regally, sipping a mocktail and occasionally interjecting with witty commentary. Draculaura giggled at everything, clearly just happy to be surrounded by her friends. Toralei, usually the center of attention, was strangely quiet, a faint flush coloring her cheeks. Clawdeen, sitting beside her, was an expert actress. She laughed at Frankie's tales, made eye contact with Cleo, nodded encouragingly to Draculaura, and generally acted like everything was just fine.

But under the table, things were far from fine. The small vibrator nestled against Toralei’s clit hummed rhythmically, a constant reminder of the silent, kinky game they were playing. Toralei’s leg was pressed tightly against Clawdeen’s, a subtle squeeze every few minutes betraying the turmoil she was experiencing. The vibrations were making her clit throb, every nerve ending seemingly alight. She was trying desperately to focus on Frankie’s story, but the insistent buzz between her legs made her breath hitch. Her eyes kept darting to Clawdeen, searching for some sort of reprieve, some sign that this delicious torture would end soon. But Clawdeen’s face was an innocent mask, a picture of perfect sociability.

"So, then the goo just went plooooop all over the ceiling!" Frankie exclaimed, waving her hands dramatically. The girls erupted in laughter and Toralei managed a small, breathless chuckle, which sounded more like a whimper. She clutched her water glass, the cool glass a small comfort against the heat that was spreading through her body. Clawdeen’s thigh brushed against hers again, a teasing caress that made Toralei’s breath catch. She knows, Toralei thought, her heart pounding against her ribs. She knows exactly what she’s doing to me.

The waitress arrived with their appetizers, a large platter of fried goodies. Toralei reached for a mozzarella stick, her fingers trembling slightly. Each movement, each shift of her body, increased the pressure on the vibrator. A low moan escaped her lips, quickly masked by a loud bout of laughter from Cleo. Clawdeen’s hand slipped under the table, resting on Toralei’s thigh. Another squeeze, a gentle warning.

“You okay, Toralei?” Draculaura asked, her eyes wide with concern. “You seem a bit… flushed.”

Toralei swallowed hard, her cheeks burning. “I’m fine, just a little warm. Must be the… uh… spicy food.”

Clawdeen’s lips twitched, trying to suppress a smile. She was loving this. The power, the control, the knowledge that Toralei was on the verge of breaking. It was intoxicating. She knew Toralei’s limits, knew exactly how to push her to the edge without ever going too far. This wasn't just about winning a bet; it was about the raw, visceral connection they shared.

"Well, that sounds bad," Frankie said, her wide eyes full of concern. "Want some water?"

Toralei nodded gratefully and reached for her glass, knocking it slightly against the table.

Toralei was losing it. The vibrations were now constant and intense, each pulse sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. She could feel herself getting closer, her body thrumming with anticipation. She clenched her fist under the table, her nails digging into her palm. She had to hold on. She had to…

But her will was faltering. She could feel her muscles tensing, her body preparing for release. A small whimper escaped her lips, this time not masked by laughter. She squeezed her eyes shut, desperately trying to regain control, but it was no use. The orgasm was coming, a tidal wave about to crash down upon her.

Clawdeen noticed the slight shift in Toralei’s breath, the way her body tensed even more. She leaned over, her hand shooting under the table again, placing her fingers right at the edge of Toralei’s dress, her finger just barely tracing the hem.

“Excuse me,” Clawdeen said, her voice smooth. She pushed back her chair. “I think we might have eaten something funky, or my stomach is just mad.” She didn’t flinch as she spoke, not even when she pulled Toralei’s arm so she was standing with her. She even went as far as to make eye contact with the girls, her face all innocent smiles. “Be right back.”

Toralei could barely manage a nod, her body trembling. Clawdeen, her arm around Toralei’s waist, guided her towards the restrooms with swift precision. Each step was torture.

As soon as the door clicked shut behind them, Clawdeen pinned Toralei against the cool tiles of the bathroom door, her lips capturing Toralei’s in a hungry, possessive kiss. She nipped at Toralei’s bottom lip, teeth grazing her skin. Clawdeen's fingers moved quickly, working the dress up and tugging at the lacy edge of her panties. Toralei was whimpering into the kiss, hands gripping her jacket as if it were a lifeline.

“You’re so wet for me, kitten,” Clawdeen whispered against her lips, her voice low and husky. She could feel the wetness seeping through the fabric, a testament to Toralei’s arousal.

Toralei’s head fell back against the door, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "I-I couldn’t… I couldn’t hold on…,” she moaned, her voice thick with desire.

Clawdeen chuckled, a low, rumbling sound. “I know you couldn’t,” she said, her fingers tracing the seam of Toralei’s panties. “And now you get your reward.”

Clawdeen pulled away and retrieved her small satchel from behind her, the one she had strategically placed with a special pocket. She pulled out the strap-on, the sleek black silicone glinting under the dim bathroom lights. Toralei’s eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. She loved this. This dominant, possessive side of Clawdeen turned her into a mess.

"Ready to get punished, kitten?" Clawdeen purred, holding the strap-on up, teasingly.

"Y-yes" Toralei was a mess, her voice a weak whimper. Clawdeen knew what she was doing, and Toralei was helpless to fight against it.

She quickly strapped the harness on securely, Toralei watching her with wide, needy eyes. Clawdeen took her time, dragging the silicone against Toralei’s clit, each moment a tease. Toralei was biting her lip hard, and Clawdeen’s smirk became a full blown grin.

“You’re going to be a good girl for me tonight, aren’t you?” Clawdeen asked, her voice dangerously soft.

“Yes, Mommy,” Toralei whispered, the word a raw, vulnerable admission she tried so hard to suppress.

Clawdeen’s eyes darkened. That word always did something to her. “That’s right, kitten. You’re going to be so good for me. I’m going to make you a mess, aren’t I?” She asked, pushing the blunt tip of the strap on against Toralei’s already hypersensitive clit, Toralei gasped, pushing her hips into it.

Toralei let out a whimpering moan, her hands clutching at Clawdeen’s shoulders. “Please…” she begged.

Clawdeen pushed forward, slowly, stretching her open. Toralei cried out, her body convulsing at the first press of the head. Clawdeen leaned in, whispering in her ear, “You like that, don't you? You like it when Mommy fucks you?” Clawdeen pushed in further, watching with a predatory gleam as Toralei’s face contorted in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Clawdeen continued, her hips moving in a slow and deliberate rhythm. She watched as Toralei’s face turned a vibrant shade of red, her body trembling as she got closer and closer to the edge. "That's right, kitten, you give me all your pleasure, yeah?" Clawdeen said, her words dripping with dominance.

"Mmhmm, yes," Toralei breathed, her eyes glazing over with want. “More, Mommy, please, more…”

Clawdeen pushed harder, her hand reaching up to cover Toralei’s mouth, just as a shaky, high pitched whimper escaped her. Toralei's eyes widened in panic, her body trembling.

“Shhh, don’t worry, kitten. We don’t want anyone to hear, do we?” Clawdeen whispered, her voice seductive and cruel, her fingers pressing against Toralei's lips. She ground her hips against her, pushing as far as she could go, making Toralei gasp under her hand.

Clawdeen quickened the pace, driving into Toralei with a newfound intensity. Toralei was completely lost, her body moving with Clawdeen’s, her whimpers muffled by her hand. The bathroom was filled with the sounds of their ragged breathing and the soft thuds of their bodies colliding.

Suddenly, the sound of a door opening made them both freeze. Toralei's eyes were wide with panic, her body trembling under Clawdeen. Clawdeen pushed her closer to the wall, ensuring their bodies were touching. She kept her hand firmly over Toralei's mouth. A girl giggled as she entered, giving a quick glance into the mirror before going into one of the stalls. Clawdeen lowered herself slightly so she couldn't see them.

Clawdeen smirked, her eyes glinting with mischief. She moved her hand from Toralei's mouth, only lowering it to her chin to hold her in place now. "Don't move, kitten," she whispered, before kissing her hard. Toralei barely had a chance to gasp before Clawdeen's mouth was on hers. Toralei could feel Clawdeen inside her, and the feeling made her head spin.

Clawdeen thrust deeper, pushing Toralei towards the edge again. Toralei was a mess, her body weak and shaking. Clawdeen licked down her jaw, before going to her ear. “Don’t you dare come yet, kitten,” she purred, before taking a few more thrusts that made Toralei pant. She pulled back, giving her the slightest bit of space. "Not until Mommy says so." she kissed her ear again, before pushing back into her, hard.

Toralei's body spasmed, her orgasm slamming through her. She whimpered, her legs buckling. Clawdeen caught her, holding her tight, her own breath coming in ragged gasps. She continued moving, just a little, pushing against her until the last shudders of pleasure passed through Toralei’s body. Toralei's eyes were half-closed and her lips were parted. She was truly a mess.

Clawdeen pulled back slightly, breathing heavily, and looked down at Toralei, her eyes were wide with want.

“Good girl,” Clawdeen said, before kissing her softly on the forehead. “You were so good for Mommy.” She pulled the strap on out and set it on the small sink next to them. She then moved to pull Toralei’s dress back down, the fabric soft and comforting against the still sensitive skin. Toralei was still dazed, her body still trembling.

Clawdeen gathered the damp mess around them carefully, before starting to fix her jacket. She paused for a moment, her fingers lightly brushing against Toralei’s clit. “I think we better get back to the table, hm?,” Clawdeen said, her voice back to normal. "The girls could be starting to get worried."

Toralei looked up at her with wide, dazed eyes. "Okay," she whispered softly, unable to resist the way her voice trembled.

Clawdeen smiled, a genuine smile, not the teasing one she had been giving earlier. She took Toralei’s hand in hers and they walked out of the bathroom. When they got back to the tables, the girls seemed none the wiser.

"Everything ok?" Frankie asked.

Clawdeen nodded, winking at them. "Everything is fine, just a bit of food poisoning. We're both good to go now."

Toralei nodded, doing her best to play along. Even amongst all her friends, there was nowhere else she would rather be.

As the rest of the evening went on, Toralei was still a mess, her mind unable to escape the events that had just occurred in the bathroom. She kept looking at Clawdeen out of the corner of her eye, her cheeks getting a faint red with each glance. She couldn't wait to find somewhere else for her and Clawdeen to get lost in. She knew that, after all of this, she would have to do a lot to pay Clawdeen back. And she couldn't wait.

[snobgoblin]

anyway heres what I wanted to talk about before I kept distracting myself so ok look at this sequence in Humility

he grabs their basketball, he pops it, he looks sad when the players get upset with him

before I interpreted this scene in a couple ways and I won't elaborate because it would TAKE TOO LONG and for what and anyway my new interpretation of this scene is- this is just another case of Ace fucking with people and hating accountability. he does this a lot in the show! he'll bully people then when he gets caught he goes "I can explain" or "the boys put me up to it honest" or something along those lines BUT YEAH THIS SCENE IS WONDERFUL because it captures an important core aspect of Ace's character without him even saying anything: he's a little shit that gets scared when he faces the consequences of his actions. affectionate btw. can't believe it took me 4 years to interpret this scene in a way that actually is probably the intention and not uh, whatever garbage I was spewing

AND AND it's also wonderful that we get confirmation he's still a little shit. I love that about him. he has improved in a few areas ("please can you get out of my way" note the please. and also Noodle describes him as having a good heart, 2-D describes him as nice but you know this is compared to Murdoc, and Murdoc describes him as lovely and genuine. also i guess sending the band a christmas card could be considered nice) BUT this isn't the only time we got to hear about him being a little shit we know he snuck off with Seye to have a drink with him after CN specifically said Ace could not have alcohol and we know he stole 2-D's toaster and he carries around brass knuckles so we know he's getting into some fights and its implied he eats cigarettes. not to mention he grabbed Jamie's ass which I guess is morally ambiguous it just seems a bit cheeky... HEHEHEH... pun. anyway. I'm gonna go to bed now sorry if this sounded unhinged that's because it is past 1 am and my brain stopped working a long time ago

[chessalein]

WIP whenever because I wanna show I'm still alive

I think I'm not really active right now, but I'm still alive.

I just think that my energy for CP is not really present right now. Its been 4 years of 24/7 hype and I think right now I'm just overfilled with it?

My love for Jackie still exists and I will continue my fanfic because I just have too much fun with it. Right now I'm writing chapter 55.

Here is a little piece of Chapter 55 of "Bringing back the sun"

His big, strong arms that hugged her tightly while she sat on his lap were like a weighted blanked she needed right now and his big member inside of her was the distraction she wished for. Today none of them were in the mood for dirty talk and he knew that she probably wouldn’t want to hear sweet praises about how good she feelt. What she needed today was distraction and he would do his best to make it happen. If she was honest, it surprised her how bad she felt. She pushed multiple people through the death of their friend, son, brother, lover, not ever feeling like falling into a pit. She even did the unthinkable till then and slept with Vincent. But right now, the pain was different. She felt sluggish and unmotivated and just wished for an empty mind. “Val, cumming.” He groaned, making sure he would thrust even deeper while he filled her insides. His heavy breathing as his head rested between her breasts made her feel sorry for her lover. The whole day he tried to take her mind off things, to give her a good time. It did work okay, but never had she reached an orgasm today while he had several. “Damn, doll… You’re hard to please today.” His word seemed like a complain, but his eyes told her that he was sorry that he couldn’t give her the release she was looking for. She gave him a soft smile back before kissing his already dry lips. “The only thing that’s really hard today is your dick. How co- Don’t tell me you took something.” He shrugged with flushed cheeks. “Had to make sure to give you a good time for longer than a round. I know you need it…” The ripperdoc might not be the youngest anymore, but he was always proud that he can last three rounds on a good day. He never liked the thought that he had to take something to help his manhood rise or stay long enough, it was a big gesture of his love that he prepared like that.

And on the side (like... really... I have both open) I write on my "Dragon's Dogma 2" fanfic. I'm not sure yet how much it will follow the original story, but I have a few things I want to change up so it will be slightly different.

This is a warning that there are spoiler in the text below. Like I said, its a bit changed up from the original story but I gave you a warning so you can't give me a bad time. ♥

I would love to keep the fancy way of speaking like they do in the game, but sadly english isn't my first language and I would probably get everything wrong. So I will try to keep it in an elegant formal way that I think could come close, orienting on the speech pattern ingame.

The story has no title yet btw so... Here is the start of the Dragon's Dogma 2 fanfic without a name.

It was as if someone had lightened up a candle in a dark room in the middle of the night. As if she had suddenly come into existence out of thin air. Looking around she found out that a man with a larger build was speaking to her in rude manners. Telling her that she had too much of willpower in her eyes and that he didn’t like it. That there was life in her eyes, the opposite of the one her kind should have who are, taken by his words, are “lifeless like that of a corpse.” By the time he had opened the cell, she wasn’t able to recall what her emotions were this moment or how she should feel. There was no fear, there was no happiness, the only thing that filled her mind was confusion and curiosity of what was going on as she followed close behind the man. On their way, he kept talking, but her attention was captured by the tunnel they went through and wondered how it came that they hollowed out this way just to build a prison at the end of it. Was she a prisoner? What had she done? Neither her hands, nor her feet were restrained, perhaps she wasn’t one. Was she a slave? If yes, how long has she been? A sudden realization hit her while stumbling over the uneven, cold ground with bare feet: She didn’t know her name or any other thing about her past. Where should be memories was only a deep, empty void. Her emotion begun to set in the further they followed their path. A mix of fear and uneasiness, wondering what would happen to her should they come to the other side of it. The bright light of the sun blinded her as she made her first steps into the world she seemed to have forgotten about to live in. The warmth of it was like a spell that filled her body with energy and optimism as it was telling her that everything will be okay. Whatever it was that she had to do, she will take it and try to make the best out of it.

I can't wait to get to the point where she meets Jackie. I'm dying to write this scene.

[romanticfistfightz]

btw today i had a dream. that i watched dw episodes with jack so i could watch torchwood next . like i literally called it "jack harkness cinematic universe" . and now that i think about it. i should also watch the unquiet dead because of yknow the rift creation and gwyneth (was that her name??). and then these episodes with slitheens . 'cause tosh was there. and- im normal btw.

yoooo hell yea h .... jack harkness cinematic universe....... also yeah i think the unquiet death girl was gwyneth which . very original with naming her gwen later but it makes sense to more point out the Connection but im gonna be honest i didnt pick up its the same actress until my bf told me he knew her from somewhere when we watched torchwood for the first time . and then i forgor and when i made my friend watch dw with me (we stopped right before angels in manhattan bc i couldnt do it but we never picked it back up :( ) i saw her and was like wow thats gwen!! and then i forgor. until ten asked if her familys been in cardiff forever and then i was oh yeah she was there with nine!!!! . i have no idea why i just Forget shes been there im so sorry gwen .

also yessss slitheen eps. .... any 9th ep.. i love nine soooo much. sorry it took me so long to answer i started writing this like 30mins ago and kept getting distracted</3 also tosh.... hi....... i love tosh but i cant believe owen was supposed to go there that day id love to see owen interact with the doctor at least ONCE also its so funny how everyone in torchwood met the doctor. but not owen the torchwood doctor. rip owen you wouldve loved arguing with nine <//3

[graysnetwork]

Listening to the other women rn so lemme js write rq

Btw I’m working on ur guy’s requests, I write slow I’m sry

Happy thanksgiving to the people that celebrate btw❤️🙏🏼

KYLE “Gaz” GARRICK x F!READER

It was the end of the day, Kyle was in the shower, I was sitting on our shared bed just putting on some lotion because my skin felt pretty dry. I was cleaning my hands and noticed Kyle’s phone screen light up which was weird because he never got calls or texts during the evening, I knew it wasn’t “captain price” since his captain never bothered him especially when work was over.

I walked over to the night stand grabbing Kyle’s phone checking what the notification was,

“So are we still getting drinks tomorrow?”

I read, the contact said “Kate” , a million thoughts went through my head all at once. Who was Kate? And why was Kyle getting drinks with her tomorrow? And why didn’t he tell me about her, or these plans with her?!

Was he cheating? No! Kyle would never cheat on me, would he? Another message came

“Hope I get to see you tomorrow, goodnight Kyle”

Noo Kyle wouldn’t cheat on me, I hope not.

I heard the water stop, I stared at the messages for a little while longer, I kept re-reading them trying to find an explanation to calm myself.

Kyle walked into the room, I put down his phone quickly “what is it?” He asked me, I was frowning lightly “uhm, just a text” I said, not sounding like I was upset. “From who?” He asked drying his hair, “oh, says it’s from Kate” I answered, Kyle quickly walked over to the night stand snatching his phone; checking the texts, he looked worried. Maybe he was cheating, he looked like he was hiding something.

“Who’s Kate?” I asked him, my brows furrowed, my light frown coming back to my face, he looked relieved now, turning his attention to me, I assume he caught on quickly to what I was thinking

Kyle could always tell if I was sad, angry, or worried, it never took long for him to realize what I was feeling, that’s what I liked about Kyle. He understood me. He understood me better then I understood myself.

“Y/n.. kate, Laswell, it’s Laswell.” He said shaking his head lightly, ridding any of my thoughts of him cheating. He got down on his knees “I would never cheat on you Y/n, never think that again please” he said; he spoke softly, my frown disappeared, a smile replacing it.

“I was gonna tell you I was going to meet with her and Price, but I forgot. I got distracted” he continued “I’m sorry darling” he finished “no Kyle, im sorry. Im sorry I doubted you.” I said looking down into my lap, not wanting to make eye contact with him; I was so embarrassed. His hand landed on my chin, pushing it up to look back at him. “I’m sorry.” He said, beginning to get up and giving me a kiss on the lips and walking back to the dresser to close it.

I rolled over to my side of the bed getting under the blanket feeling better.

-

Kyle turned on his phone

“Yeah, see you tomorrow Laswell, goodnight”

He texted back. Putting his phone the dresser and getting into bed.

—

(The next day: At the bar)

Kyle sat down at the table where Price and Laswell had been waiting for him for at least half an hour.

“Hi Kyle” Kate said “Hi” he replied getting comfortable, “please, never text me at night again Laswell” he asked her “why? I was just making sure you were still coming” she said furrowing her brows.

“Yeah well, Y/n checked my phone, and thought that I was cheating, so!” He summarized the whole story. “She thought I was hiding something cause I took the phone from her, I thought you were talking about the ring” he said. Kate sighed “well you gotta be more casual Kyle” John told him.

“Whatever, I’ll make sure not to text you late ever again, now please Can we get back on track” Kate asked; both men nodded “Alright Kyle! Let’s see what this ring looks like!” She said. Kyle took a box out of his front pocket, he opened showing off a beautiful diamond ring

He specifically said he wanted it to be simple and modest but noticeable enough on your ring finger.

“Wow” John said “Wow, she is going to be one lucky girl(person)” Kate said. Kyle smiled feeling confident and proud that they liked the ring.

He couldn’t wait to ask you to be his wife.

—

Sorry if some things are written wrong 😐

[nictofobia-phobos]

Can you do a Yandere Ares x F!Reader x Athena

Like maybe Reader is a minor goddess trying to learn the ways of Athena and Ares stumbles across the two whist training. Maybe Ares and Athena spar and Reader is impressed by him or something or another.

(BTW I know I just found your account and I am not even remotely on your importants list but I really enjoy your work :3)

Greetings my dearest!~

I'm so sorry that I really took so long writing this, my health was really bad, but I managed to finish it!

I really hope you like tho I really suck at writing battle scenes, and I really hope you also ment Athena as in a romantic way... Anyways, I really hope you'll like it!

And do not worry I do not manage such things as important lists or something like that, everyone that requests my stories is important for me! 💕

Also, I really appreciate the fact that you like my little stories, thank you, it means a lot

Written with love, Phobos~

Pairing: Yan!Ares x minor!goddes reader x Athena

Warnings: Yandere theme's, Ares, weapons, fights

Love is a battlefield

Yan Ares x minorgoddes reader x Athena

Daughter of Hephaestus and Aphrodite you were born as the minor goddess of the forged weapons, making weapons to you came as natural as breathing, each of them were as beautiful as the stars or gems, so beautiful yet so deadly, yet they were like an extension of yourself, unfortunately you did not hold up to their expectations, gorgeous? Of course, you were fortunate enough to look more like your mother, but deadly? No definitely not, you were considered weak by your father, saying that battle wasn't in your veins, and your mother agreed with him, "you don't need to fight, your beauty is deadlier than any of those things".

But beauty wasn't something you desired, not after seeing the goddess of war and wisdom, the gorgeous Athena, each of her movements even in something as little as it is a practice seemed so... Mesmerising, so elegant and delicate, but so fearsome and strong with each strike, she could do what you were never able with such ease, in secret you kept watching her while fantasising about her, not being brave enough to approach her, she just seemed so ethereal...

Oh how you longed to have such beautiful eyes on your being, to hear that melodious voice call your name, have her attention only on you, and it is one fateful day that your little dream comes true, it all starts with a little slip on your side, perhaps you were being a little bit distracted... You noticed when you weren't as careful as to not step on that branch conveniently situated behind you, and of course she was going to notice and not believing it was just an innocent animal, she wasn't stupid, so even when you flinched when she found you you weren't surprised at all, actually you would have been surprised if she didn't.

Sadly not being surprised doesn't mean not being terrified when a spear was so close to touch the skin on your throat, or having Athena's deadly eyes on your whole been looking down at you with what you could describe as perhaps mad and dangerous glint on it, and at that point you realize it's better to start explaining yourself before you get obliterated right there. And so you do, you explained what where you doing watching her like a creep hiding in the shadows, how long have you been doing such thing, and the reason behind it, omitting the part where you perhaps where forming a little crush on her...

And surprisingly she doesn't rip your guts out, and actually offers to teach you, which let's be honest, you never expected her to do such thing, but who were you to decline, you've dreamed your whole life to be able to fight and give your beloved weapons the use they deserved, it was also a dream to be sparing with Athena herself, perhaps she would get mesmerized with your work when she sees it!

So that's how you secret dreamed and painful life starts, every day when Athena wasn't busy she would send her owl to call for you and meet up at the place where you first met, she would teach you everything she cans about the technique with each weapon, she will correct your posture, and praise you when you got it right.

But your little paradise didn't go unnoticed by one God, Ares, with Athena's uncharacteristic disappearings, and that big smile she has when she returns made him become curious, has she met someone? She has never shown interest in anything related to love or attraction, but if that's the case he definitely wants to know who this mysterious being is.

So when he started following her around he did not expect to see her looking so happy while beating the shit out of a goddess, who definitely looks like she's trying her best to at least try to cover from all the strikes, it's only when Athena decides to be merciful and give her a rest only to reprimand her about something he can't really hear that he finally gets a good look of the pitiful goddess, but he didn't expect to have his breath taken away by the sight of the weak goddess who's as beautiful as Afrodita herself.

He would have never imagined getting so infatuated with whom he later discovers is actually Afrodita's and Hephaestus daughter, at first he was fine with just watching her from afar, but that soon wasn't enough, he wanted to know more about her, so he started following her around, but the more time he spent doing so, de more he kept learning about her the more he started feeling attracted to her, he liked watching her work seeing how much love and passion she puts to every single piece, he even has considered taking one of them with him, but he can't do such thing right now.

Soon he became enamored with her whole being, and with his love became his jealousy, he envied Athena for being able to spend so much time time with the object of his affection, he wanted to be able to be at her side, to have her attention, her eyes on him, her touches, her touches, her smiles, her, he wanted that weak goddess to be his and only his.....

He was jealous of Athena, he has seen the way they look at each other longingly with something he fears to consider love, those small touches that makes his lovely muse skin turn a beautiful shade of red, those smiles they give to each other.... He hates it all, and for some time he considers getting rid of Athena, or even kidnapping his beloved muse, unfortunately he can't, at least not if he doesn't want to have Olympus against him, as much as he doesn't want to admit it, he fears Afrodita's wrath.

So there's only one thing left for him to do, and that is to woo you, if he can impress you, if he can show you how much better he is than Athena, he'll be able to gain your attention and respect, he'll be able to speak to you and make you realise that you shouldn't spend your time with a god like her, and instead you should train with him, and then it all would come natural.

that's how he starts his plan, he follows Athena to the battle field, aka the training arena, watching Athena closely he manages to see when she calls for you, that's he's signal to appear, with a big smiles he invites Athena to spare with him, for a moment he fears she won't accept seeing the doubt in her eyes, fortunately she does.

In a single motion both of them took out their spears, Ares took an offensive position while Athena contrary to him took a defensive position, who would give the first blow was decided before they took out their weapons, but the right time was not, patience was key to this victory, waiting for his opponent to lower his guard, both fought in equal conditions without the shield of Athena in between or Nike, both knew perfectly the style of fighting of the opponent, In the past they had clashed as enemies, and in the present duels as this often happend as training partners, but this was different, at least for Ares who considered it a fight for the woman he adored.

The first hit came when Athena slightly turned her gaze to the newly arrived goddess, a good enough distraction for Athena to take a little longer to block the attack, and after that attacks came more from both of them who took advantage of any distraction or slightly wrong movement of the opposite to attack, the movements of both in complete synchrony, where to the eyes of others it seemed more like a beautiful dance that only they knew how to perform, One where both led and followed the other.

The combat continued in front of the astonished eyes of the goddess of weapons, who had to struggle at times to keep up with their pace, who despite being surprised by the sudden appearance of the god of bloody war along with the fact that he himself was fighting her crush, could not help but marvel at sight of them fighting. Was that the level of the gods of war? They were amazing! She considered Athena to be the most beautiful and strongest goddess, but now seeing the elegant and brutal technique of Ares she could not quite decide, she really wanted to be like them both, hopefully they might even allow her to train with both.

In the end such training ended in a draw when the spears of both clashed and ended in the neck of the opponent, the draw being decided at the moment of hearing the enthusiastic applauses of the young goddess, who looked at them as if they were the most beautiful work of art she had ever seen, and in turn did not hesitate to express her admiration to them filling them both with praises.

It was then that by an agreement they both began to train the young goddess together, and to get used to the idea that perhaps they would have to settle for sharing the young woman's love at some point since neither was willing to give up and she did not seem to settle for either, however as much as the fact bothered them they had no other choice, but if they were obliged to share they would make sure that it was only among themselves, they did not want any other god in between. They didn't want anyone else to approach their little and beloved weak Muse.

Just two last obstacles into their fantasies... Her parents who probably won't be very happy to hear what their daughter has been up to or who are interested in asking for her hand...

[queenshelby]

My Friend’s Father (Part Seven)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Age Gap, Smut

Words: 4,498

Notes:

I have decided to make this into a series.

Alright, no judgment. This was a dream of mine and I felt like I had to write it down. Everyone in this Fic is over the age of 18 and this Fic is in no way based on Cillian’s real family life. It’s pure filth.

*********

Throughout the entire night, you couldn’t help but think about Cillian. You dreamed about the kiss you shared, the touch of his hands on your face and even the scent of his skin.

You knew you shouldn’t think this way about your best friend’s father but it was something you couldn’t control even though you were angry with him.

But there was one person you who you were even more angry with and this was Connor, the man you were actually dating.

You got up early that morning to confront Connor about his behaviour at the art gallery opening and the truth was that you were pretty much done with him. You never had feelings for him in the first place and the truth was that he had simply become a distraction for you. You wanted to distract yourself from having taken a liking in your best friend’s father which, in itself, you knew was wrong.

Connor embarrassed you in front of your friends and Cillian was right when he said that he was acting controlling, even though you didn’t want to hear it, especially not from him.

You knew you had to end it and you knew that it wasn’t going to be a difficult task for you. You had always been a strong woman and you didn’t want to be with someone like that and, just when you arrived at Connor’s house you took a deep breath and did what had to be done.

‘It’s your loss Y/N’ were his words when you eventually left his house after a ten minute conversation but you didn’t feel like you had lost anything. In fact, you’ve gained something and that was experience in standing up for yourself.

***

Just after you encounter with Connor that morning, you went to have breakfast with Denise and her friends at the G Hotel in Galway.

They were all staying at the five-star hotel, courtesy of Denise’s father who had organised the weekend for Denise for her birthday and as a reward for her achievements after she had worked so hard on her project.

‘Happy Birthday’ you said as you greeted her and the others and Denise immediately told you off for being too loud as her head was pounding. It was obvious to you that she was rather hungover from the night the before.

‘You had too much champaign, huh?’ you giggled before handing her the present you had bought for her.

You usually didn’t spend much money on each other for birthdays but, since she was your best friend, you had spent a few hours’ worth in wages and gotten her something meaningful.

She was collecting vintage tea-cups and you had recently found a beautiful Royal Dalton set in a second-hand shop which you knew she would adore.

‘This is absolutely beautiful, thank you so much’ Denise said as she unwrapped it before hugging you gently.

‘You are welcome. I knew you would like it’ you said with a warm smile and, just as you did and sat down next to her, your mobile phone went off.

You received a text message from a number that was unfamiliar to you and when you opened it, you were none the wiser.

‘It was good to see you’ the message said and you were rather confused by it. You had some job interviews recently and wondered whether this was sent by one of the interviewers. Or perhaps someone from university, you wondered?

‘What is it?” Denise asked as she saw the look of confusion on your face when you glanced at your phone.

‘Someone just send me a message saying that it was good to see me’ you chuckled before explaining to her that you didn’t know the number.

‘Maybe it is this guy from university you were talking about a few weeks back? You know, the lecturer in the science department?’ Denise wondered before suggesting to you that you should text back and ask for a name, but you already knew it wouldn’t be him. There was no way he would have your number and you certainly were no longer interested in getting to know him after you had found out that he was married.

You texted back to the unknown number, enquiring who this was and, within a couple of seconds, your phone went off again and you almost choked on your coffee.

‘Cillian’ the message read and you quickly changed the angle of your phone so that Denise wouldn’t see it.

‘And? Who is it?’ she asked while trying to look at your phone.

‘Uhm…just a guy I met a few weeks ago…I ran into him again yesterday morning and I totally forgot about it…’ you stammered quickly but Denise didn’t buy a word you were saying.

‘You forgot?’ she giggled, winking at you as she did and your cheeks blushed almost instantly. ‘Well, he obviously didn’t and you must have given him your number for a reason. Is he hot? What’s he like? I need to know everything…’ she went on to say as, suddenly, without you haven’t sent anything back to Cillian, you received yet another text message from him.

‘For what its’s worth, you looked beautiful’ the next text read and you couldn’t help but smile as you continued to sip on your cup of coffee and Denise most certainly noticed the look on your face and asked you what he said.

‘Just that I looked nice’ you stammered, feeling awful about lying to her about who texted you but there was no way that you could have told her that it was, in fact, her father who you were texting with.

‘Uh, he likes you’ Denise then giggled before carrying on. ‘Well, since you ditched Connor now, you should go and meet up with him and have some fun. After Connor’s one-off ten-minute performance, I have no doubt that you really need it’ Denise said and, just as she did, the conversation across the breakfast table took a turn. Like so often, it now was all about sex and you realised that dissatisfaction was a common occurrence in women your age.

‘I believe that the whole talk about the female g-spot is load of rubbish. It’s a myth’ Amalie observed eventually after everyone across the table complained about the lovers that they had.

It was at this point that you mentally checked out from the conversation and, whilst you thought about the one pleasurable experience you had in your life when it came to sex, you certainly didn’t want to talk about it in front of Denise. Especially not Denise.

Instead of engaging in talks about vibrators and the male anatomy, you decided to respond to Cillian’s text messages after you had received yet another one, telling you that he was sorry. Clearly, he was desperate to hear from you.

‘I see, you kept my note?’ you responded quickly, ignoring his compliments and apologies, and, just moments after you sent it, you received a response from him.

‘Kept it in my wallet. Can we meet?’ Cillian asked and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes just before you received yet another message from him which read ‘BTW this is not a booty call. I just want to talk with you. Please.’

His message made you laugh but you agreed to meet him nonetheless.

‘I have an apartment at the Docks. Can you come there?’ Cillian asked in his next text message.  

‘Alright. How does 4 o’clock sound? Text me your address’ you texted back and it wasn’t long until Cillian sent you the address of his apartment.

‘And?’ Denise asked as she watched you text with the mysterious stranger and you simply blushed again and responded with a short and somewhat embarrassed ‘nothing’.

‘Oh common, tell me Y/N. I am your best friend’ she then said and you confirmed that you would quickly meet up with him this afternoon before Denise’s birthday dinner.

‘Oh la la, you are having a date�� Denise then said somewhat excitedly.

‘We are just catching up to talk Denise. It’s not a date’ you then said.

‘Sure…whatever you say Y/N’ she then said sarcastically which is when, finally, she backed off and you received yet another text message from Cillian.

‘Looking forward to see you, xx’ it read and your heart skipped a beat pretty much then and there.

***

After you went home to have a shower and get changed into some nice jeans and a black shirt as well as some nice lingerie (just in case) you made your way to Cillian’s apartment.

You parked around the corner and walked the rest of the way just to be sure that no one would see your car being parked there.

‘Jesus’ you said somewhat surprised when you walked into the lobby of the apartment building and took the elevator to the top floor after Cillian had buzzed you inside. You had never been to a building like this. It was luxurious and right on the harbour.

When you arrived on the top floor, Cillian already waited for you, glancing through the door of his apartment.

‘Wow, these are some good views. Do you own this place?’ you observed as you stepped inside and set your purse on the desk by the door.

‘Yeah, bought it a few years ago’ Cillian said as you began to shrug off your jacket, but Cillian came up from behind you, and caught your hands. You looked down at your hands, noticing that yours dwarfed in his. They were warm and soft.

‘Let me take this for you’ he said like a gentleman and you were somewhat surprised by his gesture. This was not something you were used to but you liked it, a lot.

‘You know, I didn’t expect that you would text me, especially not after last night. So, what is it that you want to talk about?’ you asked nervously and, just as you did, Cillian cut straight to the chase.

‘I wanted to tell you, in person, that I am sorry about last night. I shouldn’t have lectured you about this guy who you are seeing and the truth is that, yes, I was jealous and I know that I had no right to be jealous and for that I am also sorry. I should have acted differently, especially knowing that you are my daughter’s best friend’ he admitted just before you cut him off.

‘Well, for what its worth, I ended it with Connor this morning because I think you were right about him’ you said with a nervous smile, causing Cillian to cock an eyebrow.

‘I can’t say that I am not happy about that’ he said jokingly before continuing on. ‘But, regardless of this, I think that we need to talk about how we move forward from what happened between us for Denise’s sake’ he then said, causing you to nod.

‘Yeah’ you then said somewhat disappointed before building up your strength in order to say something else. ‘The thing is, Cillian, I know what I want. I just think that you don’t’ you said, cheeks blushing.

‘And what is that you want Y/N?’ Cillian asked curiously as if he didn’t already know the answer to his question.

‘You’ you then admitted and, just as you did, Cillian’s hands caressed your face and he pulled you close and kissed you yet again.

The kiss was slow and passionate and, unlike the night before, you allowed yourself to give into it until, eventually, your lips drifted apart.

‘Are you sure Y/N? Because, I am much older than you and you probably have better offers with more assurances that I simply cannot offer you’ Cillian then asked as he was standing directly in front of you and held you against his body.

‘The fact that you are older actually turns me on’ you admitted before pressing your lips onto his again and then pulling away. You adored his wrinkles and greying hair and you were surprised that he had no idea how attractive he actually was.

‘But what is it that you want Cillian?’ you then asked as you felt his firm chest against you while his warm breath fanned against your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

‘Honestly, I don’t know Y/N. I have never been so fucking confused in my life’ he explained reluctantly, not knowing where to place the feelings he had built for you. You were over twenty years younger than him and his daughter’s friend and this clearly bothered him. He knew that this wasn’t something he could easily overcome.

‘Well, I am confused too but I like you, a lot’ you admitted, also unsure about what this was that you were feeling for him but, what you knew was that you wanted to give whatever this was a chance. You were curious and you were filled with desire for this man standing there right in front of you.

‘And I need to know that you feel the same and that this isn’t going to be just another mistake you are making because, if you are going to walk away after we have sex, then I am not up for it’ you then explained, wanting to ensure that he wouldn’t pull away from you this time.

‘No more mistakes Y/N. I like you and I want this’ Cillian whispered as he pressed his lips firmly right under your ear, slowly kissing down your neck.

‘I want you’ he then said as his breath tickled your skin and the firmness of his kiss made your stomach flip.

‘Then that’s good enough for me’ you huffed out in a laboured breath and just, as you did, Cillian used his hands to spin you around, causing you to face away from him.

Then, his hands dropped to your waist where his fingers gently edged themselves under the hem of your shirt, barely touching your skin. His lips moved, and he left a trail of kisses down your shoulder and towards your arm.

‘I knew this was a booty call’ you teased as you couldn't help but move against him.

‘Do you want to stop?’ he asked as your hips rocked and shifted while he gently brushed his fingers against your skin.

‘Hell no’ you giggled before you lifted your arms and he began to pull your shirt up.

You felt like you were performing some secret dance that we both knew, but that you'd never realised you'd known.

Cillian lifted your shirt inch at a time up off you, and let it fall to the floor. He sighed in satisfaction as he looked down at your breasts.

‘Why are you so fucking perfect?’ Cillian asked and you opened your mouth to answer but it came out as a sigh as his hands tightened around your waist.

‘Let’s take this off’ Cillian said determined as one of his hands inched up towards your breast, and he squeezed it gently. Then, his hands came away from you, and unsnapped your bra.

You practically shook it off of you, and then dropped your hands to your jeans. You needed his hands back on you again as soon as possible and turned to watch him as you kicked your shoes off and shoved down your jeans, your underwear coming with them.

‘Eager, are we?’ Cillian chuckled as he quickly began to undress himself as well after you had given him a look full of hunger and anticipation.

‘We are short of time’ you said as you were momentarily distracted by the sight of him unbuttoning his shirt, but you hurried to kick off the fabric wrapped around your ankles.

‘We’ve got at least two and a half hours Y/N’ Cillian then said as you finally stood there in front of him completely naked.

‘Exactly’ you chuckled as Cillian was still fighting with the buttons on his shirt, and you grabbed the fabric of it and pulled him against you, crushing your mouth against his.

Cillian made love to your mouth with his lips and his tongue. He was firm, slow, and demanding.

You breathed together, tasted together. He dragged a soft moan from your mouth with a caress of his lips. He explored you, letting his tongue run along the roof of your mouth. Your teeth crashed. He sucked your tongue into his mouth, and your stomach clenched and you let out an embarrassingly desperate sound.

Before your first night with Cillian, you'd never been kissed like this. The kisses you shared were more intimate and more sensual than anything you'd ever experienced in your life.

As you were kissing, you finally managed to unbutton his shirt and shoved it open. Your hands ran up and down his chest, exploring his toned body all the while he was relentless in his kiss. His arms wrapped around you, one hand pressing into the small of your back, and the other working his fingers into your hair.

With a small tug of your hair, he pulled your face away from him.

‘I could kiss you all day Y/N, but you said that we are short of time so you better get onto the bed’ he winked and you snaked your arms around his neck and kissed him while he walked you back into his bedroom and towards the bed.

As you were moving towards the bed, he fought with his belt and his pants all while his lips never left yours.

You shuffled awkwardly backwards until the backs of your knees hit the bed, forcing you to sit down. You kept your arms behind you to prop yourself up, smiling as you watched him finish undressing. He was just gorgeous and so goddamn perfect.

‘You are so sexy, you know that?’ you said full of desire while you watched as he pushed his pants down, kicking them off his ankles and standing in front of you completely naked, and... Sweet. Baby. Jesus…your mouth watered at the sight of his hard cock.

‘So are you’ he winked and, just as he did, you met his eyes again after having stared at his cock for a little while. That terrifying intense stare was back, and he looked like he was going to eat you alive. For all you knew, he would.

Without breaking eye contact, Cillian bent down and went to his knees at the foot of the bed, grabbed your legs, and pulled you closer to him, spreading your legs wide as he did so.

‘Lay back’ he ordered and you couldn’t help but bite your lip in anticipation.

‘What are you going to do to me?’ you asked as he was still staring at you. A slow smile graced his face.

‘I am going to make love to you with my tongue until you cum’ Cillian smirked and the idea of his face between your legs made your breath catch.

‘Oh, Sweet Jesus’ you moaned as he let go of one of your legs and put a hand on your shoulder. He pushed you back and then he lowered his lips to you.

Sweet bliss washed over you in an instant. You gasped, and moaned, and shivered. Cillian lapped at you like you were the sweetest treasure he'd ever put in his mouth. A slow, deep rumble from his chest travelled straight into your body through his lips, shaking you to your core. His tongue dove inside you, exploring you. He sucked on the lips of your sex, and the circled his tongue around your clit, sending powerful shocks of pleasure straight to your centre.

He was building you up to something big. Something beautiful.

He eased off right before you exploded, and you cried out.

‘Cillian, don't stop, please’ you moaned and, just as you began to plead with him, his fingers began to gently run through your wet slit.

‘Don’t worry, I won’t’ he said as he slowly pushed two of his fingers inside you before his tongue resumed its work on your clit.

Curling his fingers slightly upwards, he reached an unfamiliar spot deep inside you and, as soon as he reached this spot, you cried out in pleasure.

‘Oh god, fuck, Cillian’ you moaned as his fingers began to gently thrust in and out of you while he made love to you with his tongue.

With his skilled tongue and fingers working you, it didn’t take you long to reach an orgasm. Your legs began to shake almost violently as a wave of pleasure erupted through your body and your walls tightened around Cillian’s fingers.

When you finally came down from your high, Cillian stood up, pushed his hands against your hips, and slid you farther onto the bed.

‘You sound so fucking sexy when you cum like this, without having to hold back’ Cillian observed as he climbed onto the bed. He crawled towards you like a wolf stalking his prey.

‘I want you inside me, please…I am aching for your cock’ you moaned, spurring him on and, without losing any time he spread your legs wide and pressed the head against your slit, gently working the tip in and out, teasing you.

‘Oh god, please, stop teasing’ you whimpered, trying to wiggle against him. You wanted to feel all of him so badly.

‘Be patient, we will get there’ he whispered, and leaned forward so his arms were on either side of your face.

You felt him push a little deeper into you.

‘Oh god yes’ you gasped and winced and Cillian tilted his head and took your mouth with his, kissing you slowly as he rocked in and out. His lips and his tongue matched the pace of his thrusts, and you felt overwhelmed with desire as he slid deeper and deeper inside of you.

‘Fuck you feel so good Y/N’ Cillian groaned as he stretched you and pushed you until he was all the way in, and he pulled his mouth away from yours just long enough to let out a string of curses before he took your mouth again.

You couldn't breathe. Everything about him was amazing. The way he felt inside you was just perfect.

He held your head firmly in place as he kissed you, thrusting into you and grinding his hips so that he hit every single spot you didn't even know you had. Right as you were nearing your climax, he pulled all the way out and pushed himself off of you, pausing to catch his breath.

‘No…don’t stop…I was so close’ you whimpered.

‘Don’t worry, I am not done with you yet but I do enjoy teasing you’ he gasped and you could tell that he enjoyed edging you which is something no other man you have been with had ever done to you before. Unlike them, Cillian had amazing self-control which you thought might come with age.

Almost an hour later, after he edged you numerous times and made you change positions on several occasions, you ended up with Cillian on top of you once again. He slid back inside you, resuming his relentless pace. With every thrust, he ground his pelvis against your clit, and with only a few careful movements of his hips, you exploded in pleasure around him. There was no way you could have held back any longer as waves of heat and ice crashed onto you, and you fought to breathe through the intensity of your orgasm.

‘Fuck Y/N’ Cillian groaned shortly thereafter, feeling your walls contract around his shaft. He collapsed forward onto you, and you could feel him pulsing inside you and filling you with rope after rope of his warm cum.

You loved the feeling of him cuming inside you and his breath was hot against your neck, and he kissed your neck and your mouth again as he pulled back and out of you, giving you a chance to breathe.

***

‘Cillian’ you whispered, barely able to speak even after five minutes had passed since you came down from your high.

‘Yes Beautiful?’ he said, and moved slightly so he could wrap his lips around your nipple. He sucked and tongued at it, and pulled at it with his teeth.

‘Careful’ you laughed, and shifted under him slightly. ‘I’m super sensitive now’ you said.

‘I certainly hope so’ he murmured. ‘Although, I am not done with you yet. We still have an hour before dinner’ he smirked and your eyes widened immediately.

‘Oh really?’ you asked surprised and, when you looked down on him, you noticed that his cock was already hardening again just after a short five minutes of relaxation.

‘Really’ Cillian then chuckled as he rolled you onto your stomach, spreading your legs and crouching behind you.

Without losing any time, he lined himself up with your entrance and pushed back inside of you, eliciting a loud groan.

After doing you from behind for what felt like forever, he'd hauled you up into his lap and made love to you with his arms around you and our foreheads pressed together. You'd watched his eyes widen and roll back in his head as he came inside you again just after you reached your own high as well.

He then kissed you as he slowly pulled out of you, and then carried you in his arms like a bride into the bathroom where he'd showered you, washed your hair and your body, and treated you to another mind-blowing orgasm with his fingers.

‘I am fucking sore Cillian’ you huffed out as you were standing in front of the mirror and retouched your make up with a white towel wrapped around your body. You had only limited supplies with you in your handbag but were somewhat lucky that Denise had kept a few items in one of the bathrooms in the three-bedroom apartment.

‘I am sorry’ he then said as he stepped behind you and applied some more aftershave before kissing your neck.

‘Are you?’ you asked, looking back at him before pressing a gentle kiss on his lips.

‘Not really’ he then smirked before buttoning up his shirt.

You knew that you couldn’t arrive at the dinner together and, after you got ready, you decided to walk to the restaurant first so that Cillian would allow you a ten-minute head start.

But walking was difficult in itself and Cillian had a slight chuckle when he watched you waddle out of his apartment.

Your core was stinging but it was defiantly worth it.

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[lacheri]

Okay so... you might not even take requests but I’ll give this a shot anyway bc I love everything you write. I fucked up at work big time today and I feel tremendously anxious and guilty. Which made me think... Levi scenario with gf reader messing up on the field? I know he’d prob be harsh af at first but maybe... some fluff in the end? ): only if you want ofc.

hi nonnie! sorry for taking a few days to write this! but I hope u like it <3 (sorry to hear about your bad day btw ):)

accidents and apologies

pairing: dom!Levi x sub!fem bodied reader

content: canonverse, impact play, mild choking, penetrative sex, unprotected sex/creampie, oral (f receiving), some humiliation/degrading, reader is clumsy and Levi is mean, minors DNI

wc: 3.2k

Fat tears sat in thick clusters on the brim of your lash line, a hiccupping sob racking your body. You were as good as dead, having possibly made the biggest fuck up of your military career thus far. Titans seemed like ants in comparison, the fly that buzzes by your ear that irritates you to no end. Levi’s odm gear sat in pieces on the floor, and somehow this loomed over you like the Colossal titan, maybe even larger.

The polish container sat forgotten on your captain’s desk, the wipe slipping from your trembling hands. Your bottom lip quivered, your lungs filling with air quickly as you slumped to the floor next to the shattered metal. Your off duty position of being Levi’s assistant was practically over, it had barely even begun. You had begged for this job for weeks now, only a few days into being his helping hand, you reflected on how poorly of a job you’d done.

It wasn’t enough you had gotten Levi’s tea wrong this morning, adding sugar to the steaming mug, thinking he’d like a change in taste. He didn’t, immediately spitting the liquid out, cursing you into guilt on the spot. To try to make it up to the ravenette, while he was on his lunch, you sat at his desk and began to organize his paperwork by date of importance. You felt pride as you finished with the three piles of stacks, putting fresh ink in his pot for his quill. However, Levi was horribly furious to see what your regret had manifested into. How were you supposed to know he liked his documents organized by date of assignment, not what was most important?

This was the cherry on top, Levi leaving for dinner, mentioning that his gear did need some polishing. Surely, you wouldn’t fuck this up, he thought as he closed the door to his office behind him. How wrong the man had been though. Within minutes, your fingers became slippery, losing your grip on the cold metal as watched in horror as it clattered to the floor, breaking on impact. It didn’t make much sense, how could it have broken? Wasn’t the gear meant to outlast a titan’s grip? Especially Levi’s trusty gear, you couldn’t fathom how his gear was now laying in pieces on the floor.

You sucked back your sob as you heard the creek of the door, your heart falling straight down to the pit of your stomach. Of course Levi would be back before you recite your apology a thousand times over in your head. You heard the thud of his boots hit the floor as he walked over, seemingly calm.

“Oi, what are you doing on the floor?” he barked out, you could feel his presence looming from behind you.

You turned your head up, his face blurry from the rush of tears in your eyes, “Sir, I am so sorry.”

His grey eyes flickered in front of you, finally taking notice of his broken gear. His lips twitched in a deep frown as he sucked in air through his nostrils harshly.

“Get up, cadet,” Levi spoked venomously, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers.

You hurried to your feet clumsily, trying your hardest to quell your cries from your throat. You faced him, head downturned, attempting to steady your racing heart rate and the tremors in your bones. Whatever control you thought you had slipped from your grasp the second your captain’s lips parted.

“Never in my life have I met someone as insolent as you,” the harshness of his words kept your eyes on his boots, fresh teardrops rolling down your cheeks. Levi was not going to speak to the crown of your head though, and his hand gripped your chin to force your eyes up, looking directly into his own. “You’re going to look at me while I talk to you, understood?”

You nodded, but this was not what Levi was searching for, “Your words, cadet.”

“Yes, sir,” it came out of your mouth as a squeak.

“You want to explain to me why my odm gear is broken?”

“It slipped,” you hiccupped, violently shaking under his fierce glare. “I couldn’t catch it in time. Captain, I’m so sorry.”

“You’re sorry?” he bemused darkly in disbelief. “This is the third time today you’ve fucked something up, and you’re just sorry?”

“I don’t know what else to say,” you were on the verge of hyperventilating as you stuttered your words out.

“Well, now you owe me new gear, and you’re going to personally pay for the expense,” Levi’s hand left your face as he backed away from you, sitting down at his desk.

You looked on in confusion, “Sir, I don’t have any money?”

“Then I guess you’re fired,” Levi tilted his head back as if bored now with the conversation. “You’re relieved of your military duties as well. We can’t afford to have someone as brainless as you in the Scouts.”

“Captain, please,” you raised your voice, arms wrapping around yourself to contain your shaking.

Levi’s eyes darkened, leaning forward to press his elbows on his desk as he leaned his head onto his intertwined fists, “Leave my office, now.”

This couldn’t be happening. You had no home to return to, having left it behind long before you joined the Training Corps. This was your life, your purpose, your friends were here. You finally felt like you had a place in the world here in the Scouts.

“I’ll do whatever I have to!” you begged, not moving a muscle. “Whatever I can do to stay!”

“Are you deaf or just an idiot?” Levi pushed onto his feet, striding over to stand right in your face as he spat. “Leave my fucking office, that’s an order!”

Your bottom lip trembled, and you felt so fucking pathetic but couldn’t stop yourself from one last attempt, “Please, sir. Don’t kick me out, please let me make it up somehow.”

Your brain took a moment to catch up with what had just happened as you were suddenly staring down at the wooden notches of Levi’s desk. He had grabbed your wrists in a fierce swiftness, pushing you face down, his hands now positioned against your spine to keep you in place. His right hand reached around to fumble with your belt, and your heart began to race for other reasons.

“Captain?” you stuttered, feeling him begin to pull off the belts stationed on your thighs.

“You think you can just beg me in that voice, looking like that, and expect me not to lose control?” his voice was thick with anger, but instead of fear, it tickled bouts of arousal in your lower stomach. “Answer me.”

“No?” it came out as a question, you pushed your thighs together as you felt a pulse run through your core as his fingers tickled the exposed skin of your lower stomach. “Sir, I’m confused, what’re doing?”

“Like you have no idea what you do to me,” Levi chuckled without humor. “You begged me to be my assistant even though you knew you weren’t going to be a good one. You think I wouldn’t notice, your little crush on me?”

It was true, so entirely true. Levi had been the object of your affection for such a long time now, taking every opportunity to get as close to the man as possible. If you were being honest with yourself, this fantasy of being bent over his desk was a constant distraction in your mind. He was right, you were shit at cleaning, you were probably the most clumsy person you knew, you really had no qualifications to be Levi’s aide, yet you still asked for the position.

“Then why’d you hire me, Captain?” the bratty words left your lips as it dawned on you, Levi had found you appealing regardless of your lack of qualities.

With a quick motion, your pants and panties were bunched around your knees, Levi’s palm meeting the now exposed skin of your cheek in a caress, “The same reason you’re fucking soaked right now, cadet.”

You stayed in position as Levi brought his other hand to your opposite ass cheek, fingers kneading the fat as he spread you open to his hungry view. He was right, you were dripping. His pointer finger ran down the seam of your ass, laying a soft touch to your hole, watching it flutter in excitement. He couldn’t hold back the smirk on his face, removing his touch entirely.

You whined, pushing your bottom closer to Levi’s hands, desperate for his touch. Your hips were slammed against the edge of his desk, his fingers digging firmly into the back of your thighs, pushing your legs back together. You felt a jarring sting on your backside, yelping in response as you could make out the distinct imprint of each of his fingers.

“You want to show me you’re really sorry?” Levi’s voice was low and raspy as he soothed his palm over the reddened mark he had made. “Tell me after every slap.”

You were able to brace yourself this time as you felt the strike of his hand once more on your opposite cheek, unable to contain your moans at the contact. You squirmed as you felt removal of Levi’s touch leave you, only to bite down on your tongue harshly as he swatted the back of your thighs much harder than he had on your ass.

“Don’t make me repeat myself,” he spoke ruthlessly as another slap hit your thighs.

“I’m sorry!” you cried, gasping for air from the impact.

“Again,” his hand smacked the fat of your ass again, his other hand smoothing over the harsh red blotches against your thighs in an attempt to soothe the pain.

“‘M sorry!” you were whining, knuckles white from gripping the opposite edge of the desk as you arched your ass up into his hold. Part of you was genuinely shocked over how much you were enjoying this, thoroughly aroused mentally and physically.

Levi couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight in front him. The handprints scattered across your lower half had his cock springing to life, hard and painfully erect. His hands traveled down to your pussy lips, using his thumbs to spread you open. Your hole was drooling, Levi let out a deep groan at the sight. He couldn’t stop himself, he had to have a taste.

You let out a sputtered moan as you felt the tip of your captain’s tongue lick a stripe from your hole to your clit. You pushed your hips further into his touch, thankful he resisted in shoving you back into the edge of the desk this time. His fingers held you open and apart, his taste buds rolling circles into your clit before returning back to your flitting opening, shoving his tongue in your walls. You could feel it fold in half, almost in a cupping motion as he bobbed his head, lapping as much as he could.

“Oh my God,” you whined, thrusting a hand behind you to grasp at his hair. His palms circled to the fronts of your thighs, digging his fingers into the fat as he pulled you somehow closer as he buried his face further into your dripping heat.

You were seeing stars, in between the mix of the pain and pleasure, your brain was completely empty. Levi’s right hand left your left thigh for a moment, coming back with a softer slap, inching his fingers to your center. His pointer finger swirled your clit relentlessly, and your breathing hitched as you were brought to even higher heights than before. His thumb joined not long after, pinching and pulling at your bud as you yelped.

You could feel the beginnings of your impending orgasm as Levi twisted and lapped your walls. The burning churn in your lower stomach became almost unbearable as Levi’s fingers worked faster at your bundle of nerves, full of purpose and intentions. Levi could feel the sudden change, your pussy clenching tighter and tight around his wet muscle. Your arousal was thicker, almost muskier as he inhaled through his nose, and Levi could swear he could drink from your core as if you were the finest of wines.

At the first blinding rush of pleasure, your body preparing itself for the intense promise of release, the ravenette removed all touch. You were gasping for air, your entire body’s nerves tingling uncomfortably. You were aching, desperate for anything.

“Look at you,” the return of Levi’s palm slapping your ass was welcomed with a smile on your face, thankful for any form of touch. “Falling apart that easy?”

You mumbled out a 'sorry', remembering his earlier warning. Apparently this was the word Levi was searching for, spinning you around and attaching his grip to your hips, slamming your sore ass on his desk, shoving his paperwork to the floor. Your eyes widened dramatically, seeing Levi’s cock fully exposed out of the zipper of his trousers. He was thick, his tip red and angry as he moved his fist over his length, a quiet groan leaving his parted lips as he relieved some of his own pent up arousal.

“Open,” he demanded, removing his hand from his dick, extending his palm to your pouty lips. You complied, letting your mouth loll open as Levi’s fingers pressed against your tongue, rolling them around to coat his digits.

He pulled them out with a pop from your lips, returning his now dripping hand to his erection, covering the entire member in your saliva. He gripped the backs of your knees after he deemed himself properly lubed up, dragging you right to edge as he positioned himself.

His grey eyes flickered up, fiery and full of lust, his voice hoarse, “You ready?”

“Yes,” you mewled, your fingers wrapping around the edge of the wood to steady yourself.

Without a moment of hesitation, Levi held your legs up as he slid his fat tip along the slick of your folds. It was so wet, so sloppy, you couldn’t contain the whimper leaving your lips as he pressed into your sopping hole. You could’ve sworn you felt your soul attempt to leave your body as he slid in, resting his tip right against your sweet spot once he was fully sheathed, your eyes rolling back into your skull as the mind blowing pleasure. He hadn’t completed a full thrust before you were begging for more.

“Please, please, more,” you managed out in between gasps, Levi rolling his hips backwards.

“You want more?” he chided, ramming himself so hard, the two of you bounced from the impact. You nodded, unable to voice a single word, drool threatening to escape your lips. His fist left the comfort of your bent knees, coming up to squish your cheeks together, a dribble of spit glistening against your pout, “You’ll answer me when I ask you a question, brat.”

“Yes! More!” you strangled out, muffled from his grip on your face. He let go, placing a very soft pat to your cheekbone, almost as a reward.

“Atta’ girl,” Levi’s gaze turned dark as his eyes traveled from your eyes to the column of your neck. How pretty would you look with his fist wrapped around your throat?

The thought was threateningly persuasive as Levi found himself doing just that, squeezing the sides of your neck as he began to piston his cock between your folds. The sounds of slapping skin and your pussy squelching had you panting loudly, Levi’s fingers pressing harder into the sides of your throat. It felt so good, good wasn’t even the word to describe it. In fact, there weren’t any words in your brain at all, too consumed by the visuals of the ravenette plowing hard into you.

His hand left your throat upon seeing your eyes begin to flutter, his concern for your ability to breathe over taking his lust. Instead, he circled both his arms under your back, bringing you up into a folder position against his chest. He placed open mouth kisses along the curve of your shoulder, licking and sucking at any skin he could reach. Your ankles hooked around his waist, and you couldn’t hold yourself back from slipping a hand to your aching clit.

“Kiss me,” you pleaded into Levi’s neck as your middle finger rubbed hard at your clit, your thick slick coating the pad. You got curious, letting your hand trail further down, exploring the motion of his cock pummeling into you.

“Put your hands on my back, and maybe I will,” he growled out, displeased that he wasn’t the one bringing you total and complete pleasure.

You followed his orders with speed, his head navigated out of the crook of your neck, capturing your lips with a hasty passion. He tasted sweetly sour, the lingerings of your essence resting in the crevices of his lips, but still, you couldn’t get enough of his kiss. When his hand finally left the middle of your spine, and began to travel down to your center, you could feel the bubbles of climax igniting back in your stomach.

“Levi,” you moaned into his mouth as his fingers moved at lightning speed against your nerves, timed nearly perfectly with the pattern of his thunderous thrusts. The desk was squeaking loudly against the floor as he continued to pound into animalistically, moving it slightly with every move.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, gonna’ cum,” you swallowed his words as he somehow sped up his movements, driving you straight to your climax.

You couldn’t even warn him, you barely had time to realize you were cumming yourself. It almost hurt how tightly you had clenched his cock as the pleasure nearly blinded you, unable to hold back swears and moans. Levi kissed you harder, and upon feeling your contractions swallowing him whole, your plush walls pulling his tip right up against your cervix, his hips staggered and his knees buckled.

Levi’s brain went blank as his orgasm was ripped from him, “Fuck, fuck!”

Levi should’ve felt embarrassed at the noises that left his mouth, whimpers and soft moans exiting his throat as he came hard. It was almost too much, the feeling of your wet heat wrapping around his most intimate part, the closeness of your bodies, although still fairly clothed, had his heart hammering in his ears.

When you came down from your highs, all you could was stare at each other in astonishment, breathing heavily into each other’s mouths. He rested his sweaty forehead against yours, fluttering his eyelashes shut as he kissed you gently. You let out a sleepy giggle, your body entirely spent. His hand finally left the sensitive skin of your clit, wrapping your fingers around the back of your head as his kiss deepened.

When he finally slid his softened length out of the depths of your pussy, you were hissing at the fluttering of soreness intruding your pelvis. Levi shot you an apologetic look, kissing your forehead.

“Does this mean I can still be your assistant?” you mumbled, a small smile on your face as Levi reached down to pull his pants up.

His head tilted back as an uncharacteristic laugh bubbled out, flashing you a mischievous smile, “Get yourself cleaned up, and meet me back in my office. I still don’t believe you’re actually sorry.”

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