#anyway soapbox moment over (for now)

[carlatsukinamistolemyhamsandwich]

Alright I realise I’ve been talking about lots of different things with no particular direction over the past few couple of months so here is my current plan with regards to actual proper content. Please take the timeline with a pinch of salt as 1) I will often juggle multiple projects at the same time and 2) how much time I have to work on these severely depends on rl being nice to me.

Hopefully before the end of April

Your Diabolik Lovers Fantasy AU story (24 questions, 14 results)

Sometime within the next couple of months

Abandoned WIPs (these are fics I’ve given up on finishing and have decided to post as is so they don’t exist solely on my laptop forever, I’ve not yet decided how to spilt them between posts) - Ruki Mukami Soulmate AU (part prose, part bullet points) - Carla x reader x Shuu love triangle route (route written in full prose, endings done as bullet points) - Incubus!Laito x reader (all bullet points, never got around to the prose part) - Siren!Shin x reader part 3 (I do have some prose for this but I think I’ll just post the outline) - Supervillain!Shin x Hero!reader (about 10 % prose, the rest is bullet points) - Shin x reader beauty and the beast AU drabble (about 80 % finished) - Ghost!Shin x reader AU (not Remnant related) (bullet points only) - Diabolik Lovers x Cupid Parasite crossover AU (bullet points only)

Not abandoned and hope to pick up at some point

Demon!Shin chaper 3

Which diaboy would go yandere for you quiz

As for the people who followed me for lore content, I’m afraid I don’t have any plans of posting any (mainly because of the recent lack of new content outside of merch). I would at some point like to make a post talking about Endzeit and Tuberculosis (because for anyone who doesn’t know, I currently work in the biochemistry field and disease and medicine has always been a big interest of mine and in LE it’s specifically stated that Endzeit has tuberculosis-like symptoms (plus it would be a good oppurtunity to spread some tuberculosis awareness because it’s much bigger issue in modern times than you might think if you live in the west)) but I make no promises on when that may appear.

Hopefully that should give you guys some idea of what I’m doing behind the scenes. I do plan to reopen that five line ask game soon but I’m going to get that fantasy AU quiz finished first. Hope you all have a good day!

[justmystyles]

Did you see the videos of Harry at the airport in Barcelona (I think?)? I hate people pushing and yelling for his attention ugh. But I got an idea for a fic. Plus size reader happens to be at the airport at the wrong time and gets pushed because of these people,Harry sees that and just goes into protective mode, they get to know each other and fluff at the end? Or his gf getting pushed and falling down and protective Harry

Anyways sorry if all of this doesn't make sense. English isn't my first language 🙈 but I love your style of writing and got this idea and just had to share it with you

The Battle in Barcelona

read my other work here

pairing: Harry Styles x plus size reader

word count: 1.6k

warnings: a couple of curse words, but other than that, it's tame.

a/n: thank you so much for this ask, my friend! it absolutely made sense, and i appreicate you thinking of me to write this.

i absolutely did see the videos. totally heartbreaking. as much as i'll miss him, our boy needs a break, and i'm so happy that he's got that coming up soon. he's so kind and generous to his fans, and i know a lot of us get that and appreciate him for it, but there are also people who just use it as an opportunity to take even more and it just makes me so angry. anyways, i'm going to get off my soapbox and let you read what i came up with now. i hope you like it! 🖤

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As your car traveled the streets of Barcelona, your head rested on Harry’s shoulder, your fingers intertwined. You could tell by his soft breaths that he was drifting off to sleep, so you kept silent, just enjoying being next to him. 

Love on Tour would be coming to an end in just over a week, and his multi-year hectic schedule was starting to catch up with him. He was moving a little slower, his eyes puffy and worn from lack of sleep, and he was spending more of his free time in the hotel as opposed to exploring the cities he was visiting. You knew that he had loved every second of the past few years, but he was definitely ready to slow down for a while. 

As you approached the airport, you heard the driver let out a whistle of surprise. You lifted your head to take a look out the front windshield. There was a large crowd of people on the sidewalk waiting for Harry. 

You took a deep breath before squeezing his hand gently and kissing him on the cheek. “Baby, I’m so sorry, time to wake up and turn it on.” 

You brushed a stray curl across his forehead as his eyes fluttered open. He smiled softly at you before taking a look out the window. “Shit,” he muttered under his breath. Harry loved his fans, and he would take any opportunity to greet them and thank them for their support, but he could already tell that this crowd would be difficult. 

As your car approached, you disconnected your hand from Harry’s and slid to the opposite side of the backseat. He gave you an apologetic smile, you shrugged in reply. Because of Harry’s desire to keep his personal life private, you knew that he would want his distance in front of this many people, you understood and were fine with it. 

You respected Harry’s wishes, but moments like this made it hard, you knew he was tired and that the walk into the airport was going to be a struggle for him, and you wanted nothing more than to be by his side and hold his hand through it. 

“I’ll get out on this side and walk around. I’ll meet you inside.” You tell him. 

He reaches over, brushing his index finger against the back of your hand. “You sure you’ll be alright?” 

“Of course,” you assure him. “I’m a big girl, I can hold my own.” You pat your stomach with a smile. 

“Y/N.” Harry says in a warning tone. He loves your sense of humor, except when you turn it on yourself in a self deprecating manor. 

“Sorry,” you smile sheepishly. “How about this then? I’ve held my own in my fair share of mosh pits, I can throw them bows with the best of ‘em.” He chuckles softly, a genuine grin growing on his face. “There he is. Now hold onto that for just a couple of minutes, and I’ll see you on the other side.” 

“I love you so much,” he says softly. 

“I love you too, always.” You say with a wink as the car comes to a stop. 

Before security can get Harry’s door open, you slip out the other side. You walk around the back of the car and watch as his door opens. He is immediately swarmed by people yelling and shoving photos and markers in his face. His security and the local police are doing their best to push them off, but they are relentless. Even Harry is pleading with them to back away, but it falls on deaf ears. 

Despite the rush of the crowd, Harry still takes the time to greet a fan in a wheelchair, signing an album for him and chatting for a brief moment. As you watch on, your worry morphs into awe of this amazing, selfless man. 

You’re so lost in the moment that you don’t realize that one of the officers assigned to crowd control has corralled you into the crowd of onlookers. As Harry finishes with the fan and pushes through the rest of the people, you snap back to the present and begin moving through the crowd yourself. 

As you reach the end of the mob, you’re held back by one of the officers. “No, I’m with them.” You insist, stepping forward only to be shoved back a little harder than needed, with a stern ‘no’ from the officer. 

You watch as Harry turns the corner, your mind racing. You know they won’t leave without you, Harry will notice you’re not there and send security, or someone else from the entourage to retrieve you. But the worry starts to sink in as you find yourself being engulfed back into the masses. 

You fight your way back to the front of the crowd, stopped in front of the same officer that stopped you before. You keep your eyes locked on the corner Harry had turned. Before long, you see him rushing back out of the airport, his eyes moving frantically, no doubt trying to find you. 

“Harry!” You shout, hoping to catch his attention as your voice gets drowned out by the cries and yells from everyone else. 

His eyes lock on yours, his expression panicked as he rushes back toward the crowd. As the fans and autograph-seekers reach for him, he grabs the officer holding you back on the shoulder tugging roughly. “She’s with me,” he shouts aggressively, grabbing your hand and rushing back into the airport. 

He’s practically running, his hand gripping yours tighter than he ever had, afraid of losing you again. As soon as you both turn the corner, and find yourselves away from prying eyes, Harry stops and turns, wrapping his arms around your shoulder and pulling you into him, kissing the top of your head. “I’m so sorry, angel. Are you alright?” 

“I’m fine Harry, promise.” You assure him, rubbing his back softly. “You didn’t have to come back for me, you could have just sent one of the guys.” 

“Absolutely not.” He said in a clipped tone. “You’re my girl, it is my job to protect you and keep you safe. I’ve already failed at that once tonight.” You heard his voice waiver, followed by a barely audible sniffle. He was definitely crying.

You pulled away, looking up at his misty eyes just as a single tear broke free and rolled down his cheek. “Harry,” you said softly, placing your hands on his cheeks, wiping away the rogue drop with your thumb. “It’s okay, I’m okay.” 

He places his hands over yours, which are still rested on his face. He pulls them off and brings them to his lips. You see a swarm of emotions in his eyes; sad, tired, apologetic. Your heart is breaking for him. 

“Come here,” you lead him over to a nearby seating area, guiding him down into a chair. “Talk to me Harry, what’s going on.” 

He stays silent for a moment, trying to organize his thoughts. He lets out a deep sigh, running a hand through his hair. “If something had happened to you out there, it would have been my fault.” 

“Hey,” you furrow your brow. “First of all, nothing happened to me, so there’s no point in sitting here worrying about it, especially with everything you’ve got going on. Second of all, it one hundred percent would not have been your fault.” 

“It’s just…” Harry pauses. “I appreciate my fans, I do…”

“Harry,” you stop him. “Those weren’t your fans. Sure, there were a couple of them there, but they were easy to spot because they were being respectful of you and your space. The rest of them were just paps and autograph sellers. They were there to make money, they didn’t give a shit about you, they were on the clock.”  

Harry nods in understanding. His tormented gaze slowly begins to soften. “How are you so good at this?” You give him a questioning look. “I brought you into all of this, the crazy mobs, the gossip, everything, and you haven’t let it get to you at all.”

“Because I love you,” you shrugged. “If that’s the stuff I have to put up with to be with you, then I’ll put up with it with a smile on my face, because the reward of getting to be by your side is worth it.” 

Harry surged forward, crashing his lips against yours, unable to express in words just how much your words mean to him. He pulls away, cupping your cheek tenderly. “I can’t wait until next week. I won’t have to worry about shows, you and I are going to disappear from the world, and I’m going to be able to thank you properly for being the best thing that has ever happened to me.” 

“By sleeping for a week straight?” You arch a brow. “Because that’s what you’re going to need more than anything.” 

“As long as you’re sleeping next to me.”

“No place I’d rather be.” You smirk.

He pulls you in for another kiss, this one cut short when you hear them call Harry to board the plane. He stands first, offering his hand to you. You take it happily and he leads you out to the tarmac. 

You and Harry settle in side by side. You let out a small laugh as you wait for the plane to take off. 

“What’s so funny?” Harry asks you. 

“Nothing,” you chuckle again. “I was just thinking, I survived the great Break Stuff wall of death of 2017, but almost got taken out by a couple of Harry Styles groupies. I think being with you is making me go soft.” 

“Funny,” he huffs a laugh. “You have quite the opposite effect on me.” He looks at you with an arched brow and a smug smirk. You slap his chest playfully, your face going bright red at his comment. 

[trulybetty]

Sunday Week In Review XIV

How's everyone doing? I skipped out on last week's update since it was a really slow week on all fronts for all the things for me last week. Things picked up a bit this week - but I'll be honest, I'm having a hard time finding my feet around here at the moment and finding a groove to get into.

Not sure if it's that time of year, a bit of a writing lull or what - but I've been a little meh, not in the sad sense - more like I'm a petulant child offered six different things and I turn my nose up at all of them because I don't know what I want lol.

Also trying to figure out a system for getting through my TBR list, right now it feels like it's out of control and there are only so many I can read in a week. Especially since I want to get through some of my physical TBR pile and dedicate a couple nights a week to offline reading.

Anyway, enough about me seemingly channelling Baby Truly™️ - on with the recap of the last two weeks!

T R U L Y   U P D A T E S . . .

I did a second round of the 'First Sentence' ask game, which I absolutely adore! If you haven't done it before, I very much recommend it! If you do this, tag me so I can come throw a sentence at you!

Round 2

tim x cagney (f!reader)

jack x reader (f!reader)

joel x Charlotte (OFC)

dieter x bryony (OFC)

jack x reader (f!reader)

frankie x clementine (OFC)

W H A T   I   R E A D . . .

Delta Landscaping (Triple Frontier) by @rhoorl Jess' series has me on tenterhooks for every update and then on the edge of my seat waiting for more! This last update we entered the start of Frankie's arch and while it pulls at the heartstrings, I'm so here for it and what's to come next! Also, Benny entering his Rocky era (Jess didn't write this, I've decided it) is something I'm also very much ready for!

Paranoid Hearts (Javi P.) by @goodwithcheese This series. This series is just something else and I finally got my ass into gear to get caught up, and while on the one hand, I'm sorry I started so late on the other hand I enjoyed this smorgasbord of Javi and Tabitha.

he makes life better (Joel) by @wildemaven This is such a warm comforting hug of a fic that just seeps into your bones, that makes your toes curl in softness and you re-read more than once. This is everything fluff should make you feel and I adore each and every last part of this and will be re-reading this.

Headshots (Marcus P.) by @secretelephanttattoo I was not ready for this to end, but El gave our boy Marcus the ending he and his Ella deserved and it was both spicy and sweet. If you've not read this yet, I suggest you do. Also, peep her forthcoming wip... 🔎

Thrash Metal (Dieter) by @morallyinept Jett is back with another delectably mouthwatering smutty one-shot with our favourite deviant Dieter Bravo. This is sinfully indulgent and a must-read and one that lends itself to definitely more than one read.

Six and a half minutes - Frankie's version by @avastrasposts This one calls for a breakout of the Hot Ones gif for sure, because this was the mood the entire time I read this. If anything, Frankie is not one to back down from a challenge...

Medicine (Joel) by @goodwithcheese I was so excited to see Megan had written for Joel that I had to drop everything to read this over my coffee the other morning. I love everything about the dynamic between these two and how Megan illustrates the deep affection they have for one another through their actions as we all know our post-outbreak Miller is not one quick with his words. I hope this isn't the last we see of Joel here!

M E M O R A B L E   P O S T S . . .

Heidi’s amazing mood board inspired by Sequins! 😍 I’m still in absolute awe of it and I love it so much! I think it's going to get a spot on my work desk this week! 💕

These thots had started off as Joel Thots, but have now morphed into Tim Thots and I'm not mad about it... might share a little snippet later 😏

@morallyinept's 'Ode to Writers' this week - I'm going to refrain from getting on my soapbox here (I'd be here all day) - but the table is not finite, it's infinite. If you're not inching your chair down to make room for another chair, or pulling the spare chairs in from the garage, then maybe you need to re-evaluate your relationship with this community.

E N J O Y E D  T H I S  W E E K  . . .

Finally watching ‘Strange Way of Life’ and getting to live message my thots to @rhoorl as I watched - it was a cinematic dissection.

Date night with Mr. Truly - we spent the entire two hours wondering what people do on dates aside from watching their phones and waiting for a call to say your kids are out of control and have taken over Nakatomi Plaza. But needless to say, we had fun, I even ate a meal without someone else's hand in it.

Amazing moots being mooting awesome 🙌 - I'm thankful every day that I get to interact with some wonderful people and have found a lovely corner of this hell site to play in a sandbox with some amazing people 💕

S P E C I A L M E N T I O N . . .

Check out this writing challenge that myself and a group of people that I'm lucky to call moots created that we would love for you to join in on! Everything about it is random and everyone starts with the same parameters and everything else after that is up to you! So excited to see what everyone does with this!

Do I know anything about Javi Pēna? Nope. Am I going to join in? Yes I am! 🙌

See you January 1st to dive into all the fics this challenge I hope produces! 💛

T H I S  W E E K ' S  J A M . . .

Thank you to @gnpwdrnwhiskey for inspiring this week's selection after she pointed out the parallels to Chiffon that I haven't been able to get out of my head since.

Hope everyone has had a great week! Here's to a great week ahead and I hope its a good one full of obnoxious drinks of choice and soft places to land and enjoy.

[sluttymickey]

hi hi flirty husband anon once again can’t sleep and am thinking about them and how desperately i wish canon showed more casual sweet moments later on because I think the juxtaposition of the dramatic nature of their relationship and kisses in the first half of the show with the comfortable, safer, more settled nature of the later seasons would just be so good. Like don’t get me wrong, I love everything we did get but I would pay good money for Mickey to kiss his husbands forehead when his husband isnt low or Ian to hug him outside of the comforting in the last episode. But anyway enough complaining i am thinking about KISSES and all the small and sweet ones and how I bet the first few times Ian kissed Mickeys cheek he had to psyche himself up first and was sooo 😳🦋😌 afterwards and now its just like HE GETS TO DO THAT EVERYDAY!!! TO HIS HUSBAND!!!! FOREVER!!!! and Mickey will still sometimes get that dazed look in his eyes or pull back blushing but for the most part he just smiles up at Ian and then goes back to whatever hes doing. Oh and we were also robbed of nose kisses and Ian scrunching his face and smiling so big and stupid when Mickey leans up to kiss his nose. Also I have already brought this up but it is because i know in my soul that Ian is always kissing Mickey’s stomach and when they were younger Mickey would pull back and hint at ian to move somewhere else because shit that feels weird and is too gentle in a way that makes his skin burn but later when they are married Ian will kiss all over his tummy and sides and Mickey will just giggle a bit and repeat Ian’s name because its ticklish and maybe also kick his feet a bit but never push Ian away and enjoy smiling and laughing and being silly with his husband okay exiting my soapbox now good night take care 💛

Hello!! Hello <333 missed seeing you in my inbox!!

Literally!! It's ABOUT THE CASUAL INTIMACY 😭🥺

Kisses 🥺🥺 I love blushy mickey getting his first soft lovey dovey kisses 🥺🥺 and even after all this time he's just 😊☺️ after every kiss!! Like this:

Nose kisses 🥺 I'm a SUCKER for Mickey being able to be soft now 🥺 see also: tummy kisses 🥺 freckles kisses 🥺 hand kisses 🥺

Also I'm SENSITIVE about them being soft about each other's tummies!! The kisses!! Blowing raspberries sometimes lol. Laughter in bed is one of the BEST forms of intimacy 😭 just them existing and being giggly and soft in their own little bubble 🥺

(talking about tummies, mickey in DIY crop tops in the summer!! Thoughts???)

[samkat10423]

Government Center

So, you’ve all seen the government center in Bridgeport, if you have Late Night. I think that was when the dual-purpose rabbitholes first came into being. Anyway, I did make a few changes. First, I changed all the trees on the lot and added a few more. (Along with the overly tall fencing EA had around each of them. I used one that I got from @grandelama​ that I absolutely love and over-use.)

Then I gave my political Sims a podium from which they can share their agenda with the working-class, and assure them that, “Yes! Your hard-earned simoleons that we’ve taxed to the limit are being spent by us, your local representatives!” I also gave my poor schmuck taxpayers a soapbox that they can stand on when they hold their protests. And just so neither party will feel that their message is going unheard, I gave them some pigeons. 

This is the back of the lot as EA lovingly created it. Not sure what was going on in their tiny minds when they added that stupid garage, but I got rid of it. BTW, you can see the crummy little trees they picked. Lazy, lazy, lazy!

Since my Sims do love their ice cream (and nectar) and I lost my ice cream shop when I trashed that Red Light lot, I built them a new place here. Along with a newsstand.

Now, after a hard day of protesting and being chased off by the resident police, my Sims can spend their simoleons at the government-run ice cream shop! 

Or they can buy a newspaper and see if the local news team is covering their protest. (Probably not).

My politicians, on the other hand, can amble right across the street and drown their woes in a pint or two at the Black Penny. This is an old, old lot by Kate at Parsimonious Sims. I used Awesims’ cornice on the roof and added some signage. And some graffiti on the other side that I was going to take a picture of, but Sir Henry Mousifer - aka: Demon Kat - decided to “help” me and caused my game to crash. So, I’ll take more pictures next time. I also added parking in the back, some more streetlights, and different paving for the sidewalk. Inside, I left it pretty much alone, except I placed a couple of MsPoodle’s poker tables because I figure after a hard day of dealing with the unappreciative public, one must drown one’s woe in booze and poker! 

I did manage to save before my “helper” arrived, and while I was waiting, I noticed this flying gnome. This is a tomb lot, but I’m not sure which gnome that is. And I’ve never actually seen one fly before, so I decided to save the moment for prosperity. 

[singsweetmelodies]

Oh my godddd!! Kiss fic anon here.. I wasn’t trying to be mean but I’m sorry if you felt like i was😭 😭I’m always checking my bookmarked fics n I saw both of your fics there and idk it made me sent that ask.. I didn’t even reread the mesg. Tbh I’m very bad at putting whatever is on my mind into words😅

Anyways, you take all the time you need dear🤗. For me also these last few weeks were really hectic. I was trying to relax a little bit with ao3 you know 🫢 I’m really sorry if I was a bit harsh, it wasn’t intentional.. still, made me smile when I saw your reply 😁

hey anon! thank you so much for clarifying ❤️ you're all good! i did not read your initial ask in that way - although i do think it's crucial to tread very carefully with this kind of ask.

to be clear, this is not an attack on you personally, anon. not at all. but it is true that many writers (myself included) have unfortunately had bad experiences with this sort of thing, so i do want to just take a moment to explain why many of us might react badly to an ask along the lines of the first one you sent.

the thing is: writers on AO3 do this all for free, and we do it while also balancing our real lives. we do it because we love it and we love our readers, yes, but that doesn't mean it's always easy. writer's block and any number of real-life problems and reasons can come up at any time.

the problem comes in when we get an ask or a comment that doesn't seem to understand that. now, i do understand that this is often not the intention behind that comment, but it is all too easy for tumblr asks/comments asking for fic updates to seem like they're pressuring the writer.

it's like... i have written over two hundred and fifty THOUSAND words for this fandom, and i have done it completely for free, and in my own free time. now some person i don't know at all comes to me and basically DEMANDS that i do even more, on their schedule and not mine.

from a writer's perspective, it's easy to feel frustrated and/or demoralised by "when are you posting the next chapter" type comments. even if it is tempered by "i love your writing," as a writer it's easy to feel like you're not being appreciated for what you've already done. and, you know. we're humans too, not perfect writing machines who always stay exactly on schedule with everything. it's just nice to be treated like humans, y'know?

again, i understand that in many cases, none of the above is the intention of the ask/comment at all - which is why i think that phrasing is SO vitally important. instead of "when is the next chapter coming out? i miss this fic" it just feels kinder, to me at least, to say it more like "i love this fic SO MUCH... and i am so excited to see what happens next!! i will be here cheering you on for the next chapter (and rereading all the others in the meantime!!) thank you so much for sharing ❤️"

(istg just lost my entire ability to write a coherent comment when trying to do an example here 😭😭 but i hope you see what i'm trying to get at?)

speaking as a writer, one of THE best feelings in the world is to get a comment from someone who loved your story as much as you loved writing it. someone who's as excited for more as you are!! in my opinion, a good way to keep up this positive energy all around is simply to not ask the writer for a timeline. this is often impossible for us to provide - because like i said, we are HUMANS. life happens. writers can't predict it any more than you can.

just be excited with us. cheer for us and cheer WITH us. rather than demanding exact dates and putting pressure on a writer to try and create content faster when they might not be able to - just be there for the process, support us, and make us smile as much as our fics made YOU smile!!

... ah, wow, this has gotten to be quite a long reply 🙈🙈 i got on my soapbox a little bit, but this is something i feel quite passionately about, so i do hope it all makes sense! i also hope that you don't think i'm mad at you, dear anon who sent this - i'm not, not at all. i just wanted to take the opportunity to make things as clear as possible for everyone who might need to read this ❤️ thank you ever so and cheers to you if you've made it this far!! i appreciate you taking the time out of your day/night to give this a read 💙

[reclusivedouche]

Riverdale 7x10 Thoughts

This episode is so gay holy shit!!

Okay, please understand Archie and Reggie are boyfriends god

And honestly Betty and Veronica, like come on that would work too

Basically that's how it ended up, how it should've been

Reggie and Archie must kiss

This episode was great because no Alice or Hal

Too much Frank

Fuck tho when Reggie came home all late and Archie did the dad talk fuck

The fanfiction I am currently writing in my head

I also love that they're not just glossing over the Betty and Reggie potential over the cars.

Really looking forward to the kissing next week lmao

Also a great no Julian episode. He sucks, like I get it but like he's only good to get punched

Love some Cheryl and Toni (and even Clay) even if it means we have to deal with Kevin, also

Seven seasons and I have never once, not once, liked Kevin

It's fine, his stories are always fodder for better storylines

Anyway

I do love how delicately they're doing Cheryl and Toni this season. Everyone's one true OTP hahaha

Love to learn Brad Rayburry had a black wife down south.

I love that she showed up and gave good evidence of not suicide

She was so cute

Jughead and Tabitha are so cute

Idk why tf y'all are so mad this is still in the 50's like??

This season is peak, so so good

And fun??? Sorry but the last few season, tho good have been kind of a slog

whatever tho that's just me

I am concerned Tabitha is leaving again because we need a Jabitha kiss asap???

Lest we forget:

My absolute favorite moment omg I'm still thinking about how great it was

Like yes it was sad, of course, but like it's great for the story

Why does no one like this show for the story like when are you ever given something this bonkers

This is literally written by people from the Glee writer's room like

You all loved that shit but?

Whatever

I am annoyed we did not get to actually see Fang's concert. Even just a few screens like we just get him singing tuttie fruttie or whatever while he walks to Midge bc ofc he is famous now

Or gonna be

Look tho, Fangs is great this season. He is looking fine af

And like

He and new Midge have great chemistry

I'm sure this plan for him being famous is definitely going to smooth over the pregnancy for Midge's parents like

I'm here for it tho, I cannot forget the frogs pregnancy test, which is real

I'm also again glad Alice was not in this episode as she is literally my mother (this season specifically) so I cannot

Hear me out, tho - if the next episode is Halloween, I mean Julian has to dress up as like the doll?? Like he has to??

I bring this up bc Halloween is my mother's birthday so it applies

It is almost 4am and I should go to bed but like

Why?

Archie and Reggie wrestling in the ROAD

Just kiss

I get that's the straight man's "kiss" but like

Also out here Pops is just giving these kids everything always?

lmao a car to Reggie

Either way, they just need to take one of the cars up to lovers lane so things can get steamy bc

We cannot do anything with Uncle Frank around??

Again, I must ask, what were he and Hal doing that they both showed up in Betty and Archie's rooms during the peep show AT THE SAME TIME

Gay shit

Or KKK things maybe? Yikes. Idk what older white men of this season are doing but

it is gross and I hate it

The full on lack of adults in this episode was perfect also more of that please

Again, I cannot overstate this, but this 50's thing should last most of the season because it is fun and enjoyable and the story is gonna end how it ends so why be stressed

It's so good, I will not get off this soapbox ever sorry

Don't @ me either

Goodnight

[kyrodo]

October 2020 was a horrible month. It marked the final end to our interaction that broke the glass that held back all my tears. Broke my heart almost irreparably. Broke my sense of trust in people. It marked the first time I ever saw snow. And for the first time in my social and work career I was teaching people how to do things as well. And all the bullshit that you surrounded me with gradually fell apart. I was getting more productive at work again despite talking to my phone a lot since you were likely still listening in. Partly because of the constant need to prove myself.

After all your insults and mockeries and pretending I was the worst human being on the planet I kinda had to. In as many areas of my life as I could I had to shatter that entire image you made of me until it was nothing but a bloody pulp on the ground. That was how I was going to move on. I would move on with as much grace as I possibly could and break every fucking assumption that I was going to handle it terribly. I had to show you up as much as I possibly could.

And that breathed new life into me. That gave me purpose. And my purpose was to destroy you. If you so much as thought of continuing to make me a spectacle to all your followers I was going to exploit it to the fullest. And it fucking worked. My time early on back at Marcus's place was extremely miserable, but when my heart started to heal up I made it a point to get to my feet again.

I cringe at some of the things I said and showed both when it was text only and after our devices became listening devices for you without our consent. Especially the singing. But I would be way more embarrassed if I was on the other side. Embarrassment is the acknowledgement that someone witnessed something you didn't want them to. That witness is living proof of your biggest failures, and he is right here. And everyone you ever got involved with this, there's that too. With you living in a world where peer pressure is pervasive, and morals selective or not come into question, you are 100% fucked. Karma always claims its debt.

Whenever any of them have questions they'll come to you not me, so have fun answering them. And all along I thought I was supposed to be the trainwreck.

You always made me question whether or not you believed I was even real, or anything I ever described about my life including allergies and career choices. But I know better now that it was a toxic tactical decision and not actual distrust.

Gaslighting was your strongest weapon. You constantly forced me to over explain myself or to spend too much time describing something so you could find something to exaggerate or take out of context. You used the cheapest tactics you could find because all you had at that point was bullshit. Because without gaslighting me you are completely fucking defenseless. And that is some of the saddest fucking shit. The moment we start saying what we mean you are forced to admit that you're a total bitch.

You're behavior for 4 months in a row shows so clearly that your greatest weakness is accountability. You never admit a fucking thing no matter how big or small. You know you're rotten to the very core, you just don't like saying it out loud. You'll point out any detail to get people off your back, like the fact that I kept deleting my posts. So long as you can keep your fragile ego in tact. I'll say a bunch of mean things and delete it when it no longer serves. I felt leaving such things up was not a great idea anyway whenever it felt like we were going to make things up to each other. I also deleted things I knew you'd take out of context because you were the fucking type. I deleted every one of my posts almost every time I closed my Twitter account thinking I was never going to open it again because I was self destructive. Because I wanted to greatly diminish any value in reopening it so I would quit Twitter completely and I failed because it was not only my soapbox but my only way to contact you. I deleted my entire history and you took advantage of that so you could pretend you had a good reason to attack me.

I used to be very insecure about my age, and well a few other things that aren't actually harmful when you understand the full extent of things. I don't feel that way anymore. Sure I'll never be as into memes, tiktok and other nonsense like a lot of younger people tend to be, but that's fine with me. Vrchat helps you understand that there really aren't that many differences between people at least within a range and I tend to be popular regardless. I get to act like a fursuiter without owning a proper one. I always knew I'd be good at it I'm just sad I didn't have the chance for the actual thing. As always people are always surprised when they hear my actual age, and it seems to further drive home that all those insecurities I had age wise were really just in my own head, and the moment I stopped worrying about them it didn't really matter anymore.

There's so much I never got the chance to do but I am on a very good path to get there. And furthermore despite how strong my text can be online, I have a soothing voice. Moreso than anyone I've met perhaps. Choskey really enjoys it and it relaxes him, but I've always had this voice. I always have this sugar whenever I am saying things like "have a good day", that's even more apparent when I am saying things out of love or when I am listening to people. And it is a very good skill to have. I know how to be patient, how to be nice, how to be soothing and understanding. And there's not a chance in hell you'll ever be able to do the same. People love my voice and I've learned to love it too.

I've had my time in the spotlight running circles around people in aram and going toe to toe with diamond borders. I've made some amazing advances in my playstyle for adofai and my ability to recognize patterns or control how often I need to alternate hands for psuedos. And I am probably the slowest to anger person you'll ever meet in most cases, which is very much not made obvious by my rants.

But I went from being extremely persistent volatile and explosive online to being extremely comfortable with myself and the way I handle myself and the way I act in respect to other people. And I am no longer afraid of you. I am no longer someone you can easily cast a dark light on. Because I don't fit. Because I made every right choice I could've possibly made after you left. And there's nothing left for you to condemn save all the cheap things. And that's good enough for me.

I am a healthy mix of strength and calm. Of raw emotion and control. I have the wisdom to avoid being on the wrong end of any conflict. I have understanding and self-awareness in overabundance. You will never see me in the same sorry state I used to be ever again. I'm going to make it really fucking hard for anyone to justify launching another attack against me. Even if you aren't here to recognize how far I've come, I am.

Every step I take away from you is a step towards a better life, better company, and a better me. Objectively so. You had me on a pedestal as if I was the worst person in the entire world and here I am evaluating what the fuck I walked away from. At least in one aspect I will never be your equal. You fucking dumbass. Holy fuck it doesn't take a whole lot to turn you into a monster does it!?

[luparaneo]

Lupa Plays Genshin: AQ Ch. 4 Act 1

The unique tag is now "genshitposting" for any y'all who want to block my specific blabbering but not Genshin as a whole, I'm also adding the Archon Quest tags out of courtesy since Fontaine is still the most recent area (new player who dis) (I have been playing for two months)

anywho

hey I know you! ... you've been sitting in my archive for over a month

I knew a handful of spoilers going in to Fontaine so I know a little bit of the disk horse with how your character treats Lyney/Lynette and it was just as obnoxious as I expected (more on that later)

mood? mood.

tired boy makes an appearance. immensely regrets his choice

Paimon's face here actually made me like her for the briefest of moments ("this dumbass is fucking around and is gonna find out")

like we're buddy-buddy friendly with THIS asshole (affectionate, ilu 'Tag) and even though I hear they sanitized the fuck out of him in limited events that I have unfortunately missed, and he regretted his actions after, but Tartaglia STILL released an Old God who was going to destroy an entire city of innocent people

moving on, have Ayato on vacay

he's so nice ;0;

I was still processing someone literally going splat like holy shit

damn Furina has no chill when you first meet her in the Archon Quest and it's actually infuriating lmao, I liked her a lot more in the Roses & Muskets event

the reveal they're with the House of the Hearth made me so mad

it boggles me how awful our protags treated the twins who were literally orphans at the time, AND WE ARE APPARENTLY FRIENDS WITH THE FUCKING ELEVENTH FATUI HARBINGER TARTAGLIA, as if they had a choice in the savior that came to their rescue.

like holy fucking shit did they come out of a bad situation

honestly I find the Traveler just as annoying as Paimon at times but shoddy writing can't be helped

anyway /kicks soapbox >:( playing attorney was fun! and my friends are enjoying seeing me suffer when my braincell vibrates and I connect the dots!

[its-a-crazy-world-aintit]

Music Analysis Time!

Listening to music the other week and come across Gang of Youths "Achilles Come Down". It is gorgeous!!

I google the lyrics to get clarification on a few of the overlapping lyrics and a translation for the french sections and am shocked that one of the first things to pop us as a popular search is "did he come down?"

What?!? How is that in question? Did you listen to the song?

I played it for my sister and she actually asked me the same question. I stared at her dumbfounded for several moments before giving a music lecture that lasted half an hour.

Condensed Version:

YES! He did come down. The music makes this plain.

Long Version:

The song starts with our hero on the roof and the vocalist appealing to him to come down. This continues for a couple of verses, appealing to logic and resorting at one point to jump too.

Another voice cuts in, Achilles inner demon, telling him why he should just go ahead and get it over with. (While it is the same vocalist singing you can hear a distinct difference in the voices.)

The first voice comes back in warning him against listening to the demon (alcohol) and while life may be pointless you can make your own meaning.

The next verse both voices sing contrasting messages at the same time, refuting the others points. They then merge at the very end:

Be done with this now and jump off (get off) the roof Can you hear me, Achilles? I'm talking to you I'm talking to you

And the second voice fades out as it continues:

I'm talking to you I'm talking to you Achilles, come down Achilles, come down

At the end of this phrase, the music turns from somber to a more slow hopeful sound, before almost lurching back to what we have heard the rest of this song.

The second voice fading out and the more hopeful music sends a clear signal that Achilles is convinced to come down. The jarring back to what we have heard previously may be that he changed his mind but was already within reach of the first singer and prevented from jumping when the doubts creeped back in.

The final lines imply that that they won the battle today but the war will wage on but that it is always better to keep moving forward.

For many people I know (myself included), that have had a "jump" moment this is a very powerful and hopeful song BECAUSE he doesn't jump.

I think we are missing something by not emphasizing music literacy. And i don't mean heavy music theory, but how changes in music mean things. I have been lucky enough to have been immersed in music on a day to day basis since I was young but I think we do a huge disservice to many kids now by not teaching them how to analyze what they are listening to.

Anyway before I get even more on my soapbox, I think I'll stop here.

[trashlord-chichi]

I don’t believe in “real life” soulmates, I think it’s why I love the trope so much.

That being said, I do believe that there are infinite numbers of people that you can and will fall in love with in a life time. Sometimes that love will burn hot and die quickly, sometimes you will barely grasp it before it’s yanked from your reach, and other times you’ll find it right in front of your face and wondering how you missed it. Some of that love is meant to be temporary, some of that love will return to you, and sometimes you realize what you have the moment you have it and you never have to let it go (that’s less common IMO, all the good healthy relationships I know in my life include a moment of the two individuals needing time to grow independently, this is especially true for relationships that started between teenagers.)

I like to believe that if Naruto and Sasuke were a real life love story, it would have been something like, young love that is let go and then found again later in life (Sasuke does have to leave the village in order to grow up, it’s canon 😉).

I may be a little bias, because that is my love story. The person I am with now in my 30s is the same person I was with as an 18 year old. We didn’t talk for nearly 15 years, but when we reconnected, it was like I was experiencing the love that I had yanked away from me over a decade ago. But it was different. Refined like a good quality wine, left in a barrel to be rediscovered and savored.

I don’t believe in soulmates, but I do believe in finding someone that compliments you in a way that is unique entirely to that relationship. I’m grateful for the love I experience between the time me and my partner had apart, but I think it’s what makes this love so much richer. I knew them as a child and now I know them as an adult, and while we didn’t grow together we still managed to grow in the same direction.

We sometimes have misunderstandings and we sometimes hurt each others feelings, but there is a core of mutual respect and desire to care for one another and that’s more valuable than a lot of people are willing to give credit to. When you find your person, they will inspire you to be the best version of yourself. That includes recognizing that mistakes happen and choosing to love that person even when you two are arguing with each other. (This is not an endorsement to tolerate bad behavior, a healthy relationship is built upon healthy communication, respect, and beliefs. As someone really smart once asked me, how can someone love you if they don’t believe you deserve basic human rights?)

Anyway. Off my soapbox.

You will one day find your Naruto/Sasuke because while that person may not have been created as your soulmate by a moon god, there is still someone in this world that managed to grow in the same direction you did.

does anyone else consume stuff about naruto and sasuke and get genuinely sad because. like lets be real. there is nobody on earth that exists that is your other half like THEY are their other halves. Not someone who understands or whatever. Just any one capable of harboring that much love for someone else. thats just. thats not happening. unless uh. any of yall folks on tumblr fw the color orange? who personally wear lots of blue? anyone?

[londonfoginacup]

A New Larrie’s Guide to Tumblr

A probably incomprehensible, certainly incomplete list of what you need to know; whether you’re coming from a different platform or discovering Larry for the first time. 

My credentials

Hello! I’m Emmu. I’ve had tumblr since… 2008? Maybe 2009. I moved over from deviantArt and used Tumblr as a personal art blog for many years. I joined the One Direction fandom in 2014, so my 1D blog has 8+ years at this point. That being said, I will get on my soapbox a bit during this. Please excuse me, I’m quite passionate about cultivating a happy and healthy fandom.

What makes Tumblr different

The biggest thing that makes Tumblr, as a site, different from Twitter or Instagram is the rejection of algorithms. The “following” tab on your dashboard is in chronological order (and if it isn’t, you can – and should – change that), and the “for you” tab is both a recent feature and rarely used. Tumblr has very little algorithm, and the algorithm they have isn’t very good. It means that you’ll get the most god awful ads you’ve ever seen on this site, because they don’t utilize your data well. And that’s to your advantage.

Tumblr is a great place because you can curate what you see more than other social media. The people that you choose to follow are the only people that you see on your dash (unless you choose to follow tags, which I guess is an option? @lululawrence says “it is and it used to not do anything unless you went to the search page and then it would like autofill your followed tags options, but NOW they take those followed tags and plop them on your dash... SOMETIMES. usually only on mobile. but if there's only one new post in the tag, it shows you that post OVER. AND OVER. AND OVER AGAIN. IT'S SUPER ANNOYING ACTUALLY. SO I STOPPED FOLLOWING TAGS. lol anyway”).

So, the site is in chronological order. This is its biggest selling point.

There is also the opportunity for long posts. Masterposts. Things that are searchable without having to read through pages of screenshots or condensed twitter threads. You can write a whole lot more without worrying about character limit. People publish whole fics on here (I suggest ao3 for that, but tumblr is technically an option!).

Another important thing to know about tumblr is that the archives on tumblr run deep. There are newer larries here, and a lot of them, but you can also find older larries. People whose 1D blogs go back to 2010 or 2011. You can dive into the archives and read firsthand accounts of what was happening with One Direction or larry at that very time. Doing a bit of research means you find cute fetus pictures of the boys, but also you’re able to figure out for yourself whether something actually happened. Rumors always seem to spread quite easily and fandom memory always seems impossibly short, but here on tumblr you’re able to find out for yourself. That means the next time you hear about how xyz thing happened a long time ago, check out some of those archives and see what you can find.

Also, my personal favorite part of tumblr is that old posts are just as valid as new posts. Find a masterpost about RBB and SBB from 2015? Go ahead and reblog that; bring it back to the circulating dash. People will love that. Find a fanartist that you really like? Search through their tags, reblog anything you want. It’s not considered stalking or weird in any way. We love bringing back old posts here. Tumblr is a website where you’re not meant to just talk about the present. 

The cultural difference between Tumblr and Twitter

Speaking of the ways that tumblr and twitter are different, let’s talk for a moment about the 1D fandom in particular.

I’ve held this theory for a while that the twitter (and instagram) algorithm is fracturing the fandom. Because twitter is so dependent on the algorithm, people are more likely to split apart and join smaller and smaller communities based on smaller, more specific opinions. Tumblr, being a place where you don’t just get a post on your dash because someone else liked it, doesn’t have those smaller cliques. There are larries, and there are antis.

(if you get really in the weeds, there are also larry shippers [who don’t believe they’re together but like to read it in fic], and houis [who think they were together but broke up], but I just don’t hear about them as much).

While I do occasionally hear about blouies on my dash, for the most part this is a culture that exists primarily on other sites. 

On another note, because tumblr doesn’t have that handy algorithm, we have to work to make it a more active space. Likes don’t do anything here for anyone other than you, and it doesn’t really change anything about what you’ll see on your dash. Think of them more like the bookmark setting on twitter or instagram. Reblogs are necessary to get anything spread. Anything that you enjoy, or that looks interesting for any reason? Reblog it! That’s the only way other people will see it! And leave a happy comment in the tags if you’ve got one (more on that later). 

And, while lurkers do exist in this fandom (and we love them), it’s important to get an icon and blog header that make you look like a real person. People on tumblr have long been in the habit of blocking shady blogs, mostly because of a bot problem, so if you want to lurk, you have to look like a lurker. Maybe reblog a post or two to establish yourself, and make sure you don’t accidentally look like an icon-less bot posing as a sugar daddy. 

How to set up your account

Okay, so you’ve got a tumblr. Let’s take a minute to fix up the settings so that you’re not getting, well, the worst version of the site. 

My advice is to start by going into your dashboard preferences and:

Turn off the best stuff first (it’ll just show you things you’ve already seen)

Turn off “include stuff in your orbit” (you’ll see terrible posts that are mostly NOT in your orbit)

Turn off “Included based on your likes” (again, you’ll see posts you hate)

Turn off “shorten long posts”. It’s a ridiculous setting that, like many things on tumblr, had potential but was rolled out in an incredibly unhelpful and user unfriendly way.

Once you’ve got that squared away, go into filtering and block any tags and content you don’t like, as that is always proper fandom etiquette. Not seeing things you don’t like is your responsibility, not the responsibility of the person posting them. I personally suggest adding the topics you don’t want to see to both the content list and the filtered tags list, as that gives a much better likelihood of posts that are particularly unsavory for you getting caught by the filters. Please also note this might need to be done on both desktop and the app separately as, depending on where tumblr is at the moment, these filters do not always carry over from one application to the other.

Now scroll down to tumblr labs. These are their experimental things. Some are good! Some are very bad. They do change, though, so this might get out of date pretty fast.

Personally, I enabled fast queue

And disabled everything else

ALSO, an important note, if you are using the apple app, you need to go in and turn off the adult content filter. No idea offhand where that is, but it means posts that include tags like “mine” and “girl” are blocked. It’s ridiculous. 

Who to follow and how to find them

So, you’ve got a new tumblr and need people to follow. This makes sense! To really fill up your dash, I’d suggest the following

Find one person you like. There’s a good chance you know at least someone from twitter who also has a tumblr, so you can start there. If you’re not from twitter, or are looking to start fresh, you can dive into the search function (I’ve never tried finding someone this way myself, but searching larry stylinson or something similar would probably get you started)

Find the people they reblog from and check out each of their blogs! Follow people that make you happy

Follow some update accounts! Thinking of some off the top of my head, there’s @HLUpdate, @Stylesnews, @dailytomlinson, @HLDailyUpdate, or @neilswaterbottles (there’s definitely more though). 

Follow some fanart or fic rec accounts! 

I’d always suggest @1d-fanart or @hlcreators for art. 

For fic, you could check out @hlficlibrary, @ficsyoumayhavemissed, or @thelarriefics. 

Or, recurring fic fests! @onedirectionbigbang or @wordplayfics, which happen every year.

And if you end up not enjoying someone you’ve followed? Unfollow them! It’ll make you happier.

How to interact with posts

Tumblr is all about tags. Do you have a comment or thought? Reblog a post and say your thought in the tags. That way anyone you follow will see it, and the person who made the post will see it. This way a post doesn’t end up with a lot of cluttery additions that don’t mean a lot to the average person reblogging it, but if you browse the tags of posts you’ll find lots of interesting things. Tags can be used to keep track of things, too, of course — some people tag all pictures with who’s in them, or tag art or fic with tags that mean they can find them again. Tags are versatile! But reblog, don’t just like, and tag! The more you interact, the happier content creators are!

What not to do

Don’t repost. If you see something you like on tumblr, reblog it. Even if it’s a really old piece of fanart (like circa 2011). Reblog that old post! Reposting means people don’t get credit, and it doesn’t link back to them. That’s not cool, and in the long term makes fandom less happy.

How to cultivate a happy and healthy fandom

Send happy anons! Ask how people are doing, do question memes, say how much you loved fic/art/edits, etc.

Reblog art. Reblog fic. Reblog what makes you laugh. The more you reblog, the more other people see, the more the fandom moves! Content creators just want their things seen; every time you reblog, their phone gets that little notification and you’ve given someone a bit of happiness.

Unfollow people who annoy you. Follow people who make you happy!

If someone has a take about 1D that you don’t agree with, don’t tell them or send them argumentative anons. Find people who will agree with you, and complain to them privately. Or make your own post, not shading anyone, just presenting your own opinion and theories!

Remember that everyone is a real person. Cut them some slack when you find them being annoying. But also, unfollow. Curate your dash.

[storiesofsvu]

Journey to the Past Ch 12

Bryan Kneef x reader Warnings; language, alcohol, smut, daddy kink, semi-public sex. Also dont worry, there will be a direct follow up to this in the next chapter, it was just getting long so I split it lololol

You were glad that STR had high quality coffee and a decent catering room, because you’d been spending almost as much time there as you were at your actual firm. And unfortunately, it wasn’t because of Bryan. Your top partner had watched how well you’d worked with Diane and a couple of the other attorneys and thus sent you over to be liaison between the two firms when you worked through cases with the same clients, or similar type situations. You didn’t mind it, it was a nice distraction from sitting in your office all day, your case load was pretty small at the moment anyways, but it certainly wasn’t helping your commute.

You were in a boardroom, waiting for everything to wrap up as everyone said their closing remarks and finally a decision was made, signifying the end of the meeting. Despite Bryan’s reservations when it came to Diane you’d found yourself getting along rather well with her, she was at least the one who you knew you could catch her gaze from across the room in a joint eye roll when someone said something ridiculously stupid. Or like in the moment right now, where things had already been dragged out twenty minutes longer than they needed to.

“Someone needs to get off his fucking soapbox.” She muttered and you chuckled as the two of you packed up your things.

“At least he finally shut up.” You huffed out a breath as you pushed back your chair to stand.

“It’s like he doesn’t understand some of us have places to be and weekend plans.”

“Yeah, you got something exciting going on?” You asked with a laugh, following Diane out the door.

“Shouldn’t you?” She asked with a chuckle, glancing over her shoulder as you fell in pace beside her, “and I’d say more dreadful than exciting.”

“You’ve lost me, did I zone out at something important in there?”

“No.” She laughed once again, “I just assumed you be going to the Archibald silent auction dinner Friday.”

“Fuuuccckk.” You groaned, “yeah, I am, I just completely fucking forgot. My weekends have been reserved for… other things recently.”

“Yeah, what’s his name?” She smirked and you let out a laugh, not wanting to bring that up quite yet and you were happy she immediately dropped it, letting out a little sigh before she spoke again. “And of course it’s black fucking tie, you think they’d let us have at least one of these things be casual for once.”

“You’ve gotta be one of the top wins for the year to get invited to those ones, and let me tell you, the one in Turks and Caicos is worth the amount of ass kissing you end up doing.”

“Oh now you’re just bragging.” She teased with a laugh, stalling in her step as she reached the door to her office, swinging it open and heading inside. “Sunshine and white sand beaches beats four course meals and an open bar any day.”

“Hey, at least you’re married, you’ve got a permanent date to these things.” You huffed, leaning against the door frame and she glanced up at you with a small grin.

“Just bring that new weekend friend, he won’t know how treacherously boring these things can be.”

You let out a little laugh, ever thankful for her phone ringing and interrupting the conversation as she picked it up, giving you a little wave that you returned before leaving the doorway. You wandered through the firm, checking a couple of things on your phone while you thought about the upcoming gala. You abruptly halted when you passed Bryan’s office, realizing he was inside and the door was open, circling back you propped yourself on the door frame,

“Do you have plans Friday?”

“What?” He glanced up at the sound of your voice, brow furrowed, not even realizing you were at the firm.

“Stupid question, why am I even asking. You’re going to the silent auction, right?”

“Fuck…” He muttered, glancing down to his calendar to confirm that he was supposed to be in attendance, “yeah.”

“I completely forgot about it.”

“If you don’t have a ticket you can be my plus one.” He offered and you laughed, stepping into the office while your voice lowered, grin still on your face.

“Really!?” You barked out a laugh, “your plus one? That’s it?”

“That’s what the ticket says.” He defended and you laughed once again, shaking your head.

“I have my own ticket but thank you. I was more hoping that I would have some company, Kim tends to disappear at these things long before they’re over and I hate having to do all the schmoozing myself.”

“Okay, so…how about instead of plus one, you can be my date?”

“Mmm…” you murmured, pretending to think about it for a moment, “that does sound a lot nicer.” You let out a small giggle, “thank you.”

“I promise not to leave your side if you promise not to leave mine.”

“I feel like we’re about to make a pinky swear.” You teased and he chuckled.

“You said you forgot about it, you have something to wear?”

“No.” You grumbled, “I meant to go shopping with Kim on Tuesday and she got pulled into court early. I’ll have to go tomorrow.”

“Well, why don’t you take this...” He reached into a desk drawer, pulling out a black credit card from his wallet, “get yourself something nice, and something even nicer to go underneath.” He grinned as you took the card from him with a small laugh.

“You sure?”

“Yeah. Hell, take Kim with you, hit up the spa, you girls deserve a break.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” He cast you a small smile, feeling that warmth in his chest again, “hey… how’s the whole Catrina thing going?”

“Is that why you’re spoiling me?” You did your best not to roll your eyes as you slid the card into your wallet.

“I’m spoiling you because I want to.” He replied with a smirk, reaching out to squeeze at your hand, “and because I can.”

“And you really claim you don’t want to be a sugar daddy?” You teased and it was his turn to roll his eyes as you let out a small sigh. “It’s going. From what I know he still doesn’t have a lawyer, big surprise, the first step in dragging everything out as long as possible and making it as expensive as possible for her.”

“Did you take it pro-bono?”

“I’m still on the fence about taking it at all.” You shrugged, “if I don’t end up having to leave the city, I’ll probably give her a pretty big discount. At this point all I’ve done is give her a couple of names for good lawyers out there and processed the order of protection.”

“Keep me updated, okay? And please let me know if that piece of shit tries to contact you at all.”

“Bry…” you practically warned with a soft smile.

“I’m just saying.” He defended and you leant over to leave a kiss on his cheek.

“You’re cute when you’re worried.” You picked up your bag, “and thank you. However… it appears I’ve got some shopping to do.”

“Do me a favour and don’t max it out.”

“Oh please.” You laughed, letting out a quiet squeak when Bryan stood, pulling you back to him for a more intimate, deeper kiss.

“I’ll pick you up Friday?”

“Sounds great.”

**

Bryan was punctual as ever on Friday, knocking on your apartment door right on time and he practically had the life kicked out of him when the door swung open. You were in a stunning floor length black gown with a slit up to the middle of your thigh, it was off the shoulder and you’d pulled your hair up into an elaborate updo, a gorgeous diamond necklace around your neck.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Bryan swore and you let out a little giggle.

“I take it you like what you see?” You raised a brow, scooping up your purse as you stepped into your heels.

“Let’s just say now I’m wishing I was early so I had time to savour every inch of you.” He murmured, his hand sliding around your waist to pull you to him, lips meeting yours gently yet with a fire behind them. His tongue slid across your lower lip and you parted yours, letting him into your mouth, groaning as his tongue danced with yours before you reluctantly broke the kiss.

“Like you said, not enough time.” You muttered, “but maybe if you behave tonight I’ll let you fuck me in the bathroom at the Ritz. And I do have a special surprise for you.”

“Oh… well then I suppose I’ll be on my best behaviour.” He smirked, wrapping an arm around your waist, waiting for you to quickly lock your door before escorting you down to the car.

The ride over to the Ritz Carlton was rather uneventful, mainly because Bryan wanted to keep on your good side in order to find out what your surprise was. You caught each other up on your weeks and helped prep each other for the evening ahead, breaking out the sides of you that were ready for mingling, schmoozing and self promoting.

Bryan escorted you inside the hotel, hand on the small of your back as you made your way upstairs. The event was being held in one of the more private, chic ballrooms on the top floor, extending onto the outdoor terrace for the cocktail hour and after dinner. The space was set up elegantly, the hallway leading up to it acting as a lobby, tables against the walls filled with items for the silent auction. Inside the main room were round tables scattered through the space, a stage at the opposite end set up for some speeches later on, and most importantly, a very fully stocked bar running along the side of the room.

“Red or white?” Bryan asked.

“At a place like this? Bubbly to start.”

“Good call.” He winked, leaning in to kiss your cheek before sneaking across the room. You caught Kim’s eye and she very quickly wrapped up the conversation she was having and made her way over to you.

“Oh thank god, I was beginning to think you’d abandoned me.” She greeted with a quick hug and peck on the cheek.

“Were you not shopping with me yesterday?”

“Yeah but with how good you look it’s a shocker you guys even got out of the house.” She replied and you let out a laugh.

“I specifically told him to save that for later.”

“I’m kind of surprised you even brought him.” She muttered over a sip of her drink and you raised a brow.

“I mean he was already on the guest list.”

“Yeah but you don’t mix work and pleasure.”

“Kim, when have I had pleasure to mix with business before?”

“Way too fucking long ago, that’s for sure.” She shifted back into her almost work mode as Bryan returned, handing you a champagne flute.

“You must be Kim.” He greeted with a warm smile, “I’ve heard so much about you.”

“Likewise.” She accepted his handshake, “and I must thank you for the girl’s day, can’t say I’ve ever had someone else’s date do that for me.”

“Well I’ve gotta keep my girl happy, don’t I?” He replied with a grin, his arm resting on your back, hand lightly tickling at your skin through your dress as the conversation continued.

The three of you ended up in back in the entry ray, wandering through the silent auction, putting a bid down on things here and there. You spent some time chatting with other coworkers, potential new clients and socialites through the city. Bryan was lightning fast to refill your drink and brought one back for Kim too, you were nearly finished it when a man you didn’t know but recognized from STR came up to Bryan, clapping him on the back.

“Well if it isn’t Kneef showing up with two dates, always gotta uphold that reputation, don’t you?” The man let out a boisterous laugh before he disappeared into the crowd. Bryan glanced over at you and you raised a brow, but there was still a grin on your cheeks as you sipped your champagne so he didn’t bother trying to explain his way out of it.

It wasn’t much longer after that that champagne was replaced with wine and you were seated for dinner. Courses of butternut squash soup, beet and goat cheese salads, roasted salmon or filet mignon were served between speeches and some fun little awards. Bryan’s hand stayed on your bare thigh every moment it could, tickling higher and higher at the slit in your dress, drawing random patterns on your skin that left you shivering in anticipation. By the time dessert was served the drinks had been steadily flowing and the conversation was doing just that as well. Laughter and teasing jabs shot across the table, some guests in much deeper conversation that were more work related. People started to wander easily between tables, the bar, the silent auction and the terrace. A classy yet upbeat playlist of music echoed through the space. Bryan leant in, leaving a kiss on the side of your neck as he muttered something about changing out your drinks for scotch and you nodded, watching him wander away to the bar before you got pulled into a debate with Kim and another table mate.

Bryan sauntered his way up to the bar, nodding a greeting to a few people here and there before settling against the wood, ordering two high end scotches from the bartender. While he was waiting, the man from earlier, Ronald came up along with another one of his drinking buddies Ben, someone who Bryan could actually stand and went out with on the regular. Ron nodded at him, clasping at his shoulder as they settled in to the bar.

“You really bring two dates tonight Kneef?”

“No.” He chuckled.

“So which one is it?” Ben asked, glancing over towards the table, “cause I was at the Turks conference and you should see Kennedy in a bikini.” The men chuckled darkly and Bryan felt a surge shoot through him.

“I don’t need to see her in a bikini if I’ve already seen her naked.” He muttered into the rim of his glass and the men burst into a chorus of small cheers and laughs, “and believe me, you’re the ones missing out.”

“What, you’re saying you’ll share?” Ben asked with a wicked grin and Bryan scoffed out a laugh.

“Not this time.”

“Yeah, Kneef you usually bring bimbos to these things.” Ron noted, “and Kennedy, she’s far from a bimbo. She’s a fucking shark.”

“Just because she’s a shark in the courtroom doesn’t mean she’s one in the bedroom.” Bryan continued to speak softly, not wanting the comments to be heard over the music by anyone else, then again, this was the normal kind of guy talk that happened at these events.

“Shame she’s not on the auction block then.” Ben’s gaze drifted over towards your table and Bryan felt that surge again as the other man’s eyes dragged up your form, lingering a little too long on the swell of your breast. “Something tells me she gives great head…”

“Oh she probably takes it so fucking well, doesn’t she Kneef?”

“I think it’s about time you two start bringing your own dates to these things.” Bryan muttered in return, taking a hefty swig of his drink.

“Why? Looks like yours is on the prowl anyways?” Ben chuckled, taking a sip of his own drink and when Bryan looked up you were sauntering through the room towards the bar.

“Sorry to interrupt boys.” You greeted, lips pursed as you leant between the two of them to pluck your drink off the bar from in front of Bryan, “hope you’re not trying to steal my date.” You teased, pulling laughter and muted comments from the two of them, and just enough time for you to lean in, kissing Bryan’s neck and husking into his ear, “you have four minutes to meet me in the back bathroom.”

Shooting him a wink you nodded to the other men and wandered away through the room, ducking into a back hallway. The bathroom back there was as lavish as the rest of them, but most importantly, private, and not a lot of people knew about it. You had just enough time to down the rest of your drink, the alcohol warming through your entire body, feeling the tingles of arousal shooting through you after Bryan’s teasing touches and filthy words. The door swung open and you turned toward it with a smirk on your lips, watching the way Bryan swiftly locked it before he pounced on you.

“Do you have any fucking idea how absolutely gorgeous you look tonight?” He growled against your lips, hands gliding around your body, squeezing at your ass.

“I think I caught onto a hint or two.” You muttered back, surging toward him for a deep kiss, a hand slipping between your bodies to palm at his hardening cock through his tux. He’d already rid himself of his jacket, rolling up his sleeves before dessert to prepare for exactly this.

“Yeah?” He groaned, lips trailing across your chin and down your neck, teeth scraping at your skin, “you gonna tell me what my surprise is yet?”

“You’re almost there already.” You replied, a grin on your lips as he squeezed at your ass again. Your free hand moved behind you, shifting one of his hands so his fingers were tickling between your cheeks. They brushed up against the plug and you let out a little gasp, pulling a chuckle from Bryan.

“Is that what I think it is?”

“You know it is.” You murmured back, letting out a small moan as he pushed against it, “figured you can fuck my pussy right now, then take me home and fuck my ass after.”

“Fuck!” He grunted, rocking into the hand you had on his cock, “you’re so fucking perfect.”

You didn’t have the chance to reply as Bryan’s lips stole your breath for another kiss, this one deeper and more passionate than the last as he backed you into the wall. Your hands easily wound around him, one of his pinned between you and the door as he continued to squeeze at your ass, toying with the plug through your dress, the other resting on your hip. The kiss got more heated, his tongue surging into your mouth and massaging against your own as you moaned into the kiss, your breath swallowed down by Bryan.  Your fingers began to cling into his body, the leg exposed by the slit in your dress coming to wrap around his waist.

“You that needy kitten?” He chuckled against your lips, his mouth tracing down your neck once again.

“Why don’t you find out daddy?” You husked back, gasping as his beard scraped against your skin.

Bryan’s hand sunk from your hip, delving under the slit in your skirt to cup your heat and you let out a quiet whine, your head dropping back against the wall as he started to massage you through the delicate lace of your panties. He flung back the material of your dress, pinning it between you and the door and exposing the pristine white of your lingerie, the patch between your legs already darkened with your wetness. He chuckled darkly looking at it before kissing you again and one of your hands shifted up, scratching into his hair, holding him tightly to you as you whined into the kiss.

The hand he hand between your legs slid your panties to the side, trailing through your folds and you gasped into the kiss, your hips rocking forward to the touch. He simply teased you, fingers toying with you, spreading your juices around as you whimpered against his lips until he broke the kiss, lips meeting your skin between each of his words.

“Is my baby girl needy? Does she remember who this pussy belongs to?” He spanked at your clit at the end of his sentence and you gasped.

“You daddy.” You moaned softly.

“That’s right.” He sucked two of his fingers into his mouth in response, his eyes on you as he did so, watching the way you were watching him, the way your eyes darkened while you watched his lips wrap around the digits before popping them out.

His spit slicked fingers dove south, sliding through your wet cunt before they sunk in and you let out a moan, your pussy fluttering around them already. Bryan’s mouth was quick to return to your neck, biting and sucking at your skin, determined to mark you as his as his fingers pumped and curled within you. Your body was already on fire, skin prickling with pleasure with each thrust of his hand,

“Hurry, we don’t have much time.” You managed between pants, “want your cock daddy.” You let out a little whimper as his fingers crooked within you before scissoring, stretching you out, “now!”

“So fucking needy.” He growled, his hand sliding out of you, grabbing at your chin for a messy fiery kiss all tongue and teeth, pinning you to the wall.

Your hands sunk between your bodies, easily undoing his belt and pants, pulling his cock out, hard and heavy in your hand. Bryan couldn’t help the groan as you began to squeeze at him, teasing his balls. He reached into the back pocket of his pants, pulling out a condom, nipping at your lips as he did so. You heard the telltale sound of the wrapper ripping before he tossed it towards the trash, pulling the condom towards his throbbing cock. Your head fell back against the wall, already panting for breath as he went to slide it on.

“Shit. Fuck!” He growled.

“What?” Your eyes barely cracked open; hands still loosely clasped behind his shoulders.

“Fucking ripped it, I don’t have another one.”

“I don’t fucking care.” You replied, surging forward to steal his lips in another kiss, breathing your words against them, “I want to feel you.” Your voice had drifted into that dreamy tone and Bryan felt his entire body throb with desire at your words, “fill me up.”

“Yeah?” He grinned, “you want daddy’s cum spilling out into these pathetic things you call panties for the rest of the night? A nice little reminder of who you belong to?”

“I do.” You nodded, “and once we’re home I want you to fill my ass too.”

“Jesus Christ sweetheart.” Bryan couldn’t help but laugh, “you really are perfect. Are you sure?”

“Are you gonna keep talking or are you going to fuck me?!”

Bryan chose not to waste anymore time, his hand lining up his cock with your dripping pussy, sliding it in bare and you both let out a wanton moan of pleasure. Your head dropped forward onto his shoulder, whimpers echoing directly beside his ear as he set a steady rhythm fucking you against the wall.

“Oh my god..” you whined.

“You’re so fucking wet princess.” He groaned back, “such a fucking good pussy.”

“Fuck…” You moaned, “feels so good.”

Bryan picked up the pace, hips meeting yours with vigour as you did your best to control your moans. You could feel every ridge and vein of his cock and it was driving you absolutely wild, you wanted, him you needed him. Your hands clawed at his back, one of them managing to wrap around his neck, directing his lips back up to yours for a breathless kiss as his cock thrusted deeper into you.

“Oh fuck Bry!” You cried out as you broke the kiss and he chuckled, feeling his cock twitch inside your warmth.

“Quiet princess, we can’t have anyone knowing what’s going on in here.”

His hand cupped around your mouth to silence your moans and whines while he pounded you into the wall. Your hands grabbing at his body, meeting his hips with just as much power as he fucked you. You felt the fire shooting through you and couldn’t help but gasp when his free hand wrapped around you, grasping at the plug as he started to ease it in and out of your ass. The double stimulation was almost too much and you whimpered, feeling the tears pricking into your eyes. Bryan could feel your cunt pulsing around him, his hand vanishing from your mouth to rub at your clit while he fucked you.

“That’s it princess, I know you’re close, I can feel it, come for daddy.” He grunted between thrusts. You bit down on your lip, doing your best to hold back as the pleasure rocketed through your body, a small cry escaping your lips as your orgasm shot through you and you clung to Bryan. He let out a series of grunts as you shivered in his arms before you felt his cum shoot through you, filling you as his hips slowed.

“Holy fuck…” you muttered breathlessly and he let out a little chuckle.

“You really like that, don’t you?

“Mmhmm.” You replied and he stilled against you, kissing up your bare shoulder, up your neck and across your chin before finally finding your lips smiling back at him and he kissed you gently. This series of kisses were tender, his hand coming up to cup your cheek as he softened within you. He slipped out with ease, sliding your panties back into place to catch all of his cum, carefully wiping up any mess on your thighs, laying a soft kiss on one of them before coming up to standing.

“You alright?” He asked with a laugh.

“I will be when we get out of here.” You replied with a grin, swatting at his arm, “but go, go schmooze so we can leave early.”

“Exactly what I was thinking.” He grinned back, stealing another kiss before washing his hands and vanishing from the room.

You took another few moments to collect yourself and freshen up making sure your hair and makeup was properly in place before finally returning to the event. All things considered, your first destination was the bar, you needed a fresh drink after all.

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[ober-affen-geil]

I do it a lot here anyway, but allow me a moment to get on my archivist soapbox because this is not only cool af but important too.

The US National Archives (and this may certainly apply to other countries but this post is about this specific institution) has a lot of material. And that may seem like an obvious statement, but what I mean to say here is that it has a lot of unprocessed material.

“Processing”, in the archive world, is the word we use to mean “organizing the collection materials in a way that makes sense and describing the collection so people know what’s there”. Essentially, processing a collection or material is what makes it accessible to researchers. Think about how you organize yourself or your space. Most of the time when we acquire material we get it exactly how the creator kept it, which is ranges from neat as a pin to literal garbage dump, but mostly falls into the middle area of somewhat organized but also not really. Processing gives the archivist “intellectual control” (we go through everything so we now know exactly what’s in the collection) and gives researchers something to look at that’s a lot more manageable.

But, like I said, the National Archives has a lot of material. Which at this point includes a massive backlog. So what they have done, with the advent of the internet, is turned to crowdsourcing. (Using a large group of volunteers over the internet to accomplish more than the few people who work for the archive can do, and/or using group knowledge and skills that they don’t have to their advantage. Wikipedia or any fandom wiki is an example of crowdsourcing.) This is a long process, because anything they put up has to be digitized first, and that is not as easy as it sounds. I won’t rant here, but it’s time consuming, labor intensive, and in some cases not even feasible with the material.

Anyway, the National Archives crowdsources through a program that they call “citizen archivists”. It’s something that’s free and obligationless, it’s totally voluntary and you do things like add tags to pictures, transcribe documents that are handwritten or otherwise not word-searchable, and add comments about things that are missing information or context.

The reason I bring this up is because they have divided the work into what they call “missions”, basically just categories of material to work on. They have a new one that’s just been made public (likely because they finally got the digitization completed) that is a large collection of pictures consisting of Native subjects, and they need help tagging them.

So if you feel antsy and need something to do or you feel down and you want something positive, consider helping out the National Archives. Because the work the citizen archivists do makes the materials more accessible to the public, and ultimately to any and all future researchers out there. 

[lucifermorningstxr]

Lucifer wasn't always the best at navigating these things, but two things were true here: he didn't mean to hurt the Detective, and all he wanted was to fix what he'd done. "But Detective, I don't want you to lose your job over what we did! You always tell me not to do these things, and I do them anyway. It's free will, but surely you shouldn't be punished for mine." At his partner's desperate pleas, he softened a bit, stepping down from his soapbox. "Fine. Fine, you win, Detective. I won't say anything unless they move to fire you. Then all bets are off." His damn mandated honesty, but it worked out.

The brief respite from the heightened emotions was quickly ended, and back on the defense Lucifer went. "We were just kissing, Detective! Yes, PDA may be distasteful at times, but it's not illegal, is it?" He rolled his eyes, too proud to admit that internally, he'd already decided that would come to an immediate end. "Very well, but we will be revisiting this. He wasn't good enough for you, Detective." He bit his lip to prevent more honesty from vomiting from his divine mouth. He could unload on Pierce right then and there, but it wouldn't help anything. He was struggling to keep up himself, not one used to having these conversations with anyone, let alone someone he cared so much about. "No, I haven't been restraining myself. At least not on purpose." He sighed before continuing. "I didn't know I was, but Eve said I was. I punish bad guys, Detective, and that's the way I do it best, isn't it? That's what I'm good for, isn't it?"

There it was. It was all coming out now, and there was little Lucifer felt either he or Chloe could do to stop it. So he just relinquished himself to that fact and dove all in. What else was there to do when your partner knew you so well, knew how to get inside of you and call you out? He hated this feeling, but it's just Chloe. "I want to help you, Detective. I told you last night, I like work very much. I hated it when my Dad made me do it, but you don't make me do anything. But..." Another sigh. "... Eve was my first love, Detective. We had a lot of fun together back then, and now that she's back, maybe I was deluded to think I'd really ever be better than I was back then. Maybe my ego got the best of even me. Pierce was too good for you, but maybe Eve is all I'll ever deserve." He paused at Chloe's hand, seizing the moment to look around to make sure Eve hadn't followed at his feels like the cute little lap dog she'd been portraying herself to be. He listened, and he nodded. His bloody honesty. "Eve said I was trying to be someone I'm not with you, but I can't lie. I wouldn't lie. I wouldn't deceive you. Eve doesn't seem to think so though." He bowed his head in a moment of shame and embarrassment. Chloe shouldn't have to deal with this eternity-long trauma dump of his.

This afternoon was proving to be more of a rollercoaster than he'd ever intended for it to be, but it was probably a good thing that everything was finally being addressed. The Devil himself wasn't too bothered by the volume of the Detective's exclamation, as he had been open and honest about himself from day one, but he understood her hesitancy give the whole Kinley thing and therefore didn't take offense in the moment. Instead, he replied in a decently level, albeit shaky, tone. "Detective, I know you don't care. I know you're accepting it... I trust you. But you have to understand I'm used to being alone in this! I'm used to handling things my way because there was no other way! I was sent the bad guys to deal with all by myself. I've never had laws or restrictions, or," He took a deep breath before continuing, his hands clenched a bit at the anxiety coursing through his divine body. This whole vulnerability thing was really uncomfortable; how can humans do this all the time? "I've never had someone to share the load with me. Someone to count on and trust to make the right decisions with them, Detective."

His most vulnerable truths just kept flowing, but even the King of Fixing Shit didn't know if any of it would be enough to fix this one, but all he could do was give an honest wffort. "Detective, I would rather say something kind about my Father than tell you to go. It's not gonna happen." Never too much for serious moments, and with a penchant for using humour to cope, Lucifer coughed out a short laugh at his own joke before returning to the ambience of the moment. "I don't want to be anyone but myself with you, Detective. I don't lie about anything, and now that I know, I can't keep it up as it was. What example would that be for Trixie?" While he and the small human didn't have the most in common, they'd grown something of a relationship over the years, and he had secretly always prided himself on being a symbol for freedom and honesty in her eyes. He wasn't going soft by any means, but of course the Detective's offspring mattered to him, too. But that too was second to how much she meant to him. Similarly, his quippy line about Trixie would only be second to his confessions about her. He just needed a moment to collect himself before he could appropriately respond. "Detective, you are the most important person to me too, and that scares the shit out of me. Before I met you, I didn't know humans could be so good. I have never met someone like you, and I would do anything to protect you... even if the person you need protecting from most is me." A deep breath and another heavy topic later, onto Eve: "I understand it, Detective, and I agree. I don't even know if I want her around the penthouse anymore. I don't think I'm actually happy with her. I think we're too... grown." The revelation hit him like a truck, but a truck that would actually hurt a divine immortal. He blinked, not even believing his own ears, and studied the Detective's face for her response.

In all of his grandiose escapades, never in a million years did Lucifer ever think about how it would impact Chloe's job. After all, him and, by extension, Eve were just consultants. Why would their actions affect the Detective after she was on the record against them? Realizing the gravity though, he did feel pretty bad. "Detective, I'll talk to the Lieutenant. I'll explain everything. I'll tell her how you stopped me from going any farther than I did. You shouldn't be punished for the bad guys' actions." He took a pause, looking around a bit uncomfortable with his vulnerability before continuing. "You shouldn't be punished for our actions, for my actions, Detective. I'll fix this." The Devil doesn't lie, and Chloe knew that. He could've never dreamt things would go as badly as they had today, but he'd truly felt he was doing the right thing. Wasn't he just being himself like always?

At her next reprimand, the King of Hell just bit his lip. He hated to see Chloe like this at all, let alone as a result of his natural recklessness. "I knew you wouldn't want her help. You'd think we could handle this by ourselves... she just wanted to help! We just wanted to help." It was appsrent that Lucifer's defensiveness wasn't getting him anywhere, and with his internal aching for the Detective, he opted to relent for a moment. "I'd never set out to hurt you, Detective. We have our past, but it's not all bad... not by a long shot. I would never intentionally hurt you." His moment of vulnerability was cut short by her continued arguments against Eve though. "I don't make out with Eve to hurt you, or to be unprofessional. I do it because she's my girlfriend and she accepts me for who I am. She's not even a witness, she's just accessory consulting. I didn't think anyone would even care." He shrugged, but the look of care on his face was evident as he stepped towards Chloe. "I was unhappy with Pierce because he wasn't good enough for you! I know you deserve better, Detective." He took a deep breath. "Eve accepts me for who I am, so she's what I deserve." The mental picture he'd painted of him and Eve was rapidly fading away as it set in which woman really cared about him, but his self-loathing made it all the more difficult to accept. "If it'll make you happy and make things return to the way they were, I'll try... try to restrain myself. Happy, Detective?" The thing is though, as soon as the words left his lips, Lucifer knew Chloe wouldn't be happy. He wasn't even happy. But he was honest, and he was trying. The mention of Pierce really wasn't helping his regulation either, but he'd do his best to manage that quietly.

Nobody could put the Devil in his place like the Detective. For better or worse, she knew how to get through to him like nobody else could. What would normally result in furied anger with anyone else only made him feel guilty and sad when it left her mouth. Nonetheless, his ego led him to defend himself, to maintain his image in her eyes. "I didn't want you to see me like that, but isn't that why you have me work with you, Detective! Isn't that why we're a great team. Because we combine our skillsets to punish bad guys... isn't that what it's about?" Realizing he was stumbling over himself a bit, going in circles, he took a breath to reformulate his approach. "I don't want to get you fired, Detective. And I don't want to interfere with the case. I thought we were helping, and I'm sorry we weren't." And there it is again; Chloe putting him in his place. It devastated him to know she saw him in such a light, all because of Eve's persuasion. "I am the man you talked to last night, Detective. I am the man you thought I was. I just thought it was only part of who I was. At least, that's what Eve told me. She told me I'd never be better than I was when we met." He bowed his head for a moment like a bad dog. "Thank you for vouching for me with Detective Douche... Dan.... Detective." He nodded slowly.

He raised his head once more as she spoke of the difference between Hell and Earth. Wasn't he the same regardless of where he resided? Either way, he maintained an open mind as the two spoke. "I didn't like what I had to do in Hell, Detective, but I still had to do it. You don't like that I'm the Devil? Neither do I! But it's what I am. It's who I am, and I fear I can never retire from my identity as if it was only a job." His jaw shaking once more, his voice unstable with it. He was so close to boiling over with his issues, but he held it together for their betterment.

The Detective's tears were what really sent him over the edges though. Nothing hurt more than seeing the woman he cared about most cry. "Can we just... can we just give it another go, Detective? Please? I'll try to be what you need me to be. I'll believe you this time. I really will." A slight desperation in the Devil's voice, he needed more than anything right now just to pull her into his arms and dry her tears, but who would desire an embrace from a monster like him? "You know we don't lie to each other, Detective. I trust you. I really, really trust you..." A tear welled in his own eye. The most stoic Angel was on the verge of crying himself, all because he hurt the human he cared about most in this universe.

[sugar-petals]

♡ physical affection; levi

↳ NOTE. characterizing boyfriend levi, my passion project lmao! with some sexy moments included 👀

WORDS. ⇢ 7k

tags / warnings. ⚠️ smut, fluff, soft sub!levi x female reader, hurt/comfort hc, angst, shower sex, blowjobs + handjobs + boobjobs (yep. spoiling the captain), face-sitting, protected sex, soap kink, season 3-4 setting, no manga spoilers

Ready for a surprise? It’s not really about what kind of skinship he’s extremely selective about and what not. This is only something people would perceive about him at first glance. Instead, it comes down to how emotionally sheltered he feels. Because of his experiences, that predicates everything else. Which is why Levi’s sexuality is as complex as it is.

But also, in its sudden perfect expression once a person gives him a different perspective: That’s the time when he is touchier. The more in private, the better. The lights down low, with only a candle or two shining from another room. Broad daylight brings the harsh truths and the shaking ground. Nighttime is when Levi feels more intimate and open to caress, down his back and arms, the shoulders, the side of his neck. Done with extreme gentleness, and all of your deep respect.

If you offer him an environment of trust, Levi is open to almost anything and would even magically doze off in your arms for a little while. Breathing softly, resting for the first time in weeks, the brows becoming less tense the deeper he sleeps. You asking if you can stroke his hair (carefully, not messing it up or anything) is something he can’t say no to. The closet romantic in him will fulfill you any reasonable wish as soon as you’d ask anyway.

We know how receptive the captain is to a request, and how much there can be a soft spot for somebody in his heart. If you’re forward enough to just ask, Levi sets himself that goal and opens up. He is diligent with it just as you’d expect. That especially includes the things he says are „absolute horseshit nonsense“ and „disgusting, useless activities“ when reacting to newly formed couples kissing in the survey corps at the other end of the room. Is he a hypocrite and a hater? Actually— not at all.

Levi is a raised rather than born skeptic. Between courage and care, he is always gonna be torn. Both didn’t work in his favor at some point. But at the end of the day, he fears recklessness more than being cautious. Looking at these couples, he knows that they could lose each other the very next day. Or hell, the next hour. Not everybody has 200 titan kills. 

Not everybody is a physically indestructible Ackerman destined and designed to escape death and outlive others whether they want it or not. And showing themselves this vulnerable out in the open is even more dangerous considering all the political intrigues, chaos, attacks, and espionage going on.

When he’s scoffing at skinship in the survey corps, it’s not his intent to ruin the couples and their little happiness in the present moment (nothing he sees as more tragically precious), or say only he can have a relationship because he’s strong enough to make it survive. If anything, Levi is the prime example of how all his connections were doomed exactly because of his status pulling in all the danger. He very well and painfully knows.

What I mean is: He sees the brutality of consequences that can create more misery than if two people would just go about their business. Levi already dreads that the same might happen to him. But after all, the behavior of others is easier to rectify than his own undeniable feelings for you. Which he cannot control in any way, which is why he reacts to others instead. Looking at other people holding hands, he’s also afraid how dabbling in love is a distraction from threats that can even backfire on uninvolved others if someone is suddenly in harm’s way.

Levi does associate physical touch with something that takes an otherwise observing mind off when it shouldn’t be. To him, it creates something so valuable that can become an unintended burden through all kinds of circumstances, he’s seen it all, it’s terrible he had to. And the reason why he has such a torn relationship with it. You really have to know your stuff to build a resilient little bubble where Levi is not constantly hypervigilant and either past- or future-focused.

Which is pretty damn hardwired into him. It’s almost impossible to bring on that kind of atmosphere spontaneously. It has to be ritualized. His intelligence comes with the downside of overthinking and having problems with spontaneous romance, it’s good to direct his thought into something that’s always done in a specific, structured way. You sit down with tea, put the candles on, Levi finishes cleaning his weapons, makes everything combat-ready and usable in seconds, and you carefully lay down on his impeccably made bed together.

Which he never uses, Levi sleeps in chairs. Or on the ground, so he can feel any titan steps in the distance with his whole body, using the cleanest possible mat or towel as a mattress and nothing else. The bed he basically just makes to have it neat, and for you, and to have a spot to lay together. 

But yeah. He will never remove his harness. Not even when you’re sleeping with each other. He’s not once gonna risk having to put it on in a hurry. The only time you will be skin to skin with him is for not even five minutes under the shower. It’s when his cleanliness beats his anxiety around being always ready, which is why that’s a time to fully cherish.

And then, he really has no qualms about you wrapping your hands around his soap-covered torso in the shower anyway. It’s the only time his inner default germaphobe is not vehemently screaming inside his already heavy heart. It doesn’t have anything to do with you, this is about his demons only, confronted with the immense relief you give him. If the latter wins over his mind’s struggle, Levi might draw out the shower time sometimes.

The other voice that tells him ‚don’t make it end so soon’ is now finally convincing him. He will dial down the water stream so he can hear what’s going on outside better to compensate, to know if there’s any ruckus or approaching hazards. Levi has instructed a fast runner among the cadets to bang on the front door under any critical circumstances immediately in the first place.

Levi says he wants to save water, too. He won’t admit it, but he also turns the showerhead to a medium pressure to hear your calm, almost-quiet moans — the barracks have terribly thin walls — better when you’re sucking him off. Slowly, smoothly, not too much spit. Folded towel under your knees because Levi insists, and he is right. The showers in the survey corps have uncomfortable floor tiles. 

He makes sure you won’t get soap in your mouth as well, I don’t have to tell you that he is very circumspect. Levi isn’t usually feeling overly heated in moments like this, but he gets hard and releases fast. You swear his cum tastes like afternoon tea with milk but you won’t tell him that. And who doesn’t like tea and Levi’s homemade milk, no complaints alright.

What’s still a shame is that Levi, always being in such a constant hurry and alertness, puts too much stress on his body for him to become horny all the way. In fact, he often forgets it. He feels numb, and can’t fully take in the sensations. Levi has not been able to feel a lot of genuine pleasure in his life. 

A racing mind is an absolute sex killer, and his adrenaline spikes are so high in combat that most normal things don’t do anything for him. Which is why he brews his tea extra strong. But seriously: It’s a concerning thing. And it tells you to take your time. With his whole body, doing the things he loves the most. And what else could that be? It’s straightforward: Keepin’ it clean.

You make sure that Levi feels extra comfortable by thoroughly massaging his loins and thighs with a sponge during foreplay. Yes, you’re gently working him up. All in circles and light brushing motions. Lots of soap. Suave and bubbly, like silk on his skin. It’s handmade, with oat milk, lavender, and honey. For your honey. You regularly gift a new one to him to try out scents and have supply. You can guess how much Levi appreciates it, to the moon and back in fact. The present box is neatly stored on his office table where he can always see it.

Sending out its balmy fragrance throughout the day, making the room smell amazingly aromatic to him. His nose will never grow tired or accustomed to it. Levi puts the soapbox in a drawer within literal split seconds when someone who isn’t you enters the room. „Tsk, announce yourself when you knock…“ That could even be the newest recruit who doesn’t know anything at all about the place and people. But this is just a you and him thing.

Levi doesn’t want nosy questions from the squad even though nobody would probably even notice the soap laying there in its case, much less ask him about it or the fresh scent in the air because duh, it’s Levi’s office. But it feels absolutely personal for him — so he reacts sensitively about it. This man would probably protect your lavender soap with his blades if he had to. 

The captain is very secretive about your relationship in general. Who on earth would go as far as buy him a new scented bar of joy bi-weekly? At this point, he would crawl on hot coals, needles, lava, ice shards, desert sand, and a mile-long straight of legos (laid out by a maniacally laughing Zeke personally) for you.

Although you wouldn’t allow any of it. Nothing should ever hurt those kitty paws, I mean captain hands and captain feet. You’d put Zeke on blast on your own, luring him with a banana to confuse his senses and then, whack, homerun the monkey into the ocean with Levi’s bristle broom. Problem solved. Anyway.

 Levi wouldn’t hurt himself willingly that way either, the ice shards don’t stand a chance. He has sworn to protect his own life out of self-respect, to honor those passed by living on bravely toward the goal they worked for and being the one always coming home to you. You can rely on him.

So enough about gleaming hot coals and Zeke’s evil legos, back to the point — you already get what I mean. Levi might seem totally grumpy on the outside, but for sure is a devoted man, a caliber as always. He takes all of your presents to heart and is unbelieving as to why he’d be deserving of so much. You prove a point using the gifts as regularly as possible on his body. Where he can feel every bit of your fondness of him. And remember it with muscle memory. Oh shit, this soap does smell so good. As anything on him, who are we kidding.

Dousing Levi with all your attention is the best thing ever. He feels great relaxing with you, and his face softens up. He’s looking at you with a tiny smile in response to you whispering sweet things to him, all while you’re using the sponge on his legs, the chest, and ever-tense back that can definitely use some alleviation. „Thank you for cleaning me“ has got to be the best thing ever to hear from Levi Ackerman. It means the entire world to him. Captain, your mommy kink is showing. His arousal increasing is a natural side effect in no time.

Recently, you’ve been slipping his cock between your breasts as well, and it’s been slowing him down a lot after an eventful mission. While at the same time making him more in the moment, he really enjoys you gradually lathering him up like that. The feeling of skin on skin is amazing. It might be something that… often crosses his mind when he trains during the day, but he can blend it out for the important things. Until you do it all over again, and he ruminates about how much you turn him on until the sun rises.

You also never do a blowjob hands-free. Why would you, anyway? His body is amazingly buff and compact, you want to hold onto those gorgeous lil’ hips and his own hands that need a fair share of holding after carrying the world. You feel him twitching on your tongue when you run either hand over his ass and abs, making sure to trace across all his most erogenous spots there. What’s more: Levi feels really protected and soothed when he feels your palms on him under the streaming water, he can’t explain it.

That's why you like doing shower handjobs just as much. I don’t have to tell you that Levi really delights in them as well and his poker face regularly cracks a bit. His eyes fixate on you, you can tell the connection and involvement. He thinks your fingertips are heavenly, a welcome change to his rugged days. 

He loves how softly they tease and stimulate him with the smallest movements and subtle presses. Yes, Levi doesn’t like rough action, those are vulnerable moments. He has enough brutality elsewhere, violently jerking him off and insulting him would be entirely inappropriate and even scare him.

He’d probably brush your wrists off right away, it’d be so uncomfortable in the silence of the evening. A tender chain of kisses on the nose tip, chin, collar bone, and especially forehead gets him going a lot more. The more chaste and doting the kiss, the more he melts on the inside. 

His anxiety baseline goes down, and he feels like he can let you in. However you guide him and however you choose to indulge him with your lips, Levi is on board, quietly enjoying. Since it’s something that he’s still feeling so new to, leaving you the active role comes naturally.

Stroking him with a deep pace, carefully brushing your lips against his to give him goosebumps — Levi definitely grows into that. In those moments, he really feels taken care of, in safe hands, hands that will stay with him. He’s gonna be surprised just how good something like this feels many times. And be overwhelmed by pleasure to the point where it almost frightens him, he didn’t have that a lot until now.

The satisfaction of a spotless table simply does not compare. Just so you know: He will either be dead silent or mumble under his breath nonstop. That he is okay with you touching him below the belt and even take him in your mouth tells you how much Levi trusts you, how much he knows you love him, and how meticulously he’s already scrubbed and shaved himself beforehand. Yes, the sheer preparation. He puts a lot of work into his body. He couldn’t stand you becoming dirty.

That’s also why the shower is the place oral goes down. And even there, he uses like ten cleaning products to double rinse the stall and himself before and after. Mind you. He sees you eating healthy, brushing your teeth well. Your lips are very beautiful and a masterpiece of nature to him. So it’s not you who he thinks is dirty. Levi is pretty damn paranoid about his own skin and hygiene. If only he would think about himself the way he thinks of your body.

He feels like he has to earn it, be acceptable, and prepare himself endlessly to enjoy touch. Even then, he thinks he must be ugly and revolting. You have to respect him fussing about it rather than forcing him to cut down on his routines. You don’t criticize his perfectionism and see the motivation behind it. So instead, you reassure Levi your own way.

The more he sees you having fun and enjoying his body, the more accepted, confident, and clean he feels. Most people would like to see their partner play up the enthusiasm obviously (unless you have a ‚hiding his amazement’ emo boy kink, which is exactly why you like Levi don’t cha), but it’s particularly meaningful to Levi. Guess why he looks up to Armin’s mentality, and Hange is one of the few people who truly vibe with Levi.

She’s easily amused, dedicated, swooning, excited, and constantly eager. Levi does appreciate a bit of zeal in someone. If you’re a little ardent about touching him, it’ll give his esteem a boost he’s long needed, oh god. Nobody has the guts to praise this guy like that, even if he’s so extremely good-looking. Don’t let him off the hook there. Give him feedback, you’ll be surprised how much it resonates.

It’s already apparent to yourself how keen you are being touchy with him, hell, you’re so in love. Still, it’s a good idea to give him an idea how stoked you are. He doesn’t like it fast and brutally raw without a second thought, but passionate is a whole other debate. A simple „Levi, stay like this, let me do it“ or „Levi, you smell so good“ works wonders. Say what you think and his ease will set in. And I don’t have to tell you that you won’t look like sex is a chore anyway. With Levi, that’s an honor and a pleasure.

That he puts his faith in you and gives you his time is already a massive deal and goes against everything we know of him, what he’s used to, and how his avoidant personality works, being so ridden with losses. And it’s all because of how much you desire and approach him. That’s what it comes down to. 

Even if he’d suffer decades from yearning, he’d not go out of his way to kickstart something, never ever. He’d feel like he’d cause you so much trouble. You wanting him so badly and treating his body like a treasure on the other hand changes his mind.

It proves him wrong all the way. There is still time to enjoy love, the chance is now. Anything else would plague Levi with solitude and self-pity all over again. And the feeling of missing you around in his rooms. Two teacups on the table until he grows old and grey are his ideal of a good life, after all. He will open himself to your emotional and physical presence, realizing how touch-starved he is, and how much it improves his life to have someone to kiss and lay down next to at night.

The even breath at the back of his neck gives him a sense of finally someone sticking around with him side by side, even if he’s gone during the day. It feels good and right to be wanted by you, and nuzzling his face into your cotton dress. Your commitment gives him the little smiles and the silver lining he’s been searching for. He can’t label that feeling, but it’s joy of life and humankind, more than just a willingness for it. He would stay forever pained and bitter if he wouldn’t invite it in now, and you won’t waste that chance with being silent.

You’re attracted to everything about him, tell him, make him aware. The voice, the hair, the mannerisms, his height, his abilities, his mind, his care for others, the posture, how soft his cheeks are, the list is endless. Levi won’t miss how much he’s your type at some point. Which gives him a lot of ease, comfort. You show him that his inferiority complex was an entire smokescreen in his mind. 

He fucking deserves to be called handsome. And by the way — you can lust over him as much as you want when he’s made that time window for your couple stuff. It’s good if you make it as obvious as possible for him. Which is hard to hide anyway. You’ve been masturbating over Levi just sitting there sternly writing something. And he’s like why, and you’re like, it’s you! Look at you!

Levi does want you to touch his skin all over but it’s always sore. And he remains insecure on many days. So he only has particular comfortable spots in the first place. Since hardly anybody dares to touch him, and even if he pats someone’s shoulder nobody would ever be courageous enough to reciprocate, you would feel a bit like a lab scientist. Silently theorizing over him at first even if you really don’t have to. Other people say they’d rather run towards a titan than expose themselves to Levi’s moods, swords, and barking tone after trying to caress him in any way.

News flash, Levi has had such terrible moods since forever because there’s no affection coming to him from anywhere just because people decided he might not need it. And no, he won’t yell at you for touching. He finds it very sweet of you instead. Touching Levi always creates an occasion that will float around in his head for the entire day, that’s guaranteed. He sees how someone goes out of their way and cares for his well-being. He might not like it like standing in the middle of the whole corps, but anywhere else is fair game, at home anyway.

The pressure of dealing with threats he can manage to a degree, and he has lord how many coping strategies. The lack of love he cannot. Big difference that everybody seems to confuse. On top of how he has to be unrelenting in his position because battlefield and the Yeagers being a pain. Most people — except maybe Armin — see that as a closedness to touching altogether. 

The whole world seemingly can't intuit Levi’s craving of gentleness behind the arguably pretty convincing armor, but still. It seems like only a few souls ever think about the Levi that sits down on his bed in the evening completely depleted. You have to make it clear to yourself and him that it’s obviously a one-dimensional way of looking at Levi Ackerman and not good for him.

Which has covertly shaped how he interacts with others in return like a vicious spiral, which is why he blames solely himself for his depravation. And, how severe and untouchable the circumstances made his character. Yes, Levi despises himself for being inaccessible and unable to change it on top, added to how it happened to him over the years. 

Which he had pretty much zero influence on being basically at the gunpoint of life. It’s what you hate seeing the most and comfort him about with brewing tea. It definitely comes back tenfold, Levi won’t take it for granted when you brush out his hair and speak soothingly to him in the evening. „I don’t care, those are all reasons why you’re the apple of my eye“ seems to be what makes Levi’s heart a little mushy in particular.

He is very preoccupied with blame at the start of your relationship. Levi is torn apart by daily guilt and a constantly looming perception of failure to show an opening to his heart. He also crumbles under how the majority of people don’t take him seriously, overreact, or fear he snaps back into soldier mode — he doesn’t — when he does show affection. 

That you gaze behind his reputation and touch him without prejudice is the most important thing to him. You can ignore his mad and gloomy expression, Paradis has carved it into his face for half an eternity (the other half is for you and him when this is over). It doesn’t mean he’s angry on the inside about you. The causes for his madness are way elsewhere, knowing his early story it goes without saying. What made Levi callous and broken-hearted are things very opposite to you.

Those who only see and enjoy his fighting personality probably want him as their poster boy, people who are reflected enough to bother with the idea of a private, cuddling Levi are the only truly caring ones. Because private Levi needs that physical and emotional connection the most. Patting his cadets on their heads is only a little, albeit meaningful moment. The teacup is still half-empty regardless if you wanna think of it in those terms.

Because he can only do so much in terms of initiative — which already shocks people to the point of paralysis, which ruins the moment since he assumes it’s not appreciated then — and it’s only one-sided. Giving isn’t fully making him happy even if it’s his only option given how most people perceive him. 

The teacup only fills to the brim if Levi can let go for like half an hour getting some good ole kitty on your lap treatment. He silently lays there and enjoys your hand rubbing at the back of his neck. He looks genuinely peaceful that way. His hand palms gently at your thigh and knee, and rests there all tranquil while he ruminates about his day and how lucky he is to have you.

The whole ‚theorzing rather than going for it‘ thing stems from you listening to those people a bit too much at the beginning. Instead of asking Levi directly about touch, and to be fair: Not a single human being has done that yet, you try to figure him out at a distance. Which is also a good thing though. 

You learn about many Levi habits others would overlook, misinterpret, or don’t think have any meaning. The more you learn about him, the more understanding you become, the more protective you will be, the less he will avoid intimacy. Because Levi really doesn’t want to shy away, but often his body has too much memory in it to be instantly receptive. So it rather starts with the mind, then.

The irony is. Levi rejecting bonds with others as not to have them weigh heavy on his mind when fighting will only make it worse. You make a statement to him that if he fully immerses himself in what you have, he can fight better and actually be without those godforsaken regrets he’s always talking about. That’s why when you’re having sex, you make him look in your eyes and kiss their lids, and wrap your legs around him very firmly because Levi has to know he’s deeply yours. 

Hugs, the same thing. You squeeze the last curse out of him every time and tell him to hold you tight as well. You do have to tell him twice. Just because Levi is the strongest man in history, doesn’t mean he embraces very roughly. In fact, Levi is not used to this at all. Even more irony. Paradis’ ever-swearing, most badass titan killer with the physical excellence of a hundred acrobats can’t execute the simple act of putting his arms around you in a normal, casual way.

The why is the harder thing to talk about. Last time he got proper, truly loving hugs was way over 20 years ago. From Kuchel, during a time where he was too young to remember these things long-term. Let that sink in. It confuses him when he does it and even more so when others do. Kissing Historia’s hand even as a light official gesture was already completely unusual for him and a first time. 

Levi doesn’t go beyond what he sees others doing in that regard. No extra miles, just imitating. Now think of him with something as big a deal as embracing his lover for minutes. He lets his arms just hang there and you gotta make him learn how to intertwine fingers or how to press his palms on your back. You’re the one holding him tight there, while Levi’s mind and stare go blank, he’s even more speechless and perplexed after confronting his uncle back then.

I’m not kidding. You have to ask Levi to be forthcoming with those things as well, it simply does not occur to him, and he’s unsure about everything there is to it. What a loveless world this guy is in. If it already frustrates you to see him struggle, imagine how deprived he must be. One of his inner blocks is, Levi has major jealousy of guys who are what he thinks a better hugging height. It’s obviously the other way around to anybody who’d be in love with Levi. 

Of course he has the best hugging height by far. What’s not to like? He’s ideal. But in his perspective, imagine all these people above him wrapping around each other in moments of enthusiasm, shoulder-level on shoulder-level, or only with slight differences. And when it comes to him, it feels awkward because they feel strange bending down only for him and Armin.

And that’s probably the issue. Because it’s much better not to bend and try and intertwine, but just have Levi bury his face into your winter coat without a hassle. You don’t have to be perfectly chest to chest to make it work. Besides… romantic hugs are always a bit different. And, you invite Levi to do exactly that with you. Since Levi’s pet peeve is politeness, you’ll also have to show him the difference between mere courtesy and love, he hasn’t fully learned it either. 

But just so you know. Levi is not a naive baby or raging bull in a china shop once he has given his love to someone. He observes well, adapts well. When it’s heartfelt, when it’s the right moment, it comes out almost by surprise, he’s feeling it and he will respond to you. With serenity and intent.

If there’s someone who can be unpretentious with physicality, that’s him. He just has to transfer that to romantic gestures and Levi will be the perfect lover after some time. He’ll end up like, „Eh, so what. We do this hugging thing!“ — Hilarious. Levi, knowing his battle tactics, does have a sort of innate courage to approach bodies: This time, it’s about someone he wants to give pleasure and gratitude to, though. Which will feel very different. 

And you’re a lady he’s all whipped for, that changes everything. He might sort of try to lean at the wall next to you, to murmur about you kissing him after eating cake so he’s full of crumbs „and now I have to dust it all off again, hmph“, but he is not prepared for another kiss and you tickling him pinned against the wall (he’s not ticklish, but you still love it, and Levi has a thing for you being all over him despite his stoic face).

So yeah, Levi will be super grumpy and do the „Oi oi!“ thing, but also turn around so you won’t see the blush. Man, is he embarrassed. He will try to waddle away awkwardly to do paperwork, but no chance if you tug him back by the sleeve, dust off his shirt from crumbs, and squeeze his cheeks into a perfect Levi snoot. I’m telling you, he has a nice pouty face. 

He might assume that you’re out of your mind because nobody has done that with him yet, but once you tell him that you just wanna look at him because every day might be the last, he sees the point of your antics. Merely saying you kiss him just because won’t make sense to the captain, it’s gotta have a purpose for the future.  

So, you will tell him to always remember what your soothing lips do on him before he draws the blade tomorrow, and that he has plenty of filthy crumbs to come home to. „I think that’s right by what we’ve seen today“ is what he’ll admit, and carries you off to the bed to get grinding because all that stuff made him kinda turned on. Or rather, you grind, Levi on the other hand gets flustered. He complains about you being a tease at length since he’s having a huge she-pinned-me-to-the-wall boner. 

You sit on his face to take it even further and as his favorite treat, end of discussion, your goddess is here mister. Geez, you’ll make him a hot mess. That dick won’t go soft anytime soon. You’ll talk to him about when his face is already ruined with cake crumbs, he has nothing to lose, gotta clean up anyway. The grumbling noise from below tells you that the argument is a good one. For good measure, you palm at his trousers to see his legs react and his voice suddenly hitch. Ah, it’s a wonderful day.

Levi knows a thing or two about holding his breath correctly, but what he likes the most is that he feels perfectly sandwiched between thigh Rose and thigh Maria. Yeah, he does consider them his personal comfort walls and hopes they’ll always be there. Congruently, Levi wraps his arms around them, in fact it’s locking rather than wrapping, and you’re like I see wow he’s serious. 

On goes his tongue lapping away between your labia pretty much incessantly. The arousal is so intense, you have to breathe in yourself. Oh shit, Levi is gonna try to finish you off, shots fired. Not fast, but insisting. He does not bother with you panting pretty damn hard whatsoever. He’s calling people like that, but Levi might be the real brat all along.

Fair enough, he currently doesn’t hear anything, which he also loves the idea of. All day, people everywhere are talking nonsense, and now he gets to enjoy perfect silence. His ears are small, they’re easy to cover with thighs. He just goes on and on and gets you past lord how many brinks with a heated buildup. 

There are a lot of evil things Mister Zeke has said and committed, but by far the most offending thing he has yet insinuated is that Levi is not popular with the ladies. Blasphemy, treason, outrage, éclat, trickery, criminal offense, international slander, the most grueling case of fake news since the horse left the building, and no, Jean is not meant. With those oral skills, any lady interested in him would get a permanently bleeding nose and something else permanently wet as you can personally attest to.

If Paradis would even remotely know what he can do in bed (and they would if Connie told them, he lives next door), even more people would run down his house than they already do to get a piece of him. Jesus Christ, the Ackerstamina. But I mean. People are probably suspecting it. 

How can you not move like a god in bed if you can bend yourself into any Pythagorean shape mid-air. Him being a fighter also gives him experience with managing energy when you have sex, I’m not kidding. Levi can even handle you thrusting right back on his tongue, and even your jokes about how he’s getting the cream to his tea now.

Levi is already kind of dripping in juice. His fingers are sweaty, this time it’s something on his face and hands he prefers though. He won’t wipe it off just yet. So you take on the task to put a condom on him — kind of expensive, mysteriously imported, gotta make every one count my friend — and have Levi take you from behind to soil the bedsheets completely at this point. 

Levi lets all the leaking happen, of course he notices, and yet he’s too focused on you gripping his cock hard all the way. So much for walls. Levi has to surrender to the thought of you squeezing him in any way you fancy at this point. That doesn’t just include the face, that much he learned. His cock is gonna fall off, you tighten up so much and make him squirm, Levi’s all blissed out.

He can’t handle your ass either. He just stares like the Founding Titan invented a brand new method to hypnotize the Ackermans or something. Although. Why’d you need to come up with something, though? People they love completely enthrall them already. 

If we know something by now, it's that every Ackerman gets completely fucked in the head out of the blue and sent to another dimension when they’re with the love of their life, no hypnotizing device needed. Levi is clasping his teeth for his dear life back there. People asking him if he’s gone mad he’d answer ‚maybe‘, but if you asked him if this made him lose it he would admit it.

Since he doesn’t know what to do with his hands again, you ask him to place them at your waist. „Properly, now slide in, Levi.“ — He takes his time for the first few thrusts, grunts, but gets the hang of it, in fact he’s a pro in the making. All that vertical maneuvering can turn into horizontal maneuvering very quickly. Levi feels so strange and so good at the same time, it’s overwhelming. How can something he thought would be so dirty be this amazing? 

And since this position allows him to penetrate you even deeper, Levi gets the full experience of being inside of you times two. The wet noise already turns him on, his body feels so warmed up, and he feels really shocked he’s doing this. Although his face won’t show, it’ll be concentrated as before. On the inside, Levi is losing it.

He can’t get enough of your body and how you tell him what to do, Levi will be driving it home in no time. You’re gonna have your jaw dropped by how lusty he can get yourself, but also love how he’s really breaking a sweat just because of your hard grip. Who would have thought. 14-meter class titans got nothing on you. Levi’s entire neck and chest is glazed over. You call him out on it, all you’re gonna get is a little ‚tch, that’s your fault, woman‘. I mean of course it is. He’s literally at your mercy. I told you he’s hilarious.

Little did you know that Levi will straight-up ignore his sweatiness and just continue, one heartbeat at a time, to really fill you out and make you feel good. Can you imagine. Levi dedicating like 20 minutes to make sweet love to you doggystyle. 

He has a good feeling for keeping you just on the verge of cumming. He even reaches around to press two fingers into your clit after five minutes of figuring out his angles. You didn’t expect this at all. It’s as if Levi can read your mind going „but his hands are gonna get really messy, why?“ — he just goes on rubbing and says, deadpan: „Miss, do I look like I care.“

Some dirty things in the world are just there to annoy him. They’re not existing to make his life easier. And toilet humor-related things: We know Levi’s stance on that. Wet pussy on the other hand: Surprise. He thinks of it very differently. Levi is pretty caught off guard by the fact that you loving and adoring him is the reason you’re leaking so much. 

It sinks in (um, literally) that you’re all drippy because you really want him inside. Not to mention that he constantly realizes just how attracted to him you are. Your desire for him, that’s Ackerman kryptonite. Levi doesn’t miss your eyes, nope. That motherfucker is a damn good face reader.

And— How warmed up your body feels in his hands, how you’re breathing. How you’re telling him exactly how to tilt to hit the good spots. How you’re sucking in air when he does just that. How you sound, grip the pillow, the sheets. Your goosebumps all over your legs. How your lips part. How you wait for every thrust. The way you tell him how good it is. Your pulse. Your own sweaty back, letting his hands on your waist slip and slide a little with the rhythm. 

How he’s struggling not to moan his soul out and chokes back. How you’re softly moving to glide off, he’s gonna lose his mind. How much you’re enjoying him and how cute you tell him he is. Whatever you’d ask of him, he’s so ready to fulfill it. You having the absolute hots for Levi is probably gonna preoccupy him for the whole night while you’re sleeping and he sits in the chair.

He’s been shooting grumpy cat level eye daggers with extra Ackerpoison at the corps couples for walking around showing any signs of this. Making all those lovey-dovey faces or going to the back of the barn together. Levi has chased them with his favored broom to whoop-diddly-doop those horndog soldiers back on track, swirling his weapon of choice around to send a sweeping cloud of dust after them.

Whereas now… he has to deal with the fact that he really loves all that horny stuff. Cognitive dissonance 101 is striking him out of nowhere. I mean he’d not fuck in the barn, that one is truly disgustingly shittily bastardly filthy or however he’d word it, but you get the gist. He caught feelings and caught pleasure — and that’s such a good thing.

His problem is, Levi wouldn’t know how to fawn right back at you. Except saying „good job“ like he’d praise a cadet, but he decides that’s not something to say during sex. He’s very right about that indeed. So instead: He will always reply to you accordingly and with Levi-typical honesty. 

If you say you love how he kisses your neck from behind, he will tell you he’s enjoying it as well because damn he loves that spot indeed (titans can tell you a story about it… Levi has such a neck fixation, that fucker). And: Letting actions speak the loudest with him. He’s a practical guy. Levi’s hands can to the most complicated reverse grips and all that crazy human Beyblade shit. Getting you off at his fingertips is gonna be his easiest exercise ever once he gets into it.

He doesn’t even do it to show off at this point. Levi is just that kind of a sex machine and eager to please, not to mention god, is he obedient and a giver in disguise. If Levi were offered the most luxurious, expensive tea available versus your breasts to suck on for a week given he’s free of titan duty… that cup is gonna turn cold. He loves the skinship and he loves giving you a fuckton of orgasms, as many as you like and as many he has time for.

Self-explanatory, this is something he will not feel one bit of regret about. Hours touching you is the farthest from wasting time to Levi. The less he holds back with his love, the more secure things become. He doesn’t feel the misery he thought he’d run into, nor does it feel like a reckless act that’s only something feeble. 

The new soap every other week on his table alone reminds him you’re here to stay and like his every quirk, and make this a private thing rather than something to parade around. You never lied saying „Levi, you’re mine.“ He does wrap his head around the fact that all of this is happening with time.

Levi finds your relationship meaningful because it gives him feelings and exactly that emotional harbor he never had before, and he gifts you the reverence of your lifetime since Levi doesn’t half-ass anything. You reassured and guided him so much, he looks up to that, it breaks down his prejudice against loving more and more. That’s how you’ll feel intimate in all kinds of ways for very intense hours he can spare to make the most out of it. 

From the light touch at his arm to making out until the candles burn down. And if you tell Levi to sell the deal and dedicate his heart, how can he not take that as a serious order. He has to be guarded to put his guard down, and that’s what you can offer him, and he will create something lasting out of it. Promise is promise to him, we all know.

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