#anyways. brat summer. etc

[robotiv]

im so julia …

[anthonys237thfreckle]

wait wait wait can i req any anthony ramos’ character (OR THE KING HIMSELF) with a NSFW imagine? i js CANNOT stop thinking about female reader on top of him BUT he’s still the dom (guiding her, talking her through it, etc) ANYWAYS LOVE YOU

im such a procrastinator its not even funny - but here’s your request, anon! i’ll do ant cause i love you too <3

enjoy the GIF guys

Riding Imagine - Feat. Anthony Ramos x Fem! Reader

prompt: you may be on top, but that doesn’t mean you’re in control

TW: sex (obv), swearing in spanish, filthy language.

!! NSFW UNDER THE CUT - MINORS DNI !!

Just like the popular Taylor Swift lyric from Cruel Summer, this hot motherfucker would be, literally, looking up ‘grinning like the devil’ knowing you’re all at his sweet mercy.

“Oh, oh Anthony-” you moaned, voice high pitched and whiny, like a Beverly Hills Brat, throwing your head back and biting your lower lip - and he’d be digging his nails into your hips so much you’d see his forearms tense up from under you, his veins prominent.

“Cum for me, angel” he’d whisper roughly, rocking your hips with his hands, guiding you, doing all the work for his princess, having her ride him deep and good. You know that low voice of his? Yeah, he’d use that. He’d probably mutter a little ‘mierda’ or something under his breath; and with your head spinning, toes curling, hands gripping onto those toned ass biceps for dear life, you’d finally cum.

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WOW THAT WAS ACTUALLY SO BAD GUYS IM SORRY U HAVENT WRITTEN ANYTHING SMUT IN SO LONG

[strawbeerossi]

Could you write a Spencer Reid x fem reader who's a witch and she gets Spencer to join in on her rituals/gives him readings etc and at first he's sceptical (joins in anyway for her) but then ends up secretly enjoying it, something along those lines!

Stars Align

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid

Description: Spencer likes to give his girlfriend a hard time when it comes to her spirituality and her Wiccan beliefs. Whenever she is sick and in the hospital for The Winter Solstice, Spencer takes things into his own hands to ensure that he invites only the warmest, most positive vibes of the season.

Content Warning: Mention of being hospitalized, mentions of Spencer being a brat and giving reader a hard time sometimes, ultimately just a big, sweet, fluffy mess.

Word Count: 1.5K

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I did it just a little differently from the ask but I hope you enjoy, anon!

A witch is an ambiguous symbol of power and the unknown, identified in pop culture references for their hate of kids and love of evil as much as for their capability to create and mend.

Witches have consistently reflected the zeitgeist, whether that be humanity’s views on women or the collective tie to ritual and magic. 

A witch in the modern day promotes a strong sense of feminism and power. It is deeply rooted in personal empowerment and is heavily influenced by the culture each witch has been subjected to. Currently, women who loved the wonders of spirituality, witchcraft and the connection to the universe had a relatively new title; Wiccan.

The enchantment of magic is that when it's truly personal, it's most powerful and possesses the greatest strength. That was simply why Y/N participated in the art of Wicca. Growing up with the negative connotations that her family projected onto the lifestyle, she had always been curious. 

It started out small, she went out one evening and bought crystals, feeling bewitched by the healing prospect surrounding them.Amethysts were her favorite for the power to have all her stress and anxiety melt away. As she continued to exercise her spirituality, she’d turned to reading numerous books on the subject.

She felt a surge of power go through her veins, feeling connected to a higher power that was much stronger than she could’ve imagined. While religion was somewhat of the same thing, this seemed so much better than what she was raised with. It was a personal journey, one that didn’t involve people at local churches or other sacred worship places.

In addition to her adventures into reading the numerous pieces of literature and delving more into the healing aspect, she also thoroughly enjoyed the rituals that came with Wiccan culture. She was particularly fond of the Summer Solstice and the Winter Solstice. The celebrations were things she took very seriously. 

For example, in preparation for Yule, she would spend days cleansing and decluttering the apartment, wanting to rid anything that didn’t let positivity and vibrance shine in the little space that she called home.

However, moving in with Spencer, her longtime boyfriend, definitely changed some things up for her. Instead of freely organizing things to be donated, regifted, or sold, she would have to stop and ask him if he was comfortable letting the item or items go. He wasn’t against her beliefs and practices by any means but she just knew that he was skeptical. 

Spencer was a man of logic, she knew that. He was the type of person who thoroughly researched, dissected, and tried to understand the intricacies of the world around him. Which Y/N would lovingly tell him that he needed to take a step back and connect with the world around him, to let his mind stop working overtime and let himself breathe. He never listened but.. She tried and that was all that mattered. 

She was usually met with many questions that were laced with skepticism. It wasn’t out of malice, she knew that. Most people just didn’t understand. The questions were pretty typical. “Well, how do you know there are really any higher powers out there?”

“Where is the proof that you aren’t doing all this for nothing?”

“Do you truly believe that those crystals have any healing power whatsoever?”

Despite his love for logic and research, Spencer did have a soft spot for the things that his girlfriend did. He never personally indulged before and yeah, he would sometimes act like a little brat and give her a hard time, but he admired how she never changed her belief system. Instead, she just did a little extra around their shared apartment to try and invite her scholar boyfriend into the spirit of the season.

However, this year was different.

Y/N ended up getting a bad case of the stomach flu on the days leading up to Yule. It was to the point that she needed to be hospitalized.

There was no mood for a celebration whenever she was gravely ill, barely being able to hold down any liquids or solids. It managed to crush her heart though. Instead of welcoming the new season, she was stuck in a brightly lit, cold hospital.

She would watch the snow cascade from the clouds and stick to the ground from her room’s window, looking similar to a sad puppy looking out from a shelter’s window and yearning for the opportunity to run and enjoy life. 

Spencer had been busy with work, there being a case that put him out in Colorado for two weeks and she still didn’t know when he was getting home. Talking on the phone with him helped her a small bit but she was at least hoping that he’d be there in person for her.

However, she knew what she signed up for when dating Spencer in the first place. She couldn’t be angry or upset with him, she just missed her boyfriend. Thankfully, after a few more tests, she’d be free to go back home that evening since she wasn’t needing to be kept nourished by a tube any longer.

Unbeknownst to his girlfriend, Spencer had gotten back from Colorado several days ago, enlisting the team for help as they were working on her typical traditions. Penelope was probably the most excited out of the bunch, getting right to work on creating a Yule altar for the coffee table, going a little overboard as she opted for a plethora of garland, candles, oranges, some pinecones that she couldn’t help but throw a little glitter on, crystals, and golden discs to call forth the sunlight that she’d already heard Y/N tell her so much about. 

While she worked on the altar, Emily and JJ were sitting with Spencer in the living room, awaiting his instruction of what he figured would be considered clutter and what needed to be boxed up. Most of it was old books that he’d had scattered throughout the apartment, which he had taped up the box full and was taking them to the trunk of his car. He wasn’t going to throw them out, no way. He just knew that this would be something to brighten Y/N’s spirits, to come home to a house that was already prepped and ready to embrace the new season.

Whenever the house was thoroughly cleaned and decorated, Spencer had a few candles ready for when she had gotten home, their notepads and pens laid out on the little part of the table that wasn’t covered by the altar that was made with love. “Alright. I think that should do it.” Spencer announced as he was letting his hands rest against his hips, his eyes looking around the living room that looked beautifully cleaned, organized, and decorated. 

“You’ve outdone yourself on this one, Spence.” JJ commented, a proud smile on her face while Penelope was nodding with excitement. “She is truly gonna love that you did this for her. When I went to visit her yesterday, she looked so heartbroken because she couldn’t come home and prepare.” There was a sense of pride that washed over Spencer. 

Even if he didn’t necessarily subscribe to the Wiccan belief system, he did know that this would be a memorable Yule for Y/N, it also proved just how much he loved her. 

Whenever the women who came by to help were making their own ways home, Spencer was just patiently waiting to surprise his girlfriend, knowing she’d be getting home at any given minute since they’d already had a previous phone call as she was getting packed up to leave the hospital after four very long days.

It was a little silly, Spencer feeling so giddy. It felt like his heart was gonna beat out of his chest each time he saw a car’s windshield reflecting through the open window.

As soon as he could hear the sound of the locks in the door clicking through, he was quickly perking up. 

The look on Y/N’s face when she walked through the front door was enough to make his heart melt in his chest. “I haven’t been entirely truthful with you.. I got home a few days ago so I could clean the apartment. Even if I don’t particularly understand your beliefs, I wanted to make sure things were prepared for you.”

He offered a smile. “After all, we want to invite in the new season with positive vibes, right?” His words were enough to warm Y/N completely, the bitter cold of the Virginia winter not being able to chill her anymore. 

After closing the door, she was hurrying over to hug her boyfriend, a tight embrace that was borderline suffocating. This meant the world to her. Instead of him being a brat and asking her a million questions or outright teasing her, he was embracing everything she had to offer.

That was a sign of true, pure, and raw love.

[green-socks]

hello penclone thing??? 👀👀👀

ahh, the penclone thing. honestly perhaps my secret favorite of all these wips, i'm so happy i get to talk about it haha!

so, first of all, i'm a big fan of penclone as a ship in general, and i am also a big fan of penny and beau having known each other for all their lives thanks to both of them being navy brats. this is me combining those two things! one might even say childhood lovers to lovers, or something. it happens as follows:

penny and beau meet at Navy Things their dads drag them to and become friends as small kids. later on, when they're in high school, they live close to each other for a while and they start dating for a summer. almost lose virginities to each other but stuff happens and beau lives with the regret for the next couple of decades, poor man lmao. anyway, once they're both off at different colleges, they don't meet again until much later, and then follows years and years of either one or both of them being married etc, so basically they're never both single at the same time untilllll post-tgm. beau's divorce has gone through, penny has been single for a good while after amelia's dad fucked off, you know the drill. but now they're both finally single and in a good place to start something, and my man beau is desperate at this point to make it happen and make it happen for good. we get to watch him fumble his way through flirting with penny at the hard deck counter while fanboy narrates the whole thing like it's a nature documentary with a horrible david attenborough impression to boot. also, maverick gives advice which may or may not be helpful. also, there's a background mav/warlock. also, all of this basically moonlights as the entire life story of beau simpson because i can't get enough of that guy tbh. i should just push myself to finish this because i've enjoyed what i have so far a lot! they're very sweet.

thanks for the ask, friend!

wip title ask game

[iamnmbr3]

Okay you know what i just thought about and will probably talk about when i get there in my reread But:

Harry's first letter is delivered before his birthday, and Hagrid comes to get him on his birthday. In theory, firsties get their letter slightly before their birthdays, or maybe on their birthday and Harry's was just early bc the omniscient Dumbledore anticipated the Dursleys being horrible about it.

So why the hell did Draco do his shopping on Harry's birthday?

Draco's birthday is in June, so he must've gotten his letter around two months prior. The Malfoys don't work, and Draco is a brat, so why wouldn't they have gotten his wand etc sooner? If it was about putting it off until Draco was about to go to school (for Lucius' sanity), why go July 31 and not toward the end of August? Seems oddly specific and coincidental (definitely not for convenient plot reasons).

My theory: Draco Malfoy is acutely aware of Harry Potter's birthday and wanted to meet him shopping. Unfortunately, he just met this weird scraggly child instead. (Surely he'll meet Harry Potter on the train, though!)

Ahhh that's so cute!

I always headcanoned that they just did his shopping on a day that was convenient for his parents because they had other stuff to do in the area. Like in book 2 Lucius takes Draco to do school shopping when he's going to be in town anyway to talk to Borgin and Burkes about helping him sell some sketchy artifacts. And I'm sure Lucius and Narcissa let Draco play around a bit with their wands (or maybe even some other ones they had lying around the Manor) before he got his own. (I also 100% think that Draco used magic in the summer and his parents covered for him - since he was in a magical household the trace wouldn't have mattered).

But omg this is so adorable and could totally work too!

[saltyseagoat83]

oh girl you know I wanna know everything you can share about your Eleven/Gareth fic 😜

lol I know 😝

Okay. Here's what I've got for the overall plot for this one.

This one is set post-season 4. Vecna was successfully defeated. Sullivan and his goons were made to disappear, and higher ups decided to leave El tf alone after Vecna. Eddie survives, and Steve uses family connections to get his name cleared and charges pinned on Jason. The Byers clan plus (obviously) El remain in Hawkins aside from Joyce, Hopper, Jonathan, and Argyle going back to see what can be salvaged from the California house.

Mike starts getting back on his bullshit as things start calming down, and El... with some gentle encouragement from Nancy and Robin, and less gentle very fucking blunt encouragement from Max and Erica... permadumps his ass which makes him go into 'sulky little bitch poor me' mode. Erica, Dustin, and Lucas introduce El and Will to the rest of Hellfire. Instant liking, Eddie immediately adopts El and Will whether they join Hellfire or not. Some sparkage with Gareth and El. Will is a little salty at first over how Dustin, Mike, and Lucas had so readily joined the club when they didn't want to play D&D with him at all the previous summer but joins up anyway... after apologies from Dustin and Lucas b/c Mike's a brat and wouldn't acknowledge his wrongdoing. El is more hesitant when she's invited to try it out too because Mike lied to her yet again at some point prior when she expressed interest and told her D&D was only for boys (which made no sense to her because 'boy' vs 'girl' toys/play etc were never a thing at the lab). When she learns of the lie, she decides to join in out of spite. Mike is predictably a little shit about it, but it's okay because Eddie banishes him from Hellfire as soon as he finds out about the lie, until Mike gets his head out of his ass and makes amends.

Gareth increasingly dislikes Mike the more he learns little by little about how he treated El during their relationship and is determined to woo her and show her how a guy ought to treat a girl, especially one he's romantically interested in. He'd take his time, not wanting to rush her into anything like Mike did, and wanting to develop a solid friendship before actively pursuing her romantically. And El wants to show Gareth she appreciates it all and is interested in him too and starts reciprocating little by little in her own way, with advice from Joyce, Eddie, and Nancy mainly, and a bit from Robin, Steve, and Dustin. [Because we know Max isn't the sappy type, and Erica's got zero interest in dating anyone that we know of.] Not sure yet exactly how Gareth will find out about El's superpowers, but when he does he'll think it's the coolest thing ever and never make her feel like even a little bit of a monster/freak/abnormal about them. Ofc he'd keep the secret too, because he'd want to help her stay safe as best he can.

[beatsboy]

7.28.24 / day 35 of romanticizing my life until i love myself again

it’s almost 2am, i woke up about an hour ago from a 5 hour “nap” after going to a queer day market to support my friend selling their art, and it was really cute and i was honestly super social as i have not had that much social interaction lately (getting used to living alone and having to actively go out and seek social interaction has changed my capacity when i do have it so much, like crazy not feeling drained every time i leave the house because i’ve already been like 5 people’s father/therapist/cleaner/etc before getting to the place i’m going to be supportive/present for someone else) but god damn it was so f u c k i n g hot and tbh i’m very proud of myself for making it as long as i did i only made it thanks to the ice cream vender who put my ice pack necklace (shoutout to my mom who has these for menopause and told me about them) in her cooler so it could get cold again and the lemonade vender who gave me a giant cup of ice to hold against various parts of my body to stay cool af and i got to talk about the music video, and future music videos, the more we talk about this stuff, the more motivated i feel to work on music i want to get to the part where i get to be the thing i’ve been building mostly in my brain for so long

originally, we were going for summer release, and then everything got all fucked up with my roommate situation and moving but i think it was meant to happen this way; this project is better suited for the fall, regardless, and clearly brat has taken over this summer in terms of music, on all levels, especially in the hyperpop scene there are still brat parties going on in la, smaller artists are still reaping the benefits of this album (though not getting much credit, as per usual) love seeing the dare dj a petal supply remix of a brat song and getting all the credit, it’s fine we can continue letting cis white dudes get the credit for queer artists, it’s fine i was literally at a brat market today, where everyone had brat merchandise it’s hard for any other music to break through the brat noise in pop/hyperpop right now, not to mention, boypop is kind of fucking freaky, so i do think sept/oct release would be good for the theme

i rewatch the assembly of the first minute or so of footage and literally cannot believe that that is me these are the movements i practice in the shower, in the corner, in my room, when no one’s looking, movements, expressions, i rarely actually see and the thing is, when i do see, i often shrink from them when i tried to practice performing like this in front of a mirror, i always lost it, the authenticity of it, the commitment, giving fully into the performance, the character, the self that’s the only way, in my opinion, to perform, because any level of restraint pulls you back to reality, that i am just a human, an insecure boy, going through puberty for the second time in his life of 27 years, afraid that he hasn’t done enough in his short time on this earth and wishes he’d taken a life-altering journey to a faraway planet where pop music was the harbinger of liberation instead of a stint in rehab and a coke addiction

anyway, market was fun, although so so hot, and after not going out all weekend, especially after thinking i was going to go to the rave on friday night and not, i really needed some socialization, with friends, and new people, and really needed some real time spent out of my apartment i got a really cute trucker hat that says “gay son” that i’m obsessed with and a really beautiful zine made by a trans guy about his gender journey (originally to raise money for his top surgery, which he had evidently already had, as he was standing there, fearlessly, with his shirt off) i honestly didn’t want to spend another $10 (i literally still have to make my rent in the next 3 days but telling myself i got this) but i think i just feel this intense awe when i see other trans guys post op shirtless, so free in a way i cannot imagine being so, naturally, i was blinded and overcome with this feeling, so i paid the $10 for the zine, and of course i do not regret it at all another vender had a kitten cafe with two 2 week old kittens inside (pictured) because they were too young to be left alone and while i was worried about them and the heat, they were quite cute

after being at the market for over 4 hours, af and i came back to my place, where i made us greek wraps with ground turkey and homemade tzatziki and cucumbers after we walked to h mart to get fresh tortillas i showed them the latest version of “boypop” which is so close i can taste the final mix (and am a bit mad i didn’t work on it today, but it’s fine, i was exhausted) they noticed the automation, the changes i’ve been making, i feel like i’ve actually been moving forward in my work this past week instead of just hyperfixating and going in circles, which is a danger i face in the finishing phase it’s hard to let go of a project, to let it be done i still listen to “king” and think of different harmonies i could record now with my current voice and i can sing whatever i want live, but the recording is done, the mix is done, there are no more changes to be made

i think, in the same way that i love people for their potential, and not always for who they are right now, i see a song as it’s potential, which is why i can imagine so much more than what is actually in front of me, and translate that symphony in my head into the daw, and i also why it’s so hard to let go, to stop, to step away from the infinity of changes and evolutions each project could still face sometimes it feels like i could just work on something forever and as i learn new things it will keep getting better and better, but at some point, i just have to let go

when i was a kid, my dad told me that an artist’s first album is always the best because it’s the cumulation of only their best works at the time, but then they just have to keep creating and they slowly get worse and worse i don’t know why i let this stick with me, more insidious influence from my father on a career i hadn’t even chosen when i knew him, it was just some dumb musing from a middle-aged man making himself feel smart by making a comment about maroon fucking 5

his birthday was 2 weeks ago i wonder if it makes him sad, on his birthday, at the age of 66, knowing he’s grown to be the kind of man who would offer back his relationship to his child, who has grown to hate him more than he hates himself, at a price, who has grown to be a man who can put a price tag on anything, even his love and support knowing he is one of the only people left in this planet, soon including even TSA agents and the DMV, to call me that name to wonder if i will ever come back, if i will ever call, if i will ever reach out, if i will ever show up and say i’m sorry dad you were right all along i got off the path and i sold my body and i want to go back to my normal life with a check for $5000, crying, and return to his control (i won’t) he tells my brother that it’s on me, ball’s in my court, if i want to come back that’s all i have to do, say sorry and pay the fine my terms have always been more simple, which i have communicated let’s talk, with a therapist present you two (parents) schedule (since they have crazy schedules) and i will be flexible (even though i too have crazy schedule) “he said he’s willing” my mother claimed, but it never came to fruition, of course not i blocked his number at first, i had to he wouldn’t stop calling, threatening me, telling me i’d made my mother sick with my behavior (becoming financially independent after realizing i was being financially/emotionally abused) i responded to his emails for a while, but they got worse, so i stopped then, his dad died, and i unblocked him just to call and give my condolences i left him unblocked after that. he could have called any time he wanted, but he didn’t i would know if he’d even tried

i wonder if my dad, too, ever sat alone in his first solo apartment journaling about his thoughts and reflecting on the ways his actions impacted other people mostly i hope not, because i don’t want to know if he did good things before he went bad, i want his fate to feel impossible for me to come to i already know that he read the tao te ching and the four agreements, things i’ve read as a young adult, that have brought me peace, that have taught me ways to move through the world, that don’t make sense when i think of him, and it makes me uneasy i don’t want to envision him being a morally good person and suddenly turning it makes me fear that i could still face the turn, when i want to believe that i have avoided it, that i am not capable of becoming a man like That

but, in truth, we are all capable of becoming like that, of selling out to some idea worse than what we believe in because it’s easy, because what we’re doing now is hard, because the rat race is tiring on the ground because our bodies are tired because maybe our fathers were right and the world’s a hard place and maybe i won’t because i know he wasn’t right, he never was, he was a professional bully who practiced on his wife and children but it is in every decision we make, daily, hourly, minute by minute, that determines who we are, and in ever decision, we can make the turn, we can cave and be cruel, we can give in and take the easy route, knowing that each of those decisions pulls us closer to That which we fear becoming the evil you fear lies as much in buying all your furniture on amazon as it does saying something cruel to someone who doesn’t deserve it just because you’ve had a stressful morning as much as the goodness you chase lives in being friendly to the coffee employee who’s taking forever on your drink when you’re late because it’s not their fault and their morning is just as important as yours as much as it lives in buying from local artists every decision determines how you move through the world, connecting each step and choice like a river, that is where you find where you’ll end up, which ocean you end up submerged in, which fish you will find yourself swimming into the dark night with and i crave free, calm waters for when i my end

[carsonian]

doing a self rec don't mind me. been re-reading some of my fics from 2023 because i wrote SO MANY and it's crazy to see my progress and etc etc. but anyway, the following fic, which i wrote in a wild frenzy, still makes me laugh a hell of a lot. it's goofy and childish and gimmicky but FUHNNNN. so here it is for anyone who wants to read/reread:

"Never Let You See (Baby What You Mean to Me)" | Mar 2023 | 12,880 words | Rated M

Steve Rogers' life was the kind of romantic comedy that most people would find themselves cringing out of watching after the first twenty minutes. (A.K.A. the summer camp fic where Steve is a pining mess, Tony is an unrepentant brat, and there's a game of prison break to be won.)

[plxmeriia]

because school is kicking my ass…im procrastinating, so heres music artists i think arcane characters would listen to 😜😜

THIS IS VERY LIMITED TO MY BASIC ASS MUSIC TASTE THAT CONSISTS OF POP AND ONLY POP SO DON’T JUDGE ME 🔥🔥

vi

i know shes based off like riot grrrl aesthetics but i dont listen to that genre (if u do, pls give me song recs ‼️)

i’ve seen some people say she would listen to rap and punk rock (which is defo accurate) but idk if it’s just me and my basic ass music taste but i think she would LOVE bruno mars/silk sonic and the weeknd. idk why, she just would. i have seen WAYY TOO MANY edits of her to weeknd songs. anyways i can totally see her belting locked out of heaven outside of cait’s window.

caitlyn

this woman is a certified pink pony and thought daughter. when she was in shower, she was TOTALLY listening to casual (also, in a way, good luck babe can almost apply to her and vi’s relationship during their breakup in the rain) i think she would also love marina, suki waterhouse, queen, blondie, or japanese breakfast (i swear im not projecti-)

jinx

mainly charli xcx, poppy, and grimes. i dont think i have to explain. this gremlin would live brat summer to the fullest. but she would listen to a little of everything, thanks to the influence of everyone around her (silco, ekko, a little of vi and vander)

ekko

childish gambino, tyler, mfdoom (iykyk), and maybe some odetari with jinx (??) also, for some reason i think benzo would’ve played a lot of michael jackson and abba, so maybe ekko would listen to them too. no, i will not elaborate, he just seems like the typa guy to listen to groovy old people music.

(i feel like he would also dabble in some some bruno mars with vi)

viktor

mozart and beethoven cuz hes a nerd 🤓☝️

but actually i think he would listen to classic rock and new wave, so like duran duran, talking heads, queen, fleetwood mac, blondie, etc.

jayce

this man prolly listens to coldplay or sum shit idk

mel

lana??? she does have that old money vibe to her ig. shes hard to pin down in terms of actual music taste rather than vibe.

if anyone listens to classical music, its mel. but that is boring (unless you listen to classical yourself. if so, you do you pookie 🫡)

ultimately i think she would like and relate to folklore (specifically the last great american dynasty) and evermore (ESPECIALLY CLOSURE)

silco

this man was GOTH. he totally listens to stuff like the cure. he would also dabble in a little bit of abba. because i said so. and i think abba would be popular among older folks of the undercity.

anyways im just yapping at this point so-

[sincerelyang3l]

I don’t think some people, specifically kids, realize how lucky they are to get to go on vacation.

This isn’t me being selfish or a whiny brat, I’m genuinely very happy with my life and very grateful for everything my Mom does for me.

I just feel like I see tons of kids posting about their vacations or their 3rd or 4th of the summer and it just hurts a bit. I don’t think they realize vacation is a privilege? It’s not just something everyone gets every summer and it’s not something you should ever grow to expect.

I haven’t been on a vacation in 4 years. That’s summer, winter, spring, etc to any other vacations people go on. I don’t mind it all that much? I think it makes me more appreciative when I do get to go somewhere.

I just feel like I see a lot of kids at school talk about where they’re going this summer, or all the things they’re going to do and then when I tell them my summer plan is to get a job and a car, they stare at me like I’m an idiot.

Like I’m sorry you didn’t realize not everyone gets to go on vacation, not everyone expects that. And it’s not that they hurt my feelings because they really don’t. It’s just, you know?

Anyway enjoy my thoughts I guess?

[aerislei]

I'm so normal about this you guys.

(spoilers below the cut, ofc)

So I know Summer's kind of been lurking around the narrative for a ... long time. We see summer's emblem and grave before we even see Ruby's face in the red trailer. Never mind the white hooded figure in the Opening and- you know, the picture in volume 3 finally kind of revealing her just a little more. Ruby at her mother's grave, etc. Yang talks about her, a little, here and there. Qrow says she was a bit of a brat. Both Qrow and Raven mention that Ruby is a lot like her.

But we've kept her very much a mystery.

Of course in the wake of volume 9 she's still a mystery. super mom, fighter of grimm and baker of cookies. But for the first time we've got a rather human element added - she lied about where she was going that night. It doesn't change that she may-or-may-not be dead. It doesn't change anything at all, really.

But it also changes everything. What was summer going to do that night? How much does Raven know? Its incredibly likely that whatever happened that night is directly responsible for exactly the way Raven behaves now.

Summer and Raven did something together but told no one else about it. Summer felt okay trusting Raven with whatever this mission was, but told no one else. Raven, who would sometime around this period also gained the Spring Maiden's powers. And, of course, who seemed to be aware that Salem cannot be defeated.

How... curious.

My current theory is essentially that Summer talked Raven into helping because she knew the boys:tm: would try to stop her, or want to be involved, or both. And she wanted to make sure that the kids would be well taken care of. I think that Raven's portal went to the previous spring maiden, given the timeline that we're working in. As for what they ran into... what happened... while I have theories they're far less concrete. I'm excited to see if we get an answer finally. Summer absolutely hoped she would come home but knew it was likely she wouldn't and my heart just aches. That must have been a hell of a decision.

On lighter notes, learning that Yang got her awkward flirting from Raven, and seeing what "a bit of a brat" might mean, a little was glorious. Poly-STRQs are winning, feasting. We've been on about Taiyang-entire team-Xiao Long for ages but Summer may well have been just as in on it.

I just. I can't wait to see where this goes! Like, Raven knew something! Did she go to Taiyang at the end of volume six and finally be truthful? Is Ruby going to tell Yang what she saw? And are they going to corner Raven to demand the information she has? Whatever it might be? It feels like we're so close to finally learning the truth about Summer. And yet... -

We've barely learned anything.

RIP to my kusarigama wielder summer rose hc tho, ig. that was definitely an axe-gun. It doesn't have a name yet tho so im gonna keep calling it briar rose. Also 0 promises that I don't use my original design sometimes Anyway.

[silversnaffles]

*sigh* guess I have to stop shit posting on here and start posting about horses again now y’all are crawling back (I’m kidding lmao I’m happy people are coming back to tumblr)

I do actually want to post about my life with the horses again im just burnt out by social media, y’know? And it sucks lol I’ll get back on it. I just need to treat tumblr how I used to, and get back into the swing of it.

I currently only really lurk on here to satiate whatever brainrot I have going on as tumblr always has the best fanfiction and art, but it’s time to get back to business baby

For a quick summary: I still have Amera, Tara, Jim, and Sage - Sage is currently on loan on the same yard as the other ponies, I’m unsure whether he’ll be staying under that persons care or not. It depends on them, but tbh I kinda miss having him all to myself lmao brat Hannah coming in strong. In all honesty, I’m not actually sure how dedicated they are to him anymore, which is fine. They also said something drunk to my mum the other week which did upset me though - saying that he’s quirky and “not even Hannah wants him” which really upset me. I only let them have him on loan as I was worried he needed more attention than what I could give him at the time and they seemed to love him as much as I do. Sage is my darling (and he’s not actually quirky but that’s an issue for another time). But hey maybe it’ll work out, I do care about his loaners a lot. They are good friends, I just worry about my horses. But hey, who doesn’t?

I’ll do a proper post on this update soon, but unfortunately I lost Kosha last month. I couldn’t bring myself to post about losing him properly - I just did sort of announcements on ig stories and on my Twitter. It was rough. Unsure of whether it was an benign tumour from his Cushings or potentially acorn poisoning (huge rise in that locally) but he was put to sleep last month. 20 years together 💔

I now live in Norway! Once my residency is officially approved (meeting in Jan - kept getting postponed thanks to covid and I got stuck in the uk for almost 2 years, and I currently pay 50% tax until I get my national ID and don’t have to use a Dnumber anymore yikes), I’ll be putting money to the side to move ponies over here! The plan is to get Jim here first, then Tara. I’m currently only able to have 3 over here, so if Sage stays on loan I’ll bring Amera over, but if I take Sage back then he’ll move over here. Amera will then stay with my mum, and I can cuddle her whenever I go home. Whilst I’d love to have all four here, Im not sure I’ll be able to afford it. Three will be a push. I’ll see how I go financially I’ll talk it through with my boss if I think I can afford it. Otherwise I’d prioritise Sage over Amera purely because my mum gets along with Amera better and honestly I don’t think Amera cares that much about being ridden y’know? I mean no horse really does but she has a genuine lack of interest in it and loves living in a big herd and just getting the regular cuddles and weekly grooming sessions. So we’ll see what happens there. They’ll still get herd turnout here in Norway, it just won’t be grazing all year bc of snow etc, they have like gravel paddocks with smaller herds (they’re currently in a herd of around 16?? Idk I haven’t counted in a while whereas here the biggest herd is a herd of 6) and then grazing for the spring, summer, and autumn.

Anyway that’s all I can think of for now! Hopefully I can get my ass into gear, tidy up ol’ silversnaffles and start posting properly again!!!

[crsinclair]

so here's the scoop

Actually before that, I wanna say that I've participated in the Erasermic Omegaverses Zine this year, can't remember if I yelled about that on here? I was a fic writer for that - if you like Erasermic and like ABO, here's the link to the collection on Ao3! Mind the tags on the individual fics, please! ANYWAY. I've had. A fucking. Time. Kinda a rant and also an explanation for why I've been absent and also why I linked my kofi at the bottom of this. A lot of shit happened!🙃 This summer, my Papa passed away. I loved him. I really did. He was funny, kind, and he took shit from absolutely no one. If it hadn't been him I would have said I wasn't going to go help out and I was just going to go to the funeral. But it was him, so I told my friends that I was going back to the city, and I was going to help settle everything, pack his things, etc, because I loved him. I should have stayed home. First of all, my family treated me like free labor and like shit while I was there to help out. Second of all, I got into a car accident on the way to the funeral and the guy who hit me tried to intimidate me into not calling the police before driving off - and yes, I was injured. Third, my family "expressed concern" over my injury and then proceeded to have me write the obituary, decorate the funeral room alone, and asked me to be a pallbearer while injured. I could go into so much more detail but I'll spare you the horror of My Family™️. I'm honestly surprised I made it home without collapsing. AND ON THAT NOTE: A week later, I did collapse. Dramatically, and with flair. I was recovering from both whiplash, grief, and having to spend time with My Family™️ and over at my friend's grandmother's house when suddenly I didn't feel well. I stood up to splash some water on my face, got into the restroom, realized, "Hm, this is more serious than Not Feeling Well, I should tell someone Right Fucking Now," wobbled back into the other room, told the grandmother that something was wrong, and then proceeded to collapse to the ground and have a heart attack. After that, my heart rate would not calm the fuck down and I had wild heart palpitations for the next seven hours! Yes, I went to the hospital. I have been to the hospital twice more after that, had several more doctor appointments, have had several tests done (including a Tilt Table test, which 0/10, do not recommend), and there's plenty more that I could talk about (like the Tilt Table test, though I might just make a TikTok account for just to rant about that akdhfa it's both not funny and FUNNY), but what it all boils down to is this: I have a very, very severe case POTS all of a sudden and my doctor is still trying to figure out what the hell caused it. Currently I'm trying for disability benefits because I legitimately cannot work - my sleep schedule is fucked, my energy levels are all over the place, I can't stand for long at all without fainting and I can't sit for varying length of time without the same. I hate to even do this, but I'm a broke bitch who has medical bills for tests and operations (god I have one in just a few days and I am NOT looking forward to it) that I can't pay for because I don't have insurance, so: Here's my kofi page if you'd like to buy me a coffee or help me not stress about the multiple doctors visits I have every month!

I do have, like, actual things I want to talk about other than "Oh this is what I've been up to - BEING SICK" - like the cute EMic fics I have in the works, the Cheeky Brat fic I've been working on and haven't been talking about on here because it's 🤭 e x p l i c i t (teehee) and even my DnD shit that is mostly entirely self indulgent but I don't care I'm going to shove it in your faces anyway.

Anyways, that's what I've been up to. I've posted about a good portion of this on Twitter, so I know some of you guys know about this, but I wanted to give Tumblr a heads up that I am bed ridden and Doing My Best.😫

[chikoyama]

Nsfw headcanons: Chiyori edition

Chiyori is a switch. If anything, she’s a softdom (gently assertive). Is reluctant to give up control, but is willing to if she likes the other a lot, and the chances are that she does if she’s having sex with them. (Watch her become nervous, or fumble, lol).

She’s likely not into degradation at all. Though, calling her princess or brat as a form of teasing or endearment is acceptable: “You’re just a little princess huh?” or: “You’re being a brat today, aren’t you?”

For Chiyori, sex is all about consent, vulnerability, intimacy and having fun, but for first-timers (with her) she’ll likely ask for lots of confirmation. “Is it okay if I touch you here?” She’ll whisper as her hand hovers over a specific body part. “Do you like it when I do this?” She’s gentle and patient but intense.

Won’t initiate kissing on the lips a lot, but will reciprocate if the other does. Weirdly enough, it’s her least favourite type of physical touch, but maybe it’s because she relies on her voice to communicate if things get too much — her way of ensuring that she has at least some control without completely discouraging them if her partner gets too greedy,

As much as Chiyori enjoys being teased, she likes to tease as well. If she’s in a playful mood, she’ll pull away just to have their lips chasing hers, or gently tell them to stay put until she allows them to move. “Be good,” she commands gently, patiently.

Might appear incredibly nervous, embarrassed or overwhelmed, but won’t be afraid to tell when to slow down or stop. What I’m saying here is that they don’t need to hold back if she appears uncomfortable — just trust that she’s able to handle it in her own way. “W-wait…” she pants, whimpering softly against them. (They can ignore her request though, lol. She’ll shove them away if they reach her hard limit, which I’m not sure is when).

If feeling extra frisky, Chiyori might engage in predator/prey play in which she’s the prey. Set her free in the woods, barefoot and wearing a white summer dress, and let her get chased till she tires out completely. Toy with her a bit, and then have her any way they like (she’s probably too worn out to fight back anyway, or will just give in). She likes the thrill of being the (hard-earned) prize.

If she trusts them a lot, she’s open to experimenting and suggesting new ways of doing things, but will probably appear kind of timid about it — she’s nervous of judgment. For example, she wouldn’t mind using her abilities to potentially heighten the experience.

Giving/receiving praise.

For Chiyori, to even want to have sex with someone, there likely needs to be a form of emotional connection built already. She doesn’t care about how conventionally attractive they are. This means, she does not thirst for attractive villains.

She’s not very loud or wordy, but she does make plenty of adorable sounds; lots of soft whimpering, gasps and mewls. Might whine if she grows impatient.

Chiyori enjoys being appreciated, so if someone makes her beg for it, she’ll get all flustered — she’s used to just getting it all served, lmfao.

Is very polite and says thank you after they fucked her (well). Cute.

Enjoys making herself look scrumptious for her partner. She takes care of herself, clean shaves, applies lotion to her skin etc. but honestly, she does this in general as well. Chiyori likes when her partner is unable to keep their hands and mouth off of her — that is until she’s had enough. At that point, they may look, but not touch. Like a cat when it exposes its belly but then scratches when you reach for it.

Sometimes wants to be manhandled, other times wants to be treated as an invaluable treasure — might get bored if it’s always the same.

Probably wants to cuddle afterwards and have pillow talk conversations.

[doctorfreak]

not to sound just like every 20something homo right now but its hard not 2 appreciate charli xcx. im glad i got out of my disdain for pop music era because i really liked her approach until now to songwriting of making lyrics that feel fun to sing, which kind of reminds me of old brian eno recording gibberish sounds and listening back and translating them into english lyrics. but NOW she decided No, she's going to write emotional and real lyrics, and it has No Shred of that fauxthenticity celebrities love right now, they're complex and not afraid of consequences (suggesting she's the other girl, nuance to the "girl's girl", etc.) AND she also is not trying to even rhyme in a lot of songs so it comes off just like. journaling. and the production supports every vibe so nicely. maybe it works for me and not the 22 year olds who want Vroom Vroom 2 because of the subject matters and the homages to myspace-era pop. anyways. happy brat summer

[takeaslicex]

JUST YOU AND ME

Pairing: Levi Ackerman (Attack on Titan) x Female!Reader

Content Warning: NSFW (minors do NOT interact), vaginal sex, office sex, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, built-up sexual tension, etc.

Word count: 3.5k+

Summary: The three times that Levi Ackerman gets cockblocked, and the time he refused to let there be a fourth.

Authors Note: If you're viewing this on mobile, I apoligize for the slightly weird formatting around words that are italicized. I unfortunately can't seem to make it dissapear, so I hope this doesn't hinder your enjoyment while reading. Anyways, thank you for reading!

© 2021, takeaslicex. All Rights Reserved.

“So, why did we only start sparring just now? ” you teased from a few steps behind Levi, your pace behind him steadily increasing in a desperate attempt to keep up with your lover as he rushed down the halls to his office. You had never seen him like this before - so discomposed, so flustered, and all because of you.

You were so here for this.

“Annoying brat,” he groaned to himself, “I bet you think you’re just fucking hilarious , don’t you?”

You smiled. “Oh, I know I’m hilarious.”

He tisked at that, his pace increasing as he took a sharp turn left. “Do you have any idea how close I was to losing my mind over you in front of my cadets? Tsk, and you wonder why we never sparred together until now. I can’t stand you.”

A few steps away from his office now, you smiled and started taking your jacket off - just one more layer of clothing Levi wouldn’t have to deal with momentarily. “So you hate me now, huh?”

As Levi opened the door, he was incredibly quick to grab your wrist and yank you into his office. The sudden and harsh slam of the door was almost a relief to Levi - finally, alone , as he shoved you into the wooden door, earning a weak gasp from you at the sudden sensation. “I hate your fucking guts,” he spoke lowly into your mouth before he crashed his lips to yours passionately.

Levi kissed you hard - consuming you as if you were a drop of water in a canteen in the scorching summer. You excitedly matched his energy as you laced your arms around his necks and ran them through his soft, raven hair - he really is too soft and too pretty to be so deadly, you thought to yourself. 

At the pace Levi was going at, you could tell that he had no desire to take this slow - he wanted you now . He hooked his fingers to the undersides of your knees and effortlessly wrapped your legs around his waist, earning a sharp gasp that had escaped your mouth to tremble against his lips in the process. Hoisting you further into the air, Levi carried you to his desk and sat you down on the edge after he had impatiently pushed away the neatly organized papers that he had on his desk onto the floor. 

“Christ, what are you doing to me, Y/N?” he groaned into your mouth, using his roaming hands at your waist to hoist your shirt up. “You’re intoxicating, absolutely fucking intoxicating.” 

The smallest of disappointed whimpers escaped your lips as he left yours, but the pleasurable sensation of his lips against your jaw was quick to follow. He sucked at the skin right below your ear before his lips began to travel to your neck as you arched your head back, allowing him further access to your skin.

“Fuck,” you breathed, your mouth hung slightly open in pleasure. If anybody is intoxicating, Levi, it’s you.  “Keep going, Captain.”

He smirked against your skin at his title being used. “You teased me in front of my cadets, and you want me to keep going?” he asked, genuine curiosity laced in his voice as he started to kiss your clothed chest. As his lips traveled further down, he hoisted your shirt up so that he could kiss your bare stomach. A small laugh bubbled in your chest as he pressed a long kiss to your belly button. “Dumb brat, you should be punished just for the way you straddled me alone.” 

Levi’s fingers were quick to start unbuttoning your pants as he lowered himself down to his knees. You couldn’t help but let an excited grin take over your face - your lover’s punishments were never exactly punishments. 

But before Levi could even get your pants off - the worst thing that could’ve happened, happened.

“Captain Shorty! You’ll never guess what Moblit and I found while we were - AHHHHHH!'' The door to Levi’s office had swung open as casually as if they had entered a platoon. There stood Hange, and the sight they beheld when they realized what they were interrupting was an interesting one. It was you, a disheveled and half-clothed mess with your legs spread open. And Captain Levi, Humanity’s Strongest Soldier, had his face in between your legs. 

You and Levi had both been too caught up in the moment to lock the door, you both concluded at the same time. You were both mortified. 

“Shit - oh fuck! Sorry! I’m sorry!” Hange slapped the papers that they were holding to their eyes to shield their gaze, yet made no effort to actually leave Levi’s office.

“Just get the fuck out, Four-Eyes!” Levi shouted, his palm meeting his forehead in frustration as his elbow dug into your thigh. There wasn’t much you could do to cover yourself, but in a desperate attempt, you shoved your shirt back down over your stomach. “If word gets out about this, I’ll flay you alive!”

“Oh, shit - right! Totally my bad, I’m so sorry!” they nervously slammed the door close from the other side, but Hange wasn’t done there. “Nice to see that you’re a giver, Shorty!” 

Oh my god. 

You looked down at Levi and could already tell that his embarrassment levels had skyrocketed - and that he was definitely no longer in any mood to pick up where he had left off. Sighing, you leaned down and kissed the top of his forehead before the two of you both got up, as you buttoned your pants back up. 

“I expect a full refund for what you were just about to do, you know,” you playfully nudged his ribs, earning the smallest of smiles from your lover. He reached over and reassuringly ruffled your hair before planting a soft kiss on your temple. 

“Tonight, after dinner,” he decided already. “Come straight home, brat. Don’t make me wait all night for you.”

You smiled genuinely at him, giving him a joking salute. “Sir, yes, sir!”

He tisked at that. “Good girl. Now, help me clean these papers up.”

  —

  After dinner at the mess halls, Levi had his mind on one thing, and on one thing only - you . Mock fighting with you during training earlier had taken a bigger toll on him than he had originally thought, and then he had to go and get interrupted by Hange while he was finally relieving his pent-up lust. He wanted you bad , and as he steadily made his way back to your room, he couldn’t wait to reclaim you.

As Levi opened the door to your room, your shared room with him , he couldn’t help but let a jolt of disappointment course through him at the sight of your sleeping body curled up in bed. Of course, he couldn’t stay mad at you for too long - your peaceful and at rest body curled up against his pillow with his long-sleeve shirt on you was a difficult thing to be mad at. He imagined that you had intended to wait for him to get home, but that you had eventually succumbed to your exhaustion. Levi didn’t have the heart to wake you up, either. You were so hardworking and dedicated to your work - and who was he to wake you up from your well-deserved rest?

Plus, Levi didn’t feel like dealing with the wrath that you would reign over him if he woke you up either.

So, instead of fulfilling his promise to you from earlier, Levi showered and changed out of his clothes and slipped into only a fresh pair of boxers before he climbed into bed with you, snaking a gentle yet claiming arm around your waist from behind as he pulled you close into his chest.

Tomorrow morning, you’re all mine , Levi had decided before he rested his chin on your head and eventually drifted off into slumber himself. 

  —

  The morning greeted Levi kindly - after all, there isn’t a much better awakening than having your lover give you soft kisses all over your face. Normally, Levi might have been annoyed by getting his sleep interrupted so abruptly, but something about you doing it so softly was endearing.

Levi’s eyes fluttered open as he regained consciousness and took in the sight of you straddling his lap, your face millimeters from his as you continued to press kisses all over his face. “Good morning, my love,” you whispered into his cheek. Just as you were about to kiss him an nth time, Levi cupped your face and pulled you in for a lazy morning kiss.

“Good morning, Y/N,” he muttered against your lips. “You fell asleep on me last night.”

You giggled against his lips as his hands met your hips, slowly moving up and down against your skin from underneath his shirt that you were still wearing. “Yeah, sorry about that. I actually came home early so I wouldn’t keep you waiting, but ended up falling asleep instead. So, it looks like we’re even now, huh?”

Levi supposed that was true, you were even now. But that didn’t matter now, he had you all to himself now. “Fuckin’ brat.”

The two of you wasted no time in crashing your lips together in a raw, sloppy, and passionate kiss. Levi sat up and wrapped his arms around your lower back, bringing your chest right up against his until any space that distanced you was closed. Both yours and his hands were wandering viciously - your hands were raking his hair feverishly as his hands scratched at your back. You could feel his growing erection underneath you, and it only incited further excitement.

“Levi,” you moaned into his mouth, grinding against him slowly as he moved his lips to your neck. Levi was getting harder, and you could tell that he wasn’t going to fuck around further with foreplay, until-

“Captain Y/N!” Three consecutive knocks from an unfamiliar voice sounded against the door, causing both you and Levi to stop in your tracks. “Commander Erwin has requested your presence in his office, right away ma’am!”

“Ignore them,” Levi immediately demanded into your mouth, sure and final. If Levi was willing to go against the Commander of all people, then you knew he wasn’t fucking around about needing to fuck you here and now. You didn’t have much of a choice in the matter of deciding to leave this bed, so you continued to kiss him instead.

“Captain Y/N!” They knocked again, earning a mutual grunt of annoyance out of both of you. “The Commander wishes to speak to you immediately, please meet him in your office as soon as possible!”

You huffed and pushed yourself off of Levi - whoever was outside your door wasn’t going away until they got your word that you were coming. “Good god, I hear you! Give me a second to get dressed, will you?”

“Of course, Captain! I’ll inform the Commander that you’re on your way!”

Levi cursed as he brought his hands up to your cheeks and cupped your face again. He stared you directly into your eyes as he said, “I’m going to rip his shitty eyebrows right off of his shitty fucking face, Y/N.”

You giggled and attempted to wiggle out of his embrace. “You will do no such thing!”

Levi halted your attempt to break free. “Come on, just a quickie. The shithead outside already left.”

You tisked at that. “You don’t like quickies.”

That wasn’t necessarily true, but Levi did prefer taking his precious time with you.

“I like them today.”

What a tempting offer - but truthfully, if you allowed a quickie to occur, you feared that you would never end up leaving your bed.

You laughed and planted an innocent peck on Levi’s lips before you got up to get dressed and meet the Commander in his office. Meanwhile, Levi pondered how he could actually rip Erwin’s eyebrows off and still get away with it.

  —

  When Levi heard from Eren and Mikasa that you were in your own office later that evening, all he could think about was bending you over and fucking you until you could see God.

The pace that Levi was walking at was all too similar to the pace he had when he led you to his office yesterday - and he was all too determined for the outcome of this encounter to be entirely different.

Levi was rarely this discomposed, and never this horny. Fuck, he felt like one of the teenagers he trains. But the fact that you had managed to slip out of his grasp not once, not twice, but three times within the last 36 hours had him practically running to your office.

In short, he needed you now .

So when he walked into your office and saw you leaning against your desk, and Hange and Erwin standing across from you - the two cockblockers of the week - he just about lost his shit. 

Nope. Nope . Hell fucking no. Fuck this shit.

“Levi,” Erwin almost flinched at Levi swinging your office door wide open. Not closed - because your guests wouldn’t be staying much longer. “Y/N was just telling us about-”

“Not now, Eyebrows. You,” he pointed to Erwin, “and you,” he then pointed to Hange, “Get out. Now.”

You scoffed at that. “Levi, what are you-"

“You, quiet, ” he raised his eyebrows at you, before dragging his gaze back to the two intruders, “You two - get out before I drag the both of you out.”

“Holy shit! What’s gotten into you, Shorty? Did a titan crawl up your-” Hange almost continued their beratement against Levi, until it dawned on them why Levi was so pissy. “Haha! Oh shit!”

“Levi?” Erwin had no clue why Levi was so riled up, “What are you-"

“Commander, please!” Hange grabbed his hand through laughter, almost dragging Erwin out of the office before Levi did it himself, “If we want to live to see tomorrow, then I suggest we hop outta here, yeah?”

Poor Erwin still didn’t have the slightest clue as to why he wasn’t welcome, since he hadn’t been the one to physically interrupt the two of you this morning, but Levi couldn’t have given less of a shit about his Commander’s confusion as he slammed the door right behind them. 

You couldn’t help but smirk at Levi as he slammed the door. “What’s wrong, Levi? You seem a little flustered, my love.”

Levi was standing in front of you within a second. “Christ, you’re insufferable,” his hands were on your cheeks now, “and fucking irresistible, too.”

In a flash, Levi’s lips had crashed into yours, his lips moving against yours with fire, passion, and hunger. Fuck, he needed this. He needed to feel your skin shiver against his, he needed to hear your shaky and pleasured breaths, and he needed to feel you while he was inside of you. As his tongue slipped inside of your mouth, access you had immediately granted, you knew this entirely.

Again, and to your expectation, Levi wasted no time with foreplay, and spent little time on that heated little makeout session of yours. Levi’s lips parted with yours and found their way to the base of your neck as he sucked on your skin, your hips digging into his form as his hands found their way to your belt. Taking the hint, you started to work at his belt as you melted into his hungry kisses at your neck. Surely you would need to hide your neck tomorrow , you quickly thought to yourself.

“All fucking day,” he grunted into your neck, his teeth ghosting against your skin causing you to shiver and arch your back, “All fucking day, I’ve been thinking about fucking you against this desk, and you’ve been shooting the shit with half the fucking island. Do you even want this, brat?”

Before you could even respond, Levi captured you in another starving kiss. He felt you gasp into his mouth as he used his thumbs to push your pants and underwear down at the same time. As you continued to work at his belt, and as you could feel him getting harder and harder as this became more heated, Levi dipped his hand down to palm at your pussy - the whimper it elicited from you was music to his ears.

“Ah, so you do want this,” Levi smirked into your mouth, almost impressed with how quickly it took for you to get wet for him. You couldn’t help but smile back at him as his thumb rolled over your clit at about the same time you got his pants off - the both of your pants pooling at your ankles. “That’s a very good girl. Now, bend over.”

He didn’t have to ask you twice - you separated your lips from his and turned around to bend over, but your speed was not to Levi’s liking as he pressed his hand into your lower back and pushed you down. He bent down and pressed a hard and loving kiss to the back of your neck as he positioned your right leg up so that it was up on the desk, the kiss nearly leaving you a heated mess before he could even finally push himself inside of you. 

“If I’m able to walk tomorrow, Levi, I’m going to be pissed .”

An adoring and amused smile crept against his features at that - a sight you were unfortunate enough to miss, but fortunately because Levi was positioning himself to enter your bent-over form. As soon as Levi entered you - slowly, enough to get you used to his size - you knew you would regret challenging him.

Your face pressed into your wooden desk, you gasped against it as you reached up to grip your hands against the edge of the other side of your desk. Soon enough, the sound of his skin smacking against yours and your mutual mangled breaths were the only sounds audible in your office as Levi’s hands guided your hips against his cock, sharp nails digging into your skin as he did so.

“ Christ , you’re taking me so fucking well,” Levi admired, his speed increasing as he continued to pound into you, his eyes dilating with lust as he watched your eyes roll to the back of your head as your face lolled to the side. “What a beautiful, beautiful , perfect girl.”

“L-Le...Levi…” you whimpered, forgiving your desk for being such a rough surface to get fucked on as you continued to move against Levi’s cock, his hips bucking against your backside with intensity. He was fucking you exactly how he’s been wanting to fuck you ever since you sparred with him yesterday morning. “F-fuck!”

You moved your right hand back and wiggled your fingers, signaling that you wanted Levi’s hand to hold yours when you cum. Levi knew you were both about to cum as his fingers linked with your against the desk, his speed and pressure increasing as he continued to thrust his cock inside of you. The deep grunts and shaky sighs coming out of his mouth were almost angelic.

“Y/N, fuck ,” Levi groaned into the air, moments away from coming undone. “Show me what I do to you, Y/N. Cum all nice and pretty for me, yeah?”

Your hand tightens against his as the dam in your stomach breaks, and the water starts to flood - an immense and euphoric orgasm causing your entire body to shake and ripple as you shriek against the wood of your desk. Levi was quick to follow - a low and shortened moan sounding in the air as he coated your walls white with his cum as he came to a still inside of you.

What was it he said he wanted to do? Fuck you until you see God?

Your breath was shaky and mutilated as Levi suddenly pulled out of you, his cum slowly dripping out of your pussy and down your thigh as he did so. The thing about fucking unexpectedly in an office was there wasn’t a ton of options to use for aftercare cleanup, but Levi made do as he used a busted and ratted-up blanket you had on the back of your couch to clean you up.

You tisked at that. “Well, guess I can’t use that blanket for naps anymore.”

He scowled at you in disapproval, wiping your inner thigh clean. “You nap in here, brat? And with this of all things? This shit-colored thing?”

You laughed genuinely at that, causing Levi to smile as he turned your body around to face him once you were all cleaned up. He helped you sit up as the strain in the lower half of your body would surely start taking its toll, he guided your arms up to wrap around his neck. “My birthday is coming up, you know. Buy me a better one for my birthday.”

That , he could do, since he just turned your office blanket into a cum rag. “Hmph. Maybe I will.”

The kiss that followed was a soft and loving one, and so was the second round of sex later that night, and the third, and the fourth...