#he doesn't have an emotional response such as disgust or arousal

[lactodebillus-bulgaricus]

little bulgaria: hugs the nikephoros I skull cup while sleeping

teen bulgaria: hugs the baldwin I skull cup while sleeping

adult bulgaria: hugs a jar with tsar boris III's heart in it while sleeping

[cuffmeinblack]

Crimson Sheets

Ron Weasley x f!reader

Tags: explicit | period sex | blood | cunnilingus | menophilia??

1.5k words

Summary: Ron doesn't let a silly little thing like menstruation stop perfectly good morning sex.

A/n: I feel like I should apologise. Eh. But seriously if period sex gives you the squick obviously don't read!

Sheer torture.

That's what this was. 

Your skin heated with the flush of arousal, every gentle flick of Ron's tongue against your lips sending your heart hammering against your rib cage. There was no escaping this without the bitter pang of disappointment and the resultant hours spent in agonising frustration.

With all the regret in the world, you pulled away from the heated kiss, panting and fingers flexing around the fabric of his shirt, held together by a mere two buttons. You’d been busy unpicking them when you’d had the bitter realisation that you had to stop. 

Ron's eyelids fluttered, lips still parted as his groggy mind caught up to what you’d just done. He looked adorable, confused and entirely fuckable—and therein lay the problem. You groaned and covered your face with your hands, willing the throbbing ache between your legs to dull.

“What's wrong? Not feeling it?” He'd never been very good at keeping his emotions from his voice; you could hear the barely masked disappointment, the hint of concern.

“No! I mean yes, God, yes I am, but…fuck.” Your fingers slid down your cheeks, looking up into Ron's eyes that sparkled in the gentle dawn light, shadows dancing across his fiery ruffled hair. “I just can't. You know…” You gestured vaguely to where your bodies met, his morning glory pressed against you. It wasn't enough, could never be enough; the tantalising friction never quite brought the relief you desperately sought. Another low groan left your mouth, hips shifting in surrender—it would have to do. “M’on my period,” you muttered.

Ron, rather than simply rolling off you or wincing in disgust, merely licked his lips and his gaze continued to linger on where you were pressed together. When he finally looked at you through hooded eyes, framed in those pretty blond lashes, he did so with a devilishly crooked smile. He shrugged with one shoulder, resuming his slow grinding against your aching core. “Doesn't bother me.” And then his lips were once again pressed to yours, firmer, his tongue slipping between your parted lips.

“Ron…,” you gasped, further debate captured by his increasingly heated kiss. His hands were roaming, shedding his layers. 

Thank Merlin.

You kissed him back eagerly, fingers tracing the waistband of his pyjama trousers before tugging them down, grabbing a handful of his behind to pull him closer, desperate for more friction. He grinned against your lips and shuffled out of the last of his clothes, kneeling before you completely unabashed. His cock stood proud, thick and glistening; your core throbbed in response.

He was staring hungrily at your curves, sliding your vest up and shorts down to expose as much skin as possible, and then it hit you—shyness. Your hand flew out and grabbed his wrist. “Don’t look, I need to take off—”

“Don’t be daft, I’m not afraid of a bit of blood,” he scoffed.

There was no deterring him, as much as it pained you to see him ogling your knickers with a blood-stained pad clinging to them for dear life. To his credit, he didn’t bat an eyelid, didn’t seem to care at all; merely threw them over his shoulder and resumed kneading every inch of flesh he could find with a mesmerised sort of worship whilst his erection twitched with want.

Ron took a palm full of your tender breast and lowered himself on top of you, lips finding the sensitive skin behind your ear. Kissing, licking and murmuring praises, he sent you into a pleasure-filled stupor where nothing else mattered but his touch. He trailed down your body, his copper mop fisted tightly in your hand.

The ache between your legs grew painful as he took his sweet time, breathing so ragged you could scarcely call his name between gasping for air. When finally you felt him nip at your hip bone, your eyes flew wide in realisation of where he was and what he intended to do.

“Ron, what—”

“Just relax, will you?” He tutted and planted two large hands on your thighs, spreading your legs wide with a firm grip that invited no debate before shuffling to get comfortable on the bed between them. 

All you could do was gape, disbelieving. You almost shoved him away in shame, but what exactly was there to be shameful of? Ron was busy kissing your inner thighs, tinged pink with blood, entirely unperturbed and moaning happily as he did so. You loosened the grip on his hair and he looked up at you, smirking, before delving between your thighs with renewed vigour.

His tongue found its mark almost immediately. A great shiver ran up your spine as he licked between your folds, right over your sensitive clit. He pushed your legs higher, firmly planted against his shoulders, and nestled deeper.

“Fucking hell,” was all you could manage to say as he licked and sucked without hesitation, barely drawing breath. He was clearly enjoying himself, just as much as he usually did when he’d beg to taste you; even as you saw red blooming on his cupid’s bow and the tip of his nose, he didn’t falter. 

Your combined moans filled the room, almost deafening amongst the wet, squelching sounds emanating from between your legs. Your face was already too heated to blush, and he was far too distracting to give the mess much thought. Your orgasm didn’t merely creep up on you; it ramped up so swiftly your head spun, until you were gripping the sheets and arching your back clean off them, gasping Ron’s name with an uninhibited plea.

His eyes fixed upon you so intently it might’ve been unnerving, yet was so beautifully intimate as he wordlessly coaxed forth your release. When he added two fingers inside you, you finally let go. Stars erupted in your vision as you reached your climax and fell into blissful oblivion, the orgasm so intense you almost cried with relief.

“Th’s’it,” Ron mumbled, before returning his mouth to you, gently lapping in rhythm to the waves of pleasure threatening to drown you. His fingers curled inside you, languorously pumping in and out, as if beckoning more, more, more. “You’re so bloody beautiful, fuck…”

It might have been a mere minute later, yet felt like an eternity before you could finally manage to prop yourself on your elbows, dizzy and enveloped in a heavenly haze. Ron smiled up at you, and he looked like he’d been caught in a massacre. Red streaked his chin, his nose; his lips stained so darkly with fresh blood it reminded you of a vampire caught feasting on his prey.

“I…what a mess,” you said weakly. He still had his fingers inside you, lazily caressing. He licked his lips again and smiled.

“You still taste amazing,” he replied, blinking slowly.

You let out a shaky laugh, still helplessly aroused; either in despite of or because of the sight, you weren’t sure. Though your muscles protested, you sat up, intending to push Ron back on the side of the bed still unmarred, but he had other plans.

“I’m not done with you yet.” His voice was low and husky, dripping with lust, and the fire in his eyes caught you by surprise.

“I thought I'd repay the favour,” you said by way of explanation, but clearly he didn’t want your hand, or your mouth.

“I need to be inside you.” He clambered over you, and you fell back against the mattress. Hands stained crimson pinned you beneath him, thighs spreading your legs wide once more. His cock prodded at your slick entrance, twitching eagerly. He looked feral, animalistic, almost.

“You like this, don’t you?” 

He answered with a hard thrust, one swift motion that filled you completely. “You have no idea,” he rasped. He pulled out slowly before plunging back inside with a low groan. “You feel so good.”

There was no stopping him, and you had no intention of doing so. Every nerve ending you possessed seemed sensitised, and his relentless pounding turned you into a limp and boneless mess that knew only pleasure and nothing of your own name. He held you tightly, his knuckles white, hips snapping with synchronised moans. You thought you managed to say his name but it only came out as a whimper when your walls fluttered around him, another orgasm consuming the last of your ability to form coherent speech.

“That’s it, come for me…” Ron gasped, his gaze fixed where he continued to pound into you, watching intently as you squeezed around him. “Fucking hell, babe, you’re such a mess.”

He said it not laughing or with disgust but in awe, utterly transfixed. “I’m gonna…”

“Come inside me, Ron,” you whimpered.

He needed no more encouragement; with a shudder and an ear splitting moan, his orgasm exploded, filling you with his release. Each pulse of his cock came with a new gasp or expletive, his head thrown back but eyes still on you. Soon you were dripping cum on the ruined bed sheets as he thrusted slowly inside you, unable to take any more. 

You had nothing left to give; you were ruined.

Ron slumped down next to you, and you lapsed into astonished silence for several minutes before you both tried to break it at once.

“That was ama—”

“Best sex ev—”

You both laughed, relieved that the other felt the same. 

When you looked down at your bodies, legs now entwined and Ron’s hands firmly encircling your waist, you smiled. The blood would wash off with the sweat and other bodily fluids once you stood under the shower; just another to add to the steady stream of water. All those days you’d shied away from intimacy for fear of disgusting him now felt like wasted opportunities.

“What are you thinking?” he finally asked.

“That it’s a shame. I really liked these bed sheets.”

[slttygeto]

Hear me out, satoru and suguru boyfriend headcanons 👁 👁

boyfriend headcanons !!

response: say less mommy.

synopsis: how are they like when you're dating?

featuring: gojo satoru, geto suguru

warning: nsfw content

author's note: happy suguru day<3 i love my lil ballistic mass murderer so much

reblogs and replies are appreciated !!

gojo satoru

sfw

in my eyes he's literally the best

as an individual, gojo likes to have fun

so you can imagine when he has a partner

he's very big on pda, but if his partner is uncomfortable with it he will drop it in a second

your comfort when he's around means the whole world to him, he knows he can be a little bit annoying and obnoxiously loud but once the sun sets he's a complete different person (i make it sound like hes some kind of mystical creature)

beach dates! park dates! visiting that one restaurant that's owned by a nice old couple kind of dates!

he loves it when you ask him to do stuff for you, it makes him feel like you actually do want him in your life

nose kisses and big smooches on your lips are his favorite thing in the whole world I cant even begin to describe how much he loves to just hold your face and go "mmmmwah" just to see your face scrunch in fake disgust but your cheeks redden a bit at how much he likes to show his love for you

he will never admit it but one time you two were cuddling and you randomly said that you loved him

he did say it back but when he went to the bathroom it wasn't because he wanted to pee but because he shed a few tears and was too embarrassed to show you that part of him

he's never the type to get emotional quickly but being reminded that in his most vulnerable state, you'd still find him amazing made him a little bit overwhelmed

he loves you<3

nsfw

a giver, such a huuuuuge giver

seeing your eyes roll to the back of your head when he pushes three fingers inside you makes his heart swell with pride and dick throb in his pants

he just can't believe what he's staring at

this is the same person who refused to let him grab the peanut butter jar for her because she said she didn't need him

but now her legs are folded to her chest and her pretty cunt is glistening with arousal, wanting him to stuff it full

his kinks aren't the wildest but if you suggest something, hes down to try it, he doesn't think any kink is weird which can be concerning

but as a gojo fucker and a gojo kinnie myself, i headcanon him as the biggest fan of giving head

he loves receiving it obvious but giving head? oh god sign him in

the feeling of your throbbing clit against his tongue and your juices down his throat makes him feel dizzy

he can't help but push your legs back to expose your pretty pussy for him even more before he's devouring it again

won't stop until you're crying pretty tears of overstimulation<3

oh but when receiving? so mean

oh my god he becomes so mean and rough because he cant get past the fact that your hot mouth feels so good around him

grip your hair, makes you choke on his cock, sometimes fucks your throat if you let him and makes it so messy. he loves the sight of drool and tears on your face and down his dick

he curses so much when he receives, you'd never think he has such a foul mouth

"god- fuck, you're so fucking good I can't believe your mouth feels this good, makes me wonder just how amazing your cunt will feel" "cmon pretty, you can take it, such a pretty thing sure can take cock down her throat, right?"

but as one of the kings of aftercare, he will make sure to hold you, kiss you, clean you and calm you down while reminding you of just how much he loves you.

i love him</3

geto suguru (happy geto day!!!)

sfw

where do i even start

he might be a little intimidating at first that you wouldn't wanna approach him

but after you two start dating, you think that him being intimidating is actually a good thing because literally no one looks at you when you two are outside together

this sweet baby loves intimacy so much

he loves loves looooves forehead kisses, especially if you push his hair back and kiss his forehead and call him pretty

it's not like he's never appreciated but coming from you? fireworks are going off in his stomach

big boy has such huge hands (like gojo tbh) so they're always either resting on your thigh or on your head, he likes to feel like he's close to you without actually invading your personal space if you know what i mean

as much as he enjoys forehead kisses, nothing sends him more than knuckle kisses. he will actually melt into the ground and rise again from the dead looking like a new man

oh and car dates are his favorite :) playing music while driving at night with you next to him makes him feel full.

nsfw

have mercy on me i faint whenever i think of how GOOD this man would be in bed

ok first of all i do see him as a giver just like gojo but the difference between him and his boyfri- best friend, is that he actually lets you do what you want at first

in other words, gojo would never let you go down on him before he does

but geto? honey, he's ready for you to kiss the tip of his dick and worship it like the world is about to end

he's a good receiver, he will make you feel like you're doing a good job and will guide you through it very nicely

holds your hair back, caresses your cheek and asks you to maintain eye contact while saying stuff like "just like that" "you make me feel so good"

daddy issues go brrrrr

but when it's time for him to give? oh good god does he not hold back

takes his time, he likes to spread you open and stare at you until you're literally asking him to do something because you start to feel a little self conscious

once he goes down to business it's over. he enjoys the way you taste so much it drives him crazy

but his favorite part of having sex with you? bullying his cock inside you

nothing gives him so much more than watching you struggle to take his cock

and when he drags it slowly against your walls and you're literally near tears because he feels too good? he thinks he won the lottery

he loves it when your emotions are all mixed up and you dont know how to react to the tip of his dick kissing your sweet spot, you cry out and hold onto him and you hold in a scream all while throwing your head back

once he decides he really want you to lose your mind, he just pushes your knees to your shoulders and starts ramming his dick inside you mercilessly

he will make sure to treat you with so much love and care after, dont worry<3

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[find-me-in-hell]

The Doctor Falls is a good episode, as is World Enough and Time, both for a while multitude of reasons but the Missy and Master scenes are so much fun. Another analysis in which I end up talking about Missy too much. Again.

The haziness here is due to them crossing timelines. I also like how Missy goes 'Am I a woman now?' Because 13 says almost the exact same thing.

Also, the selfcest, as weird as it is. Makes some kind of sense considering its THE MASTER we're talking about here.

I do like Missy acting as if shes on the Masters side, because it is an act. But because the Master is there, well he'd be disgusted that she sided with him, which we do know he is. Because he kills her.

I can't do a post on the Master and Missy in the Doctor Falls without mentioning the absolute gem that is this scene.

Momentary sidetrack:

Bill seeing herself in the mirror and realising what she's become is such a sad scene. Because she didn't just die she was ripped apart and reconstructed in a metal casing and her mind hid and protected her from that. A textbook trauma response. Not wanting to see the damage, the ways you've changed because of what happened.

Getting angry because she can't be angry anymore. Why can't she be angry after all that's happened? Grant her anger at least. She can't have anything else so let her be angry.

And The Pilot (Heather) acting as her tears is so meaningful. Being stripped of emotion but Heather has given her the ability to cry, despite everything. The most impossible thing.

Sorry. I love Bill so much. Her fate saddens me in a way no other companion has.

Getting back on track.

The Master is clearly shocked(?) at the fact that Missy cares because the Master wouldn't, didn't care at all. Didn't care for Bill nor the hundreds of other people who died.

This scene is nice too. Foreshadowing even. I can't remember if Jodie was announced as 13 when this aired but it's a sweet comment.

Can't forget this scene either. Every part of its funny to be honest.

'I don't remember much about her' Again due to the timelines crossing. Of course the Master is aroused by this. (I mean, if a scarily hot woman did that to me I'd be no different...) The Master is absolutely the kind of guy who would do this which as weird as it is, it being written into his character, makes sense.

Every meta style post I do ends up circling back to Missy being better than her past selves. Which I'm not sorry for.

She only goes with The Master, because he is there and to not dissapoint him in a sense. Simm!Master doesn't see himself as being able to change.

This scene is very important too.

Missy misses beong the Master, because with regeneration everything is rewritten. Personality is part of that. We see that with the Doctor too.

I truly believe that Missy wanted to be better, not good just better. Even just that is okay. She is old, to change to be fully good would take centuries.

So she kills The Master to hurry that up just a bit. At least thats how I see it.

By the Doctors side is where they've been heading all this time. Sure Missy could've just injured him to teach him a lesson but she kills him to stop him. Again, thats just how I see it.

The Master has different plans. He kills her in return. Why would he stand with the Doctor? Why would he change? etc. Missy dies there and that is the end.

As we know The Master always comes back. Whether it is as Dhawan's incarnation or otherwise. That is up to interpretation. From what I recall, Dhawan's incarnation makes no mention of that death, which yes does make sense due to the timelines crossing. But he doesn't make any mention of the vault or any events that occurred during Gomez's incarnation. Which I think is important, though could just be Chibnall's writing.

Overall, The Doctor Falls is a very interesting episode for both The Master and Missy.

[anika-thestollsister]

i've seen loads of people talk about how amazing of a character kagami is and how she doesn't deserve the hate she gets, and i completely agree! it's disgusting that people hate kagami just because she likes adrien ?? however there are some "problems" if you will with kagami's character. and yes i do recognize that all characters have their faults— i just wanted to point out some of the reasons people might have to not like kagami that aren't related to her relationship with adrien. and disclaimer, i just want to let you know i am NOT a kagami hater: i merely just want to explain some of the things other people might want to say? so here are some things people might see as faults in kagami.

1. her jealousy

the only practical reason kagami is introduced to miraculous is because the creators wanted to provide another love interest for adrien just to stimulate some tension between the girls. so, naturally, kagami's main character at least in the start was to disrupt marinette's fantasies? almost. and it's been seen through countless episodes in i think season three that kagami truly wants adrien to herself. she is a confident young woman and believes in what is right but also is competitive to the core, partly because she has been trained tirelessly in fencing but also because of the life she lives with a strict mother that encourages her to be the best in everything she does. this is why it may seem that kagami is jealous and clingy at times, even if adrien so much as looks or talks to another girl, because of that innate competitive streak in her.

2. her "clinginess"

another problem that arouses because of kagami's competitive nature is the notion that adrien should be hers and hers only. and in turn, she is willing to do anything to prove herself to adrien and make sure she has a place in his heart just like she does for him. she also has been forced to trap her emotions within herself, like adrien does, because of her strict mother. and for that reason, she needs constant validation that she is enough. however this might seem borderline clingy because of her obstinance to always remain by adrien's side to prove her worth. one such example is during the famous scene where kagami suddenly asks adrien "do you love me too?" they've hardly known each other but she brings this topic up and adrien's response, "excuse me," also is vital to this argument since it shows that adrien himself wasn't ready for this quick turn in conversation

3. how she doesn't accept adrien for who he truly is/wants to be

now i know what you're thinking. she doesn't know adrien is chat noir. she doesn't know what adrien is really going through because adrien tries and succeeds to mask his emotions beneath his layer of kindness. however, that doesn't give her any right to assume and define his identity. if you don't remember the scene, it was when kagami changed the time for their fencing lesson to an hour later to draw adrien. she tells him to get into a pose, one that feels like his inner self, and for each pose he makes, she tells him "it isn't the real him." this is another reason people might not like kagami's character because she doesn't accept or try to understand the real him, and even though she has/had no way of knowing he was chat noir and his true innate personality— again, because he keeps himself closed off from the world—, it's still wrong for her to reject it so immediately without even giving a thought to the fact that maybe adrien, like her, has to get by by hiding his emotions because of his strict parents.

i hope that cleared up any doubts/confusion about the hate towards kagami. now don't take this the wrong way— there are still plenty of people who purely hate kagami because of how she interferes with the love square, and that kind of hate is unthinkable to me. however some other hate towards her is understandable. again, i am not a kagami hater. i mainly strive to just dispute some argument and misconception about honest dislike towards some of her attributes. kagami is definitely a badass and underappreciated character but she has faults, like all of us do. this is just a documentation of some of them that could cause people to not like her as a person.

[duker42]

(1/2) Hi lovely! I was wondering if you could write a scenario where like in the one-shot "Growing Up" Y/N is like a little sister to Levi & he looks out for her. Y/N knows what happens to girls in the underground, she knows how easily they can be taken advantage of by dirty violent men. She knows it could happen to her, but she doesn't want to be scared & have her first time be with a dirty violent man she doesn't know...

*****WARNING*****NSFW

💜Her First💜

Y/N looked down at her hands, nervous about her next question. Levi was cleaning his knife at the table, his tea cooling at his elbow.

She had been thinking about it a lot, losing her virginity. In the Underground where she lived; rape, violence and murder were everyday occurrences.

She was lucky, Levi having found her when he did. She was abandoned, like so many other children, left to her fate which would most likely be death. But fate had sent her the older boy, like her own prince from the few fairy tales she had heard.

Except her prince had a foul mouth, a brutal right hook and an obsession with keeping clean. Still, as she looked at the way he diligently worked the soft cloth over the blade, she wouldn’t want him any other way.

“What do you want, Y/N?” His voice was gruff, but that was just his manner. He hadn’t taken his eyes off the knife as he waited for her to answer him.

She was lucky Isabel and Farlan weren’t there, otherwise she would have never been able to get the words out.

“I want you to be my first, Levi.” She muttered, watching as his head whipped around so he could look at her.

His eyes went wide as he realized what she meant, her blush saying what her words couldn’t.

“No, I’m too old for you.” He stated flatly. His expression settling as he started to turn back to his knife.

“I’m almost 18, you know. Then I wouldn’t be too young. We’d both be of age. You’re only 5 years older than me.” Y/N continued. She wasn’t going to get shot down without putting up her best argument.

He turned back to her and his grey eyes studied her carefully. “Why me?”

Y/N looked away. “You know, if you hadn’t saved me, I would have already been in a whore house, or dead.”

She could sense him tense up at her words. But she kept on. “Every day there’s a new death, new rape. I don’t want to have my first time be ripped away by some disgusting vile creature.”

“That won’t happen.” His voice was dark, menacing as he thought about that.

“No guarantees in this world, Levi. You taught me that. I want my first time to be with someone I care about, someone who I know won’t hurt me.” She said, turning her orbs back to Levi.

They stared at each other for a moment, the silence heavy between them. “You don’t know that I would be any better.” He said, raising an eyebrow at her as if he’d made some grand point.

Y/N scoffed as she blushed again. “Margot talks sometimes.....she says of all her customers, you’re the one who doesn’t hurt her. You’re the one who makes her enjoy it too.”

Levi scowled. “She shouldn’t have been talking to you about that shit.” He ground out, his hand twisting in the cleaning cloth.

Y/N laughed lightly, making him glare at her. “I was being nosy. Besides, you can’t make me hang out with a prostitute and not hear things.”

Margot was the girl that Levi had come to prefer when he needed companionship. It had morphed into her staying with the girls when jobs were too hot for her and Isabel to go on. For some reason there were plenty of them that Levi hadn’t wanted them around for. She realized it most likely had to do with the more unsavory of the Underground.

He was quiet for a long time, lost in his own thoughts. She knew better than to press him for an answer, so she just waited patiently. Her nerves were jittery and she willed herself not to buckle under the weight of his scrutinizing gaze.

“I’ll think about it.” He answered finally.

Y/N nodded as he turned back to his task. It was all she could ask for.

~~~~~

“Happy Birthday, Y/N!” Isabel cried as she slid a small cake in front of the girl.

Y/N gasped as she saw the sugary confection that she knew had cost so much to buy. It was too much. “Oh! Isabel! You shouldn’t have.”

She jumped up to give the shorter red headed girl a fierce hug.

Isabel laughed. “I wasn’t me, Big Bro bought it.”

Y/N turned to look at Levi, who was staring at her blandly.

He cocked an eyebrow at her. “What? It’s a cake you little shit, not a crown jewel.” He muttered.

Y/N had hugged him, which he reluctantly accepted and split the cake into four pieces, sharing the delicious treat with her family as Levi poured them all fresh cups of tea.

They sat, laughing and talking for hours. Levi mainly sitting back and observing the easy conversation between Isabel, Y/N and Farlan. Eventually, Isabel and Farlan made their excuses and went to their rooms for the night, leaving Y/N and Levi alone in the kitchen.

Y/N gathered the plates and went to wash them. Birthday or not, cleaning up from dinner was her responsibility and she knew that washing the dishes would keep her busy until she worked up the courage to see if Levi had decided about her request.

She washed the dishes in silence, finishing up before turning back to where Levi was still sitting at the table, his tea getting cold as he read in the dim candle light.

“Levi, have you made your decision?” Y/N asked, coming to stand beside him so she could see his face.

He sighed and marked his place in the book before closing it and looking up at Y/N. He reached out and tugged on her wrist, pulling her down as he scooted his chair back so she sat on his lap.

Calloused fingers gripped her chin to turn her face to him. His eyes were intense, boring into hers as he opened his mouth to answer her.

“Why not Farlan?” He asked.

Y/N blinked in surprise. She hadn’t expected that question. The idea had never even occurred to her.

“Farlan...no...I couldn’t.” Y/N stammered, trying to process what she was thinking.

His thumb was distracting her, tracing her lower lip gently as she spoke. He felt the small shudder run through her frame as he continued to caress the plump flesh.

“You’re sure you want this? You want to have sex with me?” Levi clarified. He didn’t want her to regret it, couldn’t live with the idea of her one day resenting him for touching her. “There’s no going back once it’s done.”

Y/N smiled at his sullen face, his eyes dark with some unspoken emotion. This was why she had chosen him. Why she entrusted everything she was to him. It was why she loved him.

“Yes.”

Her simple words got her a nod of reply. He stood up, bracing her weight in his arms as she tried not to squeak in surprise and wrapped her arm around his neck to hold on.

The book and tea cup were forgotten as Levi carried her into his room. She blinked in surprise, she had assumed he would have taken her to her room for this, but didn’t voice her comment as he laid her down on the bed.

She watched as a hunger stole over his face as he looked down on her. His eyes darkening until they seemed almost black. If it had been anyone else, she would have been frightened, but with Levi, it just sent bolts of heat through her system.

Levi groaned as he watched her watching him. She wanted him to touch her, asked him to give her what he had been wanting since she had started to develop. He had forced down the thoughts of Y/N, berating himself for being a pig for think of the girl that way. 5 years age difference wasn’t much, but it was a lifetime in the Underground. But she wanted him.

She watched as he leaned over, his knee resting beside her hip as he lowered himself on top of her gently. She thrilled at his weight, even though he kept most of it on his hands. His eyes darted down to her lips, his tongue poking out to wet his own before he came down to claim her mouth.

His mouth was hot, insistent as his lips pushed hers open. His tongue slipped inside, making her gasp as he touched it against hers. He groaned as she flicked her tongue against his and pushed his tongue deeper into her willing mouth. He lapped at her, their tongues dancing together as he sank down on her fully to push his arms under her back.

He spent a long time on her mouth, kissing and occasionally biting at her lips with his teeth until they were plump and bruised from his attention. Every kiss heightened her arousal, made the heat between her thighs grow, until she was restlessly shifting underneath him.

Levi pulled back and gave a small smirk at the bemused expression on Y/N’s face. He knew that unlike Margot, she wasn’t being paid to look like she was enjoying it, she really was.

He bit his lip as he stared down at her. He hadn’t visited Margot since the day Y/N had asked to sleep with her, hadn’t had an interest in anyone but the girl now under him. He was already throbbing with the need to take her, but knew he needed to spend extra time making sure she enjoyed her first time.

He made quick work of unbutton his shirt, relieved when he found her own hands working on her shirt. Slipping it off, he stopped and stared at her as she flicked the last button opened and pushed the material away from her breasts.

His mouth watered at the sight of her small dusky nipples, the smooth globes of her breast swaying as she leaned up to take off her shirt completely.

He hurriedly took off his boots and ripped at the buttons on his pants, flicking them open to drag them down his hips as she watched.

Her eyes widened as she saw his cock spring from his pants, hard and aching as it curled up towards his stomach. He didn’t want to laugh, but couldn’t help it for the look on her face. He reached for her boots as he reassured her. “It’ll fit.”

Y/N nodded solemnly as she unbuttoned her own trousers. He stopped her hands as he spoke. “Leave them.”

She didn’t question him, but her eyes demanded answers as she lay back. He finished pulling off her other boot and knelt in between her open legs.

“I want to take them off of you.” He said. His fingers, reaching for the edge of her pants, brushing against her skin as his hand curled around the material.

She lifted her hips for him, letting him drag the material down the smooth expanse of her body, revealing her sex to his waiting eyes.

He tossed the pants aside, his gaze roaming from her flushed face to her heaving breasts and down to the core of her femininity. She was utterly perfect and he was going to be the first, hopefully the only, to touch her.

Her pleasure in mind, he leaned up as his tongue snaked out to trace the darker skin of her aureola before pulling the pebbles tip of her breast into his mouth. He felt her arch up into his body as he pulled and suckled on her. Her hands shooting into the his hair to pull on it as she moaned his name.

His blood raced as he heard that tone, his name falling from her lips in that wanton way. He moved over to the other breast, showing it the same attention as its counter part as he shifted between her thighs, spreading them wider for what was to come.

He made his way down her body slowly, kissing and licking at her clean skin as he moved south. He knew she had bathed before dinner, grateful that she had given thought to his little quirks.

Her eyes were curious as his shoulders pushed her legs wider. He moved them up onto his back as he looked at the glistening folds of her sex beyond the neatly trimmed thatch of hair above it.

His orbs were trained on her as he leaned down, letting his tongue give her a thorough lick from the bottom of her entrance to the hood of her clit. He watched as her eyes closed and her head shot back, a loud moan filling the room.

She tasted fucking delicious, and he would happily spend all night right there if it meant pulling those sound from her. But his cock hung heavily, his length already screaming for release as he lapped at the bundle of nerves above her core.

Y/N had never felt so good. His tongue licking and probing all around her made her want to hold his head there and scream in pleasure. As he pulled her clit in between his teeth to toy with it, she arched up, pushing herself harder against his mouth. She felt his fingers running around the entrance to her pussy, gathering the moisture that had leaked out from her arousal before pushing inside gently.

Y/N cried out as his fingers gently pumped in and out of her, making her even wetter as head spread throughout her lower body at his touch. She felt her body start to tense up as he continued to concentrate on her clit, flicking it insistently with his tongue. She didn’t fight it, embracing the feeling as her orgasm slamming into her. Crying out, her back lifted off the bed as she came on his tongue, her walls clenching his fingers tight as pleasure made her entire body shake.

He worked her through it until she was gasping, pushing his head away as the pleasure got too intense for her to handle. He leaned back for a moment, letting her calm down before gently lapping at her again, enjoying the sweet tang of the juices she had released.

He finished and looked up at Y/N, his mouth and chin covered in her essence. He straightened to kneel between her thighs, his wet hand coming up to wrap around his cock and pump it, spreading her wetness around his length.

His eyes closed for a moment, enjoying knowing that in just a moment, it wouldn’t be her juices on his hand surrounding him, but her tight hot heat.

His ashen orbs opened again to lock onto her lust filled eyes. He had to make sure. “You ready? You can still back out.” He questioned.

When she reached for him to pull him down, he sighed in relief. He would have stopped if she wanted, a cold shower in his immediate future, but he couldn’t deny he wanted this too badly to complain. He felt his cock brush up against her core, nudging against the slick entrance to her innocence, to her womb. The place he want to be most in that moment.

He willed himself to be calm, move slowly as he lowered himself onto her body. His hips were held back by sheer will alone, keeping still from surging forward and seating himself into her body but teeth gritting determination.

He captured her lips in a gentle kiss that would belie the sharp thrust he gave. His hips flying forward and his cock driving into her body harshly, ripping through the barrier of her innocence and not stopping until he was fully sheathed, his cock nudged against her cervix.

He had moaned her name as he entered her. Not he wanted for her, pressing soft kisses against her neck and across her face as he murmured small words of comfort. She hadn’t cried out, but had gasped loudly when he had pierced her.

Her walls were throbbing around him, making him feel like he was a virgin himself again. The temptation to pump into her once before spilling himself into her overwhelming.

When she had nodded and started shifting underneath him, he had moved his hands to her thighs, wrapping her legs around him as he lifted up to start moving against her. Every stroke, every drive into her body was perfect.

She moved with him, matching his pace, his eagerness with her own enthusiasm. Her hips lifts and rotated against him as he slammed into her again and again. He had meant to be more gentle, moving as slow as possible, but Y/N and his own body had other plans.

She gripped his back, her nails digging into his skin as he moved, The nails clenching deeper into his skin as her walls tightened around him. He moved a hand under her back, lifting her higher to be able to thrust deeper into her tight walls.

The change of the angle made Y/N cry out, her pleasure filled calling of his name becoming a chant with every stroke of his cock. He felt the change, knew that she was close as her body started teaching around him.

He worked harder, snapping his hips faster into hers. Driving himself relentlessly into her body as he pushed her closer to the edge of madness. The last deep thrust pushed her over the edge, making her scream his name as her walls clamped down on him like a vice.

He closed his eyes in surrender as his own orgasm rushed through his body, making him shudder as he pulled away at the last possible moment, ripping his cock free of her body to pump his cum harmlessly onto her stomach has he gasped out her name.

He shifted, moving off of her to grab for the washcloth he had placed on his nightstand for this reason alone. He ignored her protests and blushing looks as he wiped away his release and cleaned her up before running a clean spot on the rag over his own sex.

Levi was too tired to do more than toss the rag in the direction of the dirty clothes, something completely out of character for him. He couldn’t help it in that moment. He wanted to lay with Y/N and absorb the after effects of their time together before he moved again.

He rolled onto his back and hauled her up against him, his hand lazily stroking her thigh that was draped across his groin. He was never one for cuddling after sex, but then again, he had never been with Y/N. Levi wanted to stay here, wrapped in the bliss of their encounter.

Y/N sighed against him, his hand moving up to smooth her hair away from her face. “Thank you.” She whispered against the curve of his neck.

He smiled as he heard her breathing relax, knowing that she had already fallen asleep against him. He was proud to be her first. He wanted to be her last, and he would do his damnedest to convince her that it was right, that they were right together.

Levi drifted off to sleep with Y/N in his arms, exactly where he wanted her to stay.

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I'm really glad we're finally getting TV shows that deal with PTSD as a long-term problem that impacts functioning and reduces the most stoic and "badass" characters to frightened, disoriented and wounded individuals who can only slowly learn to cope. But this is only one way a person with trauma can react to being triggered.

A trigger is when the brain experiences hyper-arousal as a response to some perceived immediate threat. That trigger can be anything even tangentially related to the incident of trauma, while the incident itself may be blurred or blanked from memory.

Hyper-arousal manifests not only as fear but also fury. Especially in men and people raised in a culture of fighting and confrontation, their brain synapses all lighting up can mean ELIMINATE THE THREAT BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY. From the time our triggered brains light up like a Christmas tree, Kill Bill Sirens blaring, until the time we finally manage to come down and switch off, this thought process seems perfectly logical and rational and above all urgent.

Emotions do not correlate to uniform behaviour. Fury in someone like the Punisher can mean going out and kicking the shit out of the person he sees as a transgressor. Others more introverted may self-harm. PTSD-triggered fury in someone on Tumblr can mean anything from anon hate to callout posts to flamewars. The brain identifies the threat and hyperfocuses on beating it down - social and emotional evisceration by any means in online platforms - impulsivity at 100%, the ability to disengage almost nil in someone who has not had any treatment.

When the brain keeps returning to this hyper-aroused state, it becomes re-traumatized and adopts many coping mechanisms to deal with the fear and stress of what it keeps seeing as perpetual battlefield. Obviously, the real world is not a battlefield, and perceiving people as either moral allies or enemies, prepared to shoot your own if provoked like you're in a Walking Dead episode, is extremely maladaptive.

Which also brings up the interesting point that threats are seen by the PTSD brain as moral, physical and emotional all at once. You would feel moral disgust at someone writing what you perceive as some fucked up shit on the internet, but it would not necessarily be an emotional threat (gaslighting, invalidating, abusing) much less a physical one. To the PTSD brain however, someone writing fucked up shit on the internet automatically means that they are somehow personally and directly threatening your emotional and physical well-being. Similarly, something that carrries a trigger which causes emotional and physical distress to you doesn't have to be morally wrong. But the PTSD brain still automatically conflates them together, probably because we all require internal moral justification to strike out at another person, no-holds barred. And the truly frightening thing is that it all happens at the speed of lightning.

I really wish people would keep this in mind when speaking of PTSD. It's not just someone curled into a ball, shaking. It can also be the person screaming at you online, ranting on their blogs, yelling at you in public and generally behaving in a way that is pretty repellent and scary to watch. In these instances, please understand that this is not all these people are. This can be a wounded brain at Defcon One. It is foolhardy and counter-intuitive to engage them at all until they have calmed down first on their own time (no one in the history of ever has calmed down by hearing things like "calm down" or "you need to stop"). You don't have to endure them to your own detriment but you do need to disengage where they cannot, block if you need to and not feed the rampaging brain monster. This is a human in acute distress, even if that distress is currently manifesting in being an asshole, and deserves accommodation and understanding.

For my fellow neurodivergents, if you became triggered it is not your fault. You weren't bad or weak or monstrous. But whatever triggered you isn't the moral, emotional and physical baddirtywrongkill absolute you imagined it to be either. Feelings are always valid and require no apology, but behaviour needs accountability and correction. Emotional intensity does not reflect reality. Refocus, recenter and make your reparations, get up and keep going. It'll be all right.

Always forward. Always.