#how the hell do you expect me to show him undress if I don't know how his clothes work

[nimpnawakproduction]

The ultimate reference sheets for all of Vash's outfits in Trigun maximum (with commentaries)

IT IS DONE. I'M FREE. Now I can forget all about Trimax and draw Trigun stampede designs only hahaha (just kidding I have things for Trimax on the stove).

Trigun bookclub was an awesome initiative, I loved the manga with my all heart and wanted to honor Nightow's designs ;w; I also wanted to help my fellow artists with references for Vash's clothes because DEAR GOD it's difficult to understand how the hell he dresses himself in the morning. I have a lot of fun dressing and undressing him like a barbie doll. My hyperfixation is completely healthy.

I put a "read more" section to avoid spoilers :) !

The July coat

The very first coat in Trigun chronology and the one he wores during the destruction of July ! There is not a lot of panels to take references but I tried to stay as close as possible to the manga. I don't know what number of prosthesis he had before but let name this one Prosthesis 1.

Scars map

Next, nakey Vash ! There's A LOT of changes between one panel to another. Scars changes places and forms panel to panel and the design evolved from the first chapters of Trigun, the time we see him naked as Eriks and his undressed state while he was a prisoner on the Ark. I drew the scars that appeared more than once or were in clean view in a panel (but really you can do like Nightow and draw as many scars as you want without thinking about consistency, this boy has been in a meat grinder)

After July underclothes

Or the jumpsuit that gave me grey hair. His suit does not make ANY sense, I don't know how the hell he dresses himself in the morning with this. My solution is that it's very long gloves and chaps strapped to a belt. The position and shapes of the belts changes IN EVERY PANEL. Same for his knee guards, sometimes they're here, sometime they cover his shins, sometimes they are tiny..... I gave up in the end and draw them as we see them in the very last panel he wears this suit. But damn he looks good in it.

Also in all of the 13 volumes, there is not a single panel with a clear view of his holster (I checked...) so here is my interpretation.

This is prosthesis n°2, the design is a little different from the first one so I guess Prosthesis 1 got destroyed (this happens a lot).

After July coat

The very first Trigun coat he wears in the manga ! Very simple, very basic, it gives him impossibly wide shoulders but Vash deserves it. The first one is worn Post July until Vash's confrontation against Brilliant Dynamite Neon. The second one is the state of his coat after the sandsteamer incident. He loses his prothesis after his fight against Monev the gale. He meets Wolfwood with only one arm and stays that way while he fights Knives for the first time.

Eriks

I took liberties with colors because there's no colored panels with Vash as Eriks. Yes I drew him without suspenders because he has them for like 5 panels and then Nightow drew him without them for the rest of Eriks arc so I made choices ;w;

I love the fact that Vash choose to wear tight jeans even in his casual outfits, this boy will not let his skin breath. This is now Prosthesis 3 ! It's way less advanced than the ones he wore in the rest of the manga, the other ones seem to replicate skin.

After his years as Eriks

And now the first Maximum coat, he wears it until the famous Yuri hospital arc! Finally an undersuit that makes sense, I love it, too bad Nightow-san decided that I had to suffer and changed it again to add BELTS EVERYWHERE. We only see his legs in this part of the manga so I gave him the same top because I can.

The tubes he has on his waist are filled with bullets, he can connect them to his prosthesis to have a mini machine gun.

We are now at Prosthesis 4 !

Hospitalization on the Home ship

The famous Yuri hospital phase! Vash definitely shared his wardrobe with Wolfwood, you can't tell me otherwise.

The first outfit still shows Prothesis 4 but he keeps it for like 5 minutes and lost it again against Nine-lives. I don't really know if the prothesis comes with the integrated glove or if there's synthetic skin under it but why would he keep the glove on if it's not intergrated?

The second pictures is the different outfits he wears during his convalescence. I took liberties with the colors, I drew this in like 10 minutes, everything seems easy when you don't have to draw BELTS. We are now on Prothesis 5 ! Nightow drew it as a regular arm so I guess Vash wears gloves on top of it??????

Back on the road in pursuit of Knives

He wears this one after his stay at Home, throughout the Dragon's nest ark and until his 2nd fight against Knives.

I liked the design of his jumpsuit until I looked closer at the panels and saw that the design change ON EVERY ONE OF THEM. Knee guard on only one knee? No kneeguards? Two??? WHO KNOWS ??? I tried to make it work but really go wild with this one, even the author does not know how his pant looks.

Still prosthesis 5, BUT UNTIL WHEN?

Prisoner on the Ark

THEY MASSACRED MY BOY. Did they even feed him at least in 7 months? Those pictures are the definition of the drenched kitty cat left under the rain. Give this man a blanket and a therapist.

Bye bye Prothesis 5 ! And see what I mean when I say that his outfit does not make sense????? It comes out in parts????

After his imprisonment on the Ark

The last suit in the manga! He keeps this coat until the end of the story. From this point, only his hair changes (or the color of his coat).

I adore the little angel wing symbol on his left arm, such a cute addition. Too bad it appears in one of the most traumatic event of his life.

Speaking of his jumpsuit...The return of belts.... But at least this outfit stays relatively coherent except for his kneeguards who appear and disappear panel from panel but most of the time he doesn't have any, so no kneeguard it is. Prosthesis 6 hello !

Final battle and end of the story

It hurted to drew those outfits ;w; And working on the design of his coat when he fights Legato made me realize where Orange studio took inspiration to chose the colors for Vash's coat in the final episode of Stampede ! Great job ! I tried to color the same effects as one of the illustrations showing dark Vash but I'm not really good with colors..... He actually radiates energy but with some purple undertones, I took some liberties because those are my drawings I do what I want.

I'm not sure at 100% that he has a tuft of blond hair left when his outfit turns black but his hair is all black at the end of the fight. His prosthesis is destroyed at the end of the fight. He got another one in the final chapter. So 7 prosthesis throughout the story!

[aurasy3ag3r]

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 (𝟐) 𝐂.𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

☆ summary : Short p2 of the first Intoxicated

☆ parings : plug connie x blackfem reader.

☆ wc : a little until 700

1:30 am

con

Come outside.

yn

It's mad late, hell nah

con

YN don't play with me.

I told you I was coming

yn

So?

You chuckled softly as you slipped on your cozy slippers, making your way to the main door of your dorm. Connie had been outside for a while now, but you hadn’t felt like getting up until just a few minutes ago. As you opened the door, he stood there with a black plastic bag in hand, likely filled with food or ice cream—either way, you knew he’d share. “Why you leaving me out here in the cold?” Connie asked, a teasing smile on his face.

“Because I’ve been waiting for you since ten,” you replied, turning to lead him inside, back to the dorm that had become so familiar to him. “YN, you know those parties don’t even start for real until after twelve,” he said, following you. You rolled your eyes, making sure he noticed. He sucked his teeth in response, but you knew he wouldn’t do anything about it.

“Don’t even think about getting on my bed in your outside clothes,” you warned. Connie nodded, already moving to your drawers where he’d started leaving some of his clothes for this exact reason. He grabbed a pair of shorts and a shirt—clothes that you often wore yourself because, honestly, his clothes were basically yours at this point. Without a second thought, he began undressing in front of you, unfazed since you’d seen him naked before.

“You like what you see?” he smirked, clearly enjoying teasing you. You threw a pillow at his head in response, rolling your eyes at his antics. “I bought us some ice cream,” he said, pulling out a pint of Ben & Jerry’s and starting to open it. You stared at it like a hungry little kid.

“Does this mean you passed your finals?” you asked, hoping that he did. Connie nodded, and you rewarded him with a kiss on the cheek. “I’m so proud of you,” you said warmly. He smiled at your praise, leaning in to give you a kiss on the lips in return.

“I already knew you passed— You smart woman,” he teased, making you nod and chuckle. From the moment Connie met you, he believed you were the smartest, most beautiful, and amazing woman he’d ever known. No matter what, you never failed to amaze him—even with simple things like teaching him how to take notes properly or listening to you explain something you were passionate about.

You handed Connie two plastic spoons, and he scooped some ice cream into two cups.“You got my favorite,” you noted, taking your cup from him. He hummed in acknowledgment. “You didn’t tell me how the party went,” you asked, settling onto your stomach as Connie got comfortable next to you.

“It was chill, but I prefer being here,” he replied, his hand slowly sliding up your thigh before giving your butt a light slap. “You think Sasha’s coming home tonight?” you asked, but before Connie could respond, the two of you burst into laughter. You both knew Sasha wasn’t coming home—even if she was there was no way she’d be coming back this early.

“When I was leaving, she was taking shots with a group of random people,” Connie said, shaking his head. You smiled, not because it was unbelievable, but because it was exactly what you expected. “Remember when she introduced us?” you asked. Connie nodded, his spoon still in his mouth. “I remember it vividly. She was showing you off like a trophy, spinning you around and shit,” he chuckled at the memory.

“Now you’re my trophy,” he said, giving your butt a harder slap this time. “Connieee, stop it!” you protested, but he just chuckled, rubbing the spot he’d hit to soothe the sting.

“Are you done yet? I want to cuddle,” you said, already inching closer. Connie placed his cup next to yours on the floor, giving you the green light to lay on top of him. You rested your head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

“When we first met, did you ever think we’d end up here?” you asked softly. Connie nodded, not missing a beat. “Mhmm. The second I met you, I knew you were gonna be mine.”.

“Oh yeah?” you asked, looking up at him as he kept nodding. “After you left, I was blowing up Sasha’s phone to get your number,” he chuckled, reminiscing about that day a year ago. “When I’m with you, YN, I feel like a whole new man,” he confessed, his eyes locking with yours.

“You drive me crazy—in so many ways, like sometimes you really be buggin’,” he teased. You scoffed, giving him a soft slap on the shoulder, making him laugh.

Soon, the room fell into a comfortable silence, the only sound coming from your air purifier. Connie’s hand gently rubbed your back as you began to drift off to sleep.

“Goodnight, mama,” he whispered, holding you close.

[30somethingautisticteacher]

It had been the week from hell. Tommy had been a firefighter for a long time, but he'd never experienced this many losses in such a short span of time. He felt drained, both mentally and physically.

Tommy had never been one to show vulnerability. It was ingrained in him from a young age that showing emotion was showing weakness. Men were meant to be strong and stoic. "Boys don't cry, Thomas," his father's voice echoed in his memory. For years, he'd buried his feelings deep, presenting a facade of unwavering strength to the world.

It wasn't until Evan that he truly let himself feel the depths of his emotions. Evan was his safe space, and honestly, Tommy wasn't sure he'd ever had one of those before. With Evan, he could finally let his guard down.

His fingers hovered over his phone before he typed:

T: Hey baby. Another rough day.

E: Oh babe, I'm so sorry. How are you holding up?

T: Barely. Be home soon. I love you.

E: Love you too, T. I'll be here waiting.

The simple exchange brought a lump to Tommy's throat. The only silver lining to this hellish week was knowing he had Evan to come home to – someone who understood him, someone he could be vulnerable with. For the first time in his life, Tommy felt like he could face his emotions head-on, knowing he had a soft place to land.

When Tommy arrived home, he didn't go in right away. He just sat in the truck with his head down, the weight of the week pressing heavily on his shoulders. Time seemed to stand still until a gentle tapping on the window broke through his haze. He looked up to see Evan's concerned face peering in at him.

Tommy opened the door, his movements slow and weary. Evan's voice was soft, understanding. "Hey, let's get you inside, ok?"

Tommy just nodded, lacking the energy for words. He allowed Evan to take some of his weight as they walked inside, grateful for the support both physical and emotional. Evan guided him to the couch, easing him down onto the soft cushions.

With tender care, Evan began to undress Tommy, his touch gentle and comforting. There was an intimacy to the act that went beyond the physical - it was Evan silently communicating his love and support. Once Tommy was undressed, Evan helped him up and walked him to the shower.

The warm water began to fall, and Evan stepped in with Tommy. He reached for the soap and began to gently lather Tommy's body. There was nothing sexual about it; this was pure care and comfort. Evan's hands moved with purpose, washing away not just the grime of the day but also trying to soothe the emotional toll it had taken.

Throughout it all, Tommy remained quiet, allowing himself to be cared for in a way he'd never experienced before Evan. He felt a profound sense of safety and acceptance. It was unfamiliar territory for Tommy, but here, with Evan, he could finally let his guard down completely. The simple act of being washed, of being tended to without expectation, spoke volumes. It said, "I'm here, I see you, and it's okay to not be okay." For Tommy, who had spent a lifetime holding himself together, this silent understanding meant everything.

Evan gently toweled Tommy off, his movements careful and considerate. He helped Tommy get dressed in a pair of soft, well-worn sweatpants and an old t-shirt. The familiar comfort of the clothes seemed to ease some of the tension in Tommy's shoulders.

They walked to their bedroom together, Evan's hand a steady presence on Tommy's lower back. Evan turned to Tommy, his voice soft and understanding. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Tommy shook his head, not quite ready to put words to the weight he was carrying.

"Ok, love. I'm here if you do though," Evan reassured him, not pushing but making sure Tommy knew the option was there.

For a moment, Tommy was quiet. Then, his voice barely above a whisper, he asked, "Will you just hold me? Please?"

Without hesitation, Evan pulled his big, strong boyfriend into his arms. Tommy, who had always been the one who stayed strong for others, allowed himself to fall apart in Evan's embrace. Evan continued to hold Tommy close, his fingers gently carding through Tommy's hair. As the minutes passed, Tommy's body began to shake with silent sobs. Tears he had been holding back all week finally broke free, soaking into Evan's shirt.

Evan didn't try to shush him or tell him it would be okay. He simply held Tommy tighter, providing a place for Tommy to release all the overwhelming emotion. His steady presence was a silent promise: "I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere."

Gradually, Tommy's sobs subsided, replaced by deep, shuddering breaths. The rhythmic motion of Evan's hand in his hair and the warmth of his embrace lulled Tommy into a state of exhausted calm. Before long, his breathing evened out and his body relaxed completely against Evan's.

He had cried himself to sleep, finding solace in the arms of the man who had taught him it was okay to be vulnerable. Evan pressed a gentle kiss to Tommy's forehead, then settled in for the night, ready to be there when Tommy woke, just as he always would be.

[portgasmalia]

HELLO!!! I don't usually send reqs but I had to get this out of my system... (thank you in advance if you write something out of this :)))

I hc that Law designed/inked his own tattoos (what can this man not do??) and when reader figures this out, she wants a tattoo similar to the one on law's chest…. but over her breasts.

law agrees but its hard for him to focus when your entire upper-body is exposed during the process... you know what i mean?? 🤭

ʚ 𝗔 𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗟𝗘 ���𝗥𝗔𝗕𝗕𝗟𝗘 ɞ | trafalgar d. law

𝖋𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: trafalgar d. law i & fem!reader 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌: nsfw content (mdni), implied smut, naked breasts, staring which comes off a little perv 𝖍𝖎 𝖎'𝖒 𝖒𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖆: so, i have tattoos, and i would let law give me one any given second of the day. here i thought about getting law's death tattoos those past days haha. so, i placed it around the collarbones and the last little peak of the heart would be in the valley of the breasts.

seated patiently on one of the stools in law's office, you started to pull the fabric of the thin shirt over your heart. trafalgar law's back was turned in your direction as he prepared the last lines of the template for the tattoo. a design, you wished for badly and one, he knew how to draw perfectly. when he walked around the polar tong with his coat opened, presenting the ink that covered his tanned and toned body, you almost felt a pinch of jealousy. finding out, a couple of weeks later, that he was the one who literally drew them and decorated the different parts of his body as well, you immediately asked him for one.

what law not expected when he agreed, was the very uncommon position and that you wanted a replica of what he wore on his chest. the heart with the smiling face of his jolly roger in the middle. "do you want me to remove my bra too?" you asked, so innocently, making the situation worse. seated on the stool, in the middle of his office room, waiting for him to touch your soft skin around your breasts while inking his tattoo into you, it caused feelings in law. feelings, he could not understand. "guess so, or it won't stretch out towards your collarbones,"

"oh but i want it to be really wide and end in the valley between my boobs," you stated, showing the directions and placements with your fingers while the doctor forced himself to not look at your longer than a second. any gaze, which lingered too long on your exposed breasts, the hardened buds due to the temperature change under the deck, he would lose himself. not completely but painfully slow until giving in to the sweet desire of ravishing you. "alright," he held the template between his slender fingers, turning around and walking towards you.

and hell, you looked even better undressed than the drawings in his thoughts could ever create. sweet curves, smooth skin, and that cursed smile of yours, which cast a spell over his being all the time. "let's get started, this will take a couple of hours to finish." law took a seat opposite of you, holding up the thin piece of paper in front of your chest, and hesitating. he hesitated to touch your skin in such inappropriate places, and inhaled deeply. " can you like, place it yourself with the help of the mirror over there?"

eyes hidden underneath the mess of black strands and the brim of his beloved, white hat. the shadows casted over the upper half of his face saved the stoic captain from being seen with a tint of crimson red across the span of his cheeks. the situation made it difficult to think straight, or at least focus on the main reason behind being in such a scene. “why? is something wrong?” you questioned a second later, innocence written across your face and sweetness twisted in your features.

as if your naked chest wasn’t enough to push him closer to overstepping the set boundary, your glances and naive behavior became torture. those sweet, dilated doe eyes awakened an unexplainable instinct in the captain. something that increased his primal desire of wanting to touch her, and blemish her soft skin. “it’s nothing,” law commented, holding the template towards her.

“i think it’s better if you place it, i don’t want to do anything wrong,” you admitted, shaking your head carefully and pressing your chest further forward. an allowance to touch her breasts without having to say a word. “shit,” law muttered underneath a deeply frustrated groan before scooting closed. eyes at the same height as her hardened buds, his mouth watered at the sight.

carefully, he placed the tip of the heart between her breasts, fingertips pressing the template against her soft skin. it didn’t bother him, the worst part was how his hands wandered across the swell of her breasts and along her collarbone, making sure the thin paper with the most important outlines was sticking to her skin. “your touch is so soft,” you muttered, focused on how carefully and slowly his tattooed fingers moved around her chest, always avoiding go touch her breasts directly.

what you couldn’t see, was how trafalgar law inhaled and exhaled deep breaths, attempting to keep them steady enough to get through the session without ravishing you completely. afterwards he couldn’t promise did anything.

credits go to portgasmalia.

[hibiscuswrites]

Not sure if you allow this but I love your Crybaby series on your other blog and was wondering if you could do a Ghost and Price HC for how they react to crybaby!reader trying to make them sleep in the guest room because she's mad at them for missing another date

**As an overly sensitive cry baby Pisces I love doing these so it's absolutely allowed 💕 Also be gentle I've only written for them twice now 🥺**

He's not happy

He already feels like shit

Seeing the puffiness of your eyes when he walks through the door 4 hours late and finds you sitting on the couch watching TV all by yourself

He'll sigh and come up to you, reaching down to grab your chin

And feel a pang when you shift your face just out of his reach

"Don't touch me, please."

The raspiness of your voice that comes with a long cry plus those words hurt just the same as any blade or bullet he's taken

He'll stand there silently for a beat, trying to figure out what to do next

Because all he wants is to gather you into his arms and apologize

But not touching you?

It's cruel and unusual punishment, that he unfortunately deserves

He'll keep his hands to himself per your request, but that doesn't mean that they don't itch at his sides as he keeps them balled into fists to refrain from ignoring your wishes

He'll apologize, telling you that he's sorry

That he tried so hard to get home on time

That Price even tried to speed things up

But that time got away from him

And he'll make it up to you

But you've grown tired of what feels like another empty promise

And with a sniffle you wipe away another tear, getting up from the couch and making your way to the bedroom

"I'm going to bed."

He'd be hot on your heels, ready to get undressed and shower quickly to then hop in beside you and cuddle you close once you fall asleep

But your hand on his chest stops him

"Alone. I set the guest room up for you already."

His brain would short-circuit

Alone??

Half of him would want to give you the privacy you're asking for

But the other half says no chance in hell is he letting you sleep alone so you can cry yourself to sleep over him

"Come on, love. Don't be like that. I'll stay on my side, yeah? Won't even know I'm there."

And against his better judgment, he'd reach out and place his hand on your side, thumb rubbing soothing circles

He'd see your resolve crumbling and wiggle his way in, both hands on you now as he tugs you into him

"Let me put you to bed. Show ya how sorry I am."

He'd wince as he walked in the front door to find everything off

TV, lights, everything

You'd even turned off the little light above the stove that you usually left on for him to get around without tripping

Not even that was on

And he knew he was in for it

You'd planned this date out for weeks

Even sent him a selfie once you were all done getting ready

And he'd never even gotten the chance to see it until he got in the car, hours after the fact

He knew he would have to do some serious groveling once he got in bed with you, and he was fine with that

Nothing his mouth couldn't fix

So his surprise was endless when he grabbed the door handle to the bedroom and found it locked

"Sweetheart?"

Your lack of a response would make him knock gently as he rested his forehead against the door

Surely you locked it because you were afraid to be home alone with an unlocked door

So your sharp voice coming through the door would startle him

"Go away. You can sleep in the guest room since you don't like to spend time with me."

He'd stare at the door for a handful of seconds before chuckling, positive that you were only being a brat

"Come on, my love. Enough of this now. Open up so we can talk."

And he'd genuinely expect you too

Never once had you ever asked him to sleep in the guest room

But apparently, he had missed one date too many

"I'll talk to you tomorrow. Leave me alone and let me sleep."

He'd jiggle the doorknob a few times and then it'd be silence

And you'd figure he finally went to lie down in the spare room

Only for the knob to jiggle again, the sound of metal scrapping, and then the door to open, some gadget in his hand as he stepped into the room

A sheepish grin on his lips

"Not sleepin' anywhere other than right next to my baby."

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[eating-plastic]

Headcanons: Maison Talo x Fem!Reader NSFW Headcanons

Warnings: nsfw, smut (minors and ageless blogs do not touch please and thanks), AFAB!reader, vaginal sex, fingering, oral sex (fem receiving), tentacles, overstimulation, light bondage, a bunch of other dirty stuff, lots of inaccuracies about Maison's anatomy (because with all due respects, I don't really care), probably some grammatical errors

A/N: So I've become super obsessed with Maison lately, so expect another headcanon (or fic) coming up. Besides, I gotta start pumping out some stuff while I still can since college starts up again for me in less than a month. Also, just a heads up, I take the easy way out when it comes to writing nsfw stuff with this old man. Soooo yeah, insert "let's just enjoy fiction warning" here because I really don't care lol. Anyways, that's all. Enjoy!

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🏠-So here's the thing about Maison: Until you guys actually do the deed, his lust is kinda nonexistent

🏠-If you're someone that kinda just wants to dive head first into the topic, you're gonna have to talk about it with him

🏠-The other option is he catches you in the middle of giving yourself some "self love." To be quite honest tho, you should've known better. After all, if he tastes the food you drop and the drinks you spill, then you really should've known he was gonna taste the mess you were making

🏠-He quickly becomes addicted to your arousal btw. You're gonna get overstimulated to hell and back with each orgasm he pulls from you. If you let him, he'll make you cum multiple times on his fingers, tongue, and cock

🏠-Maison knows that humans have their limits and sex with him pushes you to those limits

🏠-He also quickly establishes himself as dominant in the bedroom. He absolutely loves the control he has over your body

🏠-Speaking of which, your body is like a work of perfection in Maison's eyes. You're his precious little tenant, he thinks you're flawless. He wants to see all of you, so you're often completely bare for him

🏠-Seriously, if you are insecure about any part of your body, he'll do everything in his power to quell those nasty thoughts of yours

🏠-He honestly doesn't think much about undressing himself, but he does find it amusing if you try to strip him. After all, he has such a handsome lure, it's only natural that you'd want to see more of it

🏠-Besides, he does think that the skin-to-skin contact is nice

🏠-Loves restraining you and having you at his mercy. Sometimes he simply does this by pinning your hands above your head with his own. But sometimes he likes to actually get his house form involved if you catch my drift ...😏

🏠-I'm talking about tentacles btw. Red, fleshy tentacles that bind your wrists, hold your legs apart, and manipulate you into any position that Maison wants

🏠-And I know what you're thinking: Can you get fucked by them? Absolutely! If you're into that, then of course they can fuck you in any hole you want

🏠-Besides, Maison likes getting a little show before he actually shoves his cock inside of you. Maybe he can see just how many tentacles can fit in that tight pussy of yours. One, two...maybe three

🏠-He's torn between which he likes more: when you're a brat so he can put you back in your place or when you're a good, obedient girl for him. I suppose it's just a matter of what mood the both of you are in

🏠-He doesn't really "get" you wanting to blow him. When he eats you out, it's a mutual thing; you get pleasure and he gets to taste your delicious slick. He doesn't really see what you get out of oral sex when the roles are reversed...not saying that he'll say no to head tho

🏠-I'm not sure where to put this so I'll just leave you with this idea: Maison likes to use sex as a means to help you unwind after a shitty day. You know, after gifts, cuddles, a massage, and an expensive dinner. If all of those don't seem to work, then why don't you just ride him til your little heart's content and you forget all thoughts about the nasty day you had

🏠-Whenever Maison finishes it's pretty intense, and I'm not talking about the feeling of his cum actually filling your cunt up (although that is amazing too). I'm talking about the fact that the fucking house literally shakes as if a small Earthquake just happened. Depending on how fucked out you are tho, you might not even notice it

🏠-When you two are finally done going at it (i.e. you probably tapped out if we're being for real), your body's gonna be sticky with sweat, your throat horse, and your clit so sensitive that anything lightly brushing against it hurts. If you think that Maison's just gonna leave you like that, then you are sorely mistaken. What do you take him for? He is a gentleman (...gentlehouse?), he's not gonna just leave his darling tenant like that

🏠-While he may be dominant in bed, this REALTOR's wrapped around your finger after the deed. Anything you want, you'll get. A bath, some water, some snacks, a massage, or maybe you just simply wanna cuddle. It doesn't matter what you need, he'll get it for you in a heartbeat

🏠-what can he say? He loves to take care of you ❤️

[bad-decisionsot7]

Make up sex with the boys.

Jin would start off soft and slow. he'd take his time feeling up your body before laying you down and undressing you, he'd leave a soft trail of kisses down your body, his hands carefully caressing your skin. he intended on showing you how much he missed you while you two were broken up one of the only ways he knew how, making love to you. sure he could be kinky but after time apart he wanted you to know just how much he appreciated you and he felt having passionate sex with you was the best way. he'd groan softly in your ear saying things like "you drive me so insane baby." "i've missed your body so much."

Joonie would start off slow. he'd kiss every inch of your skin, placing especially soft kisses on your nose and lips. after his "soft session" as he would call it, you would be underneath him, your fingers clawing down his back as he slammed himself inside of you repeatedly, he wanted to make you feel what you had been missing during your "break" and he was sure as hell getting his point across. he'd be constantly let out deep breaths as he fucked you almost letting his pleasure fully consume him. your moaning would be like music to his ears instantly setting him into a sense of ultimate pleasure.

Hobi would be the same as always, he'd want you to ride him, his hands constantly held at your hips. he wouldn't fully let you take control though as he set the pace. he expected you to be on top and happily take him which you did. he'd kiss your neck, nip your jaw, graze his teeth at your sensitive spot. do all the things he knew you'd get weak by once you were practically melting under his touch he'd start fucking his hips into yours, slamming you down onto him and groaning in pure pleasure. he knew you had missed him and the sex so he made it the best he could.

Jimin would softly caress your skin and hold you onto his lap for a while. he would then lay you down and give you some mind blowing head, reminding you all what his skillful tongue could do to your body, specifically your throbbing pussy, he would. be completely focused on you and your pleasure. he took great pride in how much of a mess you'd become in such short time. after a while and a few orgasms he'd finally fuck you, slow and soft so he could indulge in ever ounce of your body. his goal was to get you exhausted so he could then baby you. he always succeeded.

Yoongi wouldn't be soft or sweet. he'd bend you over his knee, spanking you until he seen your skin turn a glistening red shade. your cries would fuel him, only making him more turned on. he'd rip you up, flipping you over so your ass would be in the air. after gripping your hair, he'd fuck you senseless reminding you who you belonged to. yoongi wasn't very vocal but when the sex was too good, you couldn't shut him up. he'd be groaning deeply. sometimes hissing. "mmm, you like when daddy's rough like this, don't you?" "i bet you only came back to have this, huh naughty girl?"

Tae would be a huge tease. he loved marking you so the first thing he'd do was leave those dangerously red hickies all over the inside of your thighs. he'd come up to kiss you, grinding his bulge against your clothed core. he knew you'd become weaker just by his harsh thrusts. he loved hearing your whimpers and you'd constantly breathe out things like "god, i've missed this." which only intensified things. the sex was even more incredible because the way he seemed to just be so rough and gentle at the same time, really had the both of you going.

Jungkook would start off rough. pinning you against the wall, ripping your pants down, kissing and nipping at your jaw. he loved to watch you breathlessly cling onto him and whine into his ear whenever he'd kiss or nip at your sweet spot. when he'd fuck you, it'd be hard and rough against the wall before leading to the bed. he loved starting off rough because he could slow himself down and enjoy your body a little more towards the end. when you both would reach your climaxes, he'd slow down, looking into your eyes before leaning down to kiss you softly, heavy panting in your ear. "i love you so much, don't ever leave me again baby, i'm serious."

[plaindangan]

(Futa)

The female cast of DRA are all pretty hung futanari (average hung not hyper it's important for what follows)and are all hourglass proportion extremely attractive lady (except Kanata who is a shortstack), problem:their status as futa makes their libido absolutely uncontrollable!

And even more sadly for them...all the men are gay!So they spend all days,all night fucking each other; otherwise, they will go insane.

But of course, a savior has come...in the form of Kinji Uehara?

Unwilling to let those sinful acts of free sex and lazyness continue he decides that he will be the one to take care of their sinful acts, once the robe is removed he reveals his aesthetic (you mirin bra) body and a hyper schlong that even the one of the girls combined couldn't hope to hold a candle to (get it priest,candle).

Without ever touching the dick or the vagina (not before marriage), he handles the girl's daily urge..all of them.

Sure it didn't stop the sinful act...but he is getting there.

Disclaimer: R18 material! If not to your liking then please do not view!

Kinji heard it all...

"O-oh Father, as a servant of holiness, I, too, have been trying to fight back against the wickedness brought about by the spirits, but I have been having...temptations~"

"Father, it's just been so hard for me to keep a steading aim on a 'rifle' lately. I just...I think I need help 'shootin' s'all. Wanna take me out back to show a gal how to really let loose?~"

""Heeeeeeeey, Dadddyyyyyyyyyyyy~ Like, I'm been so FUCKING-erm, so freaking hor..um...arou...screw it!! I'm pent-up as Hell and need some help taking a 'load off' if ya know what I mean?~"

"H-hi, Father, um...for me, life is...good? K-kinda? It's just...I've been having focus issues in the hospital and that c-could be really dangerous. S-s-so...is it possible if you can...y-you know?~"

"Hihiiiiiiiiii!, Father!!!! Satsuki's performances have been kinda awkward later with her keep getting boners! Could you help her out in exchange for puffy honks?~"

"Hi, Father. I've been gearing up for races these past few days, but...admittedly I can't really wear my uniform right without, uhhhh, 'practicing for pole vaulting'? Ugh, God that was terrible, but, listen I do need some 'extra practice'', i-i-if you don't mind."

"Father. You. Me. The usual place, don't you dare be late. I can't grade papers when I'm aroused like this."

"F-f-father...as a servant, myself I-I know it's 'improper' for me to be thinking such things...b-b-but screw it!!! I...I....I neeeeed you!! I can't live without your care!!! PLEASE!!!!!"

Yes, Father Kinji heard it all. Such lost, tortured souls that were in need of the light - ASAP. He must save them with what the Lord had blessed him with. The routine was the same. He organized each girl to meet him by the secret door that connected towards the side of his church. One that lead to a room only those of his standing would know about. The room itself had a bed, a nightstand, lamps, a television, even a mini-fridge with some snacks...

Oh, and an entire closet filled with condoms, implements, sex toys - basically everything needed for this unique way to 'absolve people of their sin'.

From there, it was simple. Those requested were to undress and wait for him by the bed. Don't touch themselves, By the time Kinji arrived, he expected the order to hold back would show him the extent of their suffering. Something that hasn't failed so far as, when he did arrive, he would bear witness to their suffering in full force. Standing straight as a tower, trembling, leaky without care, in full need of some 'cleansing'~

Something that Kinji was more than prepared for - after all, like it was said before, he was blessed with the means to care for everyone that came into this place. Yes, as he undressed his robes, they would see his own 'rod of correction' standing straight and girthy - ready to bestow the discipline they needed to become good again. How did that happen usually was some variation of what some, vulgar-types might call 'ass-fucking'~

For some like Kizuna, they might prefer to spread her cheeks and bounce on his lap for their correction, screaming at him to thrust faster within her. For some like Akane, they might prefer crawling on the bed, raise their hindquarters higher, as Father took them from behind, biting into the sheets with vigor. Concerning types like Kanata, one might enjoy being over Father's lap to have their bottom chastised with a good hand spanking before getting down to business. With Mikako, a fellow servant of Holiness, she needed to be 'restrained' with the tightest rope imaginable as the rod penetrated her.

In regards to those like Ayame, whose stamina was already unreal, Father had found that the best results (as evidence by her moans) was fucking her while she in the splits pose). Satsuki-types, and tricky girl that she was, preferred to dress-up in a sexy school girl outfit, making Father chase her all around the room (usually leading to buttfucking her against the wall. For Kyoka's people, she tends to see if she could get Father really going by grinding against his dick...and it's only when she could feel him 'shooting' a bit down her back does she want to be 'cleansed' then. Lastly, there was those like Rei who, in complete show of submission, put a blindfold around her eyes, a gag in her mouth and fuzzy hand cuffs behind back - how she gets fucked and when? Why, she won't know for sure...but if Father is to be trusted, then he'll know to keep it interesting~

Rest assured, in Father Kinji's hands, all those who need to be cleansed of their 'sin' will get what their souls desires~

[skelly-words]

i have more sukuna hcs <3

this is more of a word vomit than anything i almost didn’t wanna tag it T_T

some are nsfw, so 18+ only please and ty

he hardly ever smiles unless he’s laughing, but getting a bright genuine smile out of him is really rare. he looks so sweet when his confident smirk is switched for a pretty smile. if you tease him about it, he’ll get a little shy.

on that topic, i think any overt happiness or joy would make sukuna really guarded. over time, he’d get more comfortable with how much joy you give him. when he feels that happy, it’s easy to remember that at any point you could just leave. (not that you would. plz)

not necessarily a jealous boyfriend, though. sukuna is more protective than jealous. he keeps you from bumping your head on the doorframe getting out of his car, gently guides you by the hand so you don't stumble into objects or other people, and adjusts your clothes when skin you don't want out starts to show.

he likes to see your different reactions to things, finding them more interesting than whatever the two of you are doing; how you softly smile when your favorite song comes on or startle at a loud noise.

sukuna is thoughtful and attentive but he hides it under a really thick layer of assholery. even later in your relationship, he will roll his eyes so far back if you ever call him sweet. the only time you're allowed to dote on him is his birthday, maybe. on any other day, you have to be just as flippant about your small favors and affection.

he’s so A$AP rocky. my evidence is just a song list, ima pyo; goldie, babushka boi, lord pretty flacko jodye 2, far away (by yebba). he be that pretty motherfucker, idk that else to say.

he’s an undercover nerd. heavily reads sci-fi to make it even worse (because now he’s a geek too). he’s not embarrassed about being smart, but it’s not expected of him. trust he wears reading glasses while reading Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. but his grades are decent too, he’s just a thinker like that.

the glasses hc is kinda based off how i think he’s far-sighted from playing sports a lot growing up and not getting into reading until later. he also thinks glasses are really cute on you too, twins!

sukuna just doesn’t care for school. In fact, i'm gonna say he drops out during his senior year (your junior year). which tested the quality of your relationship because you had to do long distance for a while. and that’s why (if you read my other hcs) he wants to get married after you graduate, because you’re crazy to think you’re ever leaving his side again.

did i mention that he has the worst fucking avoidant attachment issues ever (i have). “you’re smothering me.” “i’ve just been busy, i’m not dodging your calls.” but then you get hurt and ignore him and then he has a whole episode where he realizes that he’s not an emotionless robot and he really misses you so much. what a complicated guy, thank god he’s not my man, right? 🧍‍♀️hell yeah

i’m very torn between what he does after dropping out though, naturally i wanna say one of the trades (mechanic because he’s a car guy, ew). but this is sukuna, so a life of scamming and stealing is entirely possible. does he own an unregistered firearm? idk. either way, he provides, and that’s what counts.

he has a horrible habit of undressing you with his eyes while in public. sometimes you catch him looking straight through your clothes, like he’s perfectly memorized how you look naked. nobody else can really tell, but you get so flustered over it anyway. he’s so embarrassing.

okay, maybe controversial, but i don’t think he likes receiving head that much. i mentioned before that he jokes about it in the car, but in reality blowjobs just aren’t that satisfying to him. not that he’d ever turn one down either, but he’d rather do something where he has more of you to hold and sink his teeth into. from the back?

he’s a spicy food kinda guy. all he knows is be bisexual, eat hot chip, and lie. oops, yeah, i think he’s bi too. it’s just a male athlete thing, getting all sweaty in those locker rooms makes them a little gay, or so i’ve been told.

he eats pussy like a comfort meal, so the best brain is on his worst days. he woke up late, got stuck in traffic because of the rain, forgot his gym bag for practice, stepped in a puddle, didn’t bring his laptop charger either, the card reader on the vending machine was broken, etc. etc. getting lost between your thighs is self care for him. because at the end of the day, no matter how hard it was, he can still have you cumming in minutes.

he’ll pull out just to shove his fingers in your pussy instead. not entirely for your enjoyment, but because he needs his fingers lubed up so he can put them in your butt.

[na-ta-sh-aa]

I literally counted the seconds because I couldn't wait to read this chapter, I don't know how many times I refreshed the page to see if you had published it and I finally read it and to say that I'm in a thousand tears absolutely doesn't explain the conditions in which I am now. I have such great hope for them after I finish reading the chapter. I loved the sweetness and the way in which Bradley always understood and respected BG's spaces and wishes in this chapter🥹

“You were sound asleep in bed, curled up on your side, breathing softly. Bradley checked the time again. It was only 7:15, but maybe you just needed to rest. He tucked the covers up around your shoulders and kissed your forehead before venturing back out to the kitchen to make himself a sandwich before working out.”

BG is so emotional, when Bradley found her crying in the bathroom I was scared that she had taken a pregnancy test and it came back negative or that she was on her period, and my heart ached for her. Furthermore, the fact that she is so tired makes me think and hope more and more that maybe this is their moment!

"Can we talk about this?" Bradley asked, his voice pleading with you, but you didn't even know what to say.”

I love so much how Bradley learned from the past how important it is for the two of them to have good communication and how he tries to understand and talk about what's going on with BG.

“And something about the idea of a burrito bowl was turning your stomach just looking at it.”

Since when doesn't BG get her usual burrito bowl?

“Angel. What the hell are you doing to Rooster now?"

Jake caring about the two of them is something I absolutely love.

“Bradley flew all afternoon, and it was bad. Just really, very bad. He was distracted, and the fact that Javy had to keep repeating himself was about to earn Bradley a lecture from Maverick if he didn't pull it together. But you were just making him so sad, and he had no idea why you were currently barely able to look at him without crying or yelling.”

Poor Bradley, it breaks my heart to see him so sad. But knowing and seeing how as soon as BG is different or not at her best Bradley's mood changes I think it only shows how much Bradley loves her🥹

“These were the times he felt like having a mother of his own would come in handy, because he couldn't exactly take this to your mom.”

This thought literally broke my heart. Bradley had to get by without his parents' help for so long.

“He kissed your cheek. "I'll be waiting, ready to come home with you whenever you get there."

The fact that Bradley supports her and understands that maybe it's better for her if he leaves her space even though it makes him suffer a little is so sweet on Bradley's part.

“His eyebrow quirked up as his hand dipped a little lower. "Neither did I. Especially since I got the tattoo for you, Baby Girl."

“You had your arms around his neck instantly, the other woman forgotten as you kissed your husband. He tasted like your favorite beer, and you whimpered. But your body felt somehow both too tender and too needy pressed up against him as you said, "It's for me. Mine. Let's go home."

Aww this part!🥹

“Truly, your tits had never looked better”

"It hurts," you gasped, pushing his face away from your chest. "Stop."

“You burst into tears and said, "It just hurts."

There are so many signs that are making me so hopeful that BG is expecting a baby.

“No, he was not going to fuck this all up yet again. You and he had something special, and he was going to demand a conversation.”

I love Bradley's determination to maintain and protect what is special between them.

“He carried you there, and it felt amazing to not have to walk. Then he set you on the bed and undressed you as he asked, "Do you want some water? A snack?"

Bradley is wonderful, I think he's the husband everyone would like. The fact that he is always so attentive to her, he helped her undress, he carried her in his arms to bed, he tries not to put further pressure on her are just a few of the beautiful gestures that he always does with his heart all for BG.

“Tramp whimpered at you as you got to your feet again and made it to the toilet, this time pulling your underwear down as you went. When the wrapper fell away, you took the test, hands shaking as you set it on the edge of the sink vanity when you were done. Then you wiped as you started to panic. Three minutes. You needed to wait for three minutes.”

“Your phone was simply too far away as you started counting out loud, your voice echoing around your bathroom. It wasn't ready yet. You climbed into the empty bathtub, sitting and wrapping your arms around your knees. And you counted.”

“You closed your eyes, and you counted. You looked at Tramp, and you counted. You pressed your forehead to your knees, and you counted all the way until you reached one hundred and eighty.”

"Three minutes," you whispered, your heart beating so hard, it was making you feel like you might need to throw up again. You climbed out of the tub onto unsteady legs and held your breath as you walked to the vanity. Very carefully, like it was the most precious thing you'd ever touched, you picked up the test. You checked the result before promptly dropping it to the floor.”

This whole part made me so emotional, I could perfectly feel the anxiety of knowing the result, BG's hope that the result might finally be what she and Bradley have hoped for for so long, the confusion and agitation that passed through her body. I think and hope with all my heart that this last pregnancy test that was left in the bathroom cabinet can give the result that BG hopes for. Inside me I have the feeling that the result will be positive! Also I think finding out she's pregnant on Carole's birthday would be so special, exciting and beautiful for both Bradley and BG😭🫶🏼

The chapter was truly wonderful, I reread every sentence at least two/three times because I tried to grasp every detail that perhaps could have been hidden. As I said there are so many signs that make me hope that BG is pregnant but I will have to wait patiently for next week to know the result, I'm already starting the countdown to next Thursday! I don't want to go any further and already start thinking about how happy Roo and BG would be with the news because I know that if the test comes out negative I will suffer even more, but I can't stop the thoughts that are forming in my mind, only the image of Roo dad and BG mom or the idea of ​​how Bradley might react when BG gives him the news make me cry with happiness. I can't wait for next Thursday and hope with all my heart that it will be a day that brings good news! I loved reading this and my love for Roo and BG only increases with each passing chapter🥹💗✨

Always Ever Only You Part 26 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: No matter what Bradley did, you seemed frustrated with him. You needed a new car, but you needed to start communicating with him even more. He was scrambling to try to fix everything, but it was hard when you could barely stay awake for a conversation.

Warnings: Swearing, drinking, pregnancy topics, angst

Length: 5900 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order. Always Ever Only You masterlist. Gorgeous banner by @mak-32

When nearly a week had gone by, and you still wouldn't focus on picking out a new car for yourself, Bradley was starting to get frustrated. Sharing the Bronco with you wasn't a big deal. You respected it and treated it well, but he had to play nice when you wanted to use it to go to brunch on Sunday with Cam and Maria at the same time he wanted to play golf.

"Can't Jake pick you up?" you asked him with an annoyed sigh. "I'll text him and ask if he can come get you."

"Why can't Cam or Maria pick you up?" he asked, feeling kind of fucking fed up with you at the moment. 

"Fine," you replied, an eerily calm expression taking over your face. "I'll have one of them pick me up for brunch in the morning. Don't worry about it."

You turned on your heel and walked back to the bedroom leaving Bradley raking his fingers through his hair. He had finally started to feel normal again after having your parents at the house for a few days. It's not like they were even loud or inconsiderate, but he just struggled a bit with it anyway. He wasn't used to closing the bedroom door knowing Tramp liked to wander around the house at all hours of the day and night. He liked to take a piss with the bathroom door open, and he liked to randomly reach up under your shirt when you were in the kitchen if you welcomed it. And he just couldn't do any of that with other people in the house, even though it was family. 

"Fuck," he mumbled. It wasn't even a big deal for you to take the Bronco to brunch. Jake or Javy could easily get him on their way to the golf course, and now he needed to go apologize to you. But the bedroom door was closed when he got there, and he immediately felt like he needed to be touching you, because you were literally the only person who could be in his personal space all day long and not usually annoy him in the slightest. 

When he turned the knob, he was relieved to find it wasn't locked. "Baby Girl?" he called out cautiously, and then he found you in the bathroom. "Shit," he whispered, watching you wipe your eyes before turning toward the mirror, but there was no way to hide from him in here. "I'm sorry."

"Could you just leave me alone?" you asked without looking at him.

The words caused him physical pain, because that was the last thing he wanted right now. He'd gotten used to how much better everything was recently, and he was absolutely unwilling to stop communicating with you. "Can we talk about it? About a car? We could buy one tomorrow if you pick one out."

You turned and snapped at him. "Maybe next time just don't fuck up the one I already have!"

He had apologized to you countless times. He'd given your shit car a eulogy. He had offered to buy you any car you found that you wanted, but now he was just as mad as you were. "I just wanted to tell you that you can use the Bronco tomorrow."

"How generous," you replied sarcastically. "But I already told you I'll get a ride from Cam or Maria. Now would you please leave me alone?"

Bradley nodded and retreated back to the living room couch with Tramp, because he didn't know what else to do. He stretched out and decided to look at cars until you resurfaced to make dinner. There were two huge dealerships in San Diego that had the current model year of your old car, and they both had them stocked in several colors with different options available. You could get a new red one with a sunroof and gray interior just like you had before. He'd upgrade the stereo package to make riding in it less painful for him, but he'd buy it right now if you said it's what you wanted. 

As he thought back to the way you dragged your feet about wedding planning, he muttered a string of obscenities. At this rate, he'd be sharing the Bronco with you for a long time. He bookmarked a bunch of new cars, and then he searched all over the country to see if anyone was selling an exact replica of the one he totaled. A few hours later, it occurred to him that you never came back out of the bedroom. He scooped up Tramp where he'd fallen asleep on his chest and carried him back down the hallway. 

You were sound asleep in bed, curled up on your side, breathing softly. Bradley checked the time again. It was only 7:15, but maybe you just needed to rest. He tucked the covers up around your shoulders and kissed your forehead before venturing back out to the kitchen to make himself a sandwich before working out.

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By the middle of the week, you were aggressively annoyed by everything, but mostly Bradley's voice. On Sunday, Cam picked you up for brunch even though Bradley told you a million times you could use the Bronco. You didn't even want to use the Bronco. He could use it all day long. And then you went back to Cam's place and lounged on his couch until you were starting to get hungry for dinner. If Bradley wondered why you were out for a six hour brunch, he didn't ask. 

But when he eventually called your phone, you asked Cam to drive you home. "Your husband is like a twelve out of ten," he murmured as he drove you. "Don't be mean to him." Then you climbed out of his car onto your driveway and rolled your eyes, because after that he was getting on your nerves, too.

So on Monday and Tuesday, you just avoided Bradley as much as you could at work after driving in with him, but on Wednesday, as he pulled into the parking garage, he cleared his throat. "Hard Deck tonight?"

"You can go," you replied as you unbuckled your seatbelt. "You can take the Bronco, and I'll just stay home." You bit your lip immediately as you said the words, because you felt like crying. You couldn't understand what was wrong with you as tears burned your eyes. The last thing you wanted to do was skip a fun night out. You also didn't know why you couldn't commit to a car. Everything felt like too much the last few days, and you wanted to scream.

"Can we talk about this?" Bradley asked, his voice pleading with you, but you didn't even know what to say. 

"Later," you told him before heading for the building, but he was right behind you, undeterred.

"Don't give me that later bullshit. We've been talking and communicating a lot better, and I absolutely refuse to stop doing either of those things!"

You spun around so fast, he almost collided with you. "I have a meeting with Bickel, okay? About Annapolis. And it starts in twenty minutes. And I'm tired. And I miss my car. And I need to go."

After that, you weren't sure if he followed you or not, because you didn't turn around to check. When you got to your office and opened your computer, you saw the calendar reminder that made more tears cloud your vision. You cradled your forehead in your hand. Saturday was Carole Bradshaw's birthday. 

The fact that you forgot it was coming up was worrying, because you couldn't let work take over your life again like it had in the past. You'd been mentally planning to make another fancy dinner to celebrate her day, the way you had for both of Bradley's parents' birthdays last year. Filet mignon and crab cakes and brownies. 

Fuck. You wanted to sit alone in your office and cry all morning, but now you had four minutes until you had to sit down with your boss. You pulled yourself together the best you could and made your way to talk to Bickel. Cat was there too, and you could feel her intense gaze on you as if she was physically touching you. You knew she could tell something was on your mind, but you sat as calmly as you could and looked through the folder of information that was given to you. 

Bickel folded his hands on his desk and said, "I'm letting the two of you decide how you'd like to present our work in Annapolis. I'm trying to finalize some dates for us, but it's looking like the first week of August. This would add two million dollars to our pending budget for next year, which would give us the opportunity to explore an even more advanced comms system. And it would be a great way for me to push for your promotion, Lieutenant Coleman."

"Yes, Sir," Cat replied immediately. When you were both dismissed, she took you by the arm out in the hallway and whispered, "Please, I need you to focus on this for me. Okay? Why do you look like you're on the verge of tears?"

"I'm having a bad week," you whispered, still unsure why you felt like this. Your fingers were tingling, and you were so anxious, you were about to walk yourself to see Dr. Genevieve. But you hadn't eaten breakfast, and it was almost lunchtime now after Bickel kept you so long. "I need lunch," you told Cat, and she sighed and walked down to the cafeteria with you.

Part of you wanted to see Bradley, but part of you did not. And something about the idea of a burrito bowl was turning your stomach just looking at it. You picked out a sandwich and some soup and found a spot at a table that was completely empty except for Bob. 

"Hi," you said softly, and he looked up from his notebook with a smile as you slid into the seat across from him. 

"Hi," he replied in his sweet voice that immediately made you feel calmer. "I actually was hoping to see you to thank you again. Maria has been really accommodating about me moving in, and this way I don't have to commute into the city every day."

You waved him off as you tried a spoonful of the flavorless soup. "I'm just happy it worked out. For both of you. I didn't want Maria to have some creep move in since she couldn't find anyone else. And obviously you're just lovely, Bob."

He visibly bristled a bit. "No, she shouldn't have to deal with a creepy roommate."

Then Jake dropped down in the seat next to yours and turned to smile as Cat sat on his other side. "Angel. What the hell are you doing to Rooster now?"

"What do you mean?" you asked, looking around, but your husband and Nat were still in line for food. 

"He's fucking miserable today. Cranky as hell. And I know for a fact nothing can set that man off the way you can. It's honestly pretty funny, but he did snap at me three times. It's like dealing with Hondo all over again."

"Sorry," you heard Cat mutter as she ate her lunch.

You gripped your spoon in your hand and took a deep breath, but all you could say was, "I don't know." You truly didn't know what was going on. Your brain was in a constant fog, and you felt so antsy. 

Bradley sat across the table from you, eyeing you carefully from his spot next to Bob. You tried to give him a reassuring smile, but you didn't know if it came across that way when he just looked sadder. 

"Who's coming to the bar tonight?" Nat asked loudly.

After Jake and Cat agreed to go, you quietly said, "Not me. I have to catch up on some things I was supposed to read, but I'll drop Bradley off for the night."

Your husband shook his head and opened his mouth to reply, but Nat was already squeezing his shoulder. "Sounds good," she said, and after that, he sat quietly. 

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Bradley flew all afternoon, and it was bad. Just really, very bad. He was distracted, and the fact that Javy had to keep repeating himself was about to earn Bradley a lecture from Maverick if he didn't pull it together. But you were just making him so sad, and he had no idea why you were currently barely able to look at him without crying or yelling. 

He hadn't even done anything. Had he? Yeah, he'd completely destroyed your beloved car, but the visit with your parents had gone pretty well. He hadn't missed any important dates of anniversaries. He'd been keeping up with his chores at home. 

You'd been running a bit hot and cold in the bedroom. He'd never push you for more than you wanted to do, but then perhaps he hadn't been good for you recently? The mere thought had him squirming and sweating in his cockpit as he followed Javy into a dive. Shit. Could that be it? He always got you off. Except that he knew he hadn't in the family bathroom at the Padres game, but you and he had been in a rush. And that night last week when you started yawning while you rode him, he distinctly remembered you saying it didn't matter if you came since you were so tired.

Shit. Things had been going great, he didn't realize what he'd been doing, and now he had to figure out how to fix it when you seemed so disinterested in talking to him. As he brought his jet back down to the tarmac he tried to come up with a plan, but he felt helpless. These were the times he felt like having a mother of his own would come in handy, because he couldn't exactly take this to your mom. 

"Fuck." He wrenched his helmet off and ran his fingers through his hair. You were sending him off to the bar alone tonight to get him out of your space, he could tell. So maybe the best thing he could do right now was just follow your lead. 

After he showered and headed for the parking garage, he found you leaning against the side of the Bronco waiting for him. "Hi, Sweetheart," he said, leaning down to kiss you softly.

Your quiet response of, "Hi, Roo," made him feel a lot better, and you let him buckle you in, which was great. But then you said, "I'll just drop you off at the bar later and come back for you. I have some things I want to get done."

He nodded. "Sure. Whatever you want." 

Back at home, he was able to coax you onto his lap for dinner at the dining room table, and even though it was a quiet affair, he didn't mind. He just rubbed his hand up and down your back, and eventually you sank back against him even though you'd only had a few bites of food. You were practically asleep on him as he finished eating, but you jolted up when his phone vibrated against your hip.

"It's probably just Nat," he whispered, and you nodded as you checked the time. 

"I'll drop you off whenever you're ready, and I'll come back for you around ten?"

He cupped your perfect cheek in one hand and asked, "Are you sure you don't want to come? I can help you get caught up with work tomorrow or this weekend. I'm a pretty good helper."

You cracked the tiniest smile as you said, "I'm just not in the mood. You go and drink and have fun, and I'll come back for you."

He kissed your cheek. "I'll be waiting, ready to come home with you whenever you get there."

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When Bradley climbed out of the Bronco, you watched him head inside the bar. He was wearing his white and yellow floral print shirt, part of the matching set that he'd bought for the two of you, and he looked so sexy, you were thrumming with need. You were all over the place. A few days ago, the mere sight of him had you ready to climb out the window, and now you were on the verge of chasing him down to fuck you.

"Get a grip. My god," you moaned as you pulled back onto the road. At least now you could go to the store and purchase everything you'd need to make Carole's birthday dinner in peace. 

The store was quiet, which was great, because you didn't currently know if something was about to set you off. You grabbed a cart, and the cool metal against your hands felt nice. A smile found its way to your face as you listened to Everywhere by Fleetwood Mac playing throughout the store and picked out some beautiful looking steaks. Then you found everything for the crab cakes and the brownies, and you got a bottle of expensive champagne. 

You were already feeling better now, almost excited to celebrate the mother-in-law that you'd never had the privilege of meeting. She deserved a special day and a fancy dinner, because even though you didn't know her personally, you were absolutely certain Carole Bradshaw was incredible. The sparkle of your engagement ring caught your eye, and you stood in front of the wine and champagne and sobbed quietly until you felt like you could continue shopping. 

It had to be the combination of work and her birthday and your car that was setting you off. No matter how bad it made you feel, you'd pick out a new car this weekend. You knew there was enough in your savings account for a down payment, so you just had to force yourself to bite the bullet. You'd do it for Bradley and for yourself. 

While you unpacked the groceries, you made a sandwich, finally hungry again after you'd barely been able to eat dinner. But that started to make you too full after just half of it. "Don't tell Daddy," you whispered before feeding it to Tramp. 

Then you sat at the island and read through the folder from Bickel. You had weeks of research and planning ahead of you, but it would be worth it for the grant money. Cat was a solid gold choice as a partner for this, especially since she was motivated by that promotion she wanted. You were excited, but realistically so. You needed to make sure you didn't overdo things this time around. You could rely on Cat as much as yourself, and you knew that now.

When you checked the time on your phone, it was already 10:30. You texted Bradley and let him know you'd be there soon. When you started the Bronco, you got a text back.

Bradley Rooster Bradshaw <3 <3 <3: Can't wait for you to take me home.

You smiled and sang on your way there, already feeling better about having everything for Carole's birthday dinner ready to go. You parked the Bronco and headed inside, twirling Bradley's keyring on your fingers. As soon as you pushed the door open, the wave of noise hit you, and you made a beeline for the pool table. Penny's summer drink specials must have been on point, because the place was packed.

Just when you were trying to squeeze between two massive guys, you caught sight of Bradley just in time to see a woman walk up behind him and tap him on the shoulder. Maybe he thought it was you at first, because he spun to face her with a smile on his face. You got jostled around a little bit as your steps faltered and came to a stop. Bradley was conversing a bit with her now, although his smile was gone, and you watched as she reached up with her perfectly manicured nails and dragged them along his paper airplane tattoo on his bicep.

"Oh, hell no," you gasped, registering that Bradley looked surprised, and not in a good way. But you were frozen to the spot now as disgust, embarrassment and jealousy washed over you. It wasn't like he wasn't wearing his wedding band. He was. How was that not enough? You couldn't decide if you wanted to run away or rip her head off.

Bradley immediately started to back away from her, shaking his head as he went, and then his gaze connected with yours. He mouthed your name, and you could see the concern on his face as you swallowed hard. Instead of running away, you stood there like an idiot when he came rushing in your direction.

"Sweetheart," he said, reaching for your hand, his eyes on yours. 

"Who's your friend?" you asked. Your voice sounded like it belonged to someone else while your throat burned. 

You let him wrap one big hand around your back and pull you closer, holding you there. "No idea. Never saw her before thirty seconds ago."

"I didn't like her touching you."

His eyebrow quirked up as his hand dipped a little lower. "Neither did I. Especially since I got the tattoo for you, Baby Girl."

You had your arms around his neck instantly, the other woman forgotten as you kissed your husband. He tasted like your favorite beer, and you whimpered. But your body felt somehow both too tender and too needy pressed up against him as you said, "It's for me. Mine. Let's go home."

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Bradley let you drive since he'd had a fair amount to drink. That fucking woman just about ruined his night by asking him what he was drinking and then touching his arm, feigning interest in his unique tattoo. The past week had already felt like touch and go with you, and he was unwilling to make it worse. He still wasn't quite sure how to get things back to where they had been just a short time ago. 

When you parked in the driveway in the spot where you used to park your car, he almost winced. But you crawled over to his lap and started to unbutton his shirt. "Take me to bed," you told him, rubbing yourself on him through his jeans. 

He grunted in response, carrying you up to the porch and wrestling with his key in the lock as you kissed his neck. Clothing was discarded along the way, and when he got you in the bedroom with the soft lamplight illuminating your skin, he moaned. 

"Jesus Christ, you're a dream."

Truly, your tits had never looked better, and somehow the aroused looking little scowl you were shooting his way was really working him up as you shimmied your jeans down your legs. He was hard when you finally pushed him onto the bed and climbed on top. 

"I love you," he promised as your lips met his, and you sank down around his length. Warm and wet and perfect. Holy shit, you felt incredible as you rolled your hips slowly, his hands settling at your waist. You were velvety smooth everywhere. The only thing he wanted. 

He held your hips in his hands and thrust up into you as his lips met your nipple. You moaned as he licked you, but as soon as he sucked hard, pulling you between his lips, you gasped. So he did it again and again, but your hips stilled and your hands left his shoulders and reached for his cheeks.

"It hurts," you gasped, pushing his face away from your chest. "Stop."

He let his head settle back on the pillow. "Sorry." Tentatively, he brought his hand up to your left breast and gave you a nice squeeze, but you pulled away further. Then you were kneeling next to him with your arms crossed over your chest. "Sorry," he repeated. "But I always touch you that way?"

You burst into tears and said, "It just hurts."

And that was the last thing you said to him for the night as you crawled under the covers. As soon as Bradley got his erection under control by pacing around the bathroom, he walked back to the bed to find you sound asleep.

On Thursday and Friday, you didn't even acknowledge it. When he asked if it was okay if he touched you on Thursday morning, you went willingly into his arms as the toaster popped out your breakfast. And on Friday morning, you let him snuggle with you a little bit before you got out of bed, so at least he was fairly convinced you weren't too mad at him. But he just knew he hadn't been doing enough for you in bed which really pissed him off. 

He was older than everyone else around him seemingly all the time, and now he was feeling insecure about it again. If he could just manage to get you to have a real conversation with him, then he'd try to fix this. But you were busy with work, something else that had a red flag shooting up in the back of his mind. No, he was not going to fuck this all up yet again. You and he had something special, and he was going to demand a conversation. 

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You poked at your lunch on Friday as Jake and Bradley argued next to you in the cafeteria. You were barely able to pay attention to them, because you were so tired, and you had another meeting with Bickel in an hour. As far as you could tell, you were getting the flu, which seemed weird for July, but nothing else made sense. 

No matter how much you slept, you were exhausted. Your body was aching, and you were so damn moody. You'd practically accosted Bradley on Wednesday after you picked him up from the bar, but then you fell asleep as soon as you told him your breasts hurt. You felt embarrassed now as you looked at him next to you, because after all of that, you didn't even let him finish that night. 

As you adjusted your shirt, you could have screamed at how tender your nipples were. At least it was Friday. You could catch up on reading for your presentation research, and then you could sleep. 

"Come on, Rooster," Jake complained. "You have to come tomorrow. I'll leave the hard seltzers at home, and Javy and I will behave."

Bradley turned to look at you with big, brown eyes before he told Jake, "No. No golf tomorrow. I have some things I need to take care of." Then he turned back toward you and softly said, "We're talking tomorrow. About a bunch of stuff. Until we are sorted out."

Now you felt guilty as Jake shot you a look. "We can talk tomorrow afternoon, Roo. Go play golf."

"Yeah, Bradshaw," Jake piped up. "Angel said you can do shit with her in the afternoon. So you'll come with Bob, Javy and I? You know Reuben sucks at golf. He's even worse than you."

"Go," you told Bradley, kissing the edge of his mustache before you stood. "Yes, Jake, he will be golfing tomorrow. I plan on sleeping in, and the quiet house will be nice."

Bradley reached for your hand, lacing his fingers with yours as he looked up at you. "I love you."

You nodded. "I love you, too. I need to go get ready for a meeting." His eyes were on your body as you walked away, but you needed to focus on work right now. 

It was all you could do to go back to Bickel's office with Cat and not fall asleep in his soft leather chair. Your boss's calm voice and the warm room were almost too much for your senses. You were fighting with yourself to keep your eyes open. Fighting with everything you had to stay engaged. An hour went by and then two, and he was still talking, and so was Cat, and they kept asking you for input. You were clinging to your extensive knowledge on the subject matter and hoping for the best when Bickel's desk phone rang, and he finally dismissed you. 

"This is so exciting," Cat gushed out in the cooler hallway. "I was telling Jake last night that you and I are going to have the best presentation at the Naval Academy next month, and do you know what he said?"

"Hmm?" you hummed as you walked to the lab.

"He offered to watch Jeremiah!"

"Oh." You hadn't even really considered how hard it would be for Cat to go to Maryland with you, but this was probably a big deal. Jeremiah wasn't even two yet. "Wow. Look at Jake being an exceptional boyfriend. Good thing I pushed the two of you to actually communicate with each other."

Cat laughed and hugged you before entering the lab, but you cringed. Communication. You'd talk to Bradley tomorrow afternoon. You'd pick a car tomorrow afternoon. But when you got home today, you were going to take your temperature and then get in bed. 

You had to wait by the Bronco for such a long time, you contemplated texting Bradley to see what the holdup was. It was late, you were actually starving, and you wanted to go home. You shifted your bag from one shoulder to the other, beyond annoyed that there was only one key to this thing; you couldn't even sit inside. You glared at the pretty blue paint, really missing your ugly red car with your whole heart when you heard boots pounding the pavement behind you.

"I'm so sorry, Baby Girl," Bradley gasped. He must have run the whole way here from the tarmac since he was still in his flight suit. "We ran over. I should have left the keys with you this morning. I"m sorry."

You nodded as he helped you in the passenger side door and buckled you in. "Okay."

He pulled out of the parking garage, glancing at you every few seconds. "All you're going to say is okay?"

You yawned wishing you could get undressed. "What do you want me to say, Bradley?"

He was quiet for a few blocks, but when he turned down your street, he let loose. "I want you to say something more than okay. I want you to fucking talk to me, alright? I feel like everything I'm doing right now is making you mad at me, and I hate that. I fucking hate it." He hit the brakes a little hard in the driveway, and now you were alert as you started crying. 

"Fuck!" Bradley growled, hands gripping the steering wheel. "I'm sorry." He looked so upset right now, you didn't even know what to do as tears streamed down your cheeks. Then he was running across the driveway and helping you out of the Bronco and into the house, but the tears kept coming. And now your head was throbbing and you felt so sick. 

"I just want to go to bed," you gasped. "Please," you begged as he kissed your forehead over and over again while Tramp jumped around. 

"Of course," Bradley whispered, his lips meeting your face again before he knelt in front of you. He kissed your thighs through your khaki pants and helped you out of your boots, looking up at your face which you were sure looked like a wreck. "Sweetheart, I'm so sorry I yelled." 

"It's okay," you managed as the room spun a little bit. "I just need to get in bed."

He carried you there, and it felt amazing to not have to walk. Then he set you on the bed and undressed you as he asked, "Do you want some water? A snack?"

You nodded and got under the covers, and said, "Yes, please," as you started to doze off. All you managed to do was eat a handful of trail mix and chug a glass of water before you passed out. 

When you eventually woke up, you felt a little better, but when you rolled over, the other half of the bed was empty and cold. It was eight in the morning according to your phone. You'd just slept for over twelve hours, and Bradley was out playing golf now. The cool fabric of his pillow on your face felt so nice, you rolled over all the way. You must have a fever and the flu. You felt too hot, and your breasts were aching. So was your abdomen. Your period was probably about to start. 

You frowned and looked at your phone again, opening the calendar app. It was Carole's birthday, but it was apparently also five weeks since you'd had your period. "Oh my god." You practically fell out of the bed, your legs tangling up in the sheets as you tried to get to your feet. 

"Oh shit," you gasped, running for the bathroom. You didn't know what to do first, but your stomach won as you lunged for the toilet and threw up everything in your stomach. "Gross," you groaned as you flushed the toilet, but as soon as you tried to stand, more came up. Your heart was thudding in your chest as you forced yourself to be patient and let your stomach empty itself.

When you finally could, you got to your feet again, removing your glasses to rinse your mouth out and splash water on your face. Then you dried yourself and slid them back on. You eyed the linen closet next to the door in the mirror before turning around slowly. As you strode across the tile floor, Tramp came in to investigate, but you ignored him as you closed the distance to where you thought you might have one last pregnancy test hidden away.

You opened the narrow door and knelt down, and then you started throwing everything from the bottom shelves over your shoulders, frantically searching. You saw the box, and you tore it open. You already knew what to do, because you'd done it so many times before, but your hands were shaking as you removed the test and looked at it on your palm in the foil wrapper. 

Tramp whimpered at you as you got to your feet again and made it to the toilet, this time pulling your underwear down as you went. When the wrapper fell away, you took the test, hands shaking as you set it on the edge of the sink vanity when you were done. Then you wiped as you started to panic. Three minutes. You needed to wait for three minutes. 

Your phone was simply too far away as you started counting out loud, your voice echoing around your bathroom. It wasn't ready yet. You climbed into the empty bathtub, sitting and wrapping your arms around your knees. And you counted. 

You closed your eyes, and you counted. You looked at Tramp, and you counted. You pressed your forehead to your knees, and you counted all the way until you reached one hundred and eighty. 

"Three minutes," you whispered, your heart beating so hard, it was making you feel like you might need to throw up again. You climbed out of the tub onto unsteady legs and held your breath as you walked to the vanity. Very carefully, like it was the most precious thing you'd ever touched, you picked up the test. You checked the result before promptly dropping it to the floor.

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ifhy. (nsfw) dabi x bottom!male reader

pronouns: he/him

warnings: hate sex, a lot of cursing, a little bit of degrading, fucking on a counter (?) idk if that counts, and implied violence a little

a/n: sorry this took a while to write i was passed out for the past two days 😀👍

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ever since you entered the league of villains you've hated everything about the man. the cockiness, the way he talked, even the way he smiled, though he barely did. you wanted to prove you were better than him. due to the fact that he had a flashier quirk than you, he received more attention from tomura than you did.

everything about dabi pissed you off.

you weren't very subtle about it either, you made sure that dabi knew you didn't like him. In fact everyone in the league knew you hated his guts and they didn't want to get in the way of you two either, just so they don't get hit by the crossfire.

you challenged him one time during another one of shigaraki's meetings because he was taunting your abilities in the mission tomura assigned you to. the fight was pretty bad and thankfully kurogiri was there to stop you guys or else the hideout would've been burned to crisps in the matter of seconds.

believe it or not, there was actually one thing you hated more than dabi. it was how much you wanted to fuck the man. everytime you were with dabi, you were practically undressing him with your eyes. his tall and lean body, those ocean eyes you could melt in and the fact that you could see his pecs slightly due to his clothing.

you didn't want to admit it but you couldn't deny your own desires. not saying you would volunteeringly ask him to fuck you but if the oppurtunity came up you wouldn't say no either. there were times you touched yourself thinking about the black haired male deep inside you stuffing you full of his cum. he turned you on so much and you couldn't deny it.

it was another day were shigaraki excluded you from a mission. you didn't mind too much this time since you didn't want to go anyways. shigaraki and your ideals weren't similar but he recognized your strength and you recognized his authority.

you were resting at the bar table in the hideout and fixing yourself a drink. you knew kurogiri had to have some good booze hidden here somewhere. while ruffling under the counters you heard slow footsteps coming down the stairs. the person you wanted to see the least appeared in front of you.

"what are you doing back here, aren't you supposed to be with them?" you said in a cold tone.

"they don't need me anymore, they've got it handled. shigaraki's plan also failed once."

"wouldn't be surprised."

"fuck is that suppose to mean."

"i said what i said , burnt face."

you felt the atmosphere in the room tense up and so did dabi. you both stayed silent for a few seconds until he spoke again.

"real rich coming from someone who's been eye-fucking me ever since we entered the league together."

you were startled by his response. did you make it that obvious? you stopped looking for the alcohol and stood up.

"so what if i did, huh? i still fucking hate you, i don't know who in the right mine would want your cocky ass here but i guess some people just don't see how much of a piece shit you can be."

you could feel it in your bones a fight was about to go down. dabi wasn't the type to stay silent after you insult him. well, if he does try something you were ready to face him. backing off from something like this wasn't your style.

dabi walked closer to you and put his hand on the counter.

"i always thought you had a pretty face, what a shame it came with a shit personality." dabi said while cupping your cheek with his hand.

his touch felt so right against your skin. the male's hands weren't cold but it wasn't exactly warm either. you didn't know why it felt good but you didn't care either.

"don't fucking touch me, bastard." you said while slapping away dabi's hand.

you wanted dabi to touch you but you didn't want to admit it infront of him. in fact, he was getting too close to you for comfort and the tense atmosphere with just the two of you, him pushing you against the wall. even a nomu would know what he's trying to do.

“oh please, we all know you want it you fucking slut... you want me to fuck your brains out right on this counter, don’t lie to yourself.”

“don’t be so full of yourself, who do you think you are? just because i like your body doesn’t mean i like you.”

dabi turned around and started to walk away realizing you were being serious about this.

“then again, i'm not saying no. so if you want to prove me wrong, come and show me.” you said

dabi understood what you meant, he turned around and grabbed you by the waist pulling you in for a sloppy kiss.

you've never felt your heart beat so fast in your life before. you hands on his shoulders pulling him closer towards you. both of you struggled to take control of the kiss but dabi ended up winning this time.

after a few minutes the kiss broke and you wiped your mouth with your left arm.

"is that all you got bitch boy? c'mon there's no way you're this weak right?" you taunted

"you haven't seen nothing yet, you fucking squirt."

dabi said as he unbuckled his belt. you could see the thick outline of his cock under his boxers. it was so much bigger than you could’ve ever imagined all those times by yourself. dabi soon took off his boxers to show you the real deal. his cock was still half erect but it already looked too big to fit into your hole.

“you like it?” dabi asked with a smirk on his face

“tch, i’ve seen better.”

“oh? is that so.”

right after he said that, dabi grabbed your head and shoved it onto his dick, making you take his cock by all its length right away. you attempted to push yourself away but dabi’s hands were on your head the whole time. Soon enough you submitted to dabi and adjusted to his rhythm. after a while dabi finally let go of your head and pulled out his cock, this time fully erect. you couldn’t tell the exact size but it was practically double the size of what it was initially. during this entire time, you had an erection in your pants too. you were begging for a release preferably through dabi’s cock.

“c’mon sweet heart, we all know what you want. now show me that fucking ass and get on the counter.”

you stayed silent for a bit thinking whether or not to pass up this opportunity or take it. the decision was still in your hands because although dabi might be a villain he would never do something like this if he didn’t get their consent first. after considering, you realized this could be a once in a lifetime opportunity and agreed. you slid the bottom half of your clothing off and sat on the counter. you didn’t expect dabi for the type to ever get flustered but he did. when his eyes locked onto your ass and thighs his eyes widened just like when you saw his cock.

“bet you never had something like this huh~” you teased.

and just like your response earlier, dabi scoffed and said

“i’ve seen better.”

you were both impatient for what’s about to happen next. one person to be stuffed and the other to do the stuffing. dabi’s precum was the most lubricant he was ever going to use on you so without prepping he pushed his cock inside you. right away you felt a bit of pain under there but it quickly turned into pleasure after dabi moved around the area a bit more.

“f-fuck bitch… you’re tight huh…”

“nngh... tch, i told you AH-.”

“this is the good spot isn’t it~” dabi said as he pushed his dick further into you.

you moaned in pleasure as a response with grunts in between. you were feeling euphoric, this was the situation you’ve imagined so many times and now it’s finally coming true. you looked down at your own dick to see the tip of it leaking pre-cum. you couldn’t deny how good you felt at this point even if you wanted to.

“fucking hell… you fuck pretty good for some a-ah! who talks like a bitch.” you managed to make out.

“don’t talk with you ass full, slut.” dabi said as he yet again thrusted into you this time with even more force.

“and you wanted to deny it, look how good im making you feel. you’re gonna cum just from me fucking you in the ass.”

“you’re one to talk, i can feel all of your pre inside. i know you’re feeling just as good as i am don’t lie to me.”

you two gave each other a smirk as if this was some kind of competition of who can make the other person feel better. well it is, but in an aggressive way.

as both of you were getting close the moans and grunts started to become more frequent.

"hgh! im fucking cumming." dabi grunted out

"a-ah fuck! me too." you replied

the two of you came at the same time. pants filled the room with dabi still inside you.

"heh… not bad y/n."

"that's the first time you said my name, dabi."

"the same goes for you."

"i still fucking hate you by the way."

"the same goes for you."

[engie-ivy]

Hey! i don't know if you still do prompts, but if you do i have an idea, if not, then feel free to ignore this, i don't want to pressure you or anything!

so, sirius and remus decide to work on their project in the library and sirius is just excited to finally be able to spend some time with moony, and he keeps waiting for remus to show up, but remus doesn't. later he overhears someone saying how R is with his current bf rn and S is just completely heartbroken ( tears were shed, starts thinking how he is not worth it anyways ) only to find out later that R had broken up with his bf. (angst ending with fluff)

oh god this is so long, but yeah i just love your writing so much!!!

(Hi @o-opheliaaa! Thank you so much for this prompt, and so sorry it took so long! I hope this lives up to your expectations)

Remus and Edgar have been dating for a while, but Edgar isn't ready for anyone to find out about their relationship. According to him, it'll be much too suspicious if Remus were to suddenly stop the flirtatious banter that's been going on between him and Sirius since fifth year. As a matter of fact, Remus making some flirtatious comments towards Sirius every now and then is the perfect way to make sure no one will suspect a thing about Edgar! And it won't matter to Sirius. After all, the flirting is just a joke to him, right?

(Wolfstar endgame, of course)

Just For Fun

Remus stumbles out of bed, while the other boys are already dressed.

“Let’s go, Pads,” James says impatiently. “I want to catch McKinnon before breakfast to discuss my new ideas for Quidditch practice!”

“Aaaw, Prongs,” Sirius pouts. “You know watching Moony get dressed is my second favourite part of the day!”

“Second favourite?” Remus asks.

“Besides watching you get undressed,” Sirius says with a wink.

Remus chuckles as he starts pulling his robes from his trunk.

“Oh, Pads, don’t forget your mirror!” James says, ignoring Sirius’ comment. “We got detention with Flitwick this afternoon, and you know he always puts us on separate classrooms.”

“Already got it!” Sirius pats the inner pocket of his robes, containing his Two-Way Mirror.

It’s too good of an opportunity to resist.

“I already thought you had a mirror in your pocket,” Remus says teasingly. “As I can sure see myself under your robes.”

Sirius barks a laugh. “I bet you can!”

Remus opens his mouth to reply, but Peter speaks first. “But it’s a Two-Way Mirror, and as James has the other one, wouldn’t you then see James under Sirius’ robes?”

Sirius just gives Peter a flat look, and Remus rolls his eyes. “I guess I was just imagining things then.”

“Oh?” Sirius arches an eyebrow. “Tell me, Moony. Does what’s underneath my robes often appear in your imagination?”

Remus smirks. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

James, Sirius and Peter walk down the stairs, James and Sirius to discuss Quidditch, Peter to gaze in awe at James as he discusses Quidditch. Remus wants to walk into the bathroom as he hears James’ voice on the stairs. “No, you go ahead, I go and get my notes, and I’ll meet up with you!”

James bursts back into the room, and Remus opens his mouth to tease him about rushing everyone and then forgetting his notes himself, but James immediately rounds on him.

“What the hell was that?” He hisses.

Remus blinks. “What was what?”

“You know damn well what I mean! That whole ‘under your robes’-talk you just did.”

“Oh, that.” Remus shrugs. “That’s just how Padfoot and I talk.” And it is. Sirius and Remus have this flirtatious banter going on between them for the last two years or so, and it has become a sort of joke between them. But James knows that better than anyone, so what’s changed?

“Yes, but after what I learned yesterday,” James says emphatically. “It’s a bit inappropriate, don’t you think?”

Ah, yes. That’s changed. Yesterday, James walked in on Remus making out with Edgar Bones. Edgar and Remus have been dating for a few months now, but Edgar is not ready to come out, and it’s all a Big Secret. But as of yesterday, against the wishes of all parties involved, James is now the first, and so far only, person in the know.

“Look, I know it seems shady,” Remus says. “I actually wanted to stop when Edgar and I first got together, because whether it’s just for fun or not, it felt weird to act flirtatious around someone else, but Edgar actually told me not to!”

“Bones told you to not stop flirting with Sirius?” James asks sceptically.

“Yes!” Remus insists. “He’s just really worried about people finding out about us, and he was afraid people would grow suspicious if I suddenly stopped making flirty comments back at Sirius. As a matter of fact, he saw the flirtatious banter between Sirius and me as the perfect decoy to prevent people from ever suspecting anything about him an me.”

“First he wants to keep you a secret, then he wants you to flirt with another guy. Sounds like a real catch,” James says sarcastically. “Don’t you think as your boyfriend he should mind a bit more?”

“I did ask if he’s not jealous,” Remus says. “But he says he really isn’t.”

What he actually did, was laugh in Remus’ face. “It’s Sirius Black we’re talking about!” He had said. “The guy who everybody wants, but who never thinks anyone is good enough for him. The type that flirts just for the hell of it. I know I don’t have to worry about anything going on between you, he’s out of your league anyway.” That had somehow really upset Remus. Of course, he knows Edgar is right, Sirius is obviously way out of his league. It just made Remus feel stupid that he even suggested anything could happen between Sirius and him. Edgar saw his reaction, and had wrapped an arm around him. “Come on, Rem. You know I didn’t mean it like that! He’s way out if my league too. That’s why it’s good we are together.” He had kissed Remus, and Remus had let him, but it didn’t make him feel any less stupid.

“He knows Sirius is way out of my league, and nothing is ever really going to happen between us, so he’s not worried,” Remus tells James.

“I don’t give a fuck about Bones’ feelings!” James snaps.

That doesn’t really surprise Remus. When James found out about Edgar and him, he made it no secret that he didn’t like it one single bit, stating that Remus deserves better than someone keeping him a secret. But Edgar has assured Remus that now is just not a good time. Edgar’s father is up for a high position at the Ministry, and his family is currently under a lot of stress. He doesn’t want to spring this on them right now, just wait a bit until everything’s calmer.

“What about Padfoot?” James asks.

“What about him?”

“Does he know that he’s just being used in Bones’ ploy?”

“What difference would it make to him?” Remus asks. “Sirius rejects everyone who asks him out, and he’s never shown any interest in dating. He can’t be bothered with this sort of thing! He’s just having a laugh, he’s not going to care.”

James places his hands on his hips. “Is that what you think, or is that what Bones told you?”

Remus can feel himself getting angry. He mentioned the possibility of something happening between Sirius and him once, and he was made to feel like an idiot, so he’s not going to make that mistake again. “Look James, I’m not stupid! I’m not going to think something might happen with Sirius just because he throws a few flirtatious jokes in my direction. I’m not vain or naïve enough to think that someone like Sirius will ever have a real interest in someone like me, so don’t worry about it, okay?”

James shakes his head. “Those are an awful lot of assumptions you’re making, with very little evidence.”

“If it’s what Edgar wants, and Sirius can have his fun, then it’s all good, right?”

“Be careful, Remus,” James urges. “It’s an odd situation you’ve created, and I can’t help but feel like someone’s feelings are going to get hurt.”

Feelings.

Remus has been thinking about feelings a lot.

He likes Edgar. He really does. Edgar looks alright, he’s really smart, and he’s nice to Remus. Well, usually, he is. Okay, so maybe the flutter in Remus’ stomach is more due to the idea that someone likes him like that, is really attracted to him, sees him in a romantic way. And maybe the excitement he feels is more due to sneaking out late at night, meeting up in abandoned classrooms, sharing real kisses with someone. Maybe it’s more due to the whole experience rather than Edgar himself, but he does like Edgar. He does. Remus had thought that was enough. Hell, when you’re seventeen and you have your very first boyfriend, that is enough.

It’s just no longer enough when you can compare it to the real thing. To the sort of feeling that hits you like a ton of bricks, the sort where you didn’t even know you were falling until you have already crashed into the ground. To constantly thinking about someone, to not being able to see anyone else when that someone is in the room. To really being in love. To how he feels about Sirius.

Remus still doesn’t think he’ll ever stand a chance with Sirius, and he has no hopes of getting with him, but he still needs to end things with Edgar. So he hasn’t been making the best decisions, morally-wise, lately, but he can still see how it’s not okay to be in a relationship with someone while you have stronger feelings for your best mate.

Remus can hardly bear to be around Sirius. His stupid feelings just go out of control whenever Sirius smiles at him, leans against him, or touches his arm, which happens quite a lot, and he feels guilty towards Edgar.

Sirius is supposed to be helping him with this Charms project in the library this afternoon, and now that Remus has made a decision, he really needs to end things with Edgar first, for the sake of his own sanity.

“I’m going to do it,” Sirius says determinedly.

Marlene shrieks with excitement, and James hopes in vain that Sirius isn’t talking about what he thinks he’s talking about.

“I’m going to ask him,” Sirius continues. “I have a study date with Remus in the library later, and hopefully our next date will be an actual date!”

Marlene claps her hands and jumps up and down. “Finally! Remus and Sirius! It’s about bloody time! Oh Godric, it’s finally happening!”

“Are... Are you sure?” James asks carefully, feeling dread in the pit of his stomach.

“Of course he’s sure!” Marlene exclaims. “They’ve been doing this flirting thing for long enough now!”

“Yeah,” Sirius says. “There’s been something between Moony and I for a long time now, and I really feel like we’re ready to finally take that step.”

James runs a hand through his hair. “Sure, sure, but what if you’re misreading the signals?”

Marlene glares at him. “Don’t ruin this for me, Potter! You know how Remus acts around Sirius, you’ve seen the way Remus looks at Sirius! Of course he’s going to say yes!”

“Yeah mate, have a little faith in me,” Sirius says with a smile. “I’ve got a good feeling about this!”

He looks so happy and excited. James feels like he’s going to be sick.

Remus rushes through the hallway on his way to the Ravenclaw common room. Edgar won’t be happy that he’s coming there, where people will take notice, but then again, with the conversation they’re about to have, Edgar won’t be happy with him in any case.

“Moony!”

Remus turns around to see James approach him.

“Moony, there’s something you-”

“Prongs!” Remus interrupts. “Good to see you! I don’t have much time, but listen. I’m supposed to meet Padfoot in the library, but I need to see Edgar first. Can you tell Pads I’m going to be a bit late? Half an hour max.” Remus has already started walking away while talking. “Thanks, you’re the best!” He wants to get this over with now. He doesn’t know exactly how long it’ll take to break up with someone, and it’ll depend on how Edgar is going to take it, but maybe, somewhere deep down, Remus already suspects that Edgar won’t mind all that much.

James walks to the library with lead in the shoes. How come he has to be the one to break Sirius’ heart, while he’s not the one breaking Sirius’ heart? As he steps into the library, he sees Sirius sitting at a table fidgeting with his quill, looking nervous, but an excited kind of nervous. James takes a deep breath as he approaches Sirius.

“Prongs,” Sirius hisses. “I know a study date isn’t an actual date, but I was hoping I could be alone with Moony?”

James sits down next to Sirius. “Yeah. Yeah, I know. I just ran into Moony, and he asked me to tell you he’s running a bit late.”

“What’s keeping him?”

“Sirius,” James says hesitantly. “Remus is with his boyfriend.”

Sirius just states at James, like he’s waiting for him to start laughing. When James doesn’t, the colour drains from his face. “He’s with his... his...”

“I’m sorry, mate.”

Sirius opens and closes his mouth a couple of times before he stammers “But I thought... I thought... I just thought...”

“Sorry I’m late!” Remus rushes up to them. “But I’m ready to get started on this project!”

Sirius gets to his feet and stares at Remus, visibly trying to compose himself. “Why don’t you ask your boyfriend to help you instead?” He turns around and storms off, not wanting his composure to crumble in front of Remus.

“He... knows?”

“I told him,” James says. “Dammit, Moony, he was going to ask you out! What else could I have done?”

“Ask me out?” Remus asks dumbly.

“He likes you, Remus!” James exclaims. “He has liked you since forever! You would’ve known that if you weren’t so stuck in your little cycle of self-depreciation, if you would’ve remembered that you know Sirius, know what he’s like, if you would’ve taken the time to notice the way he looks at you, smiles at you, always drops everything for you, instead of listening to whatever crap your boyfriend is telling you!”

“Ex-boyfriend,” Remus mumbles, feeling numb. “I just broke things off with Edgar.”

“Shite.” James lets himself drop down on a chair. “So if I had just kept my mouth shut for a bit longer...”

Remus shakes his head. “No, however else it would’ve played out, Sirius deserves to know the truth. I’m the one who fucked up.”

Sirius is sitting on the edge of his bed. Seeing that he’s been crying is like a punch in the gut for Remus. Knowing that he’s the reason Sirius has been crying is like a knife following that punch.

“Am I just the biggest idiot in the world?” Sirius asks.

“No,” Remus says. “No, I’m the one who screwed up. I screwed up so bad.”

“It was all just a joke to you then?”

“I just thought it could never be more than a joke,” Remus says desperately. “That someone like you could never be interested in me.”

“Right,” Sirius says bitterly. “Someone like me. The guy who treats everything like a joke and doesn’t think anyone is ever good enough for him. That’s how everyone sees me, but you were supposed to know me better than that!”

“You’re right, and I’m so, so sorry.”

“Did you and your boyfriend have a good laugh behind my back?” Sirius doesn’t meet Remus’ eyes.

“Sirius,” Remus says, shocked. “This was never about playing you, or making fun of you! I couldn’t imagine you having real feelings for me, so I didn’t think it would make a difference to you, and Edgar thought it was a good way to make sure no one would find out about him and me...”

“So it was about using me?” Sirius concludes. “Using me as a decoy , so you could sneak around with your boyfriend?”

“Ex-boyfriend,” Remus says, and at Sirius’ raised eyebrows, he clarifies. “Well, yeah. I figured it wasn’t exactly right to be dating someone when your feelings for your best friend are stronger.” He shrugs, and then adds “To be clear, I still didn’t think I had a chance with you and I definitely wasn’t expecting you to come running into my arms or anything! I have no hopes or expectations. I mean, I’ve clearly proven I don’t deserve you.”

Sirius is silent for a moment, then shakes his head. “I’m very confused right now. I’m going to need some time.”

“Of course!” Remus replies. “I understand. I just hope you’ll still be my friend.”

“Are you kidding me?” Sirius asks. “Of course I’m going to be your friend. Our friendship means too much to give up on. I’m just... very hurt right now, but at the same time, I can’t just stop being in love with you because I’m angry with you, and it’s all confusing.”

“Of course,” Remus says quickly, feeling like the worst person in the world hearing Sirius say how he’s been hurt. “Take all the time you need.”

After that, things are very awkward. Sirius is hurt and upset, Remus is wrecked with guilt, and they can hardly be around each other. Yet, at the same time, they’re both still madly in love with each other, and no one knows how to handle the situation. James feeling responsible for the whole situation doesn’t make it any better.

“Hi.”

Sirius glances up and frowns. “What the hell do you want?” He says, as Edgar Bones, or Remus’ ex as he now knows, sits down next to him.

“I just wanted you to know that I told Remus to continue the flirtation you two had going on, and I convinced him it was just a joke to you anyway,” Edgar says.

“And why are you telling me this?” Sirius asked.

“Remus is a great guy, and I’ve treated him rather crappy,” Edgar admits. “He deserves better, and I think you’re better,” he adds with a shrug.

“I know Remus is great, but still, I was used and made a fool of,” Sirius says. “I think I have the right to be angry.”

“Sure you do,” Edgar says. “And if you want someone to be angry with, I’m fully at your disposal!”

“It might have been your idea,” Sirius says, staring at his knees. “But Remus is the one who really knows me, or who was supposed to know me. Remus is the one who should have known better.”

Edgar sighs. “You know Remus, right?”

Sirius snaps his head up to glare at Edgar. “A whole lot better than you do!”

Edgar holds up his hands and smirks. “I don’t doubt it! But take what you know of Remus and ask yourself, how would Remus react when someone tells him that a guy is way out of his league and there’s no way he’d care much about who Remus is dating? Do you think Remus is the type of person to say ‘no way, he’s interested in me, and I can totally get with him!’, or do you think he’ll believe it?”

“He’ll definitely believe it,” Sirius replies. “He’s always been insecure, and you’ll be feeding right into all his insecurities.”

“Then why do you judge him so hard for it?” Edgar asks.

“Why would you tell him such crap?” Sirius retorts.

“In my defence,” Edgar says. “I thought it was true, I truly thought you were out of our league.”

“You don’t even know me!”

“It was the whole ‘I know the type’-thing, you know?” Edgar shrugs. “But as it turns out, I don’t know the type. Or rather, I do know the type, but you turn out not to be the type that I know.”

“Regardless of type,” Sirius says. “No one’s out of Remus’ league! He’s just brilliant, and anyone would be lucky to have him!”

Edgar just gives him an amused smile. “See? Much better than me!”

“You haven’t set a very high bar,” Sirius points out. “Though I wouldn’t have expected you to try and fix things between Remus and me.”

“Don’t worry!” Edgar says. “I’m not secretly a good person or anything like that. I’ve been leading Remus on, saying that I was waiting for the right moment to acknowledge our relationship, but the truth is, I was just trying things out, and I never had any intention of making our relationship public.”

“You’re a bastard,” Sirius says. “And I hope you know it’s your loss.”

“Yes, yes,” Edgar says, waving his hand dismissively. “I’m a horrible person, we had already established that. But now you see, talking to you is the least I can do. It’s simply an easy way to ease my own conscience, purely self interest, so no need to worry.” Edgar gets up from the chair. “Just think about it,” he says, as he makes to walk away.

“Bones,” Sirius says, and Edgar turns around. “I hope you dare to be who you are one day. I know you disagree, but you deserve that much.”

Edgar stares at him for a long time, then shakes his head. “Merlin, you two are really made for each other.”

“You have a moment?”

Remus puts his book away and sits up so fast, he almost strains a muscle. “Yes! Yes, of course,” he tells Sirius, who’s standing in front of his bed with his hands in his pockets.

Sirius sits down on the edge of the bed. “I’m sorry.”

Remus blinks. “What on earth are you sorry for?”

“If you thought I couldn’t possibly have real feelings for you, then I clearly did something wrong.”

Remus shakes his head. “I should’ve known better, I should’ve at least talked to you.”

“You did really hurt me, Moony,” Sirius agrees. “But I know you have issues with your self-confidence, and I should’ve been more mindful of that.” He looks up at Remus, meeting his eyes. “How about we start over?”

Remus gives him a small smile. “I’d like that.”

Sirius holds out his hand. “Hello there. My name is Sirius Black.”

Remus chuckles as he shakes the offered hand. “Remus Lupin.”

“Nice to meet you, Remus Lupin,” Sirius says. “Say, I think you’re an incredibly fit bloke, fancy going on a date with me?”

Remus can’t help but laugh. “First you wait two years, and now two seconds?”

“I’m not taking any chances,” Sirius says. “I’m not going to risk another Edgar Bones sweeping in and stealing you away.”

“You don’t have to worry about that,” Remus says softly. “I’m all yours.”

“Whoa!” Sirius’ eyes widen. “We only just met! At least let me buy you dinner first.”

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corrupt; draken, ken ryuguji [01]

Summary:

In which you met the man of your past, but he didn't come back to remind you of the bitter break-up. Draken had one thing in mind and it was to never let you leave his side ever again. Distance made the heart grow fonder but he'd rather let you spend the rest of your life hating him if it meant you'd never leave his sight.

"I don't wish you well when you ain't with me, I want you crying."

Warning:

mention of suicide, oral receiving (reader),

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Word count: 2.1k

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[01: jealousy]

Draken wanted to take you away.

The curves of your spine, flowing down to the slope of your well-rounded bottom flesh, he watched the symmetrical dimple right above your butt - mocking him that those precious intimate spots were no longer his possession to own.

It wasn't only him who shared the same thought; everyone in this crowded room had their eyes glued on you. As if you were holding those guests captive, you felt immense pressure on your feet and thighs, quivered before you wrapped your leg around the shining pole.

Spinning, spinning, spinning.

Those blinding lights showered your sweating figure in all fairness, the sound of Abel's voice had long dimmed down, it meant that your show was done. It was silent in a minute,

lifting your face - your lips curled into a hunting smile and the room soared with cheers, crumpled money tossed across the stage, but your sense of content was suppressed by the overwhelming tension.

A pair of black pupils were starring at you - pinning you to where you stood. He was among the crowd, all in his glory without care but you. You felt something burst inside your chest, unable to tear your focus from him.

This longing for him is toxic.

Flashes of memories where those sober eyes bore into yours when he pumped his fat cock into your tight cunt until his thick cum over spilled, the same eyes that once shone with so much love but turned cold.

"Dollface!"

A shout from backstage startled you from your daze, another coworker came up and escorted you down, assisting you to take off the painful high heels.

"What's with you?" She threw a curious stare your way.

You still couldn't wrap your mind. He was there. Flesh and soul, presented in front of you. It was a brief eye contact but it was enough. Enough to tell you that he was coming back for you.

It had been years since the two of you chose to split up, making your paths without each other's companion.

"I, I've got to go. I forgot that I locked the windows, my cat's probably waiting for me. He's been out for 3 days so he's starving I think. Y'all can continue without me,"

You stood but your knees turned weak at the sudden arrival of him, standing by the door. A few steps taken back, you lost all rationality to stay calm because your heart thumped loudly.

Standing tall on his 6' ft, athletic and young Draken was nowhere to be seen but replaced - with a mature adult man that induced everything he carried into lust.

The robust body looked incredibly fit, lean, and you could see the strong outlines of his defined chest and abdominal muscles from the black shirt. If it was years ago, those leather jackets wouldn't suit him - he'd look like those up-start wannabe gangsters.

But it was different now. It clung to his broad shoulders perfectly, he wasn't as cheap as those local pranksters. The dark jeans also did little job in hiding his long legs. He was indeed a member of a gang; eerie and cruel - but he had never look this good that you want to fuck.

Draken's presence was enough to brush away every man in the room that you belonged to him. Your little admirers couldn't even look at him in the eyes, let alone make up a fight.

They left with a strong sense of defeat; no wonder you never once accept any confessions, turned out you have such a man waiting.

"Why is he here? This area is off-limits. Only staff is allowed. Naoki, guide him out." You forced yourself to mutter those words, uncaring to look at him with your back facing him.

Naoki sighed, this man literally slipped $750 under the table just to meet you. Those incompetent flies who claimed to love you didn't even spare this much effort. She only signaled him to step in before she whispered to you,

"Remember the guy I told you? The one that booked a whole session for your private room? He's that guy. It's just that he arrived a little early than the arranged meeting but it'll be great if you can build a connection with him."

You glared back, "Then send him back. We still have a week before that, right? I'm tired. I can't keep up with this," You pushed off her hand from your shoulder, began to take off your wig. His eyes were still the same; always undressing you naked.

Naoki could only grit her teeth, the money already landed in her pocket. What if he asked it back? She can't let such a great deal slip so she greeted him,

"She's a bit tired from the recent show. How about we push this to tomorrow? She's got free time on her hand to rest too." At least, this would do, right?

"If I have so much time on my hands, I wouldn't have come a week early. So you guess it yourself." His voice has changed too. It was an octave lower, you immediately rubbed your thighs together before you waved a hand.

"Haaa... leave us, Naoki. But I need you to go to my house. I wasn't joking about what I said earlier."

Naoki hurriedly nodded, clutching to her pocket before her eyes warily darted from Draken to you. Is this a couple feud? She noted in her head that she'd help this guy soon in the future - who doesn't want easy money?

"Okay, I will. Sir...? Err.. hope you have a pleasant chat with Dollface. I will excuse myself then ." The hindrance in Draken's eyes finally left the room, the door closed in a thump and the subtle tension thickened.

He didn't say anything, only leaned his body by the door as he watched you wiped off your makeup. This was his morning view back when you were still wet behind ears about pole dancing. You'd come back at the crack of drawn and he'd already been out to his workshop.

"Dollface."

Stubborn like a little cat, your doe eyes didn't look up from your make-up bag and he could see through your act to be so busy. He loved how feisty you've become after years. It eased his heart that you could chase off those little shit.

"It suits you, [Y/N]. Face so pretty like a doll. Make one's heart itch to keep around. But I wonder why the name sounds so familiar."

"State your business. I'm heading home straight after this so don't expect a lap dance or something."

"Then that's the plan. I'll drive you home, eh?"

That damn 'eh'. He picked up your habit too well that the time he spent with you shaped him into copying your habit. It sounded cute but your heart still couldn't forgive him. Let him suffer a little.

"Don't need to. My boyfriend is great at doing his job. So do me a favor and let me rest quickly, how about that?"

Now, you were looking at him through the mirror. It was just too hard for you to muster yourself to face him directly. Draken didn't seem shaken. He stood straightly, you clenched your thighs tighter.

"Have I ever been quick in everything when I'm with you, [Y/N]?" His towering figure gawked over your smaller frame - casting his shadow over you as his sharp facial features caught your attention.

"Can't remember. Maybe? Because I said it just now almost like a reflex." You replied, not backing down but instead, squaring up to him that your ample breasts brushed against his torso.

His cologne didn't smell like the tacky, cheap body spray he used to own. This one smelled so expensive, alienated your memory of his familiar scent.

"Now you're getting older, your memory is getting rusty, dollface. Should I put on a play and see if you can call anything in mind?" You felt your breath became heavier but he didn't let you lose your focus yet.

Your chin was tugged upwards, the shadow of his cap cast upon his face and you remembered now; it was his eyes. Because he wasn't vocal about his feelings, you could understand everything from his eyes.

"You've grown softer, Draken. I almost threw up listening to you talk like this. What, are you changing jobs now? Don't tell me you went from a gangster to a con artist."

No, you were lying to yourself. Draken didn't change but improved. Change can be something bad but he never did anything that would bring him down. He just got better.

And it was true when the velvety touch on your beating pulse suddenly moved to your lips before he squished your cheeks in his hand.

"Fucking hot as hell but so damn annoying." He laughed, the light from his eyes never return, only replaced by a wicked glint.

He wanted to take you to his place, fuck you in his bed until you couldn't walk properly so he'd have more reasons to keep you at his place. He wanted to swallow you whole and he barely even started but why was it so damn hard to have you?

"Don't dare to think of anything nasty. You might not care about commitment in a relationship, but I do. So take your hands off me, Draken."

"Kenie. It's Kenie for you."

Your lips were so plump and wet, his other arm wrapped around your waist - hoisting you up to his body before he leaned by the dresser.

You shrieked when his scalding hot palm touched your naked back and as he untied the strings of your bra, he smiled at your face as he said,

"Do you think I'm going to believe that, dollface? Do you really think I don't know that this pussy hasn't been fucked well for months? I have eyes across this ward. You don't get to fool me."

Heat rose to your face, your small hands pushed on his shoulders, "You're still up in my business? Sounds like someone can't fucking move on."

He nodded, ripping off your lacey bralette and his big hands began to palm your heavy breast - carelessly rubbing your nipple with his thumb. You fought the urge to moan, you hold onto his shoulder for dear strength.

"You're right. I can't move on." Your breath hitched, he nuzzled his face to the column of your neck, inhaling so deep, and wrapped his arms tightly around your body. He missed you so much. So much that if you ran away again, he'd just kill himself.

"I fucked my fist thinking of you. I got this hard just by thinking of you. I'm not ashamed of it."

"That's your problem, Draken. I'm not you. I'm living my best life right now, and sorry that I can still cum just with my fingers."

"That's my girl," He pushed you until your back met the concrete wall, your eyes widened when he took off his cap and put it on you before he dropped to his knees.

"I am aware of your appetite, [Y/N]. You won't be happy with such a small meal. You always keep coming back to have your tight pussy stuffed. Even when we were living together, you couldn't stop begging my dick every night."

"What the hell are you talking about-" You pushed his forehead away from your private part, one hand covering your pussy but he gripped the side of your hips - bringing you straight to his mouth.

"I don't care if you use me as your favorite Cherry Twins. But don't deny that I made you cummed the hardest when I was in your life, dollface."

Your eyes became misty, his words just flew through your head - empty when his mouth latched on your clothed crotch, lapping on the small fabric that the nudge of his tongue probed on your budding clit.

Cherry Twins were the name he gave to your vibrators. Since he was always out when you were at home, he'd make you use them to your greedy cunt - even made a video call so he could jerk off in the public restroom.

You were wild, but he taught you to live even wilder.

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[sahesha]

Hi! May I have a headcanon for Ace, Shanks, Doflamingo react to their s/o who sleeps naked/half naked at night? Can be NSFW if you like!!

Hi! Thanks for requesting, darling. It's an interesting concept indeed, so I'm glad to write it. Sorry for the delay!

For all: I'm sorry for disappearing. I don't feel very well because of my illness. Besides, it gets on my nerves, so I limit most contacts. For the same reason, I can't write long stories yet, so I apologize for it, too.

If anything, I asked the request's author what gender the reader is — and it's her.

UPD: With Shanks, it turned out more homely, family-like.

/// Ace, Shanks, Doflamingo — Reaction to a Female S/O who sleeps half-naked/naked /// slight NSFW

/// Ace ///

🔥 "Has you been waiting for me here?" Ace smiles, leaning his shoulder against the door jamb and crossing his arms over his chest. His posture is relaxed, even lazy, but in the depths of his black, belladonna-berries-like eyes lies a chatoyant shimmer of passion. He patently feels like he's in the right place and at the right time, although you didn't expect him to come to you. But you don't mind Ace being here at all. On the contrary, you want to feel his presence as deeply as possible.

🔥 You raise yourself on your elbows, showing him your naked back, then turn to him. Your breasts are open to his gaze, and he lingers his eyes on them. You almost feel how his mind glides over the outlines of your body. He can effortlessly guess where they hid by your blanket, and you know that's what exactly he does — it feels like wildfire licks you, not biting your naked skin but caressing.

🔥 "What if that's what exactly I was doing?" You feel how it gets wet between your hips. He stands a little apart, but it seems to you he's everywhere, even under your skin, and you still want more.

🔥 He approaches you with a smooth step like a nimble jaguar with fiery skin, continuing to examine you without a shadow of embarrassment, sits down on the edge of the bed, being face to face. Then he takes with his fingertips the blanket covering the lower half of your body and pulls it down, exposing you completely to his hungry, craving eyes.

🔥 "It means I'm going to fuck you, my spicy thing."

/// Shanks ///

☠️ You quietly go into Shanks' cabin, trying not to disturb his sleep, but he's awake. Despite his pale face and tightly wrapped torso, he looks as lively as always. "Hey. Have you come to nurse your noble knight, babe?" he playfully greets you with a big smile on his face. He reclines in his bed. His hair, vermilion like sunset skies over tropic seas, is tousled, and prickly stubble covers his cheeks and chin. You think he's yet handsome as hell.

☠️ "What kind of a noble knight are you?" you grumble, putting your hands on your hips. "You're too clueless for that. Got hurt again." In truth, you're happy to see him alive, but you try to hide it behind a feigned discontent. Shanks laughs loudly and infectiously. "Sorry-sorry, I didn't want you to worry, babe. It just happens with pirates, you know."

☠️ You can't help but smile back, although you hide it, and reply: "I want to stay here overnight to make sure you won't fall out of bed and fracture your silly head. Isn't it time for you to sleep already? And don't argue. You need a good sleep." You started undressing in front of him, intending to spend this night on a sofa opposite his bed.

☠️ "I thought you wanted me to fall asleep, but now I definitely won't do it." Hearing that, you realize you're topless — you've always gone to sleep half-naked. "Do you want me?" you ask him, turning to him and sitting on the sofa with your legs spread wide. "If I didn't want you, I would be dead," Shanks answers, looking straight at you.

☠️ "Consider it your medicine and your motivation to get well as soon as possible," you laugh.

/// Doflamingo ///

🦩 You wake up and sleepily stretch your arms across the bed, trying to find your lover, thinking he sleeps next to you. But your king-size bed is empty, excluding a twisted blanket and a bunch of air-soft pillows. You remember that Doflamingo sailed away to the World Council, and only then open your eyes. Suddenly, you hear loud claps in the complete silence, and your unfocused, sleepy gaze becomes clear.

🦩 "It was a gorgeous entrance," you see Doflamingo sitting in a velvet armchair opposite the bed. "So you got into the habit of sleeping naked? Great." He has a chic pair of binoculars as if he's in a theater box indeed. A lush bouquet of roses lays on his lap. You try to cover yourself with the blanket more from the suddenness of such a turn than being ashamed of your nakedness, but it slips right out of your fingers and flies away to Doflamingo, hooked by his invisible strings.

🦩 "We don't need this curtain," he smiles his trademark ear-to-ear smile. "It will only prevent me from enjoying the performance." The pillows, too, one by one, as if alive, slide off the bed and hide under it. "Oh, D-Doffy..." You realize that he returned much earlier than you expected.

🦩 "That's right: a great actress should know her lines as if she lives on stage, not acts." The same invisible strings entwine your wrists, waist, and ankles, making you spread out on silk sheets. You feel how your hand, not obeying your mind but his will, reaches down between your spread legs.

🦩 "Let's start the show," he licks his lips anticipatingly.

© Sahesha.

[nhyckdcxx]

Neighborhood

Characters: Vernon! x reader!neighbor

Genre: smut/fluff

Words: 2.008k

warning:unprotectedsex, blowjob, kitchensex, fingering,kinky,foreplay,riding,intimate

Summary: Vernon is your neighbor since you move into your new unit. You can always see him but never talked to him. An incident led you to ask for his help and casually having a thing that is not expected.

A/N: another memberxreader prompt piece I made. Inspired by the Attaca teaser photos I crazily thinksss. I cant sleep. Well, anyways hope u enjoy this one! ;))

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It was weekend. You are already finishing all of your house chores and started to prepare for your dinner.

You went to check what it was, only to find out that your heater is broken.

"Oh.shit.. why is it now??ugh!." You groaned in frustration.

You immediately called the maintenance of your building but unfortunately, there is no maintenances at the moment that could assist you.

"The hell with this. What should i do?."

You called some of your friends, some of them didn't pick up. Well, its a weekend.. maybe that's why..

You suddenly remembered your neighbor. Youve been staying in that apartment for 6mos already, and yet you didnt have a chance to talk to him or greet him.

Should you ask him for help? Nah. Youre shy..

But then, the weather is really chilly. And without the heater, you might die in coldness.

"Nah, I have my last option, my mom."

You called and unfortunately, She's not at home. She went out of town with her bingo friends. You sighed.

You only have your neighbor as your last option. You mustered all your courage to ring his doorbell. You bought your dinner hoping that he wil let you in and eat him, with him..

You ringed the bell 2 times.. bit nervous..

He opened the door. He is in his pajamas. His top was unbuttoned. (same.as.the.picture.above.i forgot.the.exactwords.)

You were speechless. He was looking at you expressionless.

"uhm.. Hi. Im from unit 201, hehe." A bit nervous.

"Hi."

"uhm.. can I uhm.. have dinner here? Uh.."

"sure. Come in.." He said without hesitations. He acts like he knows what exactly you mean..

You both went inside his unit. His unit was fucking clean. It turned you on. He smells exactly the same as his room. So manly.. you suddenly became horny.

You immediately went to his kitchen. You heard him chuckled. Fuck?

"uhm. I brought some kimchi soup. You know.. h..hehe would you like some?." You genuinely offered it.

"Yes." You talk to each other like you already know each other.

"i..im y/n.. i forgot to introduce myself." You chuckled.

"Im Vernon." He answered.

"Hi Vernon! How long are you here in this apartment?." You asked trying to make the conversation longer.

"quite some time."

"Do you have a job? I mean.. i dont usually see you. H..hehe.."

"officeworker."

"ohh I see.. h..hehe." Youre out of questions now. How can you keep the conversation going?

"i like the soup." Vernon said.

"ohh.. ahaha.. Thank you. I just made this because its really cold outside. Im so glad you liked it.." You said. You now feel that the atmosphere is a bit light.

You finished eating and you fixed the table already. You are at the kitchen sink when you felt a presence. It was Vernon.

He suddenly came to you. "Uhm... I wanted to wash the plates.. can I wash---.."

Vernon suddenly kissed you. You can feel him pressing unto you..

He started to undress your top, and his hand caressing your breast. You liked it. You only know his name, and yet here you are, kissing him. Letting him strip you and cup your breast.

"uhm.. wait-- uhh Ver..non.. ahhhhhh---" You cant think straight anymore.. Youre immersed in this feeling already. The feeling of being fucked by a handsome and mysterious neighbor.

You like a man who knows how to take charge. You also like being nude in front of a man with half of his clothes on. A good beginning is important.

He suddenly carried you in a bride style..

"I just wanna fuck you so bad.. Im sorry it got me turned on." sincerly apologizing to you. but, you dont find it wierd. You find hot. It made you more horny.

Then he got naked. His penis was huge. He didn't seem to be in any hurry. You love being french kissed in the nude. This is like one of your fantasies. Vernon decided you'd love it even more while being finger fucked.

He started to move lower unto your inbetween legs. His tongue and fingers were in perfect sync.

"aahhhh--uhhhnggg.." You kept on moaning that made him turned on more.

As you became increasingly wet, his attention shifted to your fully erect nipples. You liked the sensation of his tongue expertly probing and flicking your pleasure cherries.

You're proud of your breasts, and appreciated his serious attempt to lick and suck the pink off your nipples.

"uhhhhhhhngg.. s..shit.. how can you be this good Vernon.. uhhhh.."

He didnt answer.

He backed away and re-situated his body between your legs. His cock was standing straight up. He lifted your left foot and he placed your toes to his face. He began licking each one like a special morsel, and then repeated the procedure with your right foot. This was fun.

Vernon is such an expert. You werent expecting that a mysterious boy can be this good in fucking.

You wanted to be fucked. He spread your legs and ate you out. You always liked being licked. He tongued you like a snake, slowly edging near and around the clitoris but never quite making contact. You moaned longingly as he brought me to the brink of release with pleasure surges that kept increasing in intensity.

"ahhhhhhh..uhhhhh..nggg.." You heard him moan and it made you hornier.

You begged.

Vernon inserted his finger into your pussy and then withdrew it, wet and glistening with your physical excitement.

He anointed your clitoris and licked it that made you arched your back in pleasure..

Vernon re-inserted his finger all the way in, and slowly withdrew it. This time he drew a moist trace of pussy juice from the top of the pubis and up the abdomen.

You sat up on your elbows to watch. This was a show you didn't want to miss.

He reintroduced his finger and slowly withdrew from the nectar well. Brushing past my clitoris, he again traced a liquid glory trail further up your abdomen, and into the navel.

"ahhhh..fuck..your pussy's so wet..y/n.." Vernon said while playing your juices.

He had found your secret fetish, your only secret shame, and you were in heaven.

You watched his fingernail lewdly wiggle it's way back and forth across the belly knot, producing a gloriously painful pleasure.

You're lipbiting. You raised your tummy for more exquisite love punishment. You relished the idea of having a stranger make your navel so sweetly sore and red, and Vernon's finger didn't disappoint.

"You have such a sexy belly button.." he purred.

You blushed. You really like it when someone notices it.

"You like it when I say belly button, don't you?"

You nodded.

"Tell me how much you like my finger in your belly button." Vernon said.

"I..i like it..."

"No-- say it..."

"I like your finger...in my.. b..belly button.." You murmured.

"Say it again louder like you mean it!! Where do you like my finger?"

You hesitated before obeying his command. You managed to raise your voice, this is the first time that you heard his real deep voice. but couldn't find the wherewithal to look him in the eye.

"I..in my belly button."

"That's right!" he sneered. "In your belly button!" He said.

As his finger continued to probe, You felt yourself literally dripping on the sheet below. Of all your past partners, no man had loved your tummy quite like Vernon.

When his nail finally found the core of the birth scar, it made you cum.

"ahhhhhhhhnggg..s..shit..ahhhh.. s..shit Ver..non..im cumming.. ahhhh.."

Your body quivered all the way down to your toes. You felt like a naked little girl who had touched herself impurely for the first time, and then realized her mother was watching.

The delicious mixture of pleasure and shame overwhelmed your senses.

Before your pleasure ebbed, his mouth was back and slobbering on your breasts. He was so excited, and you are so ready.

You spread your legs wide open in anticipation of being penetrated. His penis was not only long, but had plenty of girth. You beckoned him while fingering your clitoris.

"Such a slutty angel.. i love it.." He murmured.

"Please fuck me now Vernon.. Use me any way you like.. I want it so fucking bad.. I want your dick inside me.." pleading like a slut.

Instead, he placed your hand around his shaft, guiding it slowly up and down. Without any coaxing you placed your mouth on the head of his penis and ran your tongue lovingly around the well-defined ridge. The circumference seemed to go on forever. You paid special attention to the underside where the seminal vesicle attached.

You licked the penis slit, and tasted a tiny dew drop of his excitement. You licked it again, and waited. Another clear droplet of lubricant emerged which you smeared all over the head with your finger. It felt so slippery, sensuous and sexy.

"ahhhhhhh..shit..aaaaaahhnggg.." Vernon moaned.

You spread your legs. He carefully inserted the head of his penis into your pussy, which caused you to spread even wider. That amazing ridge and penis head worked it's way back and forth in an agonizingly slow tease.

"ahhhhhhh..uhhhhngggg..ahhhshit.."

Your fully stretched crack barely swallowed the tip of his amazing cock which he tantalizingly popped in and out of your vulva repeatedly. If you had not been so lubricated, it might have split you in two.

With slow measured thrusts he achieved full penetration. He was as hard as a rock, and stayed hard as a rock for what seemed an eternity. If you both had stood up, he could have anchored you onto that sweet appendage without your feet ever touching the ground. Oh your going to be so sore for the next week, and it was going to be so worth it.

Without missing a beat you both rolled over which left you on top to ride him rodeo-style. Vernon remained still while you did all the work. He placed his hands at your sides.

"ahhhh..ahhhhh..shit..ahhhhh.auhhhh.." You both moaned in pleasure.

"That's right.." He purred sweetly.

"Give me a show while I fuck you. Keep me nice and hard like a good belly dancer." He said.

He placed his thumbs on your nipples. "Your titties are so big, so pink, and so hard. A naughty little girl like you loves a good fucking, don't you? You're as randy as a dirty little whore. You want every bit of pleasure you can grab. You want to be fucked like a dirty, filthy little whore, don't you?"

That sounded sexy to you. Its true you wanted to fucked like a slutty whore.

"Yes...oh God..uhhhhh..yes!"

You worked your vagina up and down every inch of his amazing human club. Your insides were turning to jelly. You never had felt so possessed in your life. A lightning bolt of pleasure surged through you, and repeated four or five times in rapid succession. You began to shake. Each surge brought on a new level of rapture. You could hardly catch your breath as he thoroughly stoked the needs of your sexual furnace. You fell back in surrender as he finished me off.

Both satisfied.

He slowly pulled out, still hard, and christened your belly button with his remaining seed. The sight re-ignited your arousal.

He slowly daubed his middle finger in the ejaculate pool, and coated your nipples with semen. He then lapped up semen with his index finger, and without warning, stuck it in your rectum.

Before you could fully react, the tip of his tongue lapped the tip of your clitoris like a parched dog. Your entire body clenched as you cried out in blissful agony,

"Oh.. ahhh..shit..that is so fucking nasty!"

You squirted in his face; once.. twice... three times.

He closed his eyes, and didn't move a muscle.

"I wish, you wouldnt hate me for this.." Vernon said.. You shushed him. You cant blame him thou.. You liked it too. Its just that the Vernon that you are expecting is a shy and nerdy one. It turns out, its the different one.

[killerskillercaptain]

Applause

pairing : Levi Ackerman x Reader

wc : 1.8 k

themes : the ceremony honoring Levi's squad (including you) after the reclaim of Shiganshina went wrong, angst, hurt, comfort.

warnings : angst and hate

A soft light drenched your silhouette standing in front of the mirror. Inspecting yourself, you flatted out any crease on your long army jacket while arranging the collar of your shirt. You stood there staring at the image reflected to you : you looked put together, but your face still reminded you of everything that happened just days ago. Retaking Shiganshina didn't feel like a victory at all. With all that was lost, there was no praise, no glory, no nothing, only a bitter sweet sense of accomplishment, more torturing than satisfying.

You looked at the bags under your eyes, at the cuts lacerating the side of your face, even though you've been granted enough sleep and medical care to recover, you were still exhausted, and you could still see that dark cloud veiling your eyes, images of hell still flashing in front of you.

You heard a small knock on the door of the quarters you have been assigned to. It was time to go, the ceremony was about to start.

You shouted a weak but audible "yes" before heading out of the room. When you opened the wooden door , you were met by two even more tired eyes.

Levi

"They're waiting for us"

You walked side by side in the sumptuous corridors, you were in the capital and inside this part of the walls, everything looked so lavish that you felt out of place. You didn't exchange any word for a long moment until Levi broke the silence by asking if you were able to rest.

"Not really no"

By the way he stayed silence after you answered his question, you understood that it was the same for him.

The reason you weren't able to rest was the anticipation, no, the dread you felt in regards to this ceremony. With the suicidal charge Erwin commended causing the death of so many soldiers, both young and older ones, all of you who had survived this, felt sick to your stomach, you were all eaten by a sentiment that vastly resembled guilt. You, the rest of Levi's squad and Levi himself being the ones always coming back alive started to sound like a bad sonata to the ears of the population, they would rather see their sons, daughters, cousins and husbands coming back rather then the ones who always manages to make it, so eventually, you were expecting the worst to come out of this ceremony, and you felt that this honoring event was gonna put you all on an unwelcoming spotlight.

Approaching the great doors of the ceremonial chamber, all of you hesitated to to enter as the guards invited you in.

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You were totally right, the moment the heavy and palatial looking doors opened to welcome you, you were met by very concerned looks. Soldiers and other various members as well as government big heads were undressing you with disapprobation, you felt your heart tighten, all of you already felt horrible enough that you cursed those blaming looks for adding more weight to your already busted shoulders.

Levi's name was called first to be given his medal, impassive as usual, Levi climbed up the stairs to where Historia stood solemnly, each one of his steps followed by a horrible comment directed at him, sometimes in a low voice, sometimes not.

"How come they're always the one coming back"

"Yeah, nothing ever happens to them how come ?"

"I bet they throw the young recruits and the less competent ones right into the titans mouths so they can protect their lives"

"I guess they don't put their lives on the line so much to be able to always come back in one piece".

"This is Levi, he can take on anything, heh, must be nice to be invincible"

Some of the comments being whispered were down right nasty and they were all directed to Levi.

Of all the people, the captain was the one to whom was directed the messiest of remarks. Everyone knew he was the strongest soldier alive, and they hated him for this exact same reason.

Seeing how Levi manages to stay composed and be able to dismiss these comments made your heart ache, you realized he must have heard them so many times to be able to ignore them like this. You knew the captain, you knew that he actually cared but had to learn not to, you felt bad realizing that this became familiar to him.

You felt so bad for the fallen ones, your heart was still mourning them to this instant but you couldn't possibly describe how gut wrenching you felt seeing Levi having to bear all the weight of the culpability people unrightfully put on him.

You clenched your fists, closed your eyes and told yourself that it was going to pass, like all the other times.

You haven't been this targeted by hate yourself, but now you were put on this unwanted pedestal and everyone could see who were the usual lucky ones, and you could feel yourself being put on the the condemning spot as it was your turn to be called and climb those cursed stairs.

You kneeled before Historia, feeling her hands ghost over your head as she put and secured the medal around your neck, repeating the same careful but solemn gestures for the second time.

"They don't deserve the medals !" shouted a particularly angry red haired youngster.

More whispers could be heard now from different parts of the ceremonial room, enough to fill the spacious chamber. Small groups started forming, their chatter was now all you could distinguish. Some were agreeing while others were quizzical, you could hear the people's subtle judgements but all you could feel was your hands becoming sweaty and an incredibly uncomfortable heat, filling your head. You already felt bad enough, you already felt undeserving enough, you already felt guilty enough, why did they have to be so-

do they not know what war is like ?

"This Arlert recruit shouldn't have been the one to be saved ! Levi's duty should have been to keep the commander alive !" spat the red-haired young man, emotion seemingly making his blood boil.

You could only stand where you were at the top of the stairs, looking at this seemingly unsatisfied and outraged human, making you doubt every single choice you made back there, you wrapped your hand over the medal holding it tightly, trying to ground yourself.

"Enough !"

It was Levi who spoke this time, putting a hand over the boy's shoulder, understanding yet firm enough for the young soldier to turn around and face the shorter man.

"A lot of tough decisions had to be made back there, if there's anyone who wants Erwin to be present with us today more than anyone, it's me."

You felt yourself trembling listening to the captain instill some sense of understanding to the soldier who seemed to try and contain his rage, even if he didn't look convinced with Levi's words. He seemed to have already judged you all as guilty.

"It wasn't an easy choice to choose Armin, it was an even harder decision to let Erwin go, but his woman out there, you say she doesn't deserve that medal, maybe, maybe none of us do, but she and all the others faced hell back in Shiganshina and had to make the toughest of choices. You're still young, but if you ever make it, you will be met with the same inconceivable decisions we did, so the least you could do is show some respect."

Levi ended his speech with a firm tone that made everyone observe a ponderous silence and just like that, every person in the room understood that the talk was over.

Soon everyone made their way to the great halls, you were informed by some subordinates that honorary soldiers would be awaited at the great dinning hall, this news made Jean and Connie start chatting vigorously about how this was the least they could do for them, both of them trying to cheer Armin up, the poor boy looked beaten down and quite affected by the guilt tripping going on in there some minutes ago.

He wasn't the only one affected by what happened in the ceremonial room, you were still trying to calm your beating heart and your pounding head, still feeling quite light-headed. The crowd, the heat, the mischievous and unforgiving gossiping, even though the ceremonial chamber was one of the largest space you've seen, you felt almost claustrophobic in there, surrounded by so many people who blamed you all for getting a chance to live longer. Your already blood-shot eyes were all watery, they stared watering when the ceremony got interrupted and you could swear Levi noticed it when you were heading towards the halls because he kept looking at you directly

"I'll be back, i'll go breathe some fresh air outside" you waved at Jean, Connie, Armin and the others, Levi had long disappeared from your view and you didn't see which direction he went so you assumed he was with Hange.

You turned around and took the opposite direction of the hall, where there were two massive gates. They were opened on an incredibly well maintained garden. When you sat foot on the marbled path you were met with gigantic and well kept trees, all sorts of trees, with even more gigantic walls guarding the property. Each wall had an impressive amount of lush greenery drapped all over them.

You walked to the wall that was the further away from the gates and stood there, your back against it. And right there, once you were sure no one would observe you, you let it all out. Within seconds, you felt heavy damp pearls making their way through your burning cheeks before landing everywhere, your shirt, your jacket, your leather boots, the soil beneath you. You weeped silently, your head suddenly empty from being too crammed seconds ago. You were ready to weep some more if it wasn't for a light touch that brushed you.

Levi was standing by your side looking at your burnt cheeks, swollen lips and red eyes.

"Don't let it get to you" he said.

"Your guilt doesn't justify their anger" he added, resting against the wall. "Yes they're angry, that's what wars do, they stir anger, pain and resentment. Everything humans don't like to be reminded of"

"Let's honor their death with the decisions we will make" he added putting a comforting hand on your shoulder, at which your heart fluttered a bit to your own surprise.

He pushed himself off the wall, hands in his pockets and headed for the gates as the familiar smell of food being cooked started filling the air, only here, even the food smelled expensive. You followed Levi into the hall, walking by his side as he silently invited you to. Heading for the dinning hall, you felt a great amount of solace being in his presence, and right now, he would never know how thankful you were to have each other's shoulders to lean on when the whole world was up against you two.