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[hinamie]

to moving forward

[ghiblin]

What do you plan to do? What exactly are you here for? To see with eyes unclouded by hate.

PRINCESS MONONOKE もののけ姫 1997, dir. Hayao Miyazaki

[cyber333angel]

hey love!! i have an idea:)

rough!rafe fucking you in a dressing room because he thinks you tried on something too revealing

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you two would be at the mall, his arm covered in cute little outfits picked out by you as he follows you around. you chose about two more outfits before you decided you wanted to try them on, having rafe come with you into the changing room to hand you the clothes. all of them looked beautiful on you of course but especially in this pink dress. you did a a twirl in the mirror admiring yourself, “rafe what do you think? it’s so cute right?” he nods his head observing his pretty girl, “yes baby you look gorgeous.”

“I can’t wait to wear it out!” you exclaim and rafe jerks his head back, surprised that you think it’s appropriate to wear out.“where would you be going in that? you look beautiful sweetheart trust me but your not wearing that outside the house.” you immediately huff at his response looking at him, very sure that you will change his mind. “you can’t control what I wear rafe, i can buy and wear whatever I want.” your boyfriend scoffs at you and nods his head, “sure you can. but im not fucking buying it so I guess your outta luck huh?” rolling your eyes, “you don’t have to. my other man can buy it for me.” you say this only to piss him off, you both know you have your own money but it’s obvious you just wanna get under his skin. rafe immediately gets ticked off by your snarky comment, getting up from his seat to face you more closely. “ your other man huh?” nodding he says, lifting his hand to grip your throat harshly and leans closer to your ear. “take all this shit off.” and you wince from his hold, slowing nodding your head to show you are complying with him.

..the dress that started this argument was long gone on the floor leaving you in only your bra as he fucked up into you. with his arm around your neck in a headlock preventing any sobs from leaving your mouth as you paw at his elbows. trying to get some balance from the rough position as he plunges into your sloppy cunt, dragging his cock in and out. “you like making me mad? huh baby?” the squelches from your hole were faint sounding over the music at the mall, giving rafe the ability to deliver harsh thrust as a punishment to show you that you don’t talk to him like that. “talking about getting some other man to buy shit for you because i said no?” you shake your head with reason your eyes, only spewing out apologies in your quietest voice. “no m’sorry daddy! i just really liked the dress and wanted to make you get it for me..!”

“yeah you know better then to act like that with me.” he tells you with his hand gripping at your waist. his dick buried deep into your aching cunt as you try to keep your composure and not moan out loud of how good your feel. his hips stutter up into your pussy once more and rafe cums, painting his white liquid all over your walls. “fuck..” he whispers, pulling out of your leaky cunt leaving you confused. “mm rafey I didn’t get to c-cum..!” and he smirks, chuckling to himself. “you think spoiled brats get to cum? with the fuckin tantrum you just had?” you look at him with needy eyes, knowing your lesson now. “said m’sorry already daddy! you know I didn’t mean it..” you pout and plead as you watch rafe observe your face, thinking. he sighs, knowing he can’t resist you when you act like that. “I’ll think about it when we get home so, get your clothes and we’ll go pay for them.“ you brighten up at his response, putting your clothes back on to go pay when you feel his hand sliver up your back. leaning his head close to your ear he tells you, “I’ll get you the fuckin dress but you only wear it when im around. got it?” and you nod your head fast with a grin, happy that you won him over. “mhm thank you rafey!” giving you a peck on the forehead as the both of you leave the dressing room. “yeah whatever kid.”

[fatuismooches]

Helloo, Smooches! Been a long time since I've been here😅 In meantime I got a decree and currently I'm dying from heat, but anyway - Natlan. While I'm disappointed at the lack of melanin, at least women there are pretty. And Capitano!

I just thought Capitano is the kind of guy who unintentionally can speak of his lover for a long time, until someone stops him. Sure, in trailer all he said is "Hm", but I'm telling you, in expedition with him, Varka, Mika and favonius soldiers learned a lot about you simply because Capitano kept talking and others were too scared of him to actually call him out

Then in Natlan, he'll talk to Traveler respectfully, only when needed, but as soon as Paimon asks why he takes so much photos and for who or whose *insert item* he's wearing (I feel like Capitano's lover will give him something like a good luck charm) and he'll start talking about you and oh boy, while Traveler and Paimon want to meet you (mostly bc they're curious who's that person who manged to form a relationship with #1 of Harbingers), they also regret asking anything and think how they can tactically leave. And it happens every time someone asks Capitano anything related to his lover

-🥀

It's not unknown that Capitano is a quiet man, even when he speaks he's straight to the point, not wasting time on anything unnecessary. He much prefers for his actions (or blade) to do the talking. But there are a few souls who have witnessed the Captain's mouth run on for longer, much to their surprise (said people still haven't gotten over it, except Varka. That guy knew exactly what he was doing when he met the Harbinger, he wasn't scared at all. Though he didn't mention the abrupt talkativeness because he much enjoyed seeing this side of Capitano. Even gave him some romantic advice!)

It was the same with the Traveler, he was a bit interested in them from listening to the tales of his soldiers, but his calm demeanor remained the same. He was really just focused on his mission for the Fatui - the Gnosis and whatnot, and secondly, his mission for you - getting the perfect gifts as an apology for leaving you for so long. Needless to say, he's gotten the hang of it after having to go on so many expeditions. (And his agents secretly drop hints during conversations with him, because they're the #1 Reatano shippers.)

Of course, Paimon is nosy as usual and can't help but ask about the Capitano's peculiar habits. Or wonder why someone as strong as him needs something as tiny as a good luck charm. (Can't blame her much though, it's not every day you see the Harbinger doing such... normal things.) Capitano then mentions his marriage to you very simply - he's not ever embarrassed or reluctant to say he's with you, plus he trusts the Traveler to a certain degree that they'd never hurt you. Traveler and Paimon nearly explode on the spot.

A Harbinger?! Married?! Happily married too?! And he's this dedicated to you?! Who. Are. YOU?! They try to pry a bit more for info, but even more to their surprise, he offers up more things about you (though he knows the limit - he won't ever compromise your safety.) But at the same time, he can't help but talk about you - you're just that amazing there are so much things about you that he notices every time he sees you again after ages. You- you're just so-

The traveling duo are praying to every Archon that someone will come and interrupt this conversation.

[akq96618]

hello anon-

[kimsuyeon]

prompt one - idol and era tiffany during twinkle era for anon

[lokh]

what do you think toshiro's version of laios would've been like if he was still with the group during the shapeshifter shenanigans

there have been a few speculations in the tag and among the fans and they are all very good SO i am going to take this opportunity to insert a bit of my shipping bias as i like in my interpretation LMAO agdsfgdfgv

i noted that in actuality shuro seems to have a very good grasp on laios' character??? this is most obvious in the manga later on but even seeing how he criticises laios in their fight... iirc nothing he says is actually untrue or wildly exaggerated, and while he does express frustration over something he feels like laios Should have control over (noticing his cues), he is also aware that laios isnt being malicious and that hes Just Like That. what i mean to say is that while i think his version of laios may seem more pushy and in-your-face, i dont think it will be overwhelmingly so. if its post-fight, i think the idea of laios (and marcille) being willing to do anything to get falin back made a big impression on him, as well as the idea that they need to eat and rest in order to succeed in their goals, so those aspects would be prominent in his version. he seems pretty observant, so i think for the most part the physical traits would line up, but i think there would be specific things that stand out to him that would appear strangely striking on his version of laios (like. idk something about his eye colour or the subtle contrast of his armour and chainmail. he seems to have a weird sense of aesthetics if extras are anything to go by lmao). if hed actually been paying attention all those times laios had gone on about what the hell ever, then it might be even MORE hard to tell apart his version since he would also have a good grasp on what laios should know. so either his version of laios is pretty difficult to pick out, OR despite the character being accurate his appearance is too. stylised lmao (exaggerated features or something) OR!! they just get him to pull out his monster gourmet guide thing and are able to tell from there. iirc everyone was surprised at its appearance so its possible toshiro had also never seen it before

IN MY IMAGINARY SHIPPING SCENARIO............ lets say that his laios isnt able to be picked out immediately and that the monster guide thing also doesnt immediately occur to anyone. what the real laios Specifically notices is how close this other laios keeps getting to shuro. and hes like. ??? why is he getting so close to him, theres no way i get that close to him??? but no one else seems to be picking up on it as weird, so hes having a small crisis like do i REALLY get that close to him???? and now that hes on the outside he notices shuro subtly leaning away and he feels both a wave of shame and..... protectiveness??? (JEALOUSY??????) and he immediately steps in and grabs him like Hey!!! cant you see hes uncomfortable???? weve been through this already!!! and like. ok i cant believe im doing this again but i need to separate this into different endings

a) the whump route: i dont think shuro ever envisioned Actually Telling laios about his frustrations outside of being basically cornered into it. has he ever spoken up against what was expected of him?? has he ever been confrontational???? i think part of what held him back from expressing his frustrations, along with the cultural norms, could be fear of what the reaction would be. if he had done the same in any other aspect of his life (his family, his inheritance), i think he would expect disappointment, disapproval, more proof that he doesnt add up to expectation. to be honest i dont think he Truly believes that laios is the type of person to react like this. but it was strong enough to prevent him from acting and i think would be projected onto his image of laios. maybe fake!laios says something dismissive like Well if it really bothered him hed say something right? what, he cant even stand up for himself? cmon, shuro, prove that you cant handle it just like everything else. and thats pretty much the fastest giveaway that it isnt really laios. of course this would be a HUGE tonal departure from what the actual episode/chapter was, so:

b) the dumbass route: both laioses break into fisticuffs, and, yes.... barking. and so they speedrun the entire encounter as the shapeshifters true form appears and, after laios points out that thinking too hard about others versions of you can tear apart groups and peace of mind, they pointedly do not speak of it again. they think about it though. a LOT

c) the normal route: both laioses argue normal like and the group ends up being able to tell them apart because the fake laios goes on a little too long about how theyre all here for falin and everyones like ok its not like he DOESNT love his sister but.......... the rest of the scenario probably goes like canon, though then i would want to see what everyone Else thought of shuro

[chanstopher]

Bang Chan ✧ Case 143 Relay for anon 

[seven-thewanderer]

I have been given permission to tag them >:3c

And so, @potatotato-26, I give to you…

This!!

Yeah I really liked ur characters and decided to draw at least one of them!!

Here’s also a version w/out the front spotlight

So the colors can be seen easier :3

But yeah I just really wanted to draw one of ur OCs, they’re so cute!! X3

[acapelladitty]

Errand Boy (Charon x Reader)

Summary - After working together for a while, you finally take the plunge and take a rough ride on your 7ft ghoulish bodyguard.

(tw: size difference, size kink, swearing, rough handling, piv sex, rough sex, creampie, bruising, riding, orgasm)

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Knees pressing into the cheap mattress as they clamp around his thick hips, you shiver in place as you grind your cunt into his groin, the hairless area covered in delightfully textured skin which feels wonderful against your throbbing cunt. He's like a mattress itself as he lays beneath you, his massive height allowing him to fill the space without effort and you feel deliciously small as you rub yourself against him like a bitch in heat.

"And you promise me you want this?" You gasp out, hands splaying across his broad chest and marvelling at just how tiny your digits look against the wide expanse of his pitted skin. He's hotter than hell and the curves of his exposed muscles, marred by erratic scarring, feel strange agains your palms. "Not because of the contract, but because you want this."

"I'm nobody's errand boy and I'm nobody's whore." Charon growls and you can tell he's irritated by the scowl which darkens his sunken gaze. "You think you could make me fuck you if I didn't want to?"

"No, but-"

"Then shut up and let me fuck you."

Pleased by the reassurance, you surrender yourself to him and shudder as he gathers your arms behind you and holds them in place with one hand as he loops his fingers around both of your wrists. His free hand comes to rest on your hips and you can feel how much of your skin his palm covers, the sheer scale of him making your mouth dry as hell.

Your ass on his lower stomach, he uses his grip of your arms to lean you forward, exposing your cunt to his cock as he let's go of your hips long enough to grip himself in hand and start to brush his cock along your aching sex. He's huge and the feel of his thick cockhead pressing along your slit makes an absurd bubble of nervous laughter shake your chest a little.

"Fuck, Charon. I don't know if that's going to fit."

"It'll fit." Is the only response he gives and his gloating confidence makes your cunt clench around nothing as you feel his cock swipe itself along your slit - the darkened head of his cock almost flared compared to the shaft as you feel every millimeter of it igniting the nerves in your cunt. "You can take it all. Every bit."

Still a little anxious, you wonder if maybe you should have had him open you up with his fingers first but quickly put the idea to rest as he releases your hands to place his other hand on your hip. Now pinned in place by his impressive strength, his blue eyes seem to burn up at you from his reclined position.

"Line me up so I can fuck you."

Fingers scrambling towards his cock in an instant, you squeal as he lifts you from his body. Now suspended, your hands drop to his cock and you stroke along the top of his shaft with a velvety palm before pumping two fingers within your own cunt to gather as much of your arousal as you can. Swirling it across his flared cockhead, you lube him up as best you can before pulling his cock straight as you line it up with your cunt.

Even without any pressure, you can feel how thick he is and the lustful fear of just how terribly full you're going to feel has your toes curling against the sheets in anticipation. His attention is split between your face and your chest as his strong hands continue to shake you ever so slightly - a move which makes your tits bounce and his lips pull back into something almost like a smile.

Without preamble, he pulls you down onto his cock and the sudden onslaught of pained pleasure makes your vision white-out for a moment as your cunt is forced to stretch around him to point where you feel you're going to split if he so much as blinks. Your scream is impressive, rattling off the walls and echoing as it tails off into a shuddering cry as the two inches of cock which impales you refuses you any peace.

"Fuck, fuck. FUCK!" You whistle out from between your teeth. "It hurts, Charon. It's too much." But even as you complain, the stretch of your walls brings with it a hot pleasure which trickles along your spine as you squeeze around him. No way you'll be walking straight after this. Not in a million fucking years.

His snort causes your brow to furrow as you pin him to the bed with your watery gaze. His reddened hair is as sharp as ever as it sits parallel to his skull but one of the strands has fallen loose across his forehead and you concentrate on that as you choose to ignore the smugness which he is making no effort to hide.

He doesn't say anything but he sets a slow pace, giving you a moment to acclimatise to his sheer size. His hands are hot against your hips, the wide fingers covering most of your skin there and he holds you in place like you were a doll; weightless and so easily manipulated. With a deadpan expression, he slowly fucks himself into you, each thrust pushing another inch into your spasming cunt.

Shuddering and whimpering something pathetic, your hands claw themselves into his chest - feeling the leathery skin refuse to give way under your blunted nails as you focus on keeping your breathing steady. The burn of your walls is incredible, the stretch giving way to a cruel mix of pleasure and pain with every shallow thrust. To even the scale a little more, you drop one hand to your clit, rubbing at the swollen bud with a gentle finger to send a rolling pleasure through your nerves.

It also makes you clench around him and the added sensation draws a thick rumble from his chest as he pulls you down harder on his cock. Now fully sheathed within you, his cock is flush against your cervix and every thrust sparks a dull discomfort as he glances off it and you shiver as you glance down to see that at least an inch of his cock remains outwith your cunt.

"Fuck, you're so big." Biting your lower lip, you slip your hand free of your clit and bring it to his jaw, cupping his face as you lean down to take some of the pressure off your cervix. "I don't know if I'll be able to fuck anyone else after this. I'll be ruined."

That pulls a smirk from him as his teeth peek out from beneath his curled lips. Taking the encouragement, his hands tighten around your hips and he picks up pace.

If you thought he was fucking you before then you were dead wrong as the sudden onslaught of pure sensation as he bounces you on his cock like a puppet is almost too much to handle. Pinned by his hands, he uses his strength to move you, fucking you on his cock more than anything and the feeling of being so wonderfully used is quick to offset the raging fire of the forced stretch which is only beginning to wear off slightly.

Dropping your hands atop his own, you allow him to move you as he likes - your mouth thrown open by a torrid mixture of gasps and moans as every thrust builds a steady heat in your cunt, his thick cock brushing every inch of those wonderful spots which send you absolutely wild.

It can't last forever, despite your desperate wishes otherwise, and you can tell he's approaching his release as his thrusts grow more sloppy and his chest rumbles with muted growls. Determined to see him come undone, you squeeze your cunt around him and rake your nails down his chest, drawing your middle nails harshly across his toughened nipples.

His hands tighten again, so tight that it takes your breath away and you know that little purple bruises will soon blossom on the abused skin, and you scream in delight as he slams his cock as deeply as possible. His release floods you, the heat of it burning you from the inside out as it fills you in an instant. The added sensation proves too much for your sensitive cunt and you are quick to follow him over the edge, your own orgasm making you clench around him and milk him for every drop as you whine and moan.

Toes curling to the point of pain, you ride your orgasm out on his cock - his hands continuing to use you like a doll as he impales you on his length to chase all the pleasure he can from your much smaller frame. Both unwilling to give up on the sensations quite yet, you keep rolling your cunt into his thrusts until overstimulation starts to set in and exhaustion pulls at your limbs.

He pulls free first. Lifting you free of his cock, you immediately feel how hollowed out you are as the cool air of the room blows across your heated cunt. His release trickles down your thigh, tickling the skin there as he holds you in place for a moment before dropping you flush to his chest. His breathing is erratic but his expression is pleased and he takes a moment to stroke a hand along his cock - feeling your arousal coating him like a second skin.

"Is good?" Charon asks after a silent beat, his arms pushing you off his chest to his side as he allows you to wrap yourself around him with shaking limbs.

"Is great." You reply, panting out the retort with a grin as you struggle to tilt your head up enough to meet him. "Don't think I'll be walking right any time soon."

He says nothing but you hear a pleased huff escape the chest which your ear is pressed to and his large arm is quick to wrap around your waist, pulling you flush to his side as you again admire just how fucking tall he is while wrapping your leg around his thigh.

[submissiveness]

[bi-scottsummers]

Hi, hello, just came here to say that I love your fic "trending in Japan". I was wondering if you had headcanons regarding Kenji or Emi or interpersonal relationships and stuff. Many hugs for you.

hi hello, thank you for the encouragement and hugs! After some thought ive realized I do in fact have some hcs about some of the character dynamics in the movie as well as just kenji himself, cause hes captivated my entire brain:

Kenji & Emi

Emi does not have teeth but she does inexplicably have a teething phase. kenji is forced to hide all his (salvaged) fancy cars in the garage bc the corvette's already been chewed to hell and his heart is gonna give out if he has to watch any more classics get wrecked

he reads her bedtime stories. A lot of aesop's fables, because theyre short and fun and hes trying to raise his monster daughter with good morals. emi goes hogwild for these but its unclear if she actually understands what hes saying; kenji's pretty sure she just likes the silly voices he uses for different characters

they go flying together! they go first thing in the morning before breakfast - it helps kenji shake off the grogginess of sleep and emi gets to stretch her wings. shes not able to go very far for very long initially, but as she grows and gets those cardio gainz she almost gets to be quicker than him. they have races and play air tag :)

while she doesnt have the vocal range to speak english herself, it becomes clear that emi does understand it well. (kenji also develops an ear for her chirping/squawks, though body language & facial expressions play a big part in communication for both of them) during her (much later) rebellious phase she'll simply pretend not to know what's being said when kenji is telling her to do something she doesn't wanna do, which frustrates him to no end

Kenji

developed a pretty massive chip on his shoulder after moving to the states. it wasn't just bitterness over his dad staying behind, though that was a part of it. this is canon but he was picked on in school for "how [he talked], how [he looked] and what [he ate]." he felt like he had something to prove to both his father and the world. he threw himself into sports - specifically baseball - and his academics, and he did so well that it forced everyone to shut up about how he was different from them and focus on how he was better than them

^ playing off this: kenji had a bonkers fucking yonkers routine when he was a kid/in highschool. he'd get up hours before school started to practice his swing, go for a ~1hr run, workout, study, etc. He'd go to school, come home, and do it all again. this is exaggerated but my point is that this kid was DETERMINED and had the discipline to see that determination through to the end

didnt have many friends because of all aforementioned things. he had acquaintances, and he was invited to parties and outings and stuff (never went), but he spent most of his free time hanging out with his mom. he never really had a "parents are so embarrassing" phase. he always liked to do anything with his mother: going to the bank, going grocery shopping, watching cheesy telenovelas till ungodly hours in the morning, etc. she was his no.1 supporter, confidant, and best friend

he played for his university's baseball team and got scouted at 19. his mom forced him to finish his bachelor's first so once he graduated with his degree in kinesiology at 21, he was drafted to the dodgers

Kenji & Ami

both of them, up until meeting each other, were totally dedicated to their career (and child) so they had basically 0 time for friends. theyre both borderline losers but theyre juuust good enough at what they do for people to admire them instead of finding them sad and lowkey pathetic

kenji is way more into the idea of being friends than ami is. hes pretty enthusiastic about it; he thinks that they have a kind of rapport, since they share a similar work ethic and are both (unbeknownst to ami) single parents. he calls her to chat abt random things. ami initially isnt superrrr into it; she thinks kenji is kinda lonely and desperate for human connection, & it isnt until her mom points out that she has not spoken to anyone outside of work-related reasons in 10+ years that shes like oh shit, i am also lonely and desperate for human connection. so she grudgingly acquires a friend. theyre both really bad at it

need to clarify that in my mind their dynamic is 95% kenji yapping about work and drama in his personal life (circumventing the 8m baby kaiju hes raising) while ami goes "mhm mhm" and takes notes until kenji notices and is like What are you doing. at which point ami is like...... right . nothing. im listening. and forces herself to put the notepad away. she has a hard time disengaging from the reporter mindset and just hearing something intriguing without turning it into an article. the other 5% are the rare moments where theyre connecting super well - ami's psychoanalyzing the hell out of whatever kenji just said and hes like what are you my therapist. over time she starts opening up to him, too, and eventually theyre comfortable enough to be having philosophical discussions over breakfast just for funsies

before kenji reveals that hes ultraman, ami thinks hes in a gang. he keeps showing up to their lunch "dates" with like bruised eyes and fractured bones and gets all shifty when she tries to ask about what happened. when she eventually confronts him about it, hes so offended that she thinks hed be involved in something like that that he tells her about being ultraman

thats about all i can think of rn, though im sure ill think of more after rotating all the characters in my head for a while. thanks again for stopping in, i appreciate the support :)

[pepsimanan]

I love your voice synth art! >▽<

Perhaps you could draw Vflower next? I really like them and I think they'd look great in your style (but no pressure :] !)

#24 Vflower also, thanks!!!!

[lxvi-gloria]

Drabble Prompt: Post-canon Levi, struggling with chronic pain and mourning his dead loved ones, being visited by his still alive loved ones

Anon, you knew how to talk pretty to me <3

hihi requests are still open btw

I feel like I gotta put a disclaimer or something lmao. So, the length of my drabble requests is usually something between 100-400 words. This request is just an incredibly unexpected exception. it just happened to fit into this idea I already had been thinking of, which was how the remaining 104th would ask Levi to be part of important events in their lives because well, they like the dude lmao, so expect that sort of one-shot soon. Additionally, since I kept reminding myself that this was supposed to be a drabble, I might have glossed over the chronic pain and mourning bits so I'm sorry about that ;;

that being said, 2.4k words of Levi and Gabi be upon ye <3

Now on Ao3!

The angry hissing of the kettle makes him flinch. It brings a loud ringing to his right ear. Instinctively, he places his right hand over it, and gives his ear a couple of gentle taps; it's more of a grounding gesture, a distraction from the buzzing. He usually keeps watch over the kettle, so that he can lower the heat just right before it gets a chance to scream at him. 

He realises then that he must have spaced out while waiting. It’s alright, he thinks. It’s been like that a lot, recently. He’s been like that. Lost in thought-- lost in time, if he allowed himself to be precise. The last days, weeks even, as the temperatures started to drop, blended into each other. There’s a little calendar on his bedside table, it had been a birthday gift from Armin – or had that been Mikasa’s? He isn’t sure, he had received an absurd number of presents from the kids last year, it had been hard to keep track of who gave him what and now the fact escaped him. Turning the pages of the little calendar, with its delicate botanical illustrations on each day, quickly became part of his morning routine, and so he was sure that time was passing at all. The stillness of the routine, he guesses, made him like this.

His vision blurs momentarily while he scoops the tea leaves into the teapot. He squints, trying to will his good eye to focus, but all he gets in return is a throb in his right eye. After putting the tea canister away, he presses the inner sides of his wrists to both eyes, placing just enough pressure to relieve the discomfort. When he opens his eyes again, he is pleased to find he can read the small print on the canister an arm’s length away. 

There’s a loud slam coming from the front of the house, followed by footsteps coming further into the house.

He quickly recognizes the heavy stomping as Gabi’s gait. She’s always been so loud.

Gabi crosses the arch into the small kitchen and dining area. 

“Don’t slam my doors,” he says as a greeting, slowly turning his head to his left side, trying to catch a glimpse of her in his periphery.

“Aye, aye,” the kid waves her hand, shoots him a teasing grin, “someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”

Levi hums in response but doesn’t say anything else. He busies himself with placing everything they need for their morning tea and coffee on a metal tray on the counter, which Gabi takes from him as soon as it’s ready and sets it on the table.

He grabs his cane from where he had hooked it on one of the kitchen drawers. He has been leaning against the counter, his right leg supporting most of his weight all this time. He braces himself for the sharp pain that will surely surge from his bad knee, through his left hip and up his spine. Cold mornings like this one and being still in one place for long will do that to him. It’s not so bad. It could be worse.

It takes 4 steps to get from the stove to his chair, which Gabi has already pulled out for him. It sits at an angle that allows him to easily slide down on it and rest his right elbow on top of the table, leaning back and against his good side.

“I have something that will cheer you up,” she holds a couple of envelopes in her hand and waves them at him, “You’ve got mail!”

He nods at her in acknowledgement but does not take his attention away from preparing his first batch of tea of the day. There’s a ritual to it, it almost feels like, and he doesn’t want to mess it up. Not when the ringing in his ear is still there, the building pressure in the upper back part of his eyeballs, and the cold air seeping into his bones through his thick jumper. Oh, how he needs a good cup of tea right now.

While Levi waits for it to steep, he grabs the papers that she had shoved in his face, squints his eyes at the first envelope and finds that he is unable to make out much of the handwriting. He brings it closer to his face, squints harder, steals a quick glance across the table and hopes Gabi isn’t paying him any mind, too preoccupied with choosing from the bag of pastries she brought with her. It is with an impassive expression that he hands the stack of envelopes back. 

“Read it for me.” A beat and then he adds, a little reluctant: “Please.”

He knows Gabi prefers coffee in the mornings, and black tea in the evenings, so he makes sure to have a fresh brew of the former whenever he knows she’s coming over; so, with shaky hands, Levi gets to prepare her cup of coffee. While he enjoys the aroma of it, he remains faithful to tea; at first, he thought he didn’t like it because he had butchered his first attempts at brewing it. But even after Onyankopon had taught him how to do it properly and he had enjoyed his cup, it didn’t bring the same comfort as tea. It just never hit the spot.

She shoots him a mischievous grin, “Oh, you sure? What if I read something personal, hm?” 

Levi just shakes his head, scoffing at the idea of Gabi finding his junk mail fascinating.

“Is this how I find out you have a secret lover you’re exchanging raunchy love letters with?” Gabi teases, wiggling her eyebrows at him.

He lets out a tired sigh and rolls his eyes, “just wanna be done with it, ” he stirs the milk into Gabi’s coffee, which now has turned into a cup of milk with coffee. “We have a lot to prepare for tonight.”

She clicks her tongue at him, but still rips the first envelope open, “Mr. Levi, your reading won’t improve if you keep doing that,” she jokingly scolds him.

Although Levi mentally recognises handing her and Falco stuff he couldn’t be bothered reading before, that’s not the case this time. He’ll let her think that for now, though, because he doesn’t want to mention the pressure building in the back of his bad eye, it’s not important and she, a kid, doesn’t need to know his newly found ailment of the week. He can see just fine around him right now. He can see Gabi’s big eyes and playful smile at the other side of the table, and that’s good enough; smaller details, he doesn’t feel he can do them, not without making himself go dizzy with a migraine.

Levi slides the cup of coffee to her and is pleased with himself when she approves of the colour of her drink.

“It’s from Armin,” she announces as she scans the letter. 

From this angle, the soft morning light illuminating her face and thanks to his faulty vision, Gabi’s image stirs his memory. His heart faintly constricts as he is reminded of the many times Hange read their research reports to him during breakfast in the mess hall before presenting them to Erwin. Levi always wondered how they could read so fast, sometimes he even doubted they were actually reading at all, their words barely being able to catch up with her eyes; he never asked about it, maybe reading came easy to them as numbers did to him.

A high-pitched squeal from Gabi startles him, bringing him back to the here and now.

“Oh… ohh, Mr. Levi,” she starts, her smile widening by the second “This is good news!”

Gabi makes a show of clearing her throat and then starts reading “Dear Captain, I hope this letter finds you well and in good health.” 

Levi can’t help but let a sardonic huff at the irony of the greetings but doesn’t let himself be bothered by it. He has written only a handful of personal letters throughout his life, and by now he knows it’s just something you’re supposed to say because jumping straight to the point isn’t acceptable, or so that’s what he had been told. 

Gabi continues reading Armin’s words to him. For the most part, it’s a standard letter coming from him: he asks Levi how he’s dealing with the changing of the seasons, how Gabi and Falco are faring, if business at the tea shop has been good, if there’s anything Levi needs that he can’t get in town so that Armin or the others can get it for him. He tells him a little about the country he’s writing from, he even includes a photograph. Then, after the expected pleasantries, Gabi can barely hold her excitement and starts reading faster, trying so hard not to trip over her words.

“If I’m being sincere, we would prefer to ask you in person,” Gabi stops for a second to look up at him from the paper, gauging for a reaction and finding nothing, she continues. 

Armin apologises for not being able to visit him before the holidays, Annie included, and so it is implied that he won’t be attending tonight’s reunion. 

Sometime during the last five years, the Alliance brats had decided to make showing up at Levi’s doorstep together once a year a sort of custom; the first time it happened was during an early winter, a blizzard had stopped them from leaving Levi’s until the next morning. It had been a really nice evening despite the awful weather, Levi remembers, after everyone pitched in one way or another, they all shared a simple but hearty meal together. It was Connie who jokingly said they should do it every year. The following year, Onyankopon, Gabi and Falco joined them. 

This year would be their fourth, and the first someone wouldn’t make it. That fact sits heavily in Levi’s chest, stealing the spotlight from his throbbing eye.

“...Annie and I have decided to get married. The both of us would like you to officiate our ceremony!” unable to contain her excitement, she tears her eyes away from the paper and looks at Levi. “Huh?! This is good news! What’s with the constipated face?!”

That doesn’t sound right. It figures that Annie and Armin would be the first to marry; in a way, he is happy for them, they clearly care for each other. No, that part is easy to understand. Their union is logical to anyone who knows the couple. What Levi can’t figure out is why they are asking him such a thing.

He clears his throat, assumes it’s been 3 minutes and his tea is ready to be poured and so he distracts himself with that.

When he doesn’t answer Gabi, she picks up where she left off. 

He isn’t… well, he isn’t that close to either of them. He’s sure Annie must have other relatives that could step in his stead. Maybe a brother, a cousin. Even Jean or Reiner would be better options than Levi. He isn’t good with words or people like they are, he couldn’t possibly give them a speech about something foreign to him as it is that kind of love, that’s what people expect, right? His title of Captain is obsolete in this new world, so it can’t be that either. Hell, he has never been to a fucking wedding. 

Just… why him?

As expected, Armin doesn’t really go into the details of their choice but does let Levi know they do not expect a fast answer and that they do not want him to feel pressured to accept it, despite how much it would mean to them if he did. Armin asks if there’s anything in particular that he would like for his birthday, as it is a month away, and closes the letter by saying he looks forward to seeing him and everyone then.

When the letter is closed and put back into its envelope, silence falls around them. For a moment the only sound that can be heard is the clinking of tableware as Levi places the teacup back on its saucer.

It bothers him, that he knows he will be letting Armin down by refusing something that any other well-adapted person would consider an honour. But the thought of embarrassing him and himself, because he gave an awkward, most likely insensitive, speech, mortifies him. No, he can’t put them and their guests through that. He will find a way to make it up to the couple, maybe he can… he doesn’t know yet, but he will come up with something.

As he finishes his first cup, Levi realises that at some point while he was lost in thought, the ringing in his ear has subsided and now it’s back to that muffled, cotton-in-ear sensation he’s used to and he doesn’t feel his eyeball pulsating anymore. Glancing at Gabi, he notices she is trying really hard not to say something, her brow furrowed as she takes a sip of her own drink, followed by a big bite of her pastry. Flakes stick to the corner of her mouth and for once it doesn’t disgust him. Instead, it makes his lips twitch as if going into a smile.

“I can help you... if you want,” she says eventually, sounding uncharacteristically careful and small of her.

Levi quirks an eyebrow “Help? with what?” 

She shrugs, “How to… tell them you don’t want to,” she avoids looking at him for the first time, finding the flakes on her plate more interesting. She shrugs again and tilts her head to the side, a thin line of a smile appearing on her face. “...or prepare for the ceremony.”

Not unlike many times before, Gabi’s words render him speechless, if only for a moment. He spares his tea a glance and he thinks: it’s bold of her to be so upfront about offering her help to him, and had it been any other morning, one where he couldn’t think past the constant ache in his body, he would’ve chewed her head off for simply trying to help him because he himself doesn’t know how to accept that kindness.

This kid is trying her best and he can’t help but feel somewhat proud of that.

“You have shit on your face. Here,” he points to where the flakes would sit on his own face and picks his refilled teacup back up.

Gabi quickly wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, getting most of the flakes off. Levi gives her a thumbs-up with his free hand.

“I’ll think about it,” he finally concedes and tries to ignore the little happy dance she does in her seat.

This time, when the amber liquid touches his lips, it’s remarkably sweeter than before.

[sugar-coat-it]

request request request!!! i love ur writing so much and all i can think about is thigh riding w matty maybe he cums in his pants

AHHHHHHHHHH anon I love you thank you <3 

Um yeah he’s gonna cum in his pants… who do you think I am

I’m combining this + a horny plotline I’ve been wanting to write 

Made him just a tad subby, I hope that's cool!

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Matty sits at the edge of your bed, his leg bouncing with anticipation as he waits for you to come out of the bathroom. You’d asked him to let you do a little fashion show for him with some new things you’d bought, which wasn’t out of the ordinary, except today it wasn’t with clothes, but with various lingerie pieces. He’s anxiously eyeing the bag on your sheets, praying that there aren’t any more sets in there, because he swears he might explode if there are. You’d already shown off a pretty sheer babydoll, a lacy set with cutouts, and an embroidered corset with a matching thong. He wanted to rip every single one of them off of your body, his hands white-knuckling at the sheets to try and control himself. You specifically told him that he was only meant to look, he couldn’t touch because you “weren’t sure which one’s you’re going to keep”. Bullshit. Matty knows better, you’re playing with him and you know it too. So, he’s been stuck here, painfully straining against his trousers and watching as you flaunt around in pieces of fabric that clad you so scantily, there’s almost no point in wearing anything at all. But, then again, he can’t deny how absolutely stunning you are in every one of them, he feels grateful just to be in your presence. There’s something so endearing about the way he reacts at the sight of you each time, how he swallows hard, a flush on his cheeks as his eyes widen with pure wonderment, you’d think he’d never seen you this bared to him before. 

“Okay, last one!” you call from behind the bathroom door, making your final adjustments to the undergarments. 

“It fuckin’ better be…” he mutters to himself, not even trying to hide the effects of the predicament you’ve put him in, he’s sat with his legs spread out. 

You’re just absolutely beaming before you’ve even got the door open, already knowing that this one will be his favorite, you can hardly wait to see the look on his face. You step out into your room and relish in the way Matty’s jaw just drops, a warmth spreading across your skin at how ravenous he looks right now with his legs spread open like that. Saving the best for last, you’d picked out a set consisting of a cupless bra and crotchless panties, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. His cock jumps immediately, Matty groans lowly at the way he can’t control the aching throbs beneath his trousers.

“Holy fuck,” he gapes, covering his mouth with disbelief, his tongue practically hanging out.

His breath is hot and panting against his hand, he feels like he’s burning up, god, the torture you’re putting him through. It, without a doubt, was his favorite of the lineup, despite how you look unfathomably sexy in all of them. You slink closer to him, watching the way his hands twitch and tense at his sides with the effort of not reaching out to feel you. He moans under his breath as you do a little turn in front of him, letting Matty see the full effect of the look and more specifically, an eyeful of your perfect ass. With that, he loses his patience, quickly deciding your rules can be damned as his hands move to hold your hips, he just needs something, anything to satiate himself. You bat him away before he can get to you, taking a step back as you tilt your head at him enticingly, clicking your tongue at his impulsiveness. Matty groans with frustration, his expression somewhere between a pout and a snarl.

“Fuck’s sake! Are you serious? My dick is so hard it fucking hurts, I’m genuinely going to die, you evil, evil woman!” he complains, motioning to the sizeable bulge, thick and straining against his thigh.

“Aww, poor thing,” you tease, leaning against your armoire as you cross your arms over your chest, only further accentuating your tits.

You turn away from him completely now, ignoring the way he’s trying not to literally pounce on you as you look at yourself in the floor-length mirror. You do look damn good, you can’t say you blame your boyfriend for being dangerous levels of horny. Humming, you run your hands over your sides, smoothing your fingers over the delicate straps holding the lingerie together. 

“I dunno if I’m going to keep it. What do you think?” you muse, glancing at him through the reflection in the mirror, he’s almost drooling, it’s only reminding you of how much power you really hold over him. 

Matty stays eerily quiet, you’re not even sure if he’s fully hearing you, his head too full with his urgent desire, his lust-darkened eyes trained on the curve of your ass. He doesn’t like being told he can’t do something, especially when what he wants is right in front of him, it drives him absolutely mental. He’s plotting what he can say or do to make you crumble, to have you begging him to touch you. You interrupt the turning of the gears in his head by moving to straddle one of his legs, Matty’s eyes snapping up to look at you, an unreadable expression plastered on his face. His tongue darts out to lick his lips, now unabashedly staring at your body poised on his thigh. He’s stonewalled by the rules you set that blatantly oppose his desire to take what’s in front of him, candy dangled right in front of his face. 

“If I can’t touch you, you can at least make this all worth my while, don’t you think?” he grumbles, blowing a frustrated puff of air up into his curls. 

“Oh, you want a different kind of show?” you smile coyly, knowing that your reasons for keeping him on the sidelines are flimsy, but it’s so damn fun. 

Matty just stares at you with lidded eyes, his head tilted back slightly as his hands fist at the blanket, knuckles white with the self-control he's exerting. He’s not interested in games anymore, impatience written all over his face. You take this as the perfect opportunity to start to slowly rock your hips back and forth on his thigh, your bare cunt against his jeans due to the panties being totally crotchless. Matty shudders as he realizes what you’re doing, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows thickly at the wet dream coming to life in front of him. You sigh out, finding a rhythm that suits you as you grind yourself on him, angling your hips so the rough fabric of his jeans catches just right against you. Pretty whimpers spill from your lips as Matty suddenly flexes the muscles in his thigh, encouraging you to go a little faster now as he creates the perfect surface for you to get yourself off on. Matty bites his lip with a groan, feeling you soaking into his jeans, a small wet patch forming as you work your hips shamelessly, he feels like he’s burning up with the effort of not grabbing your waist and guiding you, pressing you down harder against his thigh. You’re purposefully moaning a little louder than usual, really wanting to be his little star performer tonight as you ride his thigh, your tits bouncing with the effort of your movements. 

“Fuck…” he mutters, hot pants of breath parting his lips as he watches you, his cock throbbing so hard it’s almost painful.

You let out a lewd whine of his name, tossing your head back as you reach for your breasts, cupping them in your hands partly to make yourself feel good, and partly to drive Matty insane. You circle your peaked nipples with your thumbs, relishing in the sensations that tingle and spread over your flushed skin, a harsh pang of pleasure rippling deep inside you. Your eyes flutter shut as you focus on the way it all builds up, your pleasure only compounding with Matty’s intense eyes burning into you. He’s not even sure what to keep his gaze on, your gorgeous face contorted with pleasure, your hands grasping at your exposed tits, or at the mess you’re making on his thigh. He’s overwhelmed, his darling girl must have learned from the best on how to put on a good show. 

“Darlin’, love, please. Please, can I touch you? Need to feel you, hon, you’re killing me,” he rambles breathily, his chest heaving as he keeps his thigh flexed for you.

You just shake your head, not even bothering to open your eyes as you keep dragging your aching cunt against his thigh, feeling quite confident that you can get off on your own. Although, you’re quite pleased that he’s resorted to pleading now, his resolve crumbling with every roll of your hips. Matty, however, is anything but pleased.

“No?” he repeats, frustration clear in his tone as his jaw clenches. 

He’s about to bitch about it some more before you open your eyes and grab his chin swiftly, keeping a firm grip on his face to shut him up. You’ve got a wild look in your eyes that has Matty suddenly silenced, his breath catching in his throat at this sudden show of authority. 

“No. You’re gonna fucking watch,” you grin spitefully between panting breaths, the pace of your hips unfaltering. 

And just like that, he whimpers, squirming a little against the mattress as his erection twitches in his jeans, murmuring something unintelligible under his breath. You keep your hold on his pretty face with one hand while the other keeps toying with your breast, adding to the pleasurable sensations flowing through you in waves. You’re staring at each other with such intensity, it’s making heat thrum under your skin, your heart beating out of your chest. Moaning wantonly, you go a little faster, losing your coherent rhythm as you start to buck and squirm on his thigh, trying to inch closer and closer to the edge of euphoria. Matty tilts his head down to kiss at the palm of your hand that’s gripping his jaw, running the tip of his tongue along the edge of your thumb. Your eyes widen, but you don’t stop him, allowing him to bend the rules for the sake of the way the sight of it is making your mind fuzzy. He’s getting into it now, you can tell, he is no longer fighting the position he’s in.

“Shit, close,” you gasp, your head tilting back as you keep riding, chasing your high at your poor boyfriend’s expense (though, really, who is he to complain? His hot girlfriend is using him to get off).

“Yeah? Gonna cum on my thigh, sweetheart? Gonna use me till you’re creaming on my jeans?” he whispers, never one to keep his filthy thoughts to himself.

You nod quickly, whining as you rut against him, your hold on him tightening along with the tension inside of you, relief just at your fingertips. Matty moans loudly, his brows deeply furrowed as he watches you tip over the edge right before his eyes. Your back arches as a silent cry overtakes your features, your lips part in a perfect circle as your eyes squeeze shut, shuddering throughout your whole body as your orgasm washes over you in intense waves. Your hips stutter against his thigh, having thoroughly left your mark on his jeans, traces of you stained on the fabric. When your eyes hazily blink open again, you’re met with Matty’s pretty, lidded eyes, a blush dusted on his cheeks up to his ears as he breaths heavily, quivers running through him like aftershocks. At first, you just thought his expression was due to how sexy he found the whole thing, but then you glance down to see a sizeable wet patch near his now softening erection. Your eyes go wide, Matty watching as the pieces click together for you. He just bites his lip, knowing he can’t hide the fact that he just came untouched from watching you ride his thigh. Shocked, you can hardly manage your next two words before, of course, he cuts you off.

“Did you-”

“Piss off…”

[arwensundomiels]

lovelorn and nobody knows love thorns all over this rose SLUT! (1989 TV)