#i think being so hungry 4 him made me more confident

[milkwands]

never kill yourself

why isnt he on the canvas members page

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

This is an oddly specific request but could I ask for headcanons with Kafka and a reader who’s on the curvier side? Like I’ve got DDs, I have wider hips, and like Kafka I have abs but only if I suck in my stomach. So I guess I feel very seen and validated by his body type??

Sfw/nsfw is fine, and feel free to delete this if it’s too vague. I hope you have an awesome day! ☺️

MDNI under the cut, please and thank you!

A/N ::: I woke up at 4:30 this morning and am falling asleep as I write this lol. Proofed as well as I could for the remaining brain power I have.

Anon! I LOVE this so much. And oddly specific requests are fine with me. It just means I have more to work with! I hope you like this and that it meets all of your needs =).

Always had a soft spot for women with more to love. And you've only made these feelings of his grow in intensity.

Can't believe YOU are interested in him. Sure, he knows he's strong and relatively good looking (my god, he deserves the world) but only recently has he started to feel really comfy in his own skin.

Respects the hell out of you for being so confident in your body.

Never tires of seeing you walk around in your bra when you get ready in the morning.

Has trouble focusing on his breakfast when your tits are looking so much more delicious than what he's trying to eat.

Has given up on finishing his food more than once to take a few well-placed bites of you.

Can't get enough of your ass, especially when you're bent over something in the kitchen. Or the bedroom. Or the bathroom. Anywhere, really.

Comes up behind you and starts to rub your hips, squeezing and pulling at you, whining because he doesn't want to wait until later to have you all to himself again.

You've let him indulge in his fondness for the softness of your body more than once.

You're nearly convinced that he likes what he's doing to you more than you do.

The way he reacts when he's eating your pussy, moaning and pulling your body closer against his face, his big arms wrapped up under your thighs and his hands almost turning white they're gripping the fat of your legs so hard.

It's like he's possessed, unable to control himself.

And when he fucks you, his abs bulge and flex as he slams into you, his cock hitting all of those spots deep inside of you, driving you mad.

Does his best to let you cum first.

When he finishes, sometimes he'll pull out and cum all over your tits, stomach, ass. Any part of you that he's fixated on at that moment in time.

Has had trouble deciding and almost ruined his own orgasm - luckily, there are only beautiful parts to you, and he was able to finish anywhere.

He's never had a preference for where he puts it before, but with you he just seems to really like to cover you in his cum.

Provides world-class aftercare.

He offers you anything he can think of that you might want or need.

Warm washcloth to clean up a little? Sit tight, kitten, he'll be right back.

Hungry? Where do you want to eat? He's famished, anything you want sounds great to him.

Thirsty? He's already walking his chubby, jiggly naked butt down the hall to the kitchen for a glass of ice water for you.

Tired? Great, so is he. The two of you have curled up more than once to take some quiet time for just you.

He's got you covered for anything.

So grateful to have someone so loving, patient, and caring in his life.

Fights (playfully) with you about who is luckier: You or him. But he never backs down that he's the clear winner here.

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[witch--btch]

Discussing Negai no Astro - Chapter 4

Religion - Buddhism/Asura

Both Kuran and Kou have half of Asura tattooed on their forearms. The Sanmenroppi security branch’s logo and Ikebukuro headquarters are also a resemblance of the demigod.

I did some research, and came across this line of text I find very interesting, regarding Kou, and the inferiority he feels when compared to others.

In the earliest Vedic literature, all supernatural beings are called Devas and Asuras. Each Asura and Deva emerges from the same father, share the same residence, eat together the same food and drinks, and have innate potential, knowledge and special powers in Hindu mythology; the only thing that distinguishes "Asura who become Deva" from "Asura who remain Asura" is intent, action and choices they make in their mythic lives.

"Asuras who remain Asura" share the character of powerful beings obsessed with their craving for wealth, ego, anger, unprincipled nature, force, and violence. Further, in Hindu mythology, when they lose, miss, or don't get what they want (because they were distracted by their cravings) the "Asuras who remain Asuras" question, challenge, and attack the "Asuras who became Devas" to loot a portion of what the Devas have and the Asuras do not.

In Buddhist mythology, the Asuras are said to experience a much more pleasurable life than humans, but they are plagued by envy for the Devas, whom they can see just as animals perceive humans.

Take that text of information as you will. I hope you can understand my point without me having to explain further than this lol.

Does Kuran have a Astro?

Personally, I’m thinking he either does not have an Astro, or he doesn’t want to admit he has one.

Astros are given to people who held onto something precious, and made a wish. Kuran doesn’t really seem like the type of person who makes wishes, or gives into sentimental notions like that.

If he does have an Astro, he’s probably keeping it a secret so he doesn’t have to use it on Kou. When Kou challenged Kuran to fight for branch leader, had he known Kuran also had an Astro, he would surely make him use it so he could win in a ‘fair fight’.

I definitely think Kuran let Kou win for multiple reasons. 1, he doesn’t want to seriously hurt his younger brother, he’s too kind for that. 2, as an older brother, he’s kind of just letting Kou do and have whatever he wants for the time being. More below lol.

Relationship between Kou/Kuran

As a big brother, I think Kuran feels it’s his role to support his younger brothers, not fight with them.

He doesn’t think it’s right to ‘put them in their place’ or anything like that. Instead, he thinks it’s better if he supports them, forgives their misdeeds, and protects them if they get in over their heads. Even when Kou says dehumanizing things, like calling Kuran “my little security robot.”/ treating him like a winnable object; Kuran doesn’t take it personally, since Kou finally has confidence in himself …

I think Kuran might spoil Kou because he knows how insecure Kou is in being the youngest sibling, with nothing to his name.

Kuran understands that Kou is becoming power hungry, but he doesn’t see a harm in it as long as he is still around to pick up after the messes.

The Lighter that Kou made his wish with. This can be speculated as headcanon now, but I think Kuran gave Kou this lighter, encouraging him not to give up on becoming stronger, even if he feels weak now. It just seems like a good older brother thing that Kuran would say to ease his little brother’s insecurities.

And just as he said, Kou did become stronger. So to encourage Kou into realizing he isn’t the same weakling he was before, Kuran purposefully lost to him. Beating Kou would only crush his confidence and put Kou right back to square one:( as a supportive older brother, Kuran simply can’t do that.

That was pretty much the bulk of what I wanted to say about the most recent chapter; if anyone would like to add anything, go ahead! ^.^

[thoughtsthatgounnoticed]

So I’m glad Nicola finally put those rumors of deleted scenes to rest. Honestly, I think the thought of not being able to see them was killing me, so knowing it doesn’t exist at all means we haven’t missed out.

What the one-take wedding dance video did show, was that there are extended versions of scenes that would have benefitted Polin greatly and provided clarity to the show’s intentions had they kept it. Seeing it made me realise that maybe we didn’t need more Polin (we do, but Bridgerton can only do so much) or fewer side plots (if we are to accept this is really an ensemble show), we just needed to have the scenes linger longer, allowing us to soak it up. That extended gaze in the end of the wedding dance communicated so much with so little.

Some examples below:

• When Colin was reading letters Penelope sent him, I wish we got a few seconds of his yearning and thinking face after his little smile to show him finally come to terms that he doesn’t want to be fighting with her anymore.

• The scene after Fran’s wedding where she tells him to love her as a way of supporting her. I wish we stayed longer on their faces, and especially Colin’s to see him come to terms with her request. Luke could totally pull off the hurt to acceptance to understanding to loving look. I’ve seen him pull 4 different facial expressions in one take to convey his emotional journey.

• When Colin jumps out of his carriage ready to interrupt Penelope’s engagement and walked determinedly before he gets interrupted by the couple/Fife & Co - should have lasted a little longer. It would have totally given off leading man vibes who is sure with what he wants. Colin has always been a little insecure and he doesn’t know at this point that she will reciprocate his feelings - this would have been a great character moment. Though his assuring nod to himself as soon as he gets out of the carriage was still good.

Adding more in the first two instances would have also added additional emotional context as to why Colin accepts Penelope as being one with LW in his final speech. I’ve seen some posts say that his acceptance came out of nowhere and we didn’t really see him privately grapple with those emotions and come out of the other side committed to being ok with LW/Pen. Polin didn’t have be seen in one scene together to add growth to their relationship.

When they did do it well in this, it was perfect - Colin’s face after the first kiss, Colin’s face when Penelope enters the ball in her emerald gown, Colin’s pleading to loving to hungry to confident face during the carriage scene, Colin and Pen’s faces under the willow tree and that back and forth extended shot of Colin looking at Penelope dance with Debling.

I suppose this is all a moot point since the season is done and over. But I think it’s so interesting to see how a few seconds longer can change the way we feel about how their relationship was presented.

[phdinbarbievlogverse]

MY HONEST REVIEW ON BARBIE MYSTERIES: THE GREAT HORSE CHASE 💖💜💙

Let me start with the new VAs…

MALIBU (voiced by Abby Trott) - 8/10 🥰

Her voice kinda reminds of Ericka Linbeck’s who voiced Barbie in Starlight Adventure, Spy Squad, and Dolphin Magic. Mellow but steady, but bubbly and energetic when need be.

BROOKLYN (voiced by Diamond White) - 4/10 🙃

No hate to the VA, I’m just not used to hearing Brooklyn sounding so sweet and cute 🤣. I prefer Tatianna Varia’s performance because her voice is just dripping with sass and confidence which I thought fit Brooklyn’s overall image and personality better.

KEN (voiced by Griffin Burns) - 8.5/10

Adorable. Just adorable. The voice fits the animation. And he is still my precious darling boy who can do no wrong in my eyes. 💙

The 8 episode story was good. Not great imo but good nonetheless. It can better if they expand outside magic, horses, puppies, or mermaids, (i feel like they recycle those four quite often haha). I’m already invested in this “Barbie Mysteries” theme, I just really want them to incorporate new material and not recycle used stuff. Passport to Adventure being a podcast was a such nice touch. I liked how they made it like that so the series is open to other possibilities and themes.

Marcus was an okay addition for me. Another comic relief character. He gives off hungry/sleepy boy vibes. Didn’t do much to make an impact to me as viewer but I’m glad they’re able to give Ken a friend who is a dude this time. It’s nice to see him with a pal 😄

Renee being there for laughs was also fine. But I’m kinda meh about her and Cassidy, didn’t really sense any chemistry. And it’s not like Cassidy will be around if the show has more seasons so what was the point.

Now for the important part… 🥁

As you all know, I love #Karbie with my whole heart. And I take their scenes, no matter how long or short, very seriously. That being said, after watching this series, it tells me that this is just another series/universe where Barbie and Ken are friends. But I like how they are comfortable with each other that they don’t shy away after hugging tightly or even if they are in close proximity.

I’d like to think they’re building something with Malibu and Ken, as well as Brooklyn and Marcus because a few scenes had romantic undertones but that is still unclear to me as of now since there wasn’t that much focus. I think I see something for Brooklyn and Marcus, mainly because that one scene they got shy with each other and almost blushing, implying they might be crushing on each other. Even Morgan got jealous meaning she sensed something developed between the two.

What I would like to point out is that right from the beginning with the trailer and music videos, when we already saw snippets of the show… THE WAY Malibu and Brooklyn were constantly holding onto each other and closely working together was soooo sus 👀 it raised my eyebrows sky high!!!

LOL the only thing in my mind when I watched those scenes were: “Is this fanservice?” “Are the animators Brooklyn x Malibu shippers?” 😆

That scene where they almost fell off a cliff and then after Cassidy saved them, the hug they did got me like 😳 🤨 literally… like what kind of friends hug like that ??? 😝

Whatever they plan on doing, they better flesh it out first. I don’t want anything rushed. There has to be a build up towards it to become more satisfying if it does come true.

In summary, this was a pretty good series. Much better than I anticipated. I think it shows promise. I really missed watching a new Barbie show so I’m very happy this wasn’t disappointing. Overall, I’d give this show a 7/10.

[noir-drabbles]

Draft 4

Summary: On the final layer of this frozen lab where no living creature should be, Alban encounters you as you step through the doors, untouched by the temperatures.

(Was playing Cataclysm: Dark Days Ahead and got struck with this little scene. Not complete, obviously, but I got over 800 words out, so I consider that a win! If this was to be a whole short story, it probably be about the Reader counting out how many promises where broken while in that final floor lab cell, and Alban basically being the one to carry the torch of those broken promises, even though the one who made said promises was the same person that gave his little sibling a horrible fate. Reader is not Alban's sibling by the way, but said sibling was involved in Reader's creation. I think.)

And out of the mist, in slow and leisurely steps, came you. Untouched by the frost that covers the walls, you pace through with only an over-sized lab coat to keep you warm.

He raised his gun, because what was he supposed to do when someone seemingly immune to this freezer of a lab pads out of the yawning jaws of wretched open iron doors? Everything that Alban has encountered down here hasn’t been human, why would he start to believe that you were suddenly the exception?

However, he didn’t shoot. When you’re in the lonely hellscape of a world for as long as he has, one can’t help but want to grasp at that small chance of another intelligent being. Someone to talk to and just, have a reminder that one’s not alone. A stupid desire, but it stayed his fingers either way.

“You’re…” and you spoke first, ignoring everything for the sake of focusing on his face, as though that was more interesting than the possibility that your body will be filled with bullets, “You’re not a face I recognize. Are you new? Do you know where everybody went?”

The ease in your tone spoke of confidence in one’s safety. You don’t think he’s a danger to you. And with all the creatures and undead Alban has found, trapped and killed, he probably wasn’t. If a battle broke out, he’d probably be lucky to even keep his torso.

…then, let’s talk. Distract and, perhaps, have a comrade. Or at least a neutral acquaintance.

“I don’t know,” Alban lowered his aim but never put his weapon away. Instead, he pointed to the curled back doors behind you, layer upon layers of metal bent by some unfathomable force. “Did you do that?”

“Hmm?” You turned back and looked around, peering into the darkness before landing on the doors, “Oh. Yes, I did. The power went out a bit ago, so I had to tear my way through. Am I in trouble?”

The look of guilt was gentle, almost afraid. His younger sibling gave him a look like that once, when they scribbled over the carpet with permanent marker. They didn’t know it was a bitch to wash out, in much the same way that you probably didn’t know that you’re not supposed to be tearing doors.

It’s… uncomfortable. Here he is, in a lab that got colder and colder with every sub-floor Alban entered, like whatever these bastards had they wanted to preserve in ice.

“What?” Because what else was he supposed to say?

“Sorry,” you rubbed the back of your neck, “Here, let me see if I can fix them. I didn’t let anyone out, I promise. I was just hungry.”

“Uh, wait wait, you uh,” this was dumb, he shouldn’t be doing this, he should be running, but he’s been alone for too long and dammit, he wanted to know more, “if you’re hungry, then here,” he dug out a protein bar, half-frozen and nearly impossible to bite through, “I got this.”

He’s got more, just in case. It’s a day over it’s expiration date but he’s sure it won’t kill you or anyone. He thinks. He’s not sure. Either way, starving, it’s not a way anyone should go, monster or otherwise. It was something those little kids shouldn’t have experienced.

You perked up with interest and, as much as he’d hate to say it, the innocence–the delicately and deliberately cultivated innocence–was disarming. It felt normal, and for a moment, Alban wasn’t living in a world that was ravaged by a splintering reality. In a world where ice doesn’t flow from the all-consuming black eye in the sky and humans don’t freeze over and break out of their shells as nightmare-ish creatures.

Here, it just felt like Alban encountered a strange person that needed a helping hand as much as he did.

You grabbed it in both hands, your likely stolen lab coat falling from your shoulders, leaving you in a stiff and dirty hospital gown reserved for all lab rats. The ice didn’t affect you, not a single part of you was even dusted in crystals, but even so, Alban dug into his backpack and pulled out a spare parka.

He draped it over your shoulders just as you bit into the bar, bits of it splintering right onto the floor.

“Thank you,” you said after swallowing, wiping at your mouth, “So, who are you, really?”

“Nobody important,” at least not to this lab. He doesn’t know much of this place, and he doubts this lab ever knew of his existence beyond just a name in a family tree. “Just a stranger to this place. My name’s Alban, and I’m just here to find out something.”

A trail of never ending papers and entries, of constant transfers from lab to hospital to another lab, and finally, here. A layers deep laboratory known more as a sarcophagus, a crypt. A place for unstable, and unusable waste.

His sibling was taken here, that’s all Alban knows.

[acesofspadess]

Live {5}

summary: after a silly little comment on Niall's live, who would've thought it bring you...well here.

a/n: Listen when we get to the part

His hands grazed your waist sending heat where they touched as he slowly wrapped his arms around you. His hands couldn't find a resting place as they ran over your back until one came up close to your neck and the other wrapped around your waist. No words needed to be said, the hug said it all. Every emotion in your eyes seeped through each other's hands and into the other. 

You were seeing more of Niall in person and that threw the both of you in for a loop. Niall had actually been doing the most he could given the circumstances. If you posted on your close friends that you were hungry but didn't want to go out, he had food on your doorstep within the hour. The flowers kept coming, and you now had something for every room of your LA apartment. Another thing Niall missed.

“Why did you never tell me you moved from Mullingar?” you watched him through facetime with your eyebrows drawn together. “Are we really doing this again?” it seems he had forgotten that he left 3 years ago, not you. “Sorry, i just, i know i'm in no position to say this, but it feels like i'm the only one who cares right now.” you knew what he meant, you had been all take no give as of lately, and you knew that was eating him up inside.

“Ni, I’ll care about you even if we don't speak ever again. I’ll care about you even if it drives me insane. I cared about you even when you didn't choose me. I cared about you even when you decided it wasn't meant to be. I cared about you even on the nights when I went to sleep sad and I care about you, even with the void in my heart that you left. I’ve always cared for you Niall. I don’t want you to ever think I don't. But remind yourself, who left who.”

"I know," he sighed wiping his hand down his face. "I'm sorry." His voice cracked and you just wanted to give him a hug. You were so caught up in your hurt that you never really thought about what he was feeling. You consoled him softly as he shook his head ignoring you. "I'm so sorry. "

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Being in rehearsals for a week with just you and Niall was so much fun. Your songs came from the heart and Niall knew they were all about him. As for Niall, he wanted to wrap you in his arms and kiss away everything he'd done, but as coach, all he could do was marvel at your voice. He wished he could tell you this album was for you, he knew it wouldn't be fair, but god he wished he could.

“Maia.” he sang and you smiled. Things seemed to be a lot lighter and brighter after that call. It seemed a weight was lifted off both shoulders, and your flirty banter was creeping through once again. You would take loads of pictures of you two. And some less tv friendly ones when the cameras were off.

“You've come so far from when we first met, to the deer in headlights I turned around to, and now this beautiful confident-, its amazing.” you laughed a toothy smile before covering your laugh. “How are you feeling confidence wise?”

“I feel good. Especially with this song, it means a lot more now than it did when I sent it to you.”

You were so focused on the song you missed the way Niall looked at you. There was so much emotion swimming in his eyes, one would be able to see the longingness and hurt in the deep blues and the admiration and love mixed in baby blues. 

“My god, Maia. It's absolutely exceptional. God almighty-” the emotion in his voice made you look up and when you saw his face you came around his chair to give him a hug from over his shoulders. “You okay Nialler?” you laughed and he rubbed his lips. “You gotta stop making me cry.” you threw your head in a laugh subtly picking up the double meaning. “I'm doing my best to hold it in.” he gave you some pointers to make the song sound stronger and as you were adding notes he spoke up.

“Were in round 4.” 

You let out a whistle standing back by your mic, “we’re really far. Especially considering I was almost out the second round.” you shook your head. “Because you weren't going to win on Team Kelly, and she knew that. She let me take you because she wanted to see you win. You are so talented Maia. If i was in your boots, i would get so much confidence from that. You've got no reason to be nervous now.”

“Says you.” you scoffed and he laughed. “The person I first met, who was afraid to show her face in front of 50 thousand people, to the person I'm looking at now, singing her heart out on television for 6 million people. It is amazing to see how far you've come, and be able to be part of some of it.”

“You've been a part of it all.”

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“Thats my girl!” Niall cheered as you took the purple glowing stage. “Singing Wicked Game, Maia Quinn.” The audience cheered and you took a deep breath.

The world was on fire and no one could save me but you It's strange what desire will make foolish people do I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you

When the audience cheered you opened your eyes to see the room still dark

I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you No, I don't wanna fall in love

The audience clapped again and Blake's ‘hell yes’ rang through as he looked to Niall who looked mesmerised 

No, I don't wanna fall in love With you

As you held onto the note the audience clapped

What a wicked game you play, to make me feel this way What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you

The audience clapped along with the music and you could only imagine what Niall looked like behind your closed eye

What a wicked thing to say,

Niall wished your eyes were open so you could see how proud he was

you never felt this way

What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you

The audience cheered as you added a bit of rasp and edge

And I don't wanna fall in love (this world is only gonna break your heart) No, I don't wanna fall in love (this world is only gonna break your heart) With you No, I 

As you held onto your note you used all emotion to power through all 10 seconds of the long note that blew everyone away

Nobody 

Your eyes softly as you looked at Niall before your eyes closed again as you finished the song

loves no one

When the band finished the audience went up in ovation and you looked up to them before looking down to see Kelly, Blake, and Niall all standing and clapping. “Wow! Are you kidding me?”

“That is Maia Quinn.” Carson re-introduced. You looked down at Niall and screamed silently at him as the audience was still applauding. Niall was laughing because he was so shocked and proud. Niall pointed down to Blake who was next to him and clapping for you as well. “Oh my gosh!” Kelly still clapped for you. 

“Alright Blakes got something to say. We’ll get to you in a second cowboy.” Carson teased as looked down at Chance, “Insane. I didn't know you had that much control over your lower register. Very clear. Very distinct. Now everything you did that was high was just like- i don't know it was amazing. I don't know- what am I supposed to say to that?” you all laughed and put a hand to your heart.

“That was crazy!” Kelly exclaimed, “I mean the control Chance was talking about, the lower register, especially because you didn't stay up; that would have been a much easier choice, you came back down to this low moody tone, which is so cool and mysterious. I’m asked every time ‘who are you scared of on the other team?’ and I usually say no one. But i am very, very, very, scared of you.”

“Blake!” Carson moved on.

“If you don't put her through,” he turned and pointed to Niall who was now laughing and leaning in towards him. “You are not only fired from the show, you are not my son anymore!” Blake’s sternness made you laugh and send Niall into a fit of giggles. “I mean oh, my god. That was my favourite thing I've heard in a long time. I bet Kelly is wishing she didn't let you  go.” he looked down the line to see Kelly had thrown herself back in her chair.

“Oh don't remind me.” she groaned, “I'm not even going to acknowledge that because we all know she’s been team Niall since day one. Let's just forget I was ever her coach.” you all laughed as everyone faced Niall.

“Maia, that is by far your best performance. You know when you hear a unique voice on the radio and you know that that’s that person, you've got that, like, distinct tone to your voice that you don't hear often. I still have goosebumps from the performance. You absolutely nailed it Maia, I'm so proud of you. And I know you're gonna want to kill me for saying this, but I know the boys would be screaming for you if they were here right now.”

You put your face in your hands not sure what to do after that proclamation and you smiled big looking at Niall again. “I am so proud of you. There is so much more I want to say, but well done.”

“Thank you.” you smiled as Carson came back towards you and had the audience cheer for you as you walked off stage. You walked down the steps softly and in the direction of Niall who was waiting for you. “You absolutely smashed it.” you laughed into his neck. “It's all for you,” you whispered into his ear. The song choice, the meaning behind it. He knew, and that door was finally closing. “There's your best friend.” he pointed and you ran down to hug atticus.

“Are you her best friend?” Kelly asked Atticus when you had walked out. When he nodded with a smile she continued. “Oh, my God.” and Atticus laughed. “Are you just nervous as hell for her?” 

“Oo girl, I told her to catch me if I passed out.” Everyone laughed as he said, including Niall, because Atticus was so right. She was just that good.

“She might win the show.” Kelly announced to the rest of the judges. “Now we're talking.”

“And she's only 22, that's crazy.” Kelly shook her head in disbelief. “I know it's crazy. I met her when she was 19, and let me tell you, two majorly different people. My brain is all over the place.”

“Niall let me have her back.” Kelly laughed.

“No way.” he scoffed as the audience laughed

~~~~~~~~~

“Please welcome members of Team Niall.” Carson waved you guys in and you walked hand in hand up the stage. “Tasha, Michael, Ross, Ryley Tate, and Maia, stand with me now here, centre stage. Only two can represent Niall in our Top 8 live show. Before we get to your big decision, Coach…” 

“Oh god.”

“...what would you like to say to your team?” Carson asked, pointing to you guys.

“I can't tell you how fast my heart’s beating right now.” you saw the once bright blue eyes that were mixed with emotion, now dead with anxiety. “I just want to thank you all for everything and the fun that we’ve had as a team.” you knew he was remembering the night we all snuck into the studio and had a sleepover. “I had so much fun and i hope you guys did too.” you smiled at him as he looked across everyone one of you. “I'm so proud of you guys.” he finished and the small smile dropped at Carsons words.

“Niall, who is the first artist moving on?” 

Niall braced himself against the podium in front of him and let out a shaky breath. “Oh, god.” Seeing him in distress like this really put into perspective how emotional he was over this. “I feel like I could get it so wrong, but I can't go wrong with any of you. Thats why it’s so hard, you know?” he hummed to himself after he spoke to try and calm himself. “The first artist advancing to the lives is um,... Ryley Tate.”  you  screamed happily for him as he gave you a big hug rocking you both. “I'm so proud of you!” you told him and he hugged you a little tighter before you let go and sent him off to Niall who was waiting at the bottom of the steps.

You saw how Niall gripped Ryley and knew it was like Niall hugging his 16 year old self, it warmed your heart to see. When it all died down your nerves kicked back up. “ Alright Niall, this is it. Four of your artists remain. Unfortunately, there’s only one spot left in our Top 8. Who is the last artist moving on?” you held onto Ross’ hand and he squeezed your hand resting his head against yours. “God. i just can't reiterate how hard this is enough, um…” it really broke you to be on the other end of his stress. “I just have to go with gut. What I've seen through the weeks and what I've seen today…” he ran his fingertips through the front of his hair, a nervous tick you knew he didn't notice.

“The second artist advancing to the Lives is… Maia.” you let go of Ross’ hand and covered your face in your own. You turned to Ross who wrapped you in a hug before passing you down to everyone else.

You walked down the steps to see Niall looking at you with so much love and adoration. His hands grazed your waist sending heat where they touched as he slowly wrapped his arms around you. His hands couldn't find a resting place as they ran over your back until one came up close to your neck and the other wrapped around your waist. No words needed to be said, the hug said it all. Every emotion in your eyes seeped through each other's hands and into the other. 

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“Atticus…” you called your best friend. “I think I love him…..”

@youcan-nolonger-run @ravenclawdirectioner

@luxiorchive @maeflowers653

[hyenasheep]

Brainstorming random general Junkrat headcanons that i consider as an official canon at this point

I wrote this at 4 am cough

- mother issues, and not in the kinky way but like really bad espresso depresso mother issues. He's like a newborn duck who thinks that anything that comes near to him is his mother (also based of his voice lines i think he was an only child and probably lived only with his mom)

- he doesn't care about what he's wearing, dress, pants, skirts, like he's able to walk around in anything that isn't tight or scratchy

- he sees Roadhog as his father figure/older brother and they just kinda adopted each other without the paperwork (ALSO pls don't take this like I'm trying to shittalk on ppl who ship them, this is just my personal view on their relationship so pls don't yell at me or I'm gonna cry ;-;)

- you can't tell me that my boy doesn't have adhd and ptsd, like C'mon

- he's on aro/ace spectrum, he spend his entire life in wasteland so he's rather looking for family and friends than partner, at least not just a quick flirting etc.

- but I can also see him that something like a personal space doesn't exist for him (he's extremely hungry for any physical touch like someone hug him already holy hell) i feel like he doesn't really understand social interactions (kinnie moment) . Idk how to describe it but like imagine he would randomly walk to you and gave you flowers or smth, just trying to be friendly not realizing smn could interpret it differently

- but also he has no idea what flirting is, like u could hit on him for months and he would be for the entire time like :) 🧍‍♀️"love ya too mate" while patting your head

- he actually can draw pretty well, like the concepts he drew for his bombs etc? He has such a clean lineart holy shit

- hardcore/trash punk and kpop/classic 2000s pop, nothing else.

- literally the biggest fan boy (a little meow meow u can say), Lucio? listens to his music non-stop, Hammond? has his stuffed animals and signed peg leg, Junker Queen? gosh, if he doesn't have at least one lunch box with her, I'm throwing hands than

- the pokémon sodas edition, he would love them, cherishem them, worship them, like if he loves pachimari u can't tell me he wouldn't love strawberry yagult pink soda with Mew on the can

- he's losing his hearing so he uses hearing aids (that he made himself ofc), also him and roadhog know sign language and using it pretty oftenly, during missions, when Junkrat's having a panic attack etc.

- so like ppl say he's egoistic but i think there's a huge difference between his ego and Junker Queens ego, she's very confident and sure about her role/look/skill etc. While Junkrat is more self-ironic and tries to hide that he is actually pretty insecure about pretty much everything

- can speak fluently many languages which always throws everyone off , like he just randomly starts speaking Chinese fluently in a middle of meeting or something, and everyone arevlooking at him like 🧍‍♀️

- shitty phantom pains, he may know how to build his prosthetics from a literal garbage but has no idea when it comes to take care of himself so he just curles up into a ball and sobbs

- he and Roadhog give each other manicures at least once a month, that's the only thing he can actually take care of

- unhealthy addiction to coffee and sweets (someone should take away the coffee machine he has in the workshop) (his teeth are rotten at this point)

- his sleep is more broken than the queuing system (haha funny), usually sleeping like 3 hours per day, that's why the coffee addiction

- if u would show him any kind of love he would start stuttering while trying to come up with smth funny, blushing, sweating and sit on the ground and think about life for the next 30 mins cuz of how much he's not used to being praised

- also my man is a huge emotional wreck, he's getting new emotion every 5 seconds

- honestly i can't decide if the only thing he ever read was a recipe on frozen dumplings or if he's the biggest nerd u can imagine who's walking around with Franz Kafka or Sigmund Freud while sipping his boba tea

- he's missing an eye - I read the theory that he doesn't have an eye and that his fake eye is actually the real treasure with a code or smth, and omg, im obsessed, yes, my boy is like a cool mad max pirate, absolutely canon, at least it would connect him to some actual lore in the story, he's just wobbling around for last 6 years just give him something already;-;

- he likes comics, i just think he likes to inconspicuously steal a new issue of Batman whenever they're pulling a heist

- you know those French toasts that are basically just normal bread soaked in condensed milk? that's his ass

[thecheckeredchaser]

Ch 4

Insured Gains

Chapter 5- Close Call

She found so many parts arousing and was having fun just thinking about the answer. When she did think about it it came down to so many aspects. The soft curves simply looked great to her. Bigger the better. Her eyes were thoroughly drawn to fat. She liked seeing fat guys enjoy big meals, and moaning from being so full. In a sadistic way, she guessed she liked that they had succumbed to their desires, addictions, weaknesses, and were dealing with the consequences. This is also where she could come in, perhaps a slight hero complex, and deliver the belly rub necessary to ease the pain, kisses to soothe the ego, and in the best case, an orgasm for confidence. The burping was a byproduct of being a greedy pig, and the sound of which was music to her ears. The fact that it embarrassed Jake so much to burp in front of her made her want it even more, which is why she brought him a fizzy drink to wash down his lunch. She also could not ignore the social politics of being fat. She liked that it was “bad” to be fat. People in general felt they could openly comment on a person’s weight and it created this tension where the commenter was going to get it handed to them, or the person whose weight is being noted has to accept that the person was rude to say anything but not wrong in their noticing. Alexis found joy in either scenario. She had held her breath when she saw that lawyer casually refer to Jake’s weight. She didn’t know how he would respond, and was highly satisfied with his response. She didn’t like that it bothered him, as he expressed to him, but did at the same time. She would hope if someone was blatantly disrespectful to him about it, he would punch them. She really wanted to see that. She had no doubt Jake could easily knock somebody out. “I couldn’t begin to explain to you Jake. Just know you are very naturally sexy,” Alexis said, reeling from her thoughts. He smiled and shook his head. “What?”

“You are just very interesting. In a good way.” Jake looked at her harder. “I would never have thought a week ago that we would be here, doing this?” he said in disbelief. “I obviously noticed how beautiful and sexy you were as soon as I saw you, and there were fleeting thoughts that found their way coming back to me. But, I kept thinking there was absolutely no way you would even be interested in me. I’m dealing with a divorce, basically because of my weight, and it was out of the question to consider getting in another relationship before I slimmed down again, especially with such a young woman.” Alexis’ eyes went wide.

“I’m sorry what? You are getting divorced… because of your weight?” She felt very protective of Jake. He seemed to be entertained by her surprise and shrugged.

“The wife did not appreciate it. No other way to slice it.” Alexis rolled her eyes and scoffed. She wanted to know so much more about his wife, soon-to-be-ex, but didn’t want to push him to talk about her too much. He seemed to bring her up on his own, which she thought was normal, as they were literally in the process of getting divorced. Especially considering they were engaging in activities she must have been very against.

“You must have been hungry after the meeting too,” she said, circling back.

“I think I was just so into the work. I was just picking at them,” he said, starting the second half of his sandwich.

“Picking pretty hard,” Alexis said. She examined how his belly pushed at his shirt. She wanted to see him without any shirt on at all, pretty badly, but was incredibly into his form being forced into the business attire required at work. And button downs were so unforgiving.

“You like teasing me a lot,” he said, chewing.

“A little bit. Does it bother you?” she asked.

“No. I’m getting used to it.” Jake was starting to slow down, and Alexis was worried he’d tap out. She looked at the clock and knew it would be reasonable to wrap up, as the end of the hour was coming.

“You look like you’re getting pretty full over there.”

“I really am. I might wrap the rest of this up,” he said, a little out of breath. “It is so delicious though.” Alexis got up and closed the blinds.

“I think you could do it,” she said, making her way over to him. Jake spun his chair towards her as she approached, not sure exactly what she would do next. Alexis looked over his belly, first with her eyes, and then inspecting him with her hands. “Such a big belly,” she cooed, stroking him across his bloated middle. Jake shuddered under her touch, eliciting a smirk from Alexis. “How about you give that soda a little chug,” she suggested. Jake looked at her, a little nervously, but excited. Jake looked up at Alexis who leaned against his desk. She bit her lip in anticipation. He put the bottle to his lips and started drinking from the bottle. After a few seconds, he went to lower the bottle, but Alexis put a gentle hand on the bottom and encouraged him to go a little longer. She finally let the bottle down, with a quarter left, and Jake breathed heavily, clearly trying not to let the gas fly out of him. She firmly patted his belly, and watched him struggle and fail to suppress his belches. Three burps croaking out of him after one another. He looked at Alexis, with lowered brows. “Mmm,” she moaned.

“You are doing that on purpose,” he said, clearly embarrassed.

“It’s sexy,” she said, shrugging. “You're a very cute little pig. And your burps are very hot.” Jake blinked at her.

“I guess I don’t have to be so apologetic about it then. Still feels very rude,” he confessed.

“But how does your belly feel?” she posed, kneading his belly some more.

“It feels a little less full.” Alexis picked up the sandwich and presented it to his mouth,which though hesitating, eagerly tore at the food. Jake devoured the rest of the sandwich in a flash, and Alexis was only disappointed that the moment didn’t last. Alexis found herself standing behind Jake, rubbing his shoulders and reaching down his chest, which was soft and plump, without being overly droopy. He finished his soda, and Alexis squeezed at the sides of his belly. Jake, enjoying the feeling of her hands on him, leaned into her touch and burped repeatedly.

“What a full piggy. Your big stuffed burps say it all Jake,” she said, lifting his belly a little off his lap.

“Ung,” he moaned. “That felt really good.” He said, closing his eyes and leaning his head back into her. She lifted his belly up again and gave it a little shake, causing him to burp again. “Hoof. I am stuffed. You sure you find me sexy? I feel like a slob.” Alexis spun him around and kissed him hard. Making it very clear how she found him, moaning into his mouth. Jake was left breathless when she finally pulled away. “Answered,” he gasped. She smiled at him and pinched his belly, which was not as pinchable with the food packed inside. Jake winked at her.

Both their eyes went wide when they heard the elevator door open. They didn’t share the floor with anyone of note, and the recycling and storage was on the other side of the space, so if someone was getting off, they were coming to see Jake. Alexis scrambled to the chair on the other side of the desk and put her laptop on her lap. Jake shifted in his seat, disposing of his lunch garbage quickly. He looked at Alexis, and the door on a circuit. Jake cleared his throat and called the guest at the door in, in response to their knock.

Alexis spun her head behind her to see Morgan Gibbs, who smiled pleasantly at her.

“Morgan,” Jake said, as cooly as he could. “I was just going over the Cedar case with Alexis. I was going to send you the briefing in a bit.”

“Very good. I heard it went well from the lawyers downstairs. You went head to head with Brian. He really does try to get everything he wants. Little does he know, we are better at that,” Morgan gave a boastful look to Alexis, who charmingly laughed along. She wanted to raise no alarms, and knew Gibbs liked to be hyped up, especially by young women.

“I just wanted to let you know I was leaving early for a tee time. If the building is burning down, people will be expecting you to put it out.”

“I certainly will.” Gibbs looked him over suspiciously.

“What is that look, Andrews? You seem so different this week.” Morgane looked at Alexis for confirmation. “Hasn’t he been extra bubbly this week?” Alexis failed in trying not to blush.

“I think I have noticed a little,” she said, agreeing with the senior partner, who appeared to think he had been what made her blush. He smiled and turned back to Jake, giving an ‘I told you so’ look. He noticed the donuts on his desk.

“Andrews. You must let me take one of these off your hands,” he said, motioning to the jelly filled donut.

“Of course. You are welcome to both,” Jake said, wanting to clear Morgan out of the room. He took the plate and bid the two farewell. Jake sighed when he heard the elevator doors close and looked at Alexis, with a relieved sigh.

“And then there were zero,” she said jokingly.

“There will be more treats in this office. I don’t doubt it.”

Ch 6

[aerick-cosmic-cauldron]

Worked one day as a Waiter/ Washing dishes/ moving shit around

It left me dead, im so physically weak... Like girl... I need to eat more omg.

Anyways imma start writing some mistakes i made and what to do to prevent them of happening again

1. As a waiter i almost burn a old granny. I was supposed to serve her hot water for her tea. i saw that the fucking tea pot was not closed correctly and instead of fixing it and just close it correctly i said to myself "bitch if they see me closing the shit rn they gonna be like: you should've closed it before you get near the people. and they gonna scream at me about it" So ikept going nervously and conflicted and served tea to the granny, but ofc the hot water started spilling, and almost burned the poor old woman.

Basically i just got lost in my head instead of focusing on making shit the right way, i just focused on how to not look incompetent, and someone almost got hurt by this shit. I instantly thought of how i did not play my part in trying to save my mom properly because i got lost in my head... I need to stop doing that. I need to ask help to other people if im emotionally unstable, i need to think and ask about others people's need before i do shit or don't do shit that may directly affects them somehow.

2. As i was moving heavy shit, someone asked me a favor and instead of saying "sorry I can't help I'm too busy" i said "sure lemme try" and then fucking forgot about it and let them hanging.

Bitch just fucking say no. If you say yes at least say something like "sorry i tried, but I'm afraid i cannot help" instead of vanishing and let them be waiting... Ugh so uneducated.

3. As a waiter, i went away from people too hardhly, i should have "it's great to hear, hope you enjoy it, excuse me" or some hsit like that

4. As i was washing the dishes, i waited too much time in pretending to not be scared and tired. And tried to push myself to the limit. I ended up acting extremely clumsy and very inefficient.

Bitch be more conscious of your needs, ask to go the bathroom if you're too nervous. Ask for food if you are hungry or demand a minute to go buy some. Stop pretending and posing bitch just ask on how to do shit and ask to receive instructions in small steps. Express your fear and anxiety to your coworkers so they know you are not just a dumb lazy bitch.

Now immma finish with positive shit

I got ahead of my coworkers and tested the chairs to see if they were opened properly, i was the only one who did it. I also got ahead off them when i went to pick a broom and was the only one who cleaned the floor after we moved heacy shit.

I saw tho very hot guys lifting heavy stuff, and they had deep voices and they had strong legs and i want one for me so bad omg. Anyways they were hot. I also ate a really nice sopu made by a hot guy, and i did thank him properly and in a cute/fag way.

I also made my coworkers laugh a lot by my absurd/grandiose sense of humor and silly jokes.

As waiter I redeemed myself of the clumsiness after eating and attending to my needs properly, one of my coworkers said "damn as soon as it got dark, you got fast" i said "oh yeah, when it gets dark i transform" i was thinking of sailor moon but these bitches laughed and talked about werewolfs and vampires and shit and i was like oh thats not- but well yess. And started feel confident and really impressed my coworkers with how fast i worked and how much i changed after lunch.

So yeah not everything was horrible, and mentally i was quite proud of myself for trying new shit. But also being scared and doing physical work left me exhausted vitch i slept for a while day to recover. Like i could not work in that shit every day. And pray for ppl who has no choice but to do so.

Today i cried about my mom, went to buy random shit to learn math and to decorate my room. And wrote this as the sun set...not the worst week I've had. And the hot guys really were a nice sight.

[crowleywowley]

Skirting | Jim Hopper X Reader

Summary: you wear a short skirt around Hop and he enjoys it, to say the least.

Rating: 18+!!!!!!! Minors DNI! Srsly

Warnings/tags: very smutty, basically porn with plot, afab genitalia description, brief mention of food, fingering, p in v sex, I think that’s it??

A/N: I’ve been in a bad writing slump recently, like I’ve got 4 different wips but I hate them all soooo I churned out this bad boy for everyone’s hopeful enjoyment. It’s not my best work, it’s not beta’d, but I hope u can all enjoy hopper going feral for a skirt :’)

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Jim Hopper did not consider himself a man of fashion. If he wasn’t wearing his uniform, he rotated between a variety of flannel shirts and plain tank tops, save for his one “exciting” pink and green patterned button down that he saved for special occasions. That said, he most certainly was not a man of women’s fashion; he’d attempted to buy El clothes all of one time before realizing he knew nothing about what a teenage girl is supposed to wear. It wasn’t something he ever paid attention to- in the last several years when he was with a woman, he was more focused on getting her clothes off as quickly and efficiently as possible. That’s when you walked into the picture.

Upon moving to Hawkins, you quickly realized you were a bit more… in style, so to speak, than a lot of the ladies in town. You couldn’t blame them, it was a small town and trends took about five years to make it out there, and being from a larger city, you had more access to current styles. When you’d first moved there, you received several pointed stares from some women in your office who thought you showed too much leg or wore blouses that were too “over the top”. It didn’t bother you too much, however. You wore what made you feel comfortable and didn’t plan on changing that about yourself any time soon.

This confidence was what made you catch Jim’s eye. When you’d started going on dates, he liked how you were bold in what you did, be it with your opinions, your fashion, or whatever else. It drew him in to you, made him want to keep learning more and more.

So now, as you approached his car, he felt a jolt of heat straight up his spine. You looked amazing, to say the least; a black, long-sleeved shirt with loose arms was tucked carefully into a plaid skirt, your signature black tights (the ones the older women from the office thought were too gaudy for daytime wear) hugging your legs beneath it, and your feet tucked into sharp black heels. You looked beautiful, otherworldly- you always did in his eyes. And though he’d never considered himself a man that cared about what women wore, the length of your skirt and the consequent stirring low in his belly made him reconsider that sentiment.

He had to remind himself to get a grip as he got out of the car to open the door for you.

“You tryin’ to kill me before we even have dinner?” He said with a laugh, unable to help raking his eyes over you.

“Keep it together, Hop. I’m hungry.” You responded playfully before leaning across the seat and placing a kiss on his cheek. You muttered out an apology as you wiped the lipstick your smooch had left on his cheek.

The truth was: you knew you looked good. You’d spent more time than you were willing to admit getting your hair just the way you like it and took extra care applying yourself makeup. You’d been saving this new skirt for a special occasion, and decided a nice dinner with your favorite guy was as good a time as any. It was short- shorter than you usually went for, stopping around the middle of your thigh. But it hugged your curves like it was made for you, and you for it. And not only did you know you looked good in it, you knew it would drive Hopper crazy.

You had to admit, he held himself together extremely well throughout the dinner, considering the way you not-so-discreetly rubbed his ankle with your foot the whole time. It was fun teasing him and seeing how far you could push, and having (one too many glasses of) wine in your system only made you bolder.

His shell was beginning to crack though- you noticed as soon as he walked you to your door.

“Come in for a nightcap?” You’d asked him sweetly, leaning against your door. You reached a hand out to grab his and idly played with his fingers.

You knew his answer before he responded. “Can’t say no when you look at me like that,” he smiled down at you as you unlocked your door.

He settled himself into the small couch in your living room while you prepared him a drink. When you returned, you sat opposite of him, crossing your legs.

“Dinner was delicious,” you made conversation, letting the man sip and hum in agreement.

Hopper was doing his best to stay respectful. He kept his eyes trained clearly on your face in between sips of his drink. He definitely did not notice the way your skirt rode up when you crossed one leg over another, revealing even more of your clothed leg to him. Definitely not.

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence for a bit before you set your glass down on the coffee table in front of you. As you scooted closer to him on the couch, he did the same and opened an arm to you. Settling into his side, you draped your legs over his.

“You really do look amazing tonight,” he said quietly, cheeks pinking with a slight embarrassment at being vulnerable.

You angled your head up to smile at him. “I’m glad you think so, I tried,” you admitted with a laugh.

He ran his hand slowly up and down your outer thigh, gliding easily over the nylon. “You don’t have to try at all. I always think you look nice.”

You couldn’t hold back anymore. You placed your palm on the side of his head and drew him in for a long, pressing kiss. He returned the sentiment, pushing his mouth against yours with the slightest hint of urgency. His hand slipped to the crook of your knees and adjusted your bodies so you were beneath him, and your legs were slotted together.

A pleased hum escaped your mouth at this position change. Your hands dragged along his scalp and tangled in the back of his hair, attempting to pull him closer. While the sex was great, these sorts of kisses were undeniably your favorite. They were passionate yet tender, holding all the weight of what was to come. He kissed you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered; if you were to ask him, he would probably say you were the only thing that mattered.

He pulled away from your mouth to bury himself in the space between your neck and shoulder. He pressed languid, open-mouth kisses to your neck that made your cheeks burn.

“Been wanting to get my hands on you since you walked to my car,” he told you in between kisses, his hand coming to rest on your hip.

You giggled at this. “Yeah baby?” Was all you managed, already becoming impatient with your need for more more more. “Wanna move to my bed?”

He removed himself from your neck to smile devilishly at you, letting you know he felt the same. “Thought you’d never ask,” he stood, offering you a hand. You hoped he didn’t notice the way you had to steady yourself, feeling sober from the alcohol but positively drunk on him.

You led him to your bedroom, flicking on the dim beside lamp before laying down. You held his hands in yours and tugged, but he remained standing for a moment.

Faintly, you felt embarrassed under his gaze. “What are you doing?” You asked sheepishly.

“Just… lookin’ at you. Pretty thing.”

The simple words did a number on you. It made your heart flutter and you tugged on his hands once more, desperate for his mouth again. This time he obliged and returned to his previous position with your legs slotted within each other.

You continued kissing like you had been on the couch, though now there was a higher sense of urgency. Your breathing had picked up and the kisses had become sloppier, tongues tangled together. As you laid there, you felt a hand slip between the two of you and tug on your blouse.

Sitting up slightly, you pulled the shirt over your head, revealing a sheer, lacy white bra. The way his breath hitched was not lost on you.

“Can I take these off?” He asked, moving his hand to run it along your upper thigh.

Once you’d replied with a breathy yes, please, he moved so he was on up his knees between your legs. He reached up within the skirt and found the top of the tights, then began pulling them along with your panties down your legs.

“So soft,” he murmured when your legs were bare for him.

You lifted your hips for him to pull the skirt off, but he stopped you. “No, leave it on, you look so good in it.”

Once again you found yourself flushed, unable to form proper sentences.

He ducked towards your chest, placing soft kisses on the top of your breast that wasn’t covered by the cups. Resting on one elbow, he moved his free hand to trace up your inner thigh. He was moving infuriatingly slowly, and the irony of the situation was enough to make you laugh. You’d spent all night teasing him, riling him up, only for him to end up getting you embarrassingly wet from his kisses and gentle touches. Though as soon as you felt him brush his middle finger over your center, you didn’t particularly care anymore.

“Fuck, so wet for me already?” He asked, looking up at you.

“What can I say,” you half laughed, half huffed.

He chuckled quietly at how flustered you were before dragging his knuckle through your wetness once more. He repeated this a few times, coating his finger before slowly sliding it into you. You inhaled sharply, and he watched your face with intensity as he moved the digit in and out, in and out. The obscene noise it made only served to make him impossibly harder, his erection straining against his jeans. He added his ring finger, reveling in the way you shuddered and let out a soft moan.

After what felt like an eternity on your end, he removed his fingers gently and offered them to you. Your eyes closed as you sucked on them gently, tasting yourself. When you finished, he stepped off the bed and you propped up on your elbows to watch him.

“Gimme a strip tease,” you mostly joked, head lolling to the side with a grin.

“You wish.” The man responded, tossing his discarded shirt to the side.

You couldn’t help the way you clenched around nothing watching him undo his belt and step out of his jeans. This was far from the first time you’d seen him nude, but every time you did, you were reminded of just how big he is. Free from the confines of his briefs, his cock stood tall and aching, and it was enough to make you feel lightheaded.

He returned to the bed, this time positioning himself so you caged him with your legs. He pushed your skirt up for better access, the fact that it remained on at all making you feel extra naughty. Leaning up to press a decidedly tender kiss compared to the nature of the situation to your mouth, he slid himself into you with a breathy gasp.

You sat like this for a moment, allowing yourself to adjust to the size of him. You locked your eyes onto his and placed your hands on his thick biceps before nodding a go-ahead.

He moved slowly at first, drawing out each pump. “Fuck.” He’d uttered, feeling the way you were so incredibly warm and tight around him.

Once he began picking up the pace, you were unable to contain the borderline-pornographic noises escaping your mouth. He was hitting so deep within you you were seeing stars. You couldn’t help raking your nails along the sides of his shoulders and the top of his back.

“You knew what you were doing, didn’t you?” He panted out. “Wearing that little skirt all night, knowing I’d wanna fuck you the second I saw it.”

You whined in response to the filth spewing from his lips. You loved when Hopper started rambling during sex.

His pace picked up once more, and by now he was drilling into you. The pressure in your lower stomach was starting to build, but you willed yourself you hold off and draw this out as long as you could.

“You know you drive me fuckin’ crazy,” he muttered, a hand slipping under the small of your back to lift your hips more.

With the new angle, you pressed your head further into the pillows. ��God-shit, Hop. Feels so good,” you rambled out.

Through his moans you heard a laugh. “I know it does baby. You feel, fuck, feel amazing,” he pressed his forehead to yours.

You moved a hand from his bicep down to your clit, circling it with enough pressure to make your eyes squeeze shut. When he noticed this, you felt his hips stutter and his pace falter.

“Touchin’ yourself for me, pretty girl?” He asked, pulling you even closer with the hand under your back.

“I’m so close baby,” your words come out rushed and breathy. In a different scenario you would’ve made fun of yourself for how corny you sounded, but you didn’t have it in you to care at this point.

He did his best to keep up his pace as he gently nudged your hand off of your clit and replaced it with his thumb. He circled gently, and you felt yourself flutter around him.

“That’s it, let go. I got you.” His tender assurances combined with the overwhelming sensation of his dick and hands were too much.

You came hard around him, a long, drawn out moan leaving your chest. Your back arched up and your vision went white, the only thing grounding you being your death grip on his bicep. He wasn’t far behind, giving you three solid, drawn pumps before finishing deep inside you. He was spewing more filth, though you couldn’t process anything he was saying with how hard you were reeling after your orgasm.

Once you’d both come down, still tangled in each other’s limbs, you laughed quietly.

“So I forgot to ask, did you like my new skirt?”

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[thisismysecondrodeo]

Dom Jason × Sub reader smut would be so hot if you're comfortable with that and then Jason being so adorably cute and caring during the aftercare

AN: I combined this prompt with a request for more of the "Getting Ready" blurb from @believemetheodore /@hardlyinteresting, there wasn’t originally going to be more buuuuuut I really did feel like there was some fun (read: sexy) ideas to explore

@believemetheodore I hope you don't mind that your request + anon's got explicit

Update: this whole time I thought this was Dom TED not Dom Jason....so sorry but too late now.

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Established Relationship, Date Night, Dom!Ted, sub!Reader, makeshift restraints, use of "good girl", use of "sir", kink color system, spanking, creampie, graphic descriptions of p-in-v sex, aftercare

Getting Ready (1) | Getting Off (3) | Getting Good (4) | Fic Masterlist

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Dinner was wonderful, a little bougie but delicious, and the four of you passed your dishes around to each other, laughing and chatting. You had chosen to sit across from Ted, thinking you’d have a better chance of keeping your hands to yourself, but it only made it easier for the two of you to cut your eyes at each other. A smirk from you when Ted described his meal as “finger-lickin' good,” a raised eyebrow from him when Keeley asked if the two of you would be joining her and Roy for a nightcap at the bar next door and you told her that you and Ted had plans. 

As dinner came to a close, you brushed a kiss on Ted’s cheek as you rounded the table and told him you just needed to run to the bathroom before you left. Keeley joined you and touched up her lipstick while you were in the stall.

“I love your dress, where’d you get it babe?” Keeley called from the sinks and you chuckled as you exited the stall and answered. 

“I don’t know actually, Ted bought it for me.” 

“Jesus, Ted knows how to dress a woman,” Keeley exclaimed. “I mean I love the gifts I get from Roy, but if I let him dress me I’d look funeral-ready. Like, for my own funeral. That dress is gorgeous. You’re not coming out with us because you’re going to shag him fucking silly aren’t you?” 

You blushed, but nodded confidently, sliding a hand down the silky material. “What better reward for a job well done?” 

“I’ve seen how he’s been looking at you tonight,” Keeley smirked as she held the door open for you. “Like you’re a rare steak and he’s a hungry lion. Which is saying something because he usually has such panda energy.” 

“Oh my Ted’s a teddy bear,” you joked to Keeley as the two of you approached your dates. You leaned into her ear to add quietly, “afterwards.” 

You couldn’t remember the ride home, considering you spent much of it with your eyes closed, your lips slotting against each other’s repeatedly. The two of you tried to keep things relatively appropriate, considering you were in the back of an Uber, but it was getting difficult to restrain what you’d been feeling since Ted had helped you slide into your dress. He pressed close to your back as you unlocked the door and you shuddered, couldn’t wait for him to slide it back off. 

The two of you hurried into the bedroom but then slowed, the anticipation thick in the air. You knew Ted could be a tease but you also knew he was as wound up as you were and you thought the two of you were on the same page about fast and hard. But instead you removed your heels and watched with bated breath as Ted shrugged off his jacket and unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt to roll them up his forearm. Casually, as if the two of you were just about to cook dinner or play a game, something far from what you had in mind for the evening. He kept his face impassive, and moved to loosening his tie, the two of you still standing a good distance apart. 

You smiled sweetly at him, he really did look so handsome, especially with his sleeves rolled up like that emphasizing the tone of his forearms and the deftness of his long fingers. You twisted your own arm behind you to pull down the zipper of your dress, but Ted crossed into your space in two large steps, pulling your hand away by the wrist and looking down at you. 

“Now, darlin’ I’m not in the habit of letting other people unwrap my gifts,” Ted spoke calmly and you let out an involuntary whimper. A possessive, demanding Ted was rare but not at all unwelcome. He released your hand to finish removing his tie, not unknotting it, just slipping it over his head and smoothing his collar back down before he took both of your hands and slipped them through the neck, pulling the maroon material taut and restraining you. You’d done this before, you both liked it and you were both very aware that you could easily pull yourself free if you wanted to but you had no plans to do so. Ted still caught your eye to check-in and you nodded, so he placed both his hands on your hips and walked you back towards the bed, rucking your dress up before he helped you sit. 

You watched as his eyes trailed a path down your body before his hands followed it: one hand stroking down your shoulder as the other gripped lightly at the side of your neck, his thumb stroking along your jawline before it tugged your bottom lip from between your teeth. You licked at the pad of his thumb and he smirked as he slid it slowly between your lips and you sucked. 

“Good girl,” he said softly, meaningfully and you moaned. The hand not at your mouth traced along your collarbone and then down to your center, pressing lightly against the dampness of your underwear and you gasped. “You know, all I could think about at dinner was gettin’ you home and out of this lovely dress. But gosh, sweetheart you look so good I think it’s only right I make you come apart while you’re still in it.” As he spoke he shifted your underwear to the side and began gliding his middle finger against you, making slick, obscene noises. You released his thumb fully and threw your head back, relishing in the gentle touch but needing more. 

“Is that okay with you?” Ted asked, not stopping his motions and you nodded.

“Yes.” 

He quickly moved his hand to the back of your neck, his fingers weaving into your hair and pulling your head back down to meet his gaze. Your eyes shot open at the slight show of force and you were met with his blown pupils, his hungry expression. 

“Yes sir,” he demanded. 

“Yes sir,” you repeated breathlessly and as soon as the words left your mouth he slid two fingers inside you, working you up embarrassingly fast. He was wasting no time bringing you to the edge and began using his thumb to circle your clit. Your hands still restrained in front of you and his hand still supporting your neck meant you were left to do nothing but moan and beg for him to make you cum. It was his words that did it, his body leaning in close so he could speak directly into your ear, “Be good and cum for me, darlin’.” 

“FUCK,” you called out, your eyes slamming shut as you came hard against Ted’s fingers. He kissed along your neck and jaw whispering praises against your skin as you came back down and you quickly tilted your head to capture his lips with yours as he took his fingers away. Normally when you and Ted were in this space, him taking on a more dominating role, you would ask permission first but you needed to express the love you felt for him and he could tell, meeting you eagerly. 

Ted leaned back, taking your face in his hands. “You’re so good for me. You okay? Color?” 

“I’m perfect, green,” you paused and looked up at him seriously. “Thank you, sir.” 

Ted groaned and kissed you again as he loosened the tie from your wrists before he pulled you to standing. He reached around and unzipped the dress finally, letting it fall to the floor. You gestured to Ted’s buttons, “Can I?”

Ted nodded, stood still and let you unbutton his shirt and pull it from his pants. He shrugged the shirt off his shoulders and you fell to your knees to undo his pants. Ted watched for a moment, letting you pull his boxers down but stopping you from putting your mouth on him by lifting your chin up with his pointer finger. 

“As wonderful as that pretty little mouth of yours would be, I just can’t wait darlin’. Bed. Face down.” 

You were giddy as you scrambled to follow Ted’s instructions. It might seem like it was all for him when the two of you did this, but he knew how much you loved having him pressed against your back, being able to feel him deep inside of you as you reached behind you to grip his hair, holding him close so he could kiss against your neck. He stepped out of his remaining clothes at the side of the bed and climbed up behind you, stroking his hands along your sides with light teasing touches, but making no move to enter you, even though his arousal was obvious. 

“Please Ted,” you whined, wiggling against him. 

“Oh, not sir?” Ted chuckled darkly before bringing a hand down sharply on your ass, everything feeling more intense when you couldn’t see each other’s eyes. 

You yelped but there was a smile in your voice when you responded, “Oh, is that the game we’re playing?”

“Depends,” Ted kissed your shoulder, “color?”

“Green,” you said immediately and he brought his hand down again, making you whimper, before he pushed inside you. 

The stretch of him was perfection and so was the weight of him against you and the grip he had on your hip that would certainly leave marks in the morning. His other hand was wrapped around your waist, pinned between your body and the bed so he could press against your clit with every stroke. The two of you were so worked up from the teasing that had started well before dinner that you knew neither of you would last long. You could feel your orgasm creeping up on you, but it still caught both you and Ted by surprise, the sudden constriction of your muscles making Ted curse in your ear as you cried out.  

After a few more strokes, Ted groaned, “I’m close, baby.” He shifted like he was going to move off of you and you pulled his hair hard to keep him in place. 

“Come inside me, please,” you whined. Even you couldn’t believe that a third peak was steadily approaching, but you knew Ted coming inside you would absolutely send you over the edge. Ted caught you by surprise when he brought his hand down against you again. “Come inside me, please, sir,” you begged and Ted immediately picked up his pace again, slamming into you as the two of you moaned and whined in unison until Ted’s release, followed almost instantly by your own. 

Ted pulled out slowly but didn’t move away, turning onto his side and tucking you into his chest to be his little spoon. 

“You okay, baby? You were so good for me. So good,” Ted whispered, stroking his hands lovingly along your side. 

“Mmm,” you smiled, “so were you. You’re always so good.” You reached for Ted’s hand and brought his knuckles up to your lips. “Thank you for a beautiful dress, and a fantastic evening, my love.” 

“Oh, trust me the pleasure is all mine,” Ted laughed before pulling away slightly. You turned in his arms to face him and he kissed you sweetly. “Wanna get a shower with me? Or want me to clean you up here?”

It was your usual routine, and he took it seriously. The care Ted took with you after you’d been submissive for him was almost as rewarding as the orgasms he gave you. 

“Bath, please?” 

“You got it angel,” Ted kissed you once more before he left to run the bath and you followed behind him after a few minutes to find that he’d managed to not only run a warm, sweet smelling bath in that time but also light a number of candles. He smiled at you and held out a hand to help you into the tub, and you slid forward so he could sit behind you. He washed your body carefully, telling you everything he liked about it as he did. 

Ted toweled you off when the two of you were done, humming a familiar tune as he moved around you, dropping to his knees to dry off your legs. He dressed himself quickly before helping you into a set of clean pajamas and you wrapped your arms around his neck, tucking your head under his chin and letting him sway you gently, still humming. 

“You take very good care of me, Ted,” you whispered sleepily against his chest. 

“Thank you for lettin’ me,” Ted said quietly, pressing a kiss against your temple as he swayed you over to the bed and helped you under the covers.

<- Getting Ready | Getting Off ->

[merakiui]

Imagine a reader whose going into a commission and thinking everything was easy and feeling so cocky about it as well, and it WAS going well. She was winning and they were losing. Soon they were all on the ground beneath her and instead of finishing them off like most would do she was making fun of them and telling them now pathetic they were. But as she was talking, another guy in the group was right behind her and immediately grabbed, her which clearly made her panic, and the panic only got worst once the others starting getting up too she started stuttering out excuses like "I-I was just messing with you!" and "Hey come on guys we can talk about this..!" , while just squirming around in their grasp. But there's no way they were gonna believe that. After their struggle they thought they deserved something in return

If you couldn't tell in the end reader ends up getting nonconned by like 4-5 different (fatui, nobushi, whatever you want pick) and is just crying out the same apologies, really couldn't keep the same energy.

But just the concept of a really cocky trickster like reader getting put in her place by the same people she was talking down to <3

also can I be taki anon

(cw: nsfw, non-con, female reader, misogyny, pregnancy mention, degradation, loss of virginity)

The way you break so fast the moment inescapable danger presents itself is truly delectable. It’s almost adorable how much you struggle and plead, hoping whatever meaningless apologies you spout will be enough to garner forgiveness. You’re trapped in his strong grasp and squirming does nothing other than add to your humiliation. The others are getting up now, exchanging amused looks as they ponder what to do with you. For someone who was making fun of them so vocally, you’re begging an awful lot now. What happened to your fighting spirit? Don’t you want to mess with them some more? 

You’re lucky you’re cute, otherwise they’d just end you here and be done with it. Their words cut into you like salt on wounds that have yet to form. Your clothes are torn and shredded, exposing your nudity to their hungry eyes. It’s so embarrassing and you can’t help but tear up at the sheer frustration of being so powerless. One of them is behind you, large, calloused hands pinning your wrists down while another grabs your ankles and spreads your legs so that they can get a look at your pussy. You’re struggling with more force now, attempting in vain to shut your legs and cower from their judgmental stares.

“Not so confident now, are you?” one of them spits, whistling at the sight of you spread out before him. 

“What was that about us being pathetic?” another teases, running a rough finger along your side, tracing your ribs in warning. You shudder under his touch, repulsion creeping up your spine. “You really think you’re something, don’t you? You’re nothing but a bitch who needs to be put in her place.” 

“I was just kidding! I didn’t mean anything by it! T-That’s the truth!” Your eyes flick from face to face, frantically searching for any signs of sympathy among them. “So just...let me go and we can put this behind us.”

Your words earn you a cacophony of humorless chuckles. Any hope you might have had shrivels up the moment a hand slides up your thigh, fingers brushing along your folds. You freeze at the sounds of rustling fabric and struggle to free one of your legs, desperately crying out for someone—anyone—to help you. But no one’s around to hear your pleas; you’re stuck with these men. The one holding your ankles tightens his grip and you wince at the pain that races up your leg. You want to run away and hide—want to grab your weapon that’s just a few inches away from where you’re being pinned and defend yourself. But you can’t. You’re trapped.

As soon as he flicks your clit, you flinch, brought back to your senses by a horrible realization. They’re going to have their way with you and you’ll have no way out. It crashes down on you like a pile of heavy rocks, silencing any and all protests that were bubbling up in your throat. Horror reflects in your expression the minute you spy three of them pull their thick, veiny cocks out, stiff and hard in their hands as they languidly pump them. Another futile attempt at struggle has a weapon pointed at your neck, its sharpened blade glinting in the sunlight. You let out a tiny squeak of both fear and surprise, face contorting at the odd feeling of a finger forcing its way inside your dry cunt. 

“Hold on! Wait. Please wait—“ You choke on a gasp, involuntarily bucking your hips when he curls it inside you, gummy walls clenching by pure instinct. He chuckles at your reaction and thrusts two more fingers in before you can adjust. A noise you’ve never heard yourself make before slips past your lips, and you’re instantly overcome with an overwhelming sense of humiliation.

“You really thought you could beat us in a fight. You’re not that strong—not when your body’s telling us all we need to know,” you hear one of them say. You’re not quite sure who’s who anymore. Does it truly matter, though? They all have the same terrible intention. “You’re just a weak cockslut parading around with that snobby head of yours held high.”

“That’s not true! I wasn’t—hng!” You grit your teeth and force yourself to glare up at them with glassy eyes. Tears blur your vision, painting the lot of them in a bleary focus. “Please don’t do this. I... I’m a virgin so—“

“Even better!” The one scissoring his fingers inside your tight walls barks out a cruel laugh. “All the more reason to teach you a proper lesson, yeah? This is what happens to people like you—people who think they’re so great.”

“N-No... No, no—“

A moan falls from your lips, hardly restrained, when he starts to rub harsh circles against your clit. Your heart clenches, a bundle of tangled nerves, and you squirm uncomfortably. Heat is pooling in your stomach with every touch. The others have found various places on your body to get off on. One of them slides his dick between your thighs. Another forces his dick into your limp hand, ordering you to touch him or else the cold steel of his blade will draw blood. It practically does. A thin line dribbles from your neck; you can’t tell if it’s blood or sweat or your tears, but it’s slick against your skin. Another cock slides against your armpit, dragging along your skin with slow, gradual movements. 

All of the sensations that ought to be repulsive and unnerving crash into your logic and twist it up until you’re crying out in defeat, throwing your head back and squirting around his fingers. You’re utterly ashamed and exhausted as you come down from your high, chest heaving and face burning with heat. You want this to be over with. You want to finish this and never see these men ever again, so you try to bring them to their orgasms as quickly as possible.

But then, after he’s removed his fingers and has admired the slick that coats them, he’s tugging his cock free from his pants, the soft head kissing the entrance of your dripping pussy. Your energy comes back at once, fueled by pure fear.

“N-No! Wait a minute. Please hold on! I don’t want—y-you can’t do this!” You’re thrashing now, fingers wrapping around one of their cocks in a tight hold just as he thrusts up into your fist, while another forces you down, steadying you so that he can continue to rut against your arm. “Stop! Don’t—“

He doesn’t waste another second as he forces himself inside in one brutal thrust. The drag of his cock along your walls is so painful. You squeeze your eyes shut, hoping that all of this will disappear if you prevent yourself from looking.

“Too tight…” he mutters through a groan. “It’s a surprise no one’s claimed this pussy yet.”

“Take it out! I-It’s too big—I can’t…” You sniffle, weak under his grip. “Please... I’ll do anything.”

He laughs wryly. “Begging won’t work on us. Now shut up and be a good cumdump for us, okay?”

You’re not sure how long this torture goes on for, where you’re used as a toy for these despicable men. They cum all over your body, thick, white spatters that mark you as if you’re a blank canvas in need of paint. You’ve even managed to cum another time from the man’s brutal thrusts, the pain and pleasure combining into one sensation that sickens you. You can’t believe a small part of you is actually enjoying this, and you can’t help but sob as the man rutting against you from behind cums with a low grunt. 

“You’re really only good for one thing,” one of them says. His voice brings you back to your numb senses and you meet his half-lidded gaze as he smirks at you. His hips meet yours as he thrusts himself in deep, and you let out a strained wail as his cum fills you up, painting your walls white. “Letting us use your body like this…” He laughs through grit teeth. “Good luck fighting when you’re pregnant.”

You don’t have any energy to protest and all you can manage are a few quiet sniffles and sobs, desperate pleas that fall on deaf ears.

“We’re not done with you yet. You’re going to let us use you for as long as we want.” Rough thumbs swipe the tears from your eyes. “So stop whining and start sucking.” His tip presses against your pursed lips, and you have no choice but to obey.

If this doesn’t successfully break your spirit, you’re not sure what will. And you dread finding out.

[the-acid-pear]

I'm abnormal so I want to make a full post reasoning why I picked all the songs ^_^

1. The Boat Song by Amanda Palmer & Jason Webley

I actually have a whole fucking post showing my insane visions regarding deltarune and this song but the tl;dr is that it has strong snowgrave vibes and it starts w "my baby doll" and also religious imagery, heavy.

2. Poor Isaac by The Airborne Toxic Event

Unfortunately there's no why to this one. It's residual. This wasn't meant to be a Spamton playlist but it evolved into one and this was left over. Kind of like we still have extra teeth, you know?

3. Trouble by Bellstop

Singer says the streets used to be theirs, just like Spammy in their big shot era. They also lost their friends and any place in this world. There's also talk about returning it which in a way reminds me of Spamton in snowgrave stealing the kingdom ^_^

4. Biggering by The 88

C'mon. You never watched The Lorax?

Seriously though: it's a song about greed going from being okay with as little as he had (addispam) to needing more (big shot) and more and more (neo). There's also this sick animatic w it ! !

5. No Te Invité A Mi Cumpleaños by El Cuarteto De Nos

Well this is honestly mostly Vibes. But the song has a certain melancholic vibe to it (bc tavella is singing it LMAO te amo Santi) which stands out because it's meant to be a happy song, isn't it? They cut ties with this person, who they felt betrayed them, and they're not better, happier. They don't need them, their birthday is sooo much better without them.

And in a way, this also fits Spamton himself, with him being the person not invited, because they're described as being fake, a liar, and there's even the line of "tu pelo pasa de oscuro a castaño" which fits Spammy since he likely dyed his hair too (only other way around lol).

6. Where We Belong by Shayfer James

We are stepping into the songs that make me go "I have no idea what I meant by this". If I had to reverse ingeneer my epiphany, however, I'd say... perhaps the lines about overthrowing the king and picking apart the promised land made me think of Snowgrave.

7. Catharsis by AlicebanD

I'm not even going to lie to y'all the angel of self shipping influenced me to put this here. But the beginning lyrics fit him like a tee. Fake smiles, hungry and cold, full of debt, broken internally and externally...

8. Cadillac Car by Playboy Manbaby

This one's one of my favorites of the playlist, and a rather simple one, not too much with the lyrics. But the protagonist sounds like A Mess, but attempt to remain almost formal? Wearing a nice white dress and doing their hair...

And they fucking hate their boss, which, I mean, it really seems to be Spamton's case since he loved being a big shot for having freedom and shit.

9. Ven Aquí by Los Bunkers

ANOTHER ONE I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT I MEANT BY IT. I literally tried to read the lyrics and twist it and try to find the answer but I can't? My best guess is honestly Swatchton. But it'd be Spamvil?

10. Afraid by The Neighborhood

Finalmente me puse las pilas, this song I feel confident about being here ! ! ^_^

Protagonist is facing identity issues, fearing being simply replaced, and is confident in that all their friends hate them.

There's even the line "sell your soul, not your body" which lol, lmao.

11. Hands Free by Rare Americans

There's the mention of a King and a Queen, and fittingly enough only the queen is in possession of something modern like a phone.

This is a song about the cruelty of the place the protagonist lives in, merely attempting to survive, having given up on the possibility of receiving help. Felt it fit here!

Also, the final line about a disease around town well heh ........ you know I'm gonna bring up snowgrave again BBY 😎

11. Bubblegum Bitch by Marina & The Diamonds

Oh brother this song is so Big Shot era Spamton coded. So hollow, so superficial, so ambitious. She outright calls herself a doll. You'd even make an argument for there being a side of Swatchton to this too. 😳

12. 1989 by Mindless Self Indulgence

I think I heard this song along Spammy in a video but I'll be damned if I can find it. Either way, it's kinda close to 1997 innit? And it speaks about wanting to be in control yet not being the time for him yet. "My body's not even cold, my act is just getting old" I feel are perfect for him too because of his fall from grace and futile attempts to be someone once again.

13. Darlin' Love by The Haunted Windchimes

I looove this song for Spamton as an even ironic romantization of his relationship with the stranger on the phone, painting his obsessive dependency on whoever that was as this toxic romance. Especially because of the bridge mentioning futile attempts at calling on the tellyphone, even in the end where the protagonist's lover leaves despite his pleads, ending with him trying to still call her.

14. Creep by Radiohead

This one is actually not a personal epiphany! This is here because of this drawing here that made me go "omg it's true that is so him" so I added it LMAO

15. You're Nobody Till Somebody Wants You Dead by Saint Motel

I truly feel this is how Spamton feels from his end, even if it's really not true. It's that air of betrayal and just giving up in a highly competitive and aggressive environment such is a business one.

15. Dirty Imbecile by The Happy Fits

This one I feel fits Spamton in his Big Shot era, but this one shows the harsher side to it because even with a big business and fame and all he had he was still a sad and lonely little powerless man. I specially love "I'm smart, I'm tough, I'm bourgeoisie? And I'll play out this lie until I die.", the lyric video potential of this song is thru the ROOF ☝️😤

Did I ever share this? Anyway from one to ten how badly should I be put on a mental hospital?

[laurasstufff1]

Mr. almost-eight-times-world-champion. (4)

Credits for the gif to @l8tof1 !!!

Read the previous parts here!!: part 1 - part 2 - part 3

Summary: Yn is Angela’s daughter 👩‍👧, performance coach of Lewis Hamilton 🏋🏽. Let’s just say her relationship with the driver wasn’t as good as her mum’s 🙃. But there’s nothing a keener in the mountains 🏔 can’t fix, right?

Warnings: enemies to friends (?) 🙅🏼‍♀️/ 👩🏼‍❤️‍👨🏾, memories of Abu Dhabi 💔. YN and Lewis being mean 🙄 but Roscoe being cute 🥰. sorry before hand for the mistakes I might have done!! English is not my first language🙊! Also, this is suppose to be a three part story 3️⃣ !! I’m actually going to write two more chapters, so five part story 😆5️⃣

Word count: 4 K.

Enjoy!! 😘

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“Night Angela” Lewis said and got up too, following your mum with her phone in his hands. 

“You’re leaving too?!” You asked from the couch watching him leave.

“Nope. I’m going to look for the cables to watch in on the tv” he smirked at your furrowed eyebrows, but you didn’t say anything, instead you focused on the dog laying next to you. And thinking of Roscoe led you to think that he was always hungry and so you thought of food, getting up to get some late snacks. But don’t get too exited, snacks in the house of your mum consisted on carrots and hummus, thank God there were still some wine left from lunch. When you got to the living room you tuned off some lights, just to make the atmosphere more homely, perfect to remember an old video “I thought you weren’t coming back and it was just another joke of yours” you smiled watching him finally get in trying to untangle a cable while he sat on the sofa, Roscoe was the only barrier between you two. “Let me” you said taking the cables out of his hands to untangle it yourself without  giving him the chance to fight back. 

“I thought we agreed on starting all over again, YN, leaving the jokes behind” he rolled his eyes back “Are you trying to get me drunk?” He pointed at the bottle of wine and the glasses on the coffee table.

“I’m trying to get myself drunk Lewis, which is a different thing” you got up to plug the cable to the TV, hearing his chuckles from behind and the sound of the wine being poured into the glasses. But when you turned around you caught him “you’re staring at my arse again, Lewis” you laughed watching him grow shy “It’s okay, I’ve been working really hard on it. You can ask my mum”.

“Well in that case, you have beautiful arse” he said completely taken aback by the confidence his comment showed.

“Well thank you so much” you rapidly said as you headed back to the couch, not wanting to overthink his words.

“Ready??” He excitedly asked taking the control remote in his hands. You just nodded and he pressed play. 

Silverstone, 2015. You could read on the left side of the video. 

“Hi!!!!” A most younger you talked to the camera. 

“Oh God” you blushed covering your face with your hands, already dying form embarrassment. 

“No no no, watch it!” Lewis laughed  grabbing your hands to take them out of your face. He held your hands for a little bit longer that necessarily, but neither of you realized, maybe because you were too caught up in the video or just because it felt right, not awkward or forced. 

“Are you ready, YN” Lewis appeared out pf nowhere behind you. 

“Look at your hair!” you laughed pointing at the TV, only then letting go of his hand “Why would you think that was a good idea?” 

“It was in vogue!” He shouted annoyed. It just made you laugh harder, he got angry so easily.

"Well, come on, we’ll take that car” he pointed at a black Mercedes, throwing his arm around your shoulder in a friendly way as you smiled back at him. “I promise I’ll drive slow” he talked looking back the camera, where your mum was.

“That was the moment you fucked up” you looked at him, who smile at your comment with his eyes focused on the video. 

“It was your fault to think an F1 driver was going to go slow. With a fast car and in a circuit, come on YN, I thought you were smarter” he laughed while you just shook your head in disbelief. 

“Take care you two!” your mum yelled from behind the camera. She kept the camera focused on the sports car until it disappear in the circuit after the first corner, at at higher speed Lewis promised. 

“I was probably shouting at you at that moment” you laughed with your eyes still focused on the TV, thought you couldn’t even see the car anymore. 

“You started hitting my arm! I was the one shouting you to stop doing that while I was driving!” He yelled between laughs “I drove slower in the last corner anyways. Look” he pointed at the TV, where the Mercedes appeared at a much slower pace.

“I think I want to throw up” were the first words you pronounced after exiting the car with Lewis following behind. 

That was probably the first time you looked at him with that hate in your eyes. 

“That was the first time you looked at me like that” the driver confirmed looking at you once the video ended. 

“It wouldn’t definitely be the last” you said moving your head to look at him too “I should’ve vomit inside the car, on you” 

“Eww, that’s disgusting, YN” he bended to take his glass of wine, offering yours to you too. You took it, drink and kept on talking. 

“I think lying is more disgusting” you pointed out.

“It was just a little white lie” 

“But a lie anyways” you shrugged leaving the glass on the coffee table and focusing on the dog, who was peaceful snoring between you and Lewis. 

“Well I’m sorry. If it makes any difference, that was the only time I lied to you” 

“You lied to me this morning when you said you weren’t looking at my arse!” You laughed looking at him, who chuckled nervously like making you laugh more. “It’s okay. I forgive you” you said patting his leg in a completely innocent wayz. 

“Good” he smiled keeping his gaze focused on the hand in his leg. “What do we do now?” He asked leaning comfortable on the couch. “Drink that” you pointed to the glass of wine, finally removing your hand from his leg and only then realising your touch. Silence took over the place, only being interrupted by sips on the glasses of wine and Roscoe’s snores. 

“My head still hurts from the hit of this evening” the driver broke the silence and you almost choked with your wine remembering that funny moment.

“Let me see” you moved a little closer to him, your body was already touching Roscoe’s but the dog didn’t even seem to noticed. You changed the glass of wine to your left hand, and lifted your right to the back of his head, where he hit it before. “Does it hurt?” 

“A little” he hissed when you made pressure in his skin.

“Let me go get some painkillers before it gets worse or you won’t sleep tonight “ you were about to get up, but his voice and touch on your hand stoped you. 

“Don’t. I’m alright,  it doesn’t hurt that much” he reassurance you. 

“Well, alright. But don’t wake me up with your groaning at night if it hurts. Or Roscoe”

“Trust me, nothing can wake Roscoe up” both of you chuckled with that comment, but it was totally true. If his own scores couldn’t wake him up nothing could. 

“He’s such a good boy” you said caressing his soft fur with a gentle and slow hand. 

“Just like his owner” Lewis proudly said as he looked down at his dog too, only raising his yes when he finished pronouncing that words. You were already looking at him, with a curious look in your eyes that made him giggled. “It’s true!” he added “Dogs look like their owners!” And that got you thinking if he really looked like Roscoe. They definitely weren’t similar by their looks, by their physical appearance. Maybe the way of acting, the way of thinking if dogs ever thought. 

“Do you snores at nights too?” You asked out of the sudden keeping eye contact with him.

“Sometimes” he smirked without any kind of complexes, earning a laugh from you. Good to know, wasn’t it?

“Do you have a tattoo of him? Somewhere among so many?” you laughed as he looked for the drawing in his own skin, not even remembering himself.

“I think I don’t” he sounded surprised and you were too. So may tattoos in his skin and neither of his dog. “And what are you planning to get tattooed??? You said before you wanted a new one”

“A giraffe” you said without hesitation as you kept your gaze on him, who seemed surprised by your answer. “And I want it here” you pointed to the back of your head, in the nape.

“That place hurts kinda bad too” 

“I know” you shrugged “but it’s pretty isn’t it?” 

“Yeah, it is sexy” he said immediately regretting it as you asked about pretty, not about sexy. But damn, it really was  “And it’s a place you can’t see, you you won’t get tired of it. Plus you can hide it with your hair or t shirts or whatever” he tried to make you forget his comment and he did. Who would have told you a few days ago you were going to be listening to Lewis’s advices and actually noting them dow? “And can I ask you why a giraffe??” He asked looking really interested.

“Oooh, you don’t want to get there” a happy smile that you couldn’t really controlled formed in your lips, anticipating him how much you loved that animal or at least that topic. 

“Yeah I want. Why?” He asked again. 

“Well” you moved to face him crossing your legs under your boyd, accidentally hitting the dog, who moved to the corner of the couch. “They’re my favourite animal. No offense” you said looking to the poor dog who just wanting a peaceful sleep. “Have you seen their little horns? And the elegance of their looooong neck. They are just a wonder of nature” you kept on talking looking at Lewis but not really watching his smile, infected by yours “Also” you placed your hand on Lewis’s leg again, this time completely voluntary as you just wanted to gain his attention, though it wasn’t necessarily, he was already focused on you “they are the most peaceful animals in the  savannah, but sooo fast. They can run up to 35 mph, which is really fast if you ask me!” You excitedly talked as if you were a little girl explaining to an ignorant adult your favorite Disney film. 

“Definitely faster than Roscoe” Lewis laughed at his comment and you looked back to the sleepy dog. 

“Giraffes don’t sleep that much neither. Only around two hours a day. I don’t know if they snore though” you laughed, but curiosity burned inside you, maybe that was the only fact you didn’t know about your favourite animals. 

“We’ll have to go to a safari then” he chuckled, placing his hadn’t on top of yours when he said it. 

“OR google it. Though I prefer by far your idea” you smiled. And just when Lewis thought you were calmed, you talked again “Also did you know… giraffe’s hearts beats faster so that blood  can reach their brain. You know, because of the long neck”

“Where did you learn all of this?” He asked furrowing his eyebrows, a sight that always made you smile because you always thought Sir Lewis Hamilton knew it all. “You know the nights where you can’t sleep and start watching random videos on YouTube??” He just nodded with  a smile already knowing where you were heading “well, somehow I always ended up watching giraffes’s videos and I became obsessed with them, til the point I want one drawing in my skin. Forever” you managed to say in a yawn. “What time is it?” 

“It’s only 23.30. You’re like a nana, always going to bed so early. I wanted to watch a film or something”

“Well okay. But I maybe I end up like Roscoe in five minutes” both of you laughed watching the dog and Lewis got up to chose a film, only then you realized your hand was still on his leg.

“Let’s see!!!” Now the exited kid was him, except he was really choosing a Disney movie. “Have you ever seen Aladdin?” He asked looking back at the sofa, where you were waiting. 

“Of course I have! But I don’t mind watching it again!!” And so that’s what you did.

Lewis came back to the sofa running and jumping as a little exited happy kid, grabbing a blanket in his way there.

“You don’t know how much I missed this” he talked placing the blanket over your two bodies, that were now closer in order to share it. 

“And by ‘this’ you mean…?” You asked not really are of what he was talking about, keeping your eyes in the movie. But he looked at you.

“Just this. Being with a girl watching a movie at night. And nothing else” and when he said that you did look at him “you know… sometimes girls just want a bed and a famous man, and if I suggest anything else they even get mad” he said, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Well, just relax, because nothing like that is going to happen with me” you smiled and looked at the tv, but he kept on looking at you. 

Not more than ten minutes later you started head-butting. Your neck was already hurting and you thought it was time to go to bed. 

“You can lay here” Lewis suddenly said almost in a whisper like if he was reading your mind. You smiled and listened to him, leaning your head over his shoulder as you kept on watching the film until your eyes were too heavy to keep them open. 

*

You woke up hearing Roscoe’s steps in the wooden floors. As soon as you lifted your head to see the dog, your neck hurt like crazy, and you suddenly realised you were still on the couch, with a blanket over you. Even worse, when were about to got up, you couldn’t. No, your neck didn’t hurt that much, but Mr. almost-eight-times-world-champion’s arms were holding you tight, you were literally laying on top him, your legs intertwined at the end of the couch. It was actually nice of him, you used to fall from your bed quite often, but not if you had his secured arms around your waist. 

“Lewis” you didn’t say it as a whisper, but it was how it sounded with your morning voice. It didn’t made him get up, he didn’t even open his eyes. “Leeewiiis” You said a bit louder, hitting his chest softly with your hand.

“What?” He mumbled annoyed as if he was the one trying to get up and couldn’t.

“Let me go, please” you asked him politely first.

“Never” he tightened his hold on you and you laughed softly hitting his chest harder, thinking it was just another joke of him to annoy you. Little did you know…

“Seriously Lewis, my mum is going to come at any moment”.

“So what? It’s not like we’re naked, YN” He smiled even thought his eyes were still close.

“But I still need to pack my things, I have to leave today” you informed him and he became silent for a moment. Then he finally opened his eyes. “Good morning”.

“Where do you need to go?” He asked without even saying good morning to you too. 

“Home. I’ve got a job, you know?” Only then he let go of you and you could finally get up greeting the excitedly dog.

“What time is it?” He asked rubbing his eyes, still laying on the couch.

“Eight thirty” you answered as you walked to the kitchen, ready to drink so coffee and start your day. 

That was exactly what you were doing when Lewis entered the kitchen after changing to his gym clothes.

“Didn’t know you were leaving. I thought you were staying the last four days here” he said as he poured milk in his mug. 

“I wish” you laugh “But I really need to go back to the office” you mumbled sipping from your drink. He just nodded and kept on making breakfast until your mum came in. 

“Morning!” She shouted with her usual energy, both of you welcoming her with the same words. “I see you’re ready for training!” She talked to Lewis after kissing your temple. 

“Yep. Ready and steady” he nodded finishing his coffee.

“Good” your mum said making one for herself. “And you, young lady, everything packed???” “Nope” you said repeating the way Lewis answered her before, with that p at the end of the word. “I’ll do it now while you guys train” you informed. Angela nodded, but in reality she was doubting if she should ask a really specific question the she might regret. She did anyways.

“Where were you tonight? I didn’t feel neither you Lewis or Roscoe coming upstairs”. Of course your mum had a sixth sense to feel when you came into the house when you were a teenager, but it seemed like it haven’t disappear yet. “What?” She looked at Lewis when he choked on his coffee because of her question. 

“We fell asleep in the couch” you sincerely said, it wasn’t something you were ashamed to share with your mum, is not like if you made out with the driver.

“Oh! Pretty small couch, isn’t it?” She asked again trying to push the limits. 

“We watched the video and then Aladdin. And then we just felt asleep there” you shrugged “by the way, your phone is there” you pointed to the counter, in reality trying to change the subject, that was already becoming kinda uncomfortable. 

“With wine???” She kept on asking like if you were still 15 years old and she had to know everything. It was kinda your fault too, you always told her everything, but with Lewis you never were truly honest, knowing how important that driver was to her. 

“Nothing happened, Angela” Lewis, who was up until that moment listening to you both in silence, finally talked. 

“I wouldn’t be surprised if it did… Come on, be ready in five, kiddo!” She shouted already leaving the empty mug in the sink and a really blushed you and Lewis behind.

“I’ll go pack everything” you rapidly said after your mum left, coming up to your room and taking a shower before they came back to be able to say goodbye properly.

*

You heard the door shut just when you were finishing packing your clothes, everything except one t shirt.

“How is it going?” Your mum asked from the door frame as you heard water running, supposing it was Lewis.

“Good. Everything is packed already” you said turning around to see her come closer and pointing at the t shirt folded on the bed. “I want to give it to Lewis” you informed, surprising her.

“Oh! I see you finally resolved the differences between you two” she talked sitting on the bed, next to the t shirt that was folded there. 

“See, I don’t think there has ever be a difference between us both, mum. It was just the stupid fight in Silverstone, you know when he promised he would go slow. I didn’t even remembered it.” you laugh remembering the video. “Also I’m kinda jealous. You’re always with him traveling the world, not with me. And I’m not blaming you, it was just hard for me to understand growing up and I guess I just blamed Lewis for it”

“I know, YN. But you know it’s my job, it’s what I always wanted, and you can come with me whenever you want now that you get along with him and that isn’t an excuse anymore” she talked while you nodded, knowing that she was right “He told me about the tattoos”.

“Oh that was just- you know, yesterday night, the tattoos thing came up and the other day I showed him the one in my ribs and-“

“Hey, it’s okay” your mum laughed at your rambling. “It couldn’t always be a secret between us both”.

“I said it only to you because no one really asked, no one cared” you confessed sitting next to her on the bed.  “As you said, I’ve been always a lonely girl” you smiled remembering her words. 

“And Lewis cared?” She asked with her usual teasing, just the same as your. 

“It looked like it, and if he didn’t then he’s a good faker” you shrugged looking at your mum. 

“Nope, trust me, he’s not a good faker” she laughed. “Come on, I’ll help you take these downstairs” She got up and took your suitcase, you took your bag and the t shirt you wanted Lewis to keep.

But as soon as you stepped into the corridor, Lewis was already exiting his room, the dog following him close behind. He was the one who ended up taking everything downstair like a tru gentleman even thought your mum insisted not to. 

“You’re already leaving?” He asked once you reached downstairs.

“Isn’t it obvious?” You tease like the first day, looking down at your bags, the key of your car in your hands as you walked to the entry, exited the house and loaded the car. “So” you talked with your hands in the back pocket of your jeans, not being good at goodbyes. It was your mum the who hugged you first, in fact if she did it a bit harder she might have broke you into two. 

“Can’t breath can’t breath can’t breath” you barely pronounced making it look like if you were running out of air until she finally let you go. 

“My baby” she mumbled placing loads of kisses on your face as you rolled your eyes back, a sight that made Lewis laugh. Angela placed one more last kiss on your cheek and finally separate form you a little.

“You’re not coming to the tests in Barcelona??” Lewis guessed because of the the long goodbye hug, thought he already knew the answer, you never went, even to the races. 

“No” you denied with your head “I’ve got something for you” you handed him the t shirt under the staring look of your mum, who couldn’t hide her laugh, as well as Lewis. Yep, it was the t shirt of Max’s championship party. “I figured you might like to have it as a memory, I think you’re the only one who doesn’t have one” you shrugged making him laugh harder. 

“Well, thank you. But I think I might use it as a cloth to clean the dirt of the bicycle or something” he cheekily added making you laugh harder. 

“You can use it on Roscoe, it’s an extra small, I’m sure it’ll fit”

“No” he denied with his head in an extremely serious tone, hearing your laugh as you kneeled in front of him to pet his dog, mumbling words to the dog with that characteristic tone you always used and he could perfectly recognised as yours, both the dog and the owner. Then you got up and open your arms with a smile on your lips to hug him too.

“Bye Lewis” you mumbled in the crock of his neck as he hugged you as tight as you mum. “Take care of my mum, please”

“Of course. Will I see you at Bahrain??” He asked still with his arms around your waist and shoulders.

“Maybe” you playfully said breaking the hug, not before he placed a kiss on your forehead.  “Just so you know…that t shirt… it symbolized the past, the last season. And now I have a free hanger in my wardrobe, that’ll hopefully have your name by the end of the season, Mr. almost-eight-times-world-champion” you said patting his shoulder under his staring look and smile. He didn’t say anything, but hugged you again one last time before you got in the car. 

“Drive safe” your mum, who had been there the whole time, said and you nodded while you drove away, disappearing between the trees.

“I’m screwed Angela. So screwed” Lewis confessed, still looking at the spot where your car disappear.

“I know” she laughed getting inside the house, ready to face the last four days of preseason before the tests started.

part 5

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[pleasantanathema]

Sinful Hymns

Pairing: Erwin Smith x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Warnings: Hair pulling, some rough sex, sex on a desk, religious allusions, a dash of authority kink, no spoilers past early season 1

Word Count: 4k

A/N: In celebration of Season 4 of Attack on Titan airing today, here’s a fulfilled request for Commander Handsome 💕 Thank you so much to the anon who requested this, I had so much fun writing this!

           You couldn’t sleep. There was a nagging in your mind, shadowy visions of titans ascending mountains, climbing walls—the same nightmares that plagued you ever since you joined the scouts all those years ago. You found yourself in the showers, all alone scrubbing away your sins and torments. But even a cleansing couldn’t seem to quell your thoughts, so you roamed.

           The meandering halls of the old scout regiment headquarters were cold, musty, unwelcoming even with Levi’s cleaning. Glimmering lamp light under a cracked door caught your attention, the only light you’d seen while on your stroll.

           The Commander was still awake.

           You weren’t sure what compelled you to stop, to bring your knuckles to rap against the wood of the door. You’d once been quite close with Erwin, back when you were both cadets and working your way up the ranks, but he’d become quite elusive since becoming the Commander. You’d always been interested in him, found your gaze lingering on him a little too long when was around. There was some kind of irresistible, seductive pull towards him, like if you got close enough, he might let you explore the man under the armor. You wondered if he felt it, too, or if your lust was one-sided.

          You were just too curious about what would keep him awake at night. Maybe he struggled with the same miseries you did when the nights felt too dark.

          Tentatively, you slid past the open door.

          Blue eyes caught your movement, his handsome face tilting towards you from where it was seated in his palm.

          He whispered your name, smile tugging at his cheeks.

          “Commander Smith,” you acknowledged, “you’re up quite late.”

          “Seems I’m not the only one.” There was an amusement in his voice that you couldn’t quite place.

          He leaned back in his chair as you stayed in your place, a sudden rise of bashfulness making you bite at the inside of your lip. You were sure you were pestering him; you should’ve just wandered back to your room. Your feet were ready to move, heels pressed against the floor to turn and leave at his behest.

          “Is there something I can help you with?”

          “I—no, I just couldn’t sleep. Apologies, I shouldn’t have bothered you.”

          “No, you’re no bother. Rather, you’re quite a pleasant distraction at the moment,” he gestured to his desk, littered with paperwork and books opened to forgotten pages, “come in, shut the door behind you.”

           You did as you were so kindly told, clicking the door into place behind you before moving in closer. His office was warm, bathed in dim candlelight from the lamp on his desk, shadows being cast from the bookshelves that lined the walls. You noticed he was in only a white button-down and trousers, his ODM gear placed neatly on a chest behind where he sat.

          Your hands came to rest on the chair that was placed in front of his desk for his visitors. You remained standing, not quite ready to be so familiar as to just sit and talk with him. There was humor in his eyes as they scanned your figure, undoubtedly surprised to see you dressed so casually as well, simple pants and shirt being all you brought to wear after taking your late-night shower.

          “Tell me, what keeps you awake?”

           There were many answers to his question, but you erred on the side of simplicity.

           “Nightmares. What about you? What’s kept you awake tonight?”

            Erwin sighed, deep and heavy from his chest. You observed how his long fingers gripped at the armrest of his seat, knuckles white.

           “Letters. Demands from the Military Police to hand over the boy who turns into a titan, demands from royalty to execute him. But also my own curiosities. I’ve been reading to see if there are any records of anyone else like him.”

           “I see,” your tongue clicked behind your lips as you recognized the heaviness bound within his broad shoulders, “anything I can help you with?”

           He smiled fully then, white teeth curving against his pretty lips.

          “Like I said, you’re a welcome distraction. How have you been?”

           Again, there were too many ways to answer his question. But you couldn’t bring yourself to bring your burdens to him, not when he was already carrying the weight of the world upon his back.

          “Life isn’t as simple as it used to be,” not that living in this world had ever been easy.

          “No, I’m afraid it isn’t.”

           You caught an etching of the walls on his desk, details of Sina and Maria partially obscured by a leather-bound book, penciled in lines and notes scribbled around the paper’s edges. Something about it drew you in, had you moving to perch on the edge of his desk, one thigh crinkling pages of ink as your fingers deftly plucked at the drawing.

           He watched you with curiosity, eyebrows lifted as he brought a hand to his chin.

          Your nail traced against the charcoal lines, gaze scanning the comprehensive sketch of the rounded walls and the cities held within them.

         “My father used to think there was some kind of power within the walls; believed there was some unseen magic lingering within the stones to keep us safe…” you trailed off, the rest of your thoughts caught within your throat, “...I’m glad he wasn’t alive when the walls were breached, would’ve ruined the mystery for him.”

         “Was he a believer in the Church of the Walls?”

         “No,” you hummed softly, “just someone who thought there was more to the story.”

          Quite like yourself, you wanted to say, but left the words unspoken. You set the yellowing paper back on his desk, arms crossing.

          He rolled his shoulders in a quiet stretch, running a tired hand through his blonde undercut as he looked up at you. You’d always found him overwhelmingly handsome, the kind of man who changed the atmosphere of a room when he walked in. But there was always a warmth to him, like there was always something brewing, churning inside that enticing mind of his.

          “I never could understand how people could worship the walls,” he mused, shifting his weight forward, getting a little closer to where you were perched, “not when there are other, more...beautiful things to praise.”

          Heat crept up the back of your neck, your too-close proximity to him becoming all too apparent. But he kept getting closer.

          His hand found your knee, fingers trailing over the tight threads of your pants.

          The act seemed endearing, harmless, but the simple touch had your desire rearing its sordid head again. You felt emboldened, confidence swelling in your chest.

         “Then what would you worship, Erwin?”

         “I’m a man of too many sins, I doubt there’s any kind of faith that could bring me absolution.”

          Your fingers ached to touch him, your hand reaching toward his face before your mind could stop the movement. His cheek was warm, skin soft under the brush of your thumb.

          “I don’t believe that. There has to be something beautiful for you to admire…” you felt his fingers tighten against your leg, drifting higher up your thigh, pulling you in, bringing you closer.

          “I could start with you.”

          The tension snapped, splitting like a tightly strung cord between you. You heeded the call to be nearer, moving your hand to rest against his shoulder for balance as you took the initiative to settle yourself in his lap. For a moment, you worried that you pushed too far, that you’d invaded his personal space and made him uncomfortable. But those fears were battered quickly when eager hands took hold of your waist, palms spread wide as they trailed up your back.

          “I’ve always admired you from afar,” he was hushed, breath fanning over your neck, “but you’re much easier to worship up close.”

          You kissed him without a second thought. Years of attraction, of adoration, fueled your lips, your hands grasping at his jawline as he met your passion. His mouth slanted against yours ardently, impatient hands slipping under your shirt.

          You sucked in a sharp breath through your nose at the feel of his warm fingers ghosting up your skin, now suddenly very aware you hadn’t bothered to wear anything below your clothes—you thought you’d be returning to your room, not wandering into your Commander’s lap. You moaned into his mouth, his tongue slipping past your parted lips to taste you. You were overcome with too much, all your senses now flooding with Erwin, his scent, his touch, his entire being smothering you with all the attentions you had ever craved from him.

          His thumbs brushed the undersides of your breasts, a groan leaving his chest when you settled lower into his lap, your thighs draped over his own and your core pressed against his hardening cock.

          This wasn’t real—this couldn’t be real, surely you were caught up in one of your dreams again, but his lips against yours felt real, felt hungry, his large hands now cupping and holding the weight of your breasts within his hands. Your fingers carded through his hair, nails delicately raking through the roots to remind yourself that it was him, that this was real.

          “You taste like sin,” he praised, peppering kisses down the column of your throat.

          Any thought you had of replying disappeared when strong fingers pinched at your nipples, causing a heavy moan to fall out of your mouth as your head tilted back, allowing him more access to your neck. He plucked tenderly at your sensitive flesh, a noticeable smirk growing upon his lips as each tug and roll of your breasts had you gasping, whining. He quite liked that, it seemed, to be able to play you so easily.

          You mumbled curses into the air, eyes fluttering closed. You experimentally rolled your hips in his lap, an attempt to get a similar rise from him. He bared his teeth against your throat, canines nipping into your skin before pressing his lips down more forcefully, sucking and lapping at your neck. Heat bloomed from where his mouth met your body, a telling sign that you would have a mark there to remember him by. He was careful, choosing a supple spot below where the collar of your uniform would cover you tomorrow.

           Erwin’s hands released your aching breasts, moving down to grasp at the hem of your shirt.

          “Take this off,” he demanded, a string of saliva still connecting his lips to your neck.

           You dropped your hands from his hair, trailing down his broad chest before meeting his hands and pulling your shirt up over your head. It fell to the floor carelessly, the chill of the room making your skin pebble with gooseflesh.

           You took note of how his cheeks were flushed pink, blush faint across his elegant aquiline nose.

           His intimidating, icy eyes flickered up to you, making your own flush spread across your body. You felt like he was looking through you, reading your thoughts, hearing your internal screams for more. Then, his gaze fell back to your heaving breasts, hands greedily taking them again, lips wrapping around one of your nipples and making you whimper.

           You could feel his cock pressing against you now, harder and thicker than before, the ridge of it nestled against your throbbing cunt. You rolled yourself against it, delighted sounds leaving both of your mouths at the contact. His tongue swirled around your puckered nipple, teeth just barely daring to drag against your flesh. You buried your fingers into his shoulders, feeling his muscles tighten and then relax at your touch.

          “Oh-oh fuck, I—,”

          “You’re dripping,” he interrupted, one of his hands unclasping from your breast and drifting down your belly to rub at the damp spot between your legs, “I can feel you against me.”

           You shivered at the wanton touch, thighs clenching against his legs.

          “Did you come here tonight to seduce me?”

           He mumbled the words against your breast, tongue flattening against your nipple with a few long, heavy licks as his eyes flashed up to you, waiting for your response.

           “No, sir, I promise that wasn’t my,” you moaned as a thick finger slid against your clit through your clothes, “that wasn’t my intention.”

           His wet lips left your breast, coy smirk painting his face.

          “Shame, that was my plan the moment you stepped into my office.”

           You always did fall for his tricks; if only you’d known his hand against your thigh earlier wasn’t so harmless after all.

          “And how did this plan of yours end, Commander?”

           It still felt strange to call him by that title after so many years of calling him by his name, but there was something sensual about it, something alluring about his newfound authority.

           His hands were pushing at your hips, fingers crushing into your skin as he lifted you to move back.

          “With you bent over my desk.”

           It didn’t take him long to wrangle you into the position he so desired. His hands were unhurried, purposeful as he pushed you to stand, peeling your pants down your legs before pressing your face into the pile of papers on his desk. You felt so exposed, what with him being able to see your pussy on display from behind you while all you could focus on was his touch and the way the flame at the edge of his desk flickered.

           Erwin’s fingers spread the folds of your cunt, an appreciative hum sounding from his throat. You mewled at the touch, thighs shaking in your anticipation. The button to his pants popped softly, then you finally felt him, felt his hard, thick cock nudging at your entrance.

           Your hands crumpled a few pages as you searched for something to cling to. Your heart was pounding in your ears, suddenly all too aware that the Commander was still fully clothed, while you were laid out across his desk like a naked whore. One of his hands pulled at your hip, the other trailing down the expanse of your back.

           There was a boldness coming to life inside you at the realization that he’d wanted you the moment you appeared within his room.

           “Worth worshipping, Erwin?”

            You ate your words as he shoved himself inside you, stretching you to your limits as your body burned to accommodate his size. You cried out against the mass of papers, eyes blurring as pleasure burst across all of your nerve endings.

            He groaned at the feeling himself, both hands now digging into the meat of your hips.

            “Fuck,” you heard him breath in deep as he slid is cock out of you before slamming in again, “oh absolutely, darling.”

            You hadn’t heard Erwin curse before.

            But you didn’t have time to dwell on your thoughts, not with him now moving ruthlessly inside you, hips snapping against your ass with every sharp, deep thrust. Little sounds left your lips with every plunge, blissful tingles stemming from where your bodies were conjoined. You loved how you could feel the head of his fat cock dragging along your walls, thick veins throbbing under silken skin.

             You were far past believing this was a dream, now convinced you were actually in the sweet joys of a paradise beyond life.

             A coil of pleasure began to tighten within your lower stomach, hot and mean, like it was ready to tear and erupt with a rush of ecstasy. You moaned his name like a prayer, eyes closed tightly as you focused on the intensity of his cock thrusting inside you.

             You wouldn’t last long, not with the sinful hymns of his grunts and praises resounding behind you. His sounds were faint, but they were there, little rumbling of “so good, so tight,” kissing at your ears.

             God, you could die. You could die and live a happy, full life from this moment alone. You felt so whole with him inside you, felt coated with desire and praise like never before. There were bruises already forming from his grip, you could feel them, skin sore and burning beneath his massive hands.

             “You’re beautiful wrapped around my cock,” he voiced, tone deep and praising, brawny arm sweeping up your spine to fist in your hair. Your head jerked with his action, back arching as he pulled at you. You gasped at the discomfort, a dull ache forming from his too-tight grip. But the pain was overshadowed by the rivers of rapture running over your skin. Your breasts bounced with every thrust, your whole body rebounding like snapping elastic from his brutal behavior.

             The new angle had his cock slamming against that spot inside you that had your body going almost numb from the pleasure, white hot heat spreading over all your limbs, making your toes curl against the floor. You felt like you were fracturing, that thrilling tendril tightening in your belly to its breaking point. You could feel your walls sucking in his cock, your body pleading on its own.

             “Oh fuck, Commander—Erwin,” you were completely lost to the delirium, mind ruined.

            “I know,” he grunted, fingers stiffening in your hair, craning your neck back farther, “I feel you, you’re so—you’re so fucking tight.”

            You crashed down around him, your cunt clenching and pulsing in waves of euphoria, each crest making your lower muscles spasm. Your chin fell, your head only being held by the might of his hand, your brain so foggy with lust and release that you felt as if you had ascended the walls too quickly and fallen back down again. A fresh, euphoric jolt splintered down your body as he sheathed his cock fully into your depths, making your eyes flutter as your mouth opened in a glorious, blissed out state.

           Your body threatened to crumple against the desk, but he held you; the space between his palms and strong fingers was one of the safest places in the world, nothing could touch you if Erwin had you beneath his touch. The fierce tightening of your body sent him over the edge. Hot cum poured inside of you, making you cry out at the captivating feeling of being completely filled by him, the Commander’s seed pooling within your pussy. Your snug walls struggled to flutter around the girth of his cock, prolonging your orgasm and leaving you gasping for breath and basking in every dull thump of his cock inside of you.

           He gently let go of your hair, letting your spent body rest against the desk as he caught his breath. He smoothed his hands over your hips, a tinge of regret in his chest as he noticed the dark prints of his fingers etched into your skin. Erwin wasn’t used to letting go, to letting lust overtake him so mercilessly.

           You stirred after a few moments, straightening your back and finding your balance between your legs. Erwin enveloped you in his arms, hand against your cheek as he trailed his lips up your neck, capturing the side of your mouth with a fervent kiss.

          “Are you alright, darling?” Concern laced his tone, hand smoothing over your belly. You shuttered at the gentle touch, your skin cooling from sweat as you leaned back against his chest, cum sticky and crawling down your thighs.

           You still felt lost, like you were waking from the dark depths of slumber, his hands calling you to him. One palm wrapped around your neck, stroking at the column of your throat like he was helping you to find your breath.

          “Yes, yes I’m…,” you couldn’t think of the words to describe just how you felt. It was like you’d finally been cleansed, every grievous thought expunged from your mind, but also like you’d fallen back into the past, back into your daydreams of wishing Erwin would press you against the barracks wall and smothering his name from your mouth.

         “It is yes sir, to you, don’t forget I’m your superior now,” he teased between nips and kisses, a smile brushing against your skin.

         You turned in his arms, pressing your naked chest against his wrinkled shirt, the cotton soft against your breasts. You stood on your toes to try and match his height, molding your lips to his, stealing his grin and making it your own.

          “I could never forget, not with such a display of power,” you affirmed, seriousness apparent on your tongue. You knew he could take anything he wanted from you, and you were more than willing to lay yourself bare for him whenever he pleased.

          You expected there to be a stillness between you, a moment of reflection after such a callous coupling. But Erwin’s hands were greedy, selfish, cupping and kneading at the soft flesh of your ass, of the side of your breast. You were small in his shadow; a miniscule frame being devoured by a starved predator.

          “I want to see just how well you obey orders. Go to my quarters and wait for me, I’m not finished with you yet.”

           Your head nodded accordingly, your knees ready to kneel to the floor and gather your forgotten garments. But Erwin kept his fingers in your flesh, preventing you from moving from his hold when you tried.

           “Ah, I don’t think you need your clothing, not when you’ll just be shedding it again so soon.”

           There was a playful glint in his eyes, his eyebrows thoughtfully pressed together as he tried to gauge your response.

           “Erwin,” his hands cinched around your body, an acute reminder, “sir, I can’t...walk to your room naked.”

           He patted your backside before he sat back into the chair behind his desk, cock tucked neatly back into his pants. There was still a pretty blush tingeing his cheeks, his lips plump and dark pink from all their time spent sucking at your skin. You almost wanted to cover yourself under his scrutinizing gaze, icy irises roaming your body like a piece of art bought and hung on a wall for his viewing pleasure.

           “It’s late, there shouldn’t be anyone to find you,” he relaxed, arms crossing across his chest, “but, if you happen to be unfortunate, remind them that you are under your Commander’s orders.”

           Erwin took a sick delight in watching your eyes narrow at him, your lips pursing in slight irritation; but he knew you wouldn’t dare disobey him, you’d always been too good of a soldier for that, and now a promising plaything.

           He couldn’t help but survey your body as you walked towards the door, delicious curves and marks from his skin on an alluring display, his cum still flowing down your thighs. You’d be a blessed sight to anyone who got the privilege to see you on your journey to his sleeping quarters, a goddess floating down the corridors.

           You looked over your shoulder at him when you opened the door, catching his diligent gaze and matching it. He always thought you’d be amusing to toy with and you’d proven that with how easily you could match his intensity.

           “You shouldn’t be up so late, Commander Smith, nothing good happens after midnight.”

           He hid the smirk behind his hand as you left his office the same as you entered, only bare-skinned and with a new, more suitable destination.