#i'm going to keep submissions open for a while since i have work experience + eurovision next week

[mud-castle]

What would your Lion King prequel be like?

Funny you ask that considering I was actually thinking about it in the shower earlier. Girl, buckle up, cause I have soooo many thoughts.

I had some personal rules that was mostly to adhere to the story they were trying to tell, not the story I personally would've wanted. So that includes keeping Mufasa and Scar as unrelated, Kiros as the villain, the whole Milele plotline, etc. So let's get to it

Spoilers Obviously:

First thing I'd do is change Taka's name. Taka means "trash" which is a fucked up name first of all but second of all doesn't make sense since both of his parents love him. I'd name him either Askari, as a mild nod to The Lion Guard and because Scar could easily come as a nickname from it; Inkosi which also means "king"; or Takasa meaning "to purify."

Secondly, I'd make Taka worse. Not evil yet, but a very spoiled, manipulative brat with a soft spot for Mufasa. Taka suddenly becoming a master deceiver because his father once told him that kings have to lie sometimes makes no sense. So he's just like that. I actually imagine he gets it from his mother since she needs more character than just being good. I'd show him getting into trouble with the animals within his father's territory because of his entitlement with Mufasa often having to act as a mediator.

Taka desires and expects to be king. Full Stop. No "oh I wish I was normal and could hunt with my mother." Would he be an atrocious king? Absolutely, but that doesn't matter since it's what he's owed for being a prince. There would have to be a balancing act between Taka's better and worse traits to keep him somewhat sympathetic.

With that in mind, he never falls in love with Sarabi. He honestly doesn't care much for her. But he wants her as his queen since he's a prince and she's a princess so that's just kind of how it goes. I imagine a scene where Mufasa is trying to see his logic and he's like "but don't you think you should...idk...love... her?" And Taka just raises an eyebrow. Sarabi genuinely can't stand his ass.

Speaking of Sarabi, I'd give her some actual character. I want her to be Mufasa's opposite but also compliment him. So I'd make him very open towards new things and other animals from his experiences wandering with his parents as a cub and push Sarabi's pride and pragmatism up to 11. Sometimes he's right, sometimes she's right, but they learn from each other. I'd like a scene of them together near the end plotting and putting together everything they've learned from each other, working as a unit. I'm removing the weird super senses Mufasa had.

Mufasa dearly needs a character arc, so i'm just gonna go the simple route of him learning to stand up for himself and against Taka sometimes. he's very submissive considering he's lived most of his life under Obasi and tends to be very lenient as a result. He still acts as mediator even after the two have to run and often ends up in the middle of arguments while trying to keep the peace. Keeping his head down has kept him alive. He learns that that will not fly sometimes and someone needs to take a stand and that someone has to be him.

Also I'd keep Kiros as a cannibal, cause God knows he needs something interesting going on. He's a character who loves to play with his food. Instead of being frustrated, he's having the time of his life tracking them down to take care of loose ends (Taka and later Sarabi too). I'd move his son's death to later in the film so we have some time to see their dynamic and really understand why he's so enraged by his death.

Most major change I'd have though is adding more lions to the traveling group:

I don't like how there were already lions at the Pridelands when the whole point was that it was a fairy tale story to give hope. It's kind of weird that there were lions already chilling there, makes the end of the journey feel less impactful.

So I'm taking those lions and making them refugees of Kiros's destruction (he also has a LOT more lions than in the movie) found along the way. This includes Sarafina cause why not. Taka is fully against taking them along as some of them are injured and will slow them down. Sarabi, hating to agree with Taka, is also hesitant, especially since they're being tracked, but she's sympathetic. Mufasa says he'll take the blame if anything happens and helps them, showing his compassion and leadership.

Rafiki joins them as a healer. He's still completely unconcerned with being eaten when they meet, but he has enough of an initial use for them to be given an actual reason to spare him. I imagine Sarafina was one of the injured lions picked up and he simply says she won't make it if they eat him. Her wound is infected and she's growing slower and weaker by the day. Mufasa decides to believe the questionably sane baboon and Rafiki helps her which cements his place in the group.

Taka needs something to do too, so I'm gonna let him be the brains of the outfit. He has 0 leadership skills, but he does have a lot of good ideas. But he often needs Mufasa to actually execute it. Or worse, he needs the other lions which means he needs Mufasa to convince them on his behalf since he cannot ask nicely to save his life.

He doesn't turn into an incel when Sarabi chooses Mufasa cause wtf, but he does feel his authority slipping day by day as Mufasa shows himself to be more of a leader. He sort of "allows" Mufasa to have Sarabi and tells him as much in a bid for some control.

He doesn't betray them to Kiros cause wtf. Instead Mufasa, for the first time, gives him a firm no about something. Taka is stricken, then gets angry and careless and storms off in a blizzard where he trips and falls down a snowdrift near where Kiros is. He panics and runs, unable to cover his tracks as the snowstorm ends and leading them to where the group is heading. Taka knows it's most likely his fault they got caught but like hell he'll admit that.

Throughout the movie, Taka gets worse. More argumentative, more irritated, more angry, more insecure. He loves Mufasa, but that love only seems to be present so long as he's subservient to him. There are moments where Mufasa breaks through to him briefly, showing that he could change, but he just doesn't want to. Taka never really sees Mufasa as an equal, even if he never calls him a stray or anything like Obasi did.

Taka also gets the unfortunate experience of being pummeled and toyed with by Kiros in the battle for the Pridelands until Mufasa slams in, allowing Taka to run. Then it's Mufasa's turn to get beaten. It's up to Sarabi, with her having to convince Taka to help her, to save him. This is the singular time the two manage to work together. Putting their heads together, they manage to save Mufasa.

After the fight, Mufasa sees Taka, there's relief and gratitude in his eyes as he starts to limp to him. We see Taka's eyes soften just a bit and it seems like maybe he'll close the distance. Then the rest of the lions come to praise Mufasa for leading them this whole time and convincing them to get rid of Kiros. Taka slips off somewhere unnoticed, his pride more wounded than ever.

Mufasa shakes off the group as quick as he can, but not quick enough to see where Taka went. He finds him eventually in a cave and is wary about the whole king thing and confides in him. Taka never quite faces him, but in a nutshell he tells him that he might as well accept the title (it goes unsaid that they wouldn't give the position to Taka anyway, but it's very implied). Mufasa moves to make another attempt to connect with his brother. Taka promptly shoots him down, saying something like "you should run along, you wouldn't keep your subjects waiting."

Mufasa reluctantly takes the dismissal and leaves. Taka stares after him in the dark, his eyes brighter and greener than ever with pure envy. Then Mufasa roars and all is good.

Also Mufasa's mom is dead dead. I don't see the point in her being alive.

Also also, take out Timon, Pumbaa, and Zazu. I could not stand them.

[james-a-b]

the TATINOF experience

ok so. i've wanted to make a post about this for a While now; i feel like a lot of people don't really understand or appreciate how unprecedented TATINOF really was, and for me, watching it in Seattle in 2016, it was the best day of my life.

So here we go.

(I've put the rest below a readmore bc this is an 18 paragraph post lmao)

On March 26th, 2015, Dan and Phil revealed TABINOF via a trailer set in the distant future. The book itself was not entirely unprecedented- other youtubers had written and were writing books, but for the most part (at the time) these were either fictional works or serious biographies; TABINOF was a time capsule of Dan and Phil's youtube brand, and a glimpse into parts of their lives we hadn't seen yet. (For example; Phil's hamster breeding adventures) But tucked into the pages of the book in the trailer were a pair of tickets to The Amazing Tour Is Not On Fire. This was insane. No youtuber had ever gone on tour before, save perhaps for a few musicians; no one had done a stage show. No one knew what to expect.

And, as they asked the audience of each show not to share spoilers, most of us went on not knowing what to expect until we'd seen it ourselves.

I saw the show on June 18th, 2016, near the end of the US leg of the tour. I went in knowing three things:

There were set ways in which we the audience could participate: there was Crafty Corner, Weird Kid, Phone Support Hotline, and a 7 Second Challenge submission box. (I submitted art to Crafty Corner, and I was thrilled just knowing they'd see it)

The set was a giant microwave. What this meant, I could not imagine.

Everyone who'd already seen the show said it was incredible.

I remember having had a dream that I was at the show like a week before it actually happened, and I woke up just as the show was about to start in the dream because my brain couldn't come up with anything they might do onstage lmao.

I can't even begin to put into words how incredible the atmosphere was before the show even started. Phannies were lined up for two blocks outside the theatre, and I'd never felt so welcome anywhere in my life. The doors opened. I believe Cornelia was working the merch stand pre-show, though I don't remember for sure- I got a signed copy of TABINOF and then I took my seat.

The set was incredible, and the pre-show playlist was amazing. Everyone sang along to every song, and when Troye Sivan's Wild came on, everyone screamed. Seriously, if you've never looked at the pre-show playlist for TATINOF you should. Finally, All Star by Smash Mouth played. Everyone was singing along, and laughing because of course Dan put that in there, and then, halfway through the song, the music stops and the lights go out. Everyone screamed, and the opening sequence began to play on the microwave. I understand why they opted to edit that directly into the beginning of the recording, because it would've been a little difficult to see in the recording otherwise, but at the same time it hit so much better when it played directly on the microwave.

And then they came out on stage, and they were so much more awkward than I expected. Dan kept squatting slightly, like he was trying to be shorter, and Phil moved almost like a marionette. They said their hellos, and then they addressed the microwave being there, and the plot started to become apparent- Phil had microwaved his laptop.

I'm not going to get into too much detail on every bit of the show, because I've already written about eight paragraphs and I could write about twenty more going play-by-play through every aspect of the show, but that's not the point of this essay, so I'll attempt to keep things at least a little shorter than that.

The first truly unprecedented thing was when Dan said they were "having a bit of a domestic" when Phil said he couldn't get off the lion. This was the very first time they'd come anywhere near addressing the elephant in the room (their relationship) publicly since the V-day vid. Obviously, compared to the things they've said in 2024 (we've never fucked on youtube, etcetera), "we're having a bit of a domestic" is incredibly tame, but this was huge. Everyone screamed.

And then, shortly after, Phil started singing, and everyone screamed much louder. They did little songs all the time in baking videos or while playing the sims, but this was different. This was on stage, with a spotlight and everything. It was not a surprise to me when Dan cut Phil off; I thought the song was for sure a joke, that there was no way they'd come back to it (spoiler alert, they did).

And then there was the 7 Second Challenge bit, and Reasons Why Phil Was A Weird Kid, and Uncle Dan's Phone Support Hotline, and the PINOF 75 bit. And it was all weird and crazy and amazing. But the next thing I really want to focus on is Fanfiction Live.

Fanfiction Live was... absolutely insane. My show chose cowboys on the moon, and the script they wrote for it was.... so undeniably gay? Like. "Should Phil draw Dan like a French girl"? Are you kidding? This really happened???? They wrote this in 2015. Four years before they came out. This was so far beyond unprecedented. This was unthinkable.

And then, immediately following this insanity, they began Smashing Plates and then they were like "IT'S DIL" and by this point i was hoarse from screaming but when I tell you I screamed...

And then Dil said all those things about Dan feeling like nothing he did was worth anything, but that it meant a lot to Dil and to the audience, and that Phil felt like he had to change who he was to please others but that we appreciated him for who he is... I melted. It was a moment of such genuine honesty, and they'd saved my life, and I loved them so, so much.

And then Phil started singing again, and Dan didn't stop him, and Dan started singing too, and the song was so them, ironic yet genuine, and I was out of my mind because I couldn't believe they were Singing On Stage like that, like, they were youtubers. Not professional singers. No one asked or expected them to go that far. But they did it.

it was the best day of my life.

[hauntedwitch04]

Humor

James Potter x reader

Words: about 1.2k words

Warnings: some angst but than is totally fluff and happy

Author’s note: Hi everybody! Sorry to be this late, life is just being crazy right now. And I know it's not the first one I do like this, but it came out like this and I hope you like this.

P.s this is the result of a sleepy trip on the train to get at uni :), like every oneshot I'm writing btw ahahah

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DAY 8: "I have a skeleton in my closet." "Everyone has them, love." "No I mean literally."

Sometimes you stop to think how you ended up falling in love with your husband. Certainly James is an attractive, kind, funny man for sure and also very intelligent when he wants to be, but everything you have just listed about him belongs to five percent of the time, the rest of the time he is the equivalent of a petulant and constantly bored as well as hungry child, but in spite of this you cannot help but love him deeply. Part of you, however, that he is not yet ready for the future that awaits you, and you are afraid that he will not prove as adult as you expect him to be.

Now you are sitting at the table, enjoying dinner after a long tiring day at work, when he stops and looks at you.

"Honey can I tell you something? "He asks unsurely, and you nod as you swallow your food, knowing that you might spit out in surprise knowing him, since you already have.

"I have a skeleton in my closet." He says without half-measures, making your blood freeze in your veins for a moment. Then you think he's actually using a figure of speech and relax for a moment.

"Everyone has them, love." You say taking another bite of your dinner, but he stubbornly gets up and goes to the closet that is located not far from your dining table on which you are dining, right behind your back. He lays a hand on the doorknob and then turns back to you, looking at you with a very serious look.

"No, I mean literally." He continues as he opens the door, and suddenly a skeleton seems to fall forward toward you, ungainly laying his bony hand on your shoulder. You can't help but let out a cry, and jump from your chair toward the nearest door. Once you get the joke, you freeze and look at your husband so badly that you know you could easily set him on fire. Meanwhile he had started laughing, holding his stomach with his hand while also wiping tears from his eyes.

"You should have seen your face love." He says in laughter, but you just keep your stoic face before you speak.

"Sleep on the couch tonight." You condemn him before you leave the room, and he immediately realizing his mistake chases after you, apologizing.

"Love please wait, it wasn't for you the joke, it was for Sirius, but I wanted to see if it was actually scary, please don't be mad at me!" She screams, against the closed door of your bedroom.

"Then I tell you what, go sleep over at his place tonight." You answer him from the other side, now room of his childish attitudes. You know that actually by tomorrow you will have calmed down and forgiven him, but right now you can't do that yet.

He realizing that he must not bother you and must do what you are simply asking him to do, tries a little more apologizing before telling you that he would go to Sirius and Remus.

He has never seemed to experience a colder day than the one in James, despite the thick sweaters and jackets he wears. He feels naked in the wind, chills run through him but for the fear that he has made one mistake too many. He has made many foolish mistakes before, but you have always forgiven him after all, and he is afraid that this time you will not be able to.

He rings the intercom at his friends' apartment, looking to them for words of comfort, but after letting him into the house all they can say to him is insults.

"Ehy guys take it easy, okay I fucked up, but don't you guys think you're going a little overboard?" Potter asks, looking at the two boyfriends.

"That was exactly what she was afraid of when she told us, that you weren't mature enough, and you just proved it to her." Sirius finally says.

"Told what?" James asks curiously.

"Don't you know? He hasn't told you yet?" Remus asks in turn, even more surprised.

"Of course not, he didn't have the time between brilliant shit that James does." She replies to her fiancé as she closes her eyes and runs a hand over her tired face.

"Go home, apologize and ask her to tell you, you'll see for yourself what I mean." Sirius continues, mind almost literally kicking his best friend out of his house.

And so James finds himself after such a short time back at your bedroom door.

"Love, please talk to me." She says mind sits against the door, but there is no response from you.

"Please I didn't mean to, your mo too much to lose you over such bullshit, I would never forgive myself." He continues, but you still don't speak, even though you now also sit against the bedroom door, only that slab of wood divides you.

"Sirius told me you have something to tell me." You finally remember James, and you can't help but curse the elder Black.

So you get up and open the door, causing your husband, who is now looking down at you, to fall back against the floor.

"Your friend is just the person everyone dreams of having next door to keep a surprise." You say as I direct you to your closet, grabbing a fairly large box.

He looks at you confused as you place it on his lap.

"Open it." You tell him still a little angry and a little also scared about the reaction he might have to the news you are about to give him that will substantially change your lives.

He does as you instructed and removes the lid of the box showing a small children's broom with a tag.

<<To fly with you in the future. See you soon daddy.>>

James feels his breath stop in his throat as for a moment he feels something inside him break.

"Sirius helped me find the broom, but he shouldn't have told you that asshole." You explain as the andia consumes you, seeing him not saying or doing anything, but just staying to look at the object in the box.

"Is this a joke or is it the truth?" He asks at the end.

"Of course it's the truth, I have a much better sense of humor than you do, and tonight proved it." You comment before being tackled by a rib-cracking hug.

James begins to cry from happiness in your neck incabo and you can't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Are you happy then?" You ask, as you too begin to cry a little.

"Of course I'm happy, in fact I'm the happiest person in the world!" He replies before kissing you, you after a few minutes however break away from the kiss and say something that makes you both laugh.

"However, I hope he gets a sense of humor from me, that if he gets it from you we're doomed."

[dark-roleplay-finder]

{🥀🕊️} tldr about me; 24f she/her, novella multi-page writer, fantasy / zombie apocalypse / historical fiction, mxm & mxf and doubles-friendly, nsfw and dead dove friendly but will discuss limits and triggers, eastern time zone, plotting and worldbuilding heavy, discord pinterest and spotify are my best friends!

tldr looking for; heavily literate 18+ long-term rp partner, a lover of fantasy (fae, demons, dragons, chosen ones and dark lords, etc) or open to supernatural historical fiction or dark zombie-centric apocalyptic threads. replies preferably at minimum once a week, and please no ghosting–i am very understanding of real life and burnout so if we need breaks thats okay! discord + pinterest friendly, and must vibe ooc! romance is required, as well as being okay with lgbtq+ characters, dark themes, and nsfw content.

read below for more details if this sounds like your cup of tea~

hi friends, i’m 24f she/her, looking for someone similar in age (18+ required, absolutely no minors, preferably 20+) who loves fantasy, monsters, romance, and loooong lengthy replies. i’ve been writing for the past 15+ years with dreams of one day being published, and have been roleplaying for the past 10+ years, though i’ve been on an extended hiatus. i’m recently quit my job (living in EST) so my schedule is pretty open to start writing together! Even though i have a lot of new free time, i do have a partner and responsibilities, and am also aware of burnout, real life, and mental health so never be afraid to pull the breaks for a few days, weeks, or months if we need to but please communicate that. i almost exclusively write medieval high fantasy, but also enjoy historical fiction (absolutely nothing modern ie. 1930's onward) and lately have been into zombie apocalypses as i’m rewatching twd. i only work with originals, ocxoc, but am open to playing with a canon universe as long as we make it our own! i’m mainly looking for mxm and mxf romance since that’s what i have the most experience with, but i am lgbtq+ friendly. i prefer a partner who is open to writing a wide range of characters, not just female ocs or “submissive” types, just to ensure we keep the threads fresh for both of us. i’m more than happy to double and work on multiple threads as well. i like a heavy emphasis on troubled characters with real flaws, trauma, and their subsequent development, exploring interesting relationship dynamics both healthy and toxic, and extensive worldbuilding + magic systems. customized discord servers, fanart, headcanons, drawn maps of our worlds, couples playlists, pinterest boards–you name it, i love it and am here for it.

concepts in mind; while i don’t have any set plots, characters, or worlds (i generally enjoy figuring this out organically with my partner) there are some things that i like to write and cliches i love to see. Anything with fae, monsters, demons and witches, interesting takes on vampires + werewolves, i’m here for! i love fairytale retellings and mythology, and playing with religious motifs and inspiration (think paradise lost). themes of rebellion, war-torn kingdoms, corrupt monarchies, prophecies, racing against the clock to defeat eldritch world-ending monsters, dark overlords, magic always has a price, everyone is living on borrowed time just to name a few. when it comes to romance tropes, you can never go wrong with enemies to lovers, soulmates, forbidden romance, arranged/forced marriage, hidden identity, the hero falls for the villain. i foam at the mouth for soft ocs that snap and go feral, not a god’s chosen but a god’s cursed, the found family out of a band of ragtag misfits, complex villains who are actual people, i could literally go on for hours.

other tidbits; i don’t write canon characters or with fandoms, but i do enjoy my fair share of shows, books, and video games! i'm open to taking inspiration from any of them, so i’ll list a few if it helps give a better idea of what i’m into and possible interests we might share–

shows/movies: game of thrones + house of the dragon, outlander, the walking dead, pride and prejudice, stranger things, lotr, twilight

books: a court of thorns and roses + throne of glass, six of crows + shadow and bone, the night circus, and many more

games: animal crossing, legend of zelda, the sims, dragon age, stardew valley, the last of us

contact; if you are interested in any of this, like this post and i'll message you or comment with your discord username and i'll add you

Like this post and the asker will reach out!

[findyourrp]

{🥀🕊️} tldr about me; 24f she/her, novella multi-page writer, fantasy / zombie apocalypse / historical fiction, mxm & mxf and doubles-friendly, nsfw and dead dove friendly but will discuss limits and triggers, eastern time zone, plotting and worldbuilding heavy, discord pinterest and spotify are my best friends.

tldr looking for; heavily literate 18+ long-term rp partner, a lover of fantasy (fae, demons, dragons, chosen ones and dark lords, etc) or open to supernatural historical fiction or dark zombie-centric apocalyptic threads. replies preferably at minimum once a week, and please no ghosting–i am very understanding of real life and burnout so if we need breaks thats okay! discord + pinterest friendly, and must vibe ooc! romance is required, as well as being okay with lgbtq+ characters, dark themes, and nsfw content.

read below for more details if this sounds like your cup of tea~

hi friends, i’m 24f she/her, looking for someone similar in age (18+ required, absolutely no minors, preferably 20+) who loves fantasy, monsters, romance, and loooong lengthy replies. i’ve been writing for the past 15+ years with dreams of one day being published, and have been roleplaying for the past 10+ years, though i’ve been on an extended hiatus. i’m recently quit my job (living in EST) so my schedule is pretty open to start writing together! Even though i have a lot of new free time, i do have a partner and responsibilities, and am also aware of burnout, real life, and mental health so never be afraid to pull the breaks for a few days, weeks, or months if we need to but please communicate that. i almost exclusively write medieval high fantasy, but also enjoy historical fiction (absolutely nothing modern ie. 1930's onward) and lately have been into zombie apocalypses as i’m rewatching twd. i only work with originals, ocxoc, but am open to playing with a canon universe as long as we make it our own! i’m mainly looking for mxm and mxf romance since that’s what i have the most experience with, but i am lgbtq+ friendly. i prefer a partner who is open to writing a wide range of characters, not just female ocs or “submissive” types, just to ensure we keep the threads fresh for both of us. i’m more than happy to double and work on multiple threads as well. i like a heavy emphasis on troubled characters with real flaws, trauma, and their subsequent development, exploring interesting relationship dynamics both healthy and toxic, and extensive worldbuilding + magic systems. customized discord servers, fanart, headcanons, drawn maps of our worlds, couples playlists, pinterest boards–you name it, i love it and am here for it.

concepts in mind; while i don’t have any set plots, characters, or worlds (i generally enjoy figuring this out organically with my partner) there are some things that i like to write and cliches i love to see. Anything with fae, monsters, demons and witches, interesting takes on vampires + werewolves, i’m here for! i love fairytale retellings and mythology, and playing with religious motifs and inspiration (think paradise lost). themes of rebellion, war-torn kingdoms, corrupt monarchies, prophecies, racing against the clock to defeat eldritch world-ending monsters, dark overlords, magic always has a price, everyone is living on borrowed time just to name a few. when it comes to romance tropes, you can never go wrong with enemies to lovers, soulmates, forbidden romance, arranged/forced marriage, hidden identity, the hero falls for the villain. i foam at the mouth for soft ocs that snap and go feral, not a god’s chosen but a god’s cursed, the found family out of a band of ragtag misfits, complex villains who are actual people, i could literally go on for hours.

other tidbits; i do not write canon characters or with fandoms, but i do enjoy my fair share of shows, books, and video games! i'm open to taking inspiration from any of them, so i’ll list a few if it helps give a better idea of what i’m into and possible interests we might share–

shows/movies: game of thrones + house of the dragon, outlander, the walking dead, pride and prejudice, stranger things, lotr, twilight

books: a court of thorns and roses + throne of glass, six of crows + shadow and bone, the night circus, and many more

games: animal crossing, legend of zelda, the sims, dragon age, stardew valley, the last of us

contact; if you are interested in any of this, like this post and i'll message you or comment with your discord username and i'll add you

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[childside]

Little update of my life since the last time I rant here on 2017-ish(?), just for memories

Well, today is 2024 but let's recap :

2018

I dropped out of college (in my last year while preparing for final) because I need to work 9-5 job. Feels lonely and severely depressed. Financially struggled to support me and my mom, but at least I got to do something. My social anxiety was very bad too. Using mass transportation for daily commute was very exhausting. But well, I'm still alive. And then I think 2018 was the first year I tried to see a psychiatrist for my depression.

This year was pretty weird for me because it was the beginning of my "whore" phase lol. I started sleeping around, had one night stand here and there. And somehow I get into bdsm.

2019

This was the most entertaining year so far. I stop my anti depressant cold turkey, and it affects me so bad. So still depressing. And somehow I join bdsm community and identified myself as a submissive. And yeah, I got myself a partner as my Dom. So I'm in bdsm relationship. I was so obsessed with him and literally obsessed. Because he treated me so nicely. But we're in open relationship (which actually not my things because of I'm very jealous, but i signed the contract just because i dont wanna lose him).

And things get so much in my head and I have a breakdown, suicidal thought won't stop, so i came out to my mom about my mental issues and i admitted to psych ward. It was a memorable experience. Somehow I enjoyed being in that psych ward. Like a safe place.

But because I need to be there for like 2 - 3 weeks, I resigned from my work. My boss already had new secretary anyway. So yeah, I was suicidal, mentally ill, and jobless. And by the end of the year I was back psych ward for another 2 weeks.

2020

Covid era. Well, not really affect me since I was jobless and already in my room all day. Still jobless. Going out of my house only for psychotherapy, meds, and sleep over at my Dom place. Not much happened this year I guess. No psych ward. I try to cut my hair buzz cut. I love it.

2021

I get admitted to psych ward again. This was the very bad one. I really couldn't think straight, severely suicidal. But then the doctors try to create discussions between me and my mom. Things get pretty easy from there. Me and my mom finally in good terms. I get better I guess. But I still jobless and mentally ill. Got money support from friends and family tho. Not much but keep us hanging.

2022

I'm still obsessed with my Dom, but then he needs to get back to his hometown, so we barely meet and not much sleep over, we have to stay at the hotel if we want to do "stuff". I get back to drawing, especially digital drawing and food illustration just for fun. This year were great. Still jobless and mentally ill tho.

2023

Get back to psych ward. Not as severe as before. Low key just because I feel very insecure and jealous with my partner's new partner. It's annoyed me so much, I try to planned my suicide. Well, thankfully I'm still here. Nothing much happened after that. Still jobless and mentally ill.

But by the end of the year, I decided to "retired" from bdsm community and left twitter/x (this is where I meet people from community), and barely active at instagram. I just using tiktok now for the source of entertainment, along with Ao3 and Tumblr for fangirling purpose. I kinda less obsessed with my Dom somehow, and getting back to obsessed with series 9-1-1 and buddie. Oh and this band named Dogpark. I get really obsessed, and it was fun. It is fun. Like, Finally I'm back to fangirling era.

2024

It's still early for recap, but so far I'm still jobless and mentally ill.

Well, I hope I'm still here next year to recap my life.

[septemberadical]

I just mean- read between the lines, see from other perspectives, think outside the box, and acknowledge the historical context involved here.

That's the whole problem, when you can read between the lines of every statement, and even rape and murder becomes evidence of gods love then the words lose all meaning. The bible could literally say that homosexuality is a sin (which it does, repeatedly) and some Christians could 'read between the lines' and say, you know what, that is actually a morally repugnant view so I am going to interpret these passages differently (which they do, and for these exact reasons). I acknowledge that different Christian denominations interpret, re-interpret, and sometimes even ignore completely areas of the doctrine that they don't agree with, but then why bother with Christianity at all at that point? My argument was that you might as well say you get all your wisdom from a cardboard box because at this point you are just believing in whatever makes sense to you morally, completely outside of what your supposed god has ever said. Clearly, then, your morals don't come from that god since you need to twist his words around to justify your truly-held beliefs. Just throw the whole thing out and create a new doctrine, and while we we're at it let's get rid of all the stuff about creation because that's obviously not true, and Noah's arc, and most of the Old Testament really, and, well, the gospels weren't really written by the apostles so they're useless... See? What do you have left when you think outside the box? From where I'm standing, not much.

I never said women have a psychological or mental inferiority; note I didn’t say women were inferior to men, I said they were vulnerable. That word is important; implying that women are NOT inferior by some inherent reason, but the existence of patriarchy makes them vulnerable to terrible things in so many different aspects of life. A vulnerability that EXISTED before Judeo-Christianity. I didn’t say ALL women are naturally inclined to domestic life and motherhood. I’m not advocating for women to be FORCED to live this way; but the movement against this lifestyle is proof enough it has become taboo to be a woman who WANTS this.

Okay, now I'm confused. I opened my critique of your post with a question: "If men and women are equal why did god specifically proclaim women must be subservient to men?" Do you deny that god said this in Genesis, or do you deny that it's true? Appealing to your argument that I need to read between the lines, which lines should I be reading in between for that quote? Given that was my original question, I ask again, what makes it so women should be subservient to their husbands? What makes it natural or good, given god's proclamation that it should be so? You say that vulnerability is natural, but what about submission, which was my original question and the one that @rosiewitchescottage so kindly addressed and what I believed was a continuation of that debate? And if submission is natural, why is it women that must submit rather than men?

As per your vulnerability argument, I've cited these statistics from the WHO numerous times already, but I'll do so again, and remind you that 1 out of every 3 women will experience violence at the hands of men. The vast majority of these women will experience that violence at the hands of their partner. The very method you believe will protect vulnerable women will in actuality trap them in the house with their abusers, will advocate for them to not work outside the home (due, again, to their vulnerability), and focus simply on raising their children. The same argument has been made for centuries for everything about women from education to work to war to the presidency; women are too vulnerable to be out and about and in the world, to protect them we must shield them from that world. I, and many anti-violence advocates would agree, that it is a terrible plan for protecting women to keep them in the house and only serves to isolate them even more in insular home environments.

Men ALSO surrender themselves to their family, their responsibilities, and their duties. I stay at home with my son, my husband works. When he gets home, he changes diapers, and spends time with his son, and mommy gets a break.

Again, why aren't the roles reversed here? Why is it always women who are stay at home mothers while men go out and work? If you are making no judgements about the moral or psychological character of women or men, surely it should be an equal percentage of Christian fathers being at home with their children as mothers. I don't believe you think that's true. Why is a husband's role to go out and work, make his own money, and be an active member of society while women's role is staying at home to raise children? Again, you surely see the vulnerable position that puts women in - no money, fewer connections, and fewer opportunities? And if you are arguing that women are vulnerably simply from a physical standpoint, which is the only one I believe and there is evidence for, how does that justify the men outside, women inside dichotomy? Surely the increased muscle mass doesn't add much of an advantage for a desk job?

Once again I ask, if this is how I want to live my life in my OWN home, what is the problem? Where is the oppression?

You are advocating for a philosophy and a religion that argues women are safer when they are in the home, as established above. The opposition to your views comes in when you use religious doctrine and subsequent values to justify your beliefs. A fictional god who you fail to provide proof for, made the first woman from man's rib (impossible, and an inversion of how birth and creation of life actually works) and then said women should be subservient to men (apparently whether you believe that is up for debate, but we'll see how it goes) and you advocate that belief through a platform open to the public. You can personally do whatever you want, but don't expect others to agree with your philosophy and beliefs when you post them in a public forum.

Once again, you circle back to trying to get people to “prove their logic.” You do understand religion is purely an emotional belief, a spiritual understanding? That’s why that whole “logic” convo never ends with Christians, it goes in circles. You just can’t argue away faith. Otherwise Christianity would’ve died out a long while ago.

I don't believe that it's purely emotional, because you already said that the plain text reading of the bible is inaccurate. It requires interpretation and inference, and you have interpreted and inferred something from the text of your bible (i.e. that women belong in the home because of their vulnerability). This interpretation is entirely your own, other than the command that women belong in the home the whole vulnerability argument seems purely conjured. But why couldn't you go the other way and ignore the passages of the bible that argue for submission and vulnerability. For example, I want to argue that the feminist movement was preordained by god and is righteous, so I'm going to take this passage Numbers 22:28 “Then the Lord opened the mouth of the donkey, and she said to Balaam, “What have I done to you, that you have struck me these three times?” Now, this may seem like it's just a donkey talking, but in fact, it's a metaphor for women eventually becoming the mouth-piece of god (the donkey is a women, as you can see its referred to as 'she'). Women have been struck three times, a metaphor for domestic abuse and slavery, and now the lord comes into them and has the authority over man to teach him moral judgement, in the same way as the feminist movement has taught men morality in the 20th century. See? It's as easy as that! Why do you have faith in this specific interpretation of the bible? What's so special about it?

Centuries of these things that PREDATE Christianity! You believe ancient polytheists didn’t practice slavery, hit women, and commit acts of sexual violence? Why does Christianity take the blame for these evil acts?

I don't blame Christianity for the patriarchy, I believe it's simply a by-product of it. Christianity is a religion that worships a male creator god, subjugates women and out-groups, and violently persecutes dissenters - in almost every regard its the same as a polytheistic religion would be in a sexist society. Your god, however, personally committed some pretty heinous stuff and then bragged about it in the book you keep telling me I shouldn't really pay attention to for some reason. I have no qualms about saying the Zeus was a dick who raped and hurt people, but in terms of murder and mayhem your god is certainly winning, and by a lot. I believe all societies that treat women, minorities, the weak and the vulnerable, and outsiders badly are bad societies. And I believe your religion, which explicit teaches those things and justifies violent retribution and forceful conversion, is just another form of a bad society that deserves condemnation and rebuke.

With that last sentence, you seem to really lack perspective on just what the destruction of family structures can do to communities. The effects of this creates cyclic, generational trauma that conditions single parenthood, demonizing MOTHERS, disregarding the role of fathers, broken families, childhood neglect/abuse, and isolation as commonplace. At the end of the day, you are perpetuating further suffering of women and mothers. Or is it only women without children that matter, since having children is anti-feminist, in nature?

I made the point that based on the biblical idea of 'partnership' and vulnerability women have been forced to stay at home, be pumped full of children (and be denied birth control and abortions), and had limited legal rights. Are you arguing that the strides made to free women from this oppressive condition is actually bad because it leads to... single parenthood? Child abuse? I hate to break it to you but Christians are not exactly a moral authority on what does and does not stop child abuse. And to be honest, if I had the genuine belief that freeing a woman from an abusive and controlling 'partnership' would literally end the world, I would still do it, and happily. Also, I don't get the horror of single-parenthood, many of my friends (some moral, upstanding Christians like yourself) were raised in single parent households and turned out just fine. I don't believe having children is anti-feminist, I don't know how it could be, and would love to hear your reasoning.

You do realize, most of us “tradddfeemmss” are just women living their lives? I’m not forcefully converting anyone, my husband doesn’t beat me, and I’m not standing in the street with signs that say “WOMEN ARE INFERIOR, GET IN THE KITCHEN.” So what is it then? Why can’t feminism grant me the freedom to decide how I want to live my life, how I want to love, what to believe; a right everyone is equally entitled to?

I'm confused about why you're so upset? You posted on a public forum views about women and I responded to those views with civil discourse and sharing of opinion. Feminism is not supporting every woman in the world to do whatever they want, some of what individual women do is heinous and should not be condoned. You are not free from criticism for your beliefs, your choices, or your posts on a public website or in society. That being said, you have just as much power of choice to not respond to my critique of your post as you did to keep responding now, or to post it in the first place. You even have the power to block me and end this conversation, and if you think I am coming from a place of bad faith or it's too troublesome then please go right ahead. Fortunately, the arguments will still be there and my followers and yours can see them, and perhaps be inspired to look further and learn more.

I agree that there are religious institutions of all kind that partake in patriarchy and oppression; but to believe that the world before, and a world thereafter religion- is one of equality, feminism and peace, is extremely naive to the reality of who we really are as human beings.

I don't believe the world before Christianity was one of peace or equality, and I don't believe the world after it will be either unless we are vigilante in our thinking and take actions to improve the world as we know it. I appear to have a more optimistic view of humans than you do, I believe we are capable of great many things including peace and prosperity, and I see religion as one of the great dividers and inciters of violence in the world which is why I am so against it. Believing you can and should die for your god, and you will be rewarded greatly for that sacrifice, has marched millions into wars for fairly trivial reasons.

And fyi, there IS no world without religion- religion is human nature, in and of itself.

Source? Religion did not build the world, humans did. And I would argue more of our modern world has been built by secular science (engineering, biology, architecture, etc.) than by religion. Who says religion is human nature, anyway? God? That seems convenient for him.

[ssa-montgomery]

in my imagination, you're waitin' lyin' on your side (with your hands between your thighs)

Word Count: 6799

Summary: Y/N's sexual frustration over Daryl gets the best of her and she takes things into her own hands, but what she wasn't counting on was Daryl seeking her out mid-session.

Characters: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, smut, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, dirty talk, praise kink, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink, masturbation, reader is walked in on, orgasm control, orgasm denial/delay, begging, dom/sub, use of submissive terms (good girl), mention of scars.

A/N: Yet another request from @azanoni from my prompt requests and I had so much fun writing this! I had been looking for an excuse to write a fic with this premise for so long and it's finally here! I have to admit I had a bit of an excited freak out when I saw this request. I hope you all enjoy yet another Daryl fic! Please do keep the requests coming in :D

I apologise if you've seen this fic pop up on your timeline a couple of times today! I'm having some issues with it being hidden from the tags :/ Hoping a repost later in the day might help!

Prompt(s): "Shit I'm sorry I didn't mean to- I um should've knocked."

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Masterlist

The safety of the farm had quickly become one of your favourite places in the prison to spend your free time. Admittedly it wasn't much, just a few patches of land you'd managed to sow with help from Hershel's farming experience and the small few animal pens that had recently been built to house the horses and chickens found by the community but you found it peaceful there. Sometimes all you needed was an escape from the constant reminders of the broken thing the world beyond these fences had become and tending to the farm let you provide food for your people without ever having to go out on a run, the physical work in the soil helping to calm your mind. 

When you'd found Beth in your usual spot you offered to help her for the morning. That's how you found yourself kneeling in the dirt, digging around in the soil to pull loose the tangled roots of the weeds that had now started to show among the vegetables. The early autumn sun was warm against your skin while you worked out in the open but you didn't mind. The heat and easy conversation offered you an escape from the thoughts that had been plaguing your mind worse than usual since you woke that morning.

You were sure that by now your attraction to Daryl Dixon was no secret among the community of the prison, after all, you were far from shy about it. You'd developed a puppy dog crush on him that first day that he and the group welcomed you into the prison and it had only spiralled out of control since then. It was more than just butterflies and flushed cheeks every time you talked now, it was a need that had grown into something stronger, an undeniable pull towards the man.

Everyone that took the time to look in your direction was aware of the not-so-secret flirting on your end, the teasing comments you'd pester him with at every meal that would have him snapping at anyone that wasn't you. They'd all seen the subtle touches to his arms and shoulders, the longing stares whenever he was around. It was far from hidden but it seemed the only person who wasn't aware of your attraction was Daryl himself.

He remained oblivious to any and all of your attempts. No matter how much you tried to hint at what you really wanted from the archer it all seemed to fall on deaf ears as all you got in response were friendly but awkward compliments mumbled in return and nothing more. You hoped that it was him being unable to pick up on the social cues of your flirting and not that he was simply uninterested in you like that.

One of these days you were going to have a make a proper move on him. Something bold and obvious enough even to him, something that he wouldn't be able to deny that you wanted him anymore. Something that would finally show him what everyone else around you already saw but for now, you simply didn't have the courage. 

 You were lost in the thought of it, only being pulled back to reality by a low noise approaching the prison. You recognised it immediately, the rumble of tires as they rolled over the gravel. You had spent one too many days standing out here, waiting for that sound while you held your breath, waiting for the safe return of your people. You looked up from the clump of weeds in your hand to see the van Daryl and Rick had taken out that morning rolling to a stop just a few feet away from you.

There were certain spots in the fence that were growing weaker than anyone was comfortable with because of the number of walkers that had been attracted to the prison recently, the chain links threatening to give out under their weight as they pressed against it. Daryl and Rick headed out early that morning, tasked with finding the resources to reinforce the fence in any way they could. You watched as they exited the van one by one and your eyes locked on Daryl the second his feet hit the ground, following his movements as he made his way around the back of the van to release the door.

You leaned back sitting on your heels in the dirt as you slid off your gloves, watching Daryl bend over to try and pull one of the heavy wooden pallets they'd found on the scavenge from the van. From where you were sitting you couldn't see what they'd managed to bring home, Daryl's broad back blocking your view but you certainly weren't complaining. He leaned further into the back and propped one foot up onto the van trying to give himself some leverage as he reached for the back corner of the pallet sliding it towards Rick but in the process the movement made his shirt ride up, giving you the perfect view of his lower back.

You knew you shouldn't have let yourself indulge in this as much as you were but already you could feel that need you'd grown all too familiar with starting in the pit of your stomach. You couldn't tear your eyes away from the way the muscles in his shoulders moved under his skin, straining against the weight. No matter how much you tried to fight it your mind was starting to wander, imagining what those muscles would feel like under your hands, straining instead with the effort of holding himself above you. The Georgian sun had covered his skin in a thin layer of sweat and you couldn't help but wonder what he would look like sweating like that thanks to an entirely different heat. You pressed your thighs together, hoping to ease some of the desperation that seemed to have settled under your skin. 

The first couple of pallets were now stacked up on the ground next to Rick but Daryl could already feel the uncomfortable pull on his muscles with each pallet he pulled out. Apparently giving up on his current method of moving the pallets Daryl instead jumped up into the back of the van to push them out, finally catching a glimpse of you watching them from the farm. 

"Hi." He nodded his head in your direction, squinting his eyes against the sun as they lingered over you, realising that you weren't just watching them work you were staring at him with a certain intensity behind your eyes. For a moment it seemed like he was studying you.

"You boys need a hand there?" You offered as you cleared your throat and gestured towards the pallets, dropping your glove down into the dirt next to you, your original task long forgotten about already. You tried to mask your thoughts with an innocent smile in their direction but little did you know Daryl could already read you like an open book.

"Nah. All good 'ere." Daryl said with a shake of his head, making his hair fall down into his face. He turned his attention away from you again, saying something to Rick about getting Glenn to help with setting up the new protection on the walls but you couldn't shake the way he'd looked at you. You were a lost cause at this point, the inappropriate thoughts your mind was already supplying increased tenfold until they took over every other thought you had.

"I need a shower. Think I'm gonna turn in for the rest of the afternoon, I'm feelin' a little unwell. I'm sure it's just the heat, nothin' to worry about." You explained tripping over your words as you turned to Beth, quickly scrambling to your feet. You mumbled your thanks with a half-hearted wave in her direction, briefly aware of her well wishes as you made your way back towards the cell block but you'd already stopped listening. The only thing you could hear now was the thumping of your heart in your ears. It was more than likely just your imagination playing tricks on you but for a moment you could have sworn you felt Daryl's eyes following you as you retreated inside.

~~~

Your excuse to get out of helping on the farm wasn't entirely a lie, after being out there for hours you truly did need a shower. You started the stream of water and let out of sigh of relief as you stepped under it. You took your washcloth and scrubbed at the dirt that had settled in layers over your skin clinging to the sweat there. You hoped that the warm water running over your skin would calm your thoughts, washing your desperation down the drain with the dirt but unfortunately, it seemed to do just the opposite for you. It felt like your entire body was on edge, needing something, anything to quiet the feeling. You titled your head back, letting the warmth run over your skin as you finally let yourself give into one of the many fantasies you'd been harbouring recently.

Your mind wandered to the thought of what would happen if Daryl chose that exact moment to come inside from the heat, deciding that he needed a shower after the rough work of the supply run. Maybe he'd choose the same shower block as you, rounding the corner to see you with your back to him, standing naked under the stream of water as he took in the sight of your body. Your heart was picking up speed, threatening to beat out of your chest as your eyes closed letting you picture every detail of your fantasy perfectly.

You slowly ran your hand down your chest, groping at your breast as you imagined him stripping off to join you, his hands finding your waist the second he stepped under the water. The two of not sharing a word as he ran his fingers across your ribs, appreciating the feeling of your skin under his hands. You let out a content hum, so lost in the thought that you were practically able to feel the sensation of his lips on your neck, his body pressing against your back. Your hand moved lower, sliding across your stomach as you pretended it was his calloused fingertips touching you, the water pouring over you both as his hand glided lower and lower until he reached - 

You brought a hand up and quickly slammed off the water, letting out a harsh breath as you ripped yourself from your thoughts. It took you a second to regain your bearings before you stepped out of the shower and grabbed the towel you'd left out for yourself. You were willing to admit it wouldn't have been the first time you'd gotten off to the thought of Daryl but here wasn't the place for it. Privacy was just another thing on the ever-growing list of what you'd lost to the end of the world but the shower block was far too open for your liking. There was too much risk of someone other than Daryl actually walking in on you if you took too long and the thought made you shudder.

You quickly towelled yourself dry, leaving your hair still damp as you threw on the fresh clothes you'd gotten for yourself. You gathered up your old clothes that were now caked with dirt and dropped them into the laundry basket along with your towel to deal with later as you made your way back to your cell. The prison was more open plan than you'd like but at least here you had more privacy than anywhere else. There was a heavy blanket that you'd managed to scavenge pinned up over the bars that faced the main hall to provide you with a makeshift cover from the on-lookers in the prison.

The cellblock was quiet, everyone else still outside or in other parts of the prison working on their chores as you slipped inside your cell. The blanket fell back into place behind you and you carefully shifted it to cover any gaps you noticed, making it sure it would be impossible to see inside. Once you were done you kicked your shoes off to one side, collapsing back onto your bed with a heavy sigh. 

Your eyes fluttered shut as you tried to settle against the pillows, everything in your body itching for something more. It had been a long time since you'd been this frustrated. Since the fall of the world, you convinced yourself that sex was something that was just no longer a possibility for you but Daryl brought something primal out in you. No matter how much you tried to fight it when you were around him it felt like your entire body was on fire and every time you closed your eyes you could see him. This was one of those times where it simply was not going to go away by itself and you knew that. If you couldn't get a fix of the real thing you'd just have to take matters into your own hands.

The feeling of your clothes against your skin was becoming suffocating as you reached for the hem of your shirt, slipping it over your head. You let your fingertips run over the curve of your breasts before you undid your bra and dropped it off the bed to join your shirt, leaving you naked from the waist up. You took your time, letting yourself enjoy the feeling as you trailed featherlight touches up your stomach, the anticipation building until you finally reached your chest.

You cupped your breasts, groping at them while the palms of your hands rolled over your hardening nipples. The feeling made you arch your back into your touch, a soft groan falling from your lips. You repeated the movement, slowly working your body up to what you really needed as you felt the heat building between your legs. You toyed with your nipples, tracing around them in tight circles before pinching just enough for it to hurt. It wasn't enough you needed more and you needed it now, your thighs rubbing together as you searched for any kind of friction.

You dropped one hand down, fumbling with the button and zipper on your shorts to get them open. You didn't bother taking them off, instead slipping your hand under the waistband of your panties, running your middle finger through your folds to feel just how wet you were already. You were completely losing yourself to your thoughts now, trying to imagine how different it would feel if it was Daryl's hand shoved down the front of your panties instead of your own, drawing circles around your clit as he teased you.

You teased around your clit, letting the feeling flood through your body as you imagined the feeling of Daryl's rough hands against you pulling all the pleasure he wanted from your body, letting out a whimper at the thought. You slipped your hand downwards, finally slowly sliding two fingers inside yourself.

"Ah shit- Daryl-" You couldn't hold back the moan of Daryl's name that fell from your lips at the movement, your fingers easily pushing deep inside of you with how wet you already were. Your back arched off the bed as you set a steady pace, thrusting your fingers in rhyme with the circles your thumb was now tracing around your clit, drawing you closer and closer to the edge. All you could think about was how much better Daryl's fingers would feel inside you, how much thicker they would be as they stretched you out. You could feel that tension building in the pit of your stomach, threatening to snap if you continued the way you were, losing yourself in your fantasy.  

"Hey Y/N, heard ya callin' - shit I'm sorry didn't mean to - I um shoulda knocked." There was a second where you thought you were genuinely hearing things, so lost in the pleasure that you were actually starting to imagine Daryl's voice but the last rational part of yourself made your eyes snap open.

Daryl was standing by the entrance to your cell, frozen like a deer in headlights as he tried to figure out what exactly he was supposed to do in this situation, fumbling over any words he tried to get out of his mouth. He knew he should look away, give you your privacy and leave before this became even more awkward for either of you but his body was fighting him on it. He tried to leave but instead, his body stepped further into your cell, acting on instinct as he let the blanket fall back into place behind him. His eyes were trained on you, focused on the movement of your hand that hadn't stopped.

"Daryl I-" There was still a part of you that wanted to try and explain yourself to him but there was no explanation, no hiding what exactly you were doing. In the end, the other part of you won, the part of you that only had one thought on her mind. His name came out as more of a broken moan than you'd intended and you could see the hard-set look in his eyes at the sweet sound.

You couldn't help yourself, starting to thrust your fingers inside of yourself harder than before as you saw just how hard he was trying to hold himself back. You were testing his resolve, letting out gasps and pants as you waited to see how long it would take before he broke, finally giving in to what you both wanted. You'd come this far and you couldn't stop now. "Are you goin' to just stand there or are you goin' to help?"

Your words seemed to break Daryl out of his trance, finally answering his internal battle as his eyes snapped from your hand up to meet your gaze. You let out a broken moan, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip as your fingers brushed over your g-spot, holding eye contact with him the entire time.

"Nah." His voice was gravelly, already laced with lust as the look in his eyes turned to something darker, as if something inside of him shifted, something that spelt trouble for you. He was no longer frozen in place, instead walking over to your desk to pull out the chair, angling it in a way that would let him see all of you before he dropped down into it. He nodded his head towards your hand buried in your shorts and you could see the smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.  "Nah I ain't helpin' ya. Ya started this, ya can finished it too. Looks like ya were doin' just fine without me." 

"Fuck." You whined out realising what you'd just gotten yourself into. It only served to turn you on even more, the pool between your legs growing threatening to drip down your thighs as your thrusts picked up speed. It was driving you crazy to know Daryl was sitting only a few feet away watching you get yourself off to the thought of him. You should have felt embarrassed about being caught but you were too far beyond it. Your hips bucked up to meet your hand thrust for thrust, the feeling overwhelming you but still as good as it felt you needed more. You needed to feel Daryl. Needed his hand on you as he took over control and made you come in a way you never could make yourself. "I want you to touch me please."

"Yer lil' fantasy seemed to be servin' ya just fine before I walked in." He hummed leaning forward in his seat, resting his elbows on his knees as he watched every one of your movements closely. He dropped his hand to his lap, adjusting the growing buldge in his jeans as he shifted his legs apart. "Take off yer shorts. Panties too. Let me see ya." 

You clung to his every word, wanting to give him everything he asked for in hopes that it would get you what you wanted. You pushed your clothes down your legs with your free hand, not wanting to stop the feeling coursing through your veins for a second. Once they reached your ankles you kicked them off to the side, spreading your legs further apart. It gave your fingers more room to reach deeper inside of you and Daryl now had the perfect view as they slid in and out of you.

Part of you was still convinced this wasn't real, just some kind of fever dream you'd completely yourself to. You had waited so long for him to finally make a move, to finally show you he felt the same way about you and now here he was. You knew you wouldn't fully believe it until he touched you, until you could feel his hands on your heated skin and it didn't seem like he was giving you that any time soon.

"Look at ya, all spread out, lettin' me watch ya fuck yerself. Such a pretty pussy when yer all stretched out on yer fingers like that. Bet I could stretch ya better, is that what ya want huh?" His voice was low, almost a growl as he shifted forward, moving even closer to you like he couldn't help himself. Like there was an invisible force between the two of you pulling him closer and closer. He was staying quiet, still in control enough to make sure his words couldn't be heard if someone happened to walk by outside but there was something about the way he whispered, his voice rumbling rough and low that send a spark up your spine. "Bet that's what ya want. For me to come over there and fuck yer pussy good. Are yer fingers not good enough anymore darlin'?" 

"I want to feel you Daryl please." You pleaded, your voice sounding like a broken mess even to your own ears. Each gasp for air became a strangled moan or cry of his name as you drew closer to your orgasm. At this point you knew it wouldn't take much longer, you were starting to think you might be tipped over the edge by his words alone. Your hips rolled against your hand on each thrust as your back arched off the bed, your fingers hooking against your g-spot. You were racing towards your release, hoping that maybe once you got yourself off he would reward you and finally touch you, giving you everything you'd been dreaming of. "I'm gonna cum. I'm so close - I can't -"

"Stop." The seriousness in his voice caught you off guard as you let out a confused whimper. Why? Why would he make you stop now? You wanted to listen, to follow his instructions but you were too close to the edge, your body not letting you stop now no matter how much you wanted to behave for him. With every thrust of your fingers you could feel yourself drawing closer and closer to your orgasm until you could finally feel that tension starting to snap. You were seconds away from that release, from finally getting what you'd needed all day when Daryl surged forward, kicking the chair back as he grabbed at your wrist forcefully pulling your hand away. Pulling you away from your orgasm in the process.  "What ya can't take orders now woman? I said stop."

""What Daryl - why?" You cried out, your brain too clouded to form any cohernt thoughts as your voice cracked so badly that for a moment you thought you might actually cry. You tried to struggle against Daryl's grip on your wrist, writhing on the mattress as you tried to find any pressure you could pressing your thighs together but he was completely in control now. In a second he had both of your wrists caught in one hand, pinning them above your head so quickly you barely caught the movement. His free hand holding your thighs open, denying you the release you needed so badly. You knew there was no point in fighting, you were no match for Daryl's strength. "No, I need it, please - please let me -"

"Nah I don't think so. If ya wanna use the thought of me to get off then I get to choose when it happens. I heard ya, just before I came in 'ere, moanin' my name. Thought that was the sweetest damn sound I eva heard but hearin' ya beg like that just might beat it. Sweetheart if ya wanna cum tonight, ya better beg me for it." Daryl's breath was hot against the shell of your ear as he leaned over you, whispering in your ear. His grip tightened on your wrists as he proved his point, his hand on your thigh trailing upwards just enough to ignite every nerve ending in your body in a way you'd never felt before. "Let's find out how well ya can do what yer told." 

Without another word Daryl sunk to his knees next to your bed, finally releasing his grip on your wrists as his hand came down to grab at your other thigh, groping everywhere he could reach. He wrapped his arms around your thighs before pulling you to the edge of the bed until he could hook your legs over his shoulders, his head fitting perfectly between your thighs. He let out a low groan at the sight in front of him, your pussy already soaked, dripping down your thighs onto the sheets below you.

He couldn't help himself, not wasting a second longer before tasting you. He leaned in lapping his tongue over the apex of your thighs tasting the wetness that had gathered there while still avoiding where you needed him most. A rough groan sounded from his chest at the taste of you on his tongue as he finally dipped between your folds. Your body was already worked up, still hanging far too close to the edge to survive what you knew Daryl had planned for you. He was already eating you like a starved man and you knew he wasn't stopping until he was damn ready. 

You buried your fingers in his hair, scratching your nails over his scalp as his tongue lapped over your clit making you gasp out at the feeling. Already you were starting to lose control of your body, squirming his his tongue as he brought one hand up to press down on your stomach to stop you from bucking your hips into his face. There was something about how easily he held you down, taking control of the situation that turned you on more than you thought was possible.

"Daryl I - I can't take much more -" Your words were breathy, fighting against the fog that threatened to take over your mind to even form the words in your mind in a way that made sense. Everything was becoming too much, every sense overwhelmed while your body still screamed for more, never having enough of Daryl.  He grabbed at your thighs, spreading your legs further apart as they tried to close around his head while you pressed his head even closer to you. "Let me cum please - please I promise I'll do anything. It's too much."

"Ya can take more than this. I know ya can. Be a good girl and take it for me." Daryl's words rumbled against your skin, sending a wave of pleasure through you at the feeling. The praise and encouragement made you weak, whimpering out his name as your hands pulled at the hair at the nape of his neck. He licked his way back up to your clit before closing his lips around it, sucking roughly. 

The sudden feeling had you crying out louder than you'd intended, pressing a hand over your mouth to try and muffle the sound, not wanting the entire prison to know what exactly the two of you were up to. Daryl released his grip on one of your thighs, reaching his hand up to grasp at your arm instead, pulling your hand away from your mouth as you whimpered. "Don't cover yer mouth. I wanna hear ya beggin' me for it. Let everyone hear how much ya fuckin' want it. Let 'em know who's makin' ya feel this good."

"Fuck I need it so bad Daryl please. Need you." You were rambling now, the words falling from your lips faster than you could even process, and louder than you would normally let yourself be. Daryl's words were all the permission you needed to let yourself be beyond worrying about who heard you. In fact you didn't care about anyone other than Daryl anymore, the thought of getting off was the only thing on your mind.

As a reward for your pleas, Daryl slowly slid two fingers inside of you, the feeling better than anything you could have ever imagined. You moaned out his name as he stretched you out around his fingers, they were thicker than yours, the feeling beyond anything you could give yourself. Your hips bucked off the bed into his face as he curled his fingertips into your g-spot but he was beyond caring. At this point he was willing to let you suffocate him with your thighs.

"Please - oh god - please let me cum. Daryl please." You threw your head back against the pillows as the smallest fraction of dignity that you'd been holding onto melted away under his tongue. If he wanted you to beg for it you were going to beg, scream and cry for it. You weren't sure if you were even forming words anymore, every moan a cry of his name more desperate than the last hoping it would be enough for him to finally give you the permission you needed. "I'll be good - I'll be so good if you just let me -"

"C'mon then sweetheart, let me hear ya cum for me. Show me how much ya need me." That was all it took. Your whole body tensed as you finally let go, Daryl's name a broken cry on your lips. You could have sworn you almost blacked out for a moment from the intensity of your orgasm washing over you, going light-headed from the force. Daryl's hands stroked soothingly over your legs while they shook, slowly moving his mouth away from you when he realised it was becoming too much for you, helping your ride out the last of your high. "Fuckin' hell that was the best damn sight I ever seen. Bet ya never coulda cum like that by yerself hm? Need the real thing to show ya just how well I can treat this pussy." 

"Daryl I-" A breathy laugh was all you could manage as the afterglow seemed to take over every corner of your mind, stripping you of the ability to form any kind of coherent sentence. You closed your eyes, basking in the feeling as you tried to catch your breath that was still coming laboured after your orgasm. "Fuck."

"Yeah, darlin' I know." He hummed, gently running his fingertips up your thighs before slowly slipping them from his shoulders, lifting your legs back onto the bed to help you get more comfortable as you came down. You stretched out against the sheets, letting out a satisfied noise at the feeling of stretching out your already tired muscles. 

You heard the soft thud as Daryl's boots hit the ground, the bed dipping where he lay down next to you. You rolled over, lying half on his side as you buried your face into his shoulder your arms finding their way around his waist. Your hands played with the soft material of his shirt and it was at that moment that you realised he had just given you one of the best orgasms of your life without even taking off a single piece of clothing.

"I want to see you, Daryl, please. All of you." You whispered moving your hands to tug at the front of his shirt, your fingers already starting to undo the buttons there. Daryl chuckled at the frustrated noise you made in the back of your throat as you struggled with the buttons, pulling away from you as he took over removing his clothes. He decided to simply lift the shirt over his head instead and you could feel your breath hitch in your throat when you saw his chest.

All that heavy lifting around the prison as well as his years of training and work with his crossbow had certainly paid off. He was more than just well-built, your eyes hovering on his broad shoulders as each of his muscles was defined with every small movement. His skin was marked with more than his fair share of scars, the raised skin running all across his chest and back but there was something beautiful about them to you. A story that told of every way he'd survived. 

He threw his shirt to the side with your clothes and wasted no time before tugging off his belt, stepping back off the bed to make quick work of his zipper and button.  You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks, your arousal building between your legs again as you watched him pull down his pants and boxers in one swift movement. his erection finally being freed from the constricting material. 

"Ya wanna tell me what ya were thinkin' 'bout when ya were touchin' yerself? Yer dirty lil' fantasy 'bout me?" He asked in a teasing tone you rarely heard in his voice as he moved back onto the bed and settled between your legs. He planted one hand next to your head, balancing himself over you while his other hand wrapped around the base of his cock. He let out a low groan as he slowly pumped his hand along his length giving in to his need for any form of contact while he waited for your answer.

"Which one?" You said simply, trying to match his teasing attitude as you raised an eyebrow at him, watching his amused expression. After the position he'd caught you in there was no use hiding anything. You were past keeping secrets about your attraction towards him now. If he asked you to you'd tell him every detail of every thought you'd ever had about him. From the filthiest fantasies to the softest thoughts that even made you afraid of just how hard you might be falling. "The one just before you walked in where I was thinkin' about you with your hand down my pants and your fingers buried inside me? Or the one from earlier when I had to leave after watchin' you doin' all that heavy liftin' where I was imaginin' you takin' me from behind in the shower? Or maybe last week when all I could think about was you fuckin' me into the mattress until I couldn't breathe properly anymore?" 

"Christ woman ya really have a filthy mind hidden behind that pretty face doncha? Is that what yer thinking' 'bout every time I catch ya starin'? Thinkin' 'bout me bendin' ya over the closest surface huh?"Daryl littered hot, open-mouthed kisses across the flushed skin of your neck as he started to tease the tip of his cock through your folds. You let out a gasp at the feeling, wrapping a leg around his waist in an attempt to get him as close as you could. The change of position made him hit your clit, sending a shock wave of pleasure through your already sensitive nerves. He was teasing you, never giving you quite what you wanted. "Is that what ya want? Want me to fuck ya until yer so out of it my cock's all ya can think 'bout?"

"Yes, Daryl, please. Make me all yours, please. Show me who I belong to." You all but whined out, the desperate, needy tone to your voice enough to finally make Daryl act. Without warning, he lined himself up with your entrance and thrust into you in one motion. You cried out at the sudden feeling, your hands flying up to grab at his shoulders as you arched against him.

He set a steady but cruel pace as he started to move, his hands gripping your waist with a force that you were sure would leave a mark in the shape of his fingertips in the morning. He leaned in and buried his face in the crook of your neck as he growled out at the feeling of you clenching around him. His hips snapped against you hard enough to make you cry out with every thrust in the best way possible. You were already strung out on the feeling, your body having barely recovered from your previous orgasm as he quickly worked you towards another.

"Fuck darlin' ya feel s'good. Swear this pretty pussy was made for me. Gonna fuck ya better than any fantasy could make ya feel. Gonna fill ya up and make ya mine." Daryl was becoming just as desperate as you and you could hear it in his words, his thrusts getting that much sharper with every hit. He grabbed at the backs of your thighs and pushed your legs up, letting each stroke hit deeper inside you at this new angle making you feel full in a way you'd never experienced before. Your nails dug into the skin of his shoulders, leaving a trail of raised marks in the wake of your nails as you dragged them down his back, panting out slurred cries of his name.

His cock dragged across your g-spot on every thrust now, the feeling spiralling you into a completely new level of pleasure than before. You'd never had an experience like this before, never had someone fuck you so deep while stretching you out like this. He was right about what he said before, the only thought left in your mind now was the feeling of his cock inside you. It was all you cared about. He moved his hand between your bodies, reaching to draw circles around your clit as he continued to pound into you.

"Daryl can - oh god - please can I -" You couldn't even get the words out anymore, completely giving into his touch and everything he wanted. You were entirely at his mercy now and nothing had ever turned you on like this before. You weren't in control of your body anymore, every inch of you belonging to him now and you couldn't bring yourself to care.

"Let go. Let it all go for me, sweetheart. Wanna feel ya cummin' 'round my dick, give me everything you've got." The encouragement from Daryl was all it took to finally make that tension building inside of you snap as he swiped over your clit again. Your back arched into his chest as one arm wrapped around his shoulders, your other hand grasping at the back of his neck. You were clinging to his whole body, trying to find any way to ground yourself in the moment as your eyes rolled back into your head.

The feeling of your body spasming around him, holding him so tightly mixed with the intoxicating sounds of your desperate moans in his ear was enough to make him follow you over the edge. His movements were growing sloppy as he pushed himself as deep into you as he could with one final thrust. He growled low in his throat as he dropped his head to your shoulder, finally giving into the feeling and coming inside of you. "Fuck darlin' ya feel so fuckin' good. Never felt s'good before. Ya did s'good for me. Such a good girl for me." 

All you could manage was an exhausted sound of contentment as your hand absentmindedly combed through his now sweat-soaked hair. You couldn't find the energy to move much more than that, letting Daryl roll you both over so you were lying on top of his chest. You were completely exhausted now but you'd never left more alive than you did with Daryl. Every single second with him was worth the wait. You started to give into the feeling of his warm skin under you and the comforting feeling of his arms completely surrounding you, starting to drift off. You were too overstimulated to fight off the sleep your body so badly needed after that as your eyes fluttered shut. 

"S'beautiful sweetheart. Get some rest." Daryl's sweet words were the last thing you heard before you gave in to your exhaustion, his lips pressing a soft kiss to your temple as he held you close.

[zbeez-outlet]

Hello, I have another Levi Ackerman x femreader request after the amazing job you did on my first one! I would like to request one where the reader is sick and Levi has to look after her. Like one where the reader is sick during training and Levi carries her back to his office and claims it's his duty to look after her as he's her Captain. Fluff, hurt/comfort and angst would be much appreciated. Hope that's okay :)

Fever

Levi x FemReader

Canon Universe

Pre-relationship

Concept: See request above!

Summary: As the newest member of the Special Operations Squad, you're eager to prove yourself not only to your Captain, but also to yourself that all of your hard work has paid off. Weakness breeds doubt, something you're not willing to entertain for a moment. Waking up with a fever and nausea curling in your stomach makes proving yourself just a pinch more difficult. Maybe no one will notice.

Warnings: Angst, illness, vomit, fever, some cursing, (If I missed anything, please let me know)

A/N: I am now tackling the amazing requests I've gotten in my inbox. If you've made a request, know that it's on its way and I'm writing as much as I can. You all have some great ideas! If you want to make a request, check out my Submission Guidelines for more details and keep an eye out for my inbox to reopen :)

The world tilts dangerously about a third of the way through your ninth lap around headquarters and you're starting to think the ache you'd felt that morning in your stomach was more than just residual cramping from your last period. Since then, you've gotten dizzy, become prone to sweating and sudden chills within seconds of each other, with a sore throat and a heavily congested chest, and you've had to swallow down the threat of nausea several times since breakfast.

You're sure the sloppy oatmeal you'd choked down will look just as appetizing coming up as it did going down.

Sweat drips into the divots of your collarbone, soaking unpleasantly into the fabric of your uniform and making everything disgustingly sticky. You struggle to suck in air as you run, already several meters behind the others in your new squad, but something heavy has settled in your chest, pushing on your lungs.

You feel pathetic.

It's been nearly six weeks since you were transferred into the Special Operations Squad by request of Captain Levi himself. They welcomed you with open arms and teasing taunts for the newbie, but you were quick to give as good as you got once you got a feel for their dynamic and boundaries. You'd managed to keep up well despite being several years younger and with only a fraction of the experience they'd survived, making especially close friendships with Petra - as the only other girl - and Eld, who tended to act particularly brotherly. Just those few weeks and already you feel like you've gained a new family.

And now here you are, two weeks from the next expedition, sick pooling in your stomach and pulsing in the heartbeat behind your eyes, unable to finish your squad's morning lap rotation. Shame swirls in your throat, a part of you angry with yourself that you can't just shake this off. The larger part of you is just trying to stay on two feet while the world seems to shift unnaturally below you, practically praying that the tears you feel building in your eyes don't overflow.

At the sound of someone calling your name, you trip to your knees when the vertigo of looking up has you stalling. Strong hands steady your shoulders so you don't completely face plant into the grass, and before you think too much on it, your own fingers grip at their wrists as a grounding point.

"Cadet, talk to me," a deep voice you know all too well barks by your ear. Your Captain was the one to catch you, how embarrassing. You wonder how much he's questioning your addition to the squad.

"Captain I - sorry, sir...dizzy." You lean further forward passed Captain Levi's shoulder, practically folding yourself in half as you try to steady the shifting haziness in your vision. "Woke up not - not right...thought it'd pass but...but got worse."

Even you think what you just said makes about as much sense has one of Squad Leader Hange's rambling titan tangents.

Fingers cold like ice press to your forehead, the shocking sensation having you flinching back onto your heels. "Tch, don't move so much," your Captain orders, holding you in place by the scruff of your neck and laying his palm against your forehead again. "You have a fever. You're done for the day, Cadet."

"Wait, no - I can...just give me a minute - "

"You disobeying me, Cadet?"

You swallow, both to keep the rising nausea at bay and at the subtle sting of the harsh authority in his voice. "No, Captain Levi, sir!"

"Lose the equipment, the others will take care of it. I'll help you back to the barracks." He sounds uncharacteristically soft when he says it, helping to guide your hands along the straps. You always train in full kit to make sure your bodies are toned and used to the extra weight.

As you go about unbuckling the various straps, you finally notice the rest of your squad huddled around your pitifully kneeling form. You expect to see teasing smirks barely holding back biting jabs about being new and weak and young, but you only spot the curving worry of Petra's frown and the matching concern sparkling in Eld and Gunther's eyes. Even Oluo, who's always had the iciest barbs to through about your age and minimal experience, seems gruffly perturbed by your downed state. It almost makes you want to cry, realizing how much they already care about you in such a short amount of time.

You pass off the last of your equipment to Eld who has taken to kneeling beside you, heavy hand on your trembling shoulder. "Getting sick happens, just take care of yourself, alright? You'll be running laps around us again in no time." He smiles at you, gently cuffing your chin with a soft fist. You nod and manage half a watery grin in response.

"Eld, I expect you to lead the rest of training today. No slacking off you four," Captain Levi orders, not even bothering to watch as they salute him and head back to the lap route. His eyes are strangely focused on yours, and you briefly wonder how disgusting you must look between the cold sweat and the dirt that's built up on your uniform. "Think you can stand?"

Honestly no, but you think you can try, so you nod anyway.

Standing turns out to be the easy part, as long as you go slow. Your Captain stays close, hands hovering like he expects you to fall. A fair assumption, but you're proud to say you got to your feet with little to no issue - except the ache in your joints and migraine sharpening in your temples and the shivers wracking your body. Then you attempt a step forward, and it feels like the grass and the clouds have suddenly switched places as you try not to collapse again.

"Tch, yeah thought so," Captain Levi grumbles behind you. You're about to apologize when his hands are abruptly turning you just so, arms winding around your shoulders and below your knees. He holds you close to his chest, quick steps heading towards the barracks, and all you can do is stare at the sharp curve of his jaw as a blush you want to blame on the fever rises to your cheeks. His silver eyes glance down at you and he scoffs. "You throw up on me and you'll have stable duty for the next two months."

You snap your gaping mouth shut, choosing not to question the bizarre situation you've found yourself in, and hope the way you relax into his arms isn't too obvious.

"Sorry Captain, for disrupting training," you mumble, daring to rest your head below his chin because your muscles are aching and your neck was struggling to hold you up.

He hums, the rumble of the sound vibrating against your arm. "Not your fault you're sick, brat. You tried to work through it, I get that," he sighs like he's as exhausted as you are. "Just, listen to your body next time. Go to the infirmary, ask for some rest. We take training seriously here, but not at the expense of your overall health and wellbeing. It would do more harm than good. Don't be an idiot."

That makes sense, and you probably would have done so if you weren't so caught up in the pressure associated with being in the Special Ops Squad. Only a few weeks into your new assignment at that. This feels like a major step back from your progress in the military, not to mention a hit to your pride.

But still, sloppy training at the risk of your health is dangerous. You should have known better.

"Apologies then sir, for not speaking up sooner."

"Stop with the apologies, I already said it's not your fault," he huffs, rolling his eyes as he steps into the cool corridor of the barracks. You've never been this close to him before; his eyelashes are beautifully long and his cheeks seem soft. "Besides, as your Captain, I should have noticed something was off."

You're quick to shake your head despite the way it makes your vision spin. "Captain no, I - "

"Shut up, we're not going to argue about this now. Or ever." But you want to argue because the decision you made to move forward with training despite not feeling well was hardly his fault. You bite your tongue, focusing instead on the startling fact that he's not leading you to the infirmary or your dormitory.

"Uh, sir?" You frown, slowly recognizing the bend of the hallway. "Are we...are we going to your office?"

"We are." He slightly adjusts his hold on you, a fresh wave of heat highlighting your cheekbones when you're reminded of your position. "That a problem?"

"No, no I just...don't understand. The, um, the infirmary - "

"Is crowded with disease and noise and not a suitable place for getting any real rest. And someone needs to keep an eye on you so you don't choke on your own vomit or something."

It suddenly hits you as he's deftly maneuvering his body to nudge the door to his office open, outside of orders and mission briefs, you've never heard him speak this much before. You chew on your cheek, fingers fiddling in your lap. He has a really nice voice.

You can't really imagine him bringing someone like Oluo, or any of the others, to his office like this - except maybe Petra, but they've always been especially cordial - and you feel overwhelmed by the whole situation.

The Captain's quick to leave you standing on your own, leaning against the edge of his desk for balance, while he disappears into his adjacent quarters. You're left stumped and still a little dizzy while you wait for him to come back. Idly, your fingers trace the dark wood of his desk, coming away clean of course, noticing the intricate alignment of every little knickknack and stack of paperwork on the surface. You end up having to grip the surface when you feel yourself start to tip over.

You blink, and Captain Levi is standing in front of you, brow furrowed as he steadies you with one hand, the other holding a pile of blurry fabric. Blurry? No, no wait, that's just you.

"Showering's out of the question until you can stand more than a few seconds without falling over," he mumbles - to himself, you think because he doesn't seem to wait for any kind of response from you. He pushes the fabric into your hands. "Change into these so you're at least in clean, comfortable clothes. I'll be back in a few minutes."

"Where...?" But you don't finish, exhaustion suddenly pulling at the weight of your tongue.

"Some tea will help, and Hange has a store of medicine in their office. Get changed, sit on the couch, I'll be back soon." It's gruff and curt and the familiarity of the tone has you relaxing into the strange circumstances that have lead you to your Captain's office today.

He's out the door before you have a chance to nod that you understand, so you sigh and take a moment to just catch your breath.

That turns out to be a bad idea.

Your stomach churns, and you only have the warning of your throat constricting before you drop the clothes and scramble towards the bathroom you know is in the Captain's quarters with your palm holding your mouth shut. A few agonizing milliseconds later and you're heaving into the porcelain bowl of his toilet. You're so fucking grateful you made it to the bathroom, pretty sure that if you had thrown up all over your Captain's clean floors, not only would you be off his squad, but you'd probably also find yourself dishonorably discharged from the military entirely.

The way your stomach cramps brings tears to your eyes. You were right, the oatmeal looks about the same as it did going down. A mix of sweat, tears, and saliva drips off the point of your chin, and you can't think of a way to be more miserable.

You're not sure how long you sit there, fingers white-knuckled on the porcelain edge, throat gagging even when there's nothing left in your stomach.

"Shit," you hear, cold hands dragging across the clammy skin of your neck, tugging back your hair. The Captain's back, pulling your hair from the slick of your sick. Walls, you hope you don't look as pathetic as you feel. "Okay, okay just...let it out."

"Hu-hurts," you whimper, spitting into the toilet.

He shushes you, swiping what you think is a cold damp cloth across your sweaty forehead and spit sticky chin. It feels nice. "I know, I know. It'll pass, just let it out."

Minutes pass stuck in the miserable cycle until you finally feel steady enough to push away from the bowl, leaning back against the wall to take deep gulps of air. You flinch at the clear glass of water held to your lips, but manage a few stale sips without feeling the urge to cough it back up again.

Captain Levi runs the cool cleansing cloth along your skin, sharp silver eyes tracking all over your face so intently you find yourself swallowing for a different reason entirely. Eventually his gaze settles on your own, the concern softening the stoic glare you're so used to seeing, and you nearly want to cry again.

"Thank you, Captain," you manage between labored breaths, eyes half-lidded at the drop in your energy.

"Levi."

"Hmm?" Your brows furrow, head lolling back against the wall in your confusion.

"Just Levi is fine, we're not on duty right now."

You're not sure what to say, stalled by your tongue stuck in your throat. Actually saying his name like that, so familiarly...you don't think you can.

Levi.

Maybe you can just think it.

Instead of replying you just nod, sniffing a little as you flush the evidence of a disgusting half hour down the toilet. "Sorry about that."

"Couldn't be helped, don't worry about it," Levi - wow, that's strange - dismisses with a wave of his hand. "Thanks for sparing my floors."

A halfhearted and decidedly painful chuckle shakes your shoulders, though you're grateful for the levity. "Anytime, sir."

He scoffs at the honorific, but can he really expect you to drop decorum so easily? You hardly think so, though he's already treated you a fair bit better than some friends of yours in this situation, let alone a superior.

Levi tosses you the same clothes he'd picked out before, standing to his full height, seeming as imposing as ever from your spot on the tile. "Try to change, go slow if you feel dizzy. Drink the rest of that if you can," he points to the water glass on the vanity. "I'll be right outside in case you fall or something."

Changing clothes turns out to be less nausea inducing and far more exhausting than you expected. You fold your uniform as neatly as possible, stacking the clothes on your discarded boots in the corner of the bathroom. The pants Levi gave you fit well enough, a little short on the ankles and tight at the hips - not surprising given his slimmer waist. The socks are warm and thick, almost cozy. He gave you a larger t-shirt that you almost wonder if it even belongs to him, the shoulders of it broad and length extra baggy, but you've been known to buy oversized sleep clothes for the swaddled comfort, so you don't think on it too much. The fabrics are soft and smell like fresh linen, clean and slightly lemony.

You pull back your hair to quickly rinse your face and gurgle some water to get the acidic taste of bile off your tongue. Without a toothbrush, you try to scrub at your teeth with your finger to clean out as much as you can. Dutifully, you tackle the task of drinking the water cup, both parched and fearfully nauseous at doing so.

It goes down relatively smoothly, which allows at least some of your lost pride to trickle back in.

You clumsily stumble from the bathroom, surprised at how quickly Levi's arms find their way around your waist to steady you. He keeps one hand high on your hip, the other gripping your elbow, as he leads you back into his office to sit on the couch. He sits on the table next to the tray of tea he'd promised and a bottle you know is some tasteless medicine you'll have to choke down.

"Better?"

"Much." You lick your lips, looking from your Captain to the tray of tea. "I have to drink that now, don't I?"

A dry smirk pulls at his cheek as he goes about pouring you a cup with a small drizzle of honey. "If you want any chance at feeling better, yes. The tea will settle your stomach, the medicine is for the rest." He takes what looks like a comically large table spoon in your hazy eyes and fills the curve of it with the amber colored medicine. Your nose scrunches, lips drawing into a thin closed line. "Don't be a baby, just take the damn medicine."

"Gross."

"You fight titans for a living."

"They're gross too, what's your point?"

"My point is, a talented soldier like you shouldn't be afraid of a little medicine."

Your chest puffs up, a weirdly teasing smile drawing across your face. Everything about this has been strange and otherworldly as Levi actually cares for you on your sickbed - er, couch. "Talented, huh?"

"Shut up and take the shitty medicine before I force it down your throat," he grumbles, and you have to blink away the illusion of a dusty pink warming his ears. You lean forward to accept the spoon, fully aware of the reality of his threats. Like the water, it goes down smoothly if a little bit thick, and tastes of the herbs you remember from childhood under the care of your mother's kindness when illness struck. Once Levi proves you've swallowed it with a hilariously thorough scan of your open mouth, he brings the warm cup of tea to your lips and encourages you to drink the whole thing in a string of gentle sips. The warmth of it spreads through your body, soothing the ache in your throat and relaxing your muscles, helping you sink further into the cushions of the couch.

He's wonderfully patient with you, and you're not really sure how to feel about it besides grateful and maybe a bit embarrassed.

You blink slowly, lids drooping and chin dipping towards your collar when staying upright proves to be a challenge.

Strong hands you trust with your life guide your head down onto a pillow, lifting your feet from the wood flooring so that you're lying across the length of the couch. A heavy quilt is draped over you, curbing the rising shakes you feel building up in your spine, and you can't help but snuggle into the plushness of it all.

"G'night, Levi," you mumble in the exhale of a yawn, eyes slipping shut with a gentle flutter.

"Get some rest." Your name rings from between his slips, quiet and fond and almost reverent if you were coherent enough to be aware of such things.

You fall asleep to the loving touch of something soft and rare and precious against your forehead.

[just-a-little-cellist]

Levi Ackerman - NSFW Alphabet

A/N: i'm bored so i'm just writing these nsfw headcanons for all my comfort characters, don't judge me. feel free to request - i posted request rules so go check it out :)

enjoy! nsfw under the cut :P

A - Aftercare (what are they like after sex)

The first time you have sex, Levi needs a lot of comfort. He'd never been that vulnerable with someone before and it took a lot for him to open up like that, so aftercare for him is the priority. Once sex becomes more frequent and he gets used to everything, he's the one to clean you both up but he still needs more emotional reassurance than he'll admit.

B - Body part (fav body part of themselves/their partner)

He isn't a vain person, so he'd probably say his arms just because of how much you love them. He wasn't too fussed at first but because of all the attention you give them he's started growing fonder of them.

His favourite part of you is your neck and collarbones. He didn't even realize he had a thing for that until he met you, and whenever you wear chokers he can't take his eyes off you.

C - Cum (where do they prefer to cum?)

Levi prefers to cum on your stomach, purely because it makes it easier to clean up. (He's always very mindful of any mess.)

D - Dirty secret (self-explanatory)

It obviously couldn't happen because of his status, but it sends a shiver of arousal through him whenever he imagines you humiliating him in public. It's something he wants to try in private, though he's nervous to talk about it with you.

E - Experience (how experienced are they?)

Levi is a virgin, since he doesn't have sex with people he doesn't genuinely, 100% trust. You'll have to guide him through everything at the beginning, however he's a quick learner and picks it up pretty fast.

F - Favourite position (goes without saying)

He likes missionary a lot because it lets him feel close to you, and he'll melt if you wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. He also gets shy sometimes, so this position is perfect to hide his face in your neck.

G - Goofy (are they goofy or serious in the moment?)

Other than the odd sarcastic comment, he's generally serious. If he's in a vulnerable position then joking around doesn't calm his nerves at all.

H - Hair (opinions on grooming etc.)

Levi keeps his own hair neatly trimmed. He'd prefer if you keep yours vaguely under control but, as long as it's clean, it's up to you how you keep it.

I - Intimacy (how intimate are they during sex?)

It takes him a while to fully open up to you, but sex becomes one of the most intimate moments you ever share with Levi where he truly breaks down all his walls for you, just the two of you.

J - Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't tend to masturbate unless he's really desperate. Something about it just makes him uncomfortable, but he also has urges sometimes when you aren't available.

K - Kinks (again, pretty self-explanatory)

When you first started sleeping together, Levi had more of the control because he thought that was the way it was 'supposed' to be. However once you brought up the idea of him being submissive, your dynamic shifted. He was extremely hesitant at the beginning because he wasn't used to being in such a powerless position, though as soon as you managed to get him into a submissive headspace it became a regular occurrence.

Levi is a sub at heart who needs a soft dom more than anything. Some of the kinks you've explored that he likes are bondage, light impact play, praise, orgasm denial and marking (as long as the marks are hidden during the day.)

He also definitely has a bit of a humiliation kink but he's still working up the courage to tell you.

L - Location (favourite place to do the deed)

His favourite place is a tie between the shower and his desk. Sometimes when he's had a long day and doesn't want a full scene, he likes to have sex in the shower (also it makes clean-up easier). Although if he feels like subbing, as long as the door is locked, one of his favourite things is for you to cockwarm him while he's trying to work.

M - Motivation (what gets them going)

Showing skin is a sure-fire way to get him riled up. I personally headcanon Levi as demisexual, so he doesn't care when other people show skin, but if it's you? All you have to do is leave a couple buttons undone, expose your chest a little, and he is done for. Also, slipping casual praise into conversations will sometimes start pushing him into a submissive headspace, especially if you've done a lot of scenes with him recently because he starts responding to that tone of voice.

N - No (something they'd never do)

He doesn't like intense pain play - he's had enough pain the rest of his life so he needs you to be gentle with him. He also wouldn't want a harsh or strict dom, preferring to have you take care of him instead.

O - Oral (preference in giving, receiving etc.)

He enjoys both equally. Before you'd had sex you wanted to ease him into the experience carefully, so you gave him his first blowjob and he almost sobbed from the stimulation. Buuuuuuut alongside that he would also happily spend hours between yours legs - the praise you give him as he pleasures you and the feeling of you clenching around his tongue is almost enough to make him finish without any physical touch.

P - Pace (are they fast, slow, quick, rough?)

If it's just against the wall in the shower then it tends to be a bit faster, and on the odd occasion Levi feels more dominant he can get rougher, but he is usually perfectly content to let you decide the pace entirely.

Q - Quickie (opinion on quickies)

They're good sometimes, especially when you're both very busy with other duties. They're good to relieve basic urges, but Levi would never choose them over a full scene.

R - Risk (how open are they to risk?)

Levi is open to a bit of experimentation, but never anything exhibitionist. He can't risk the possibility of someone catching him in a compromising position, considering his importance in the military, so he insists that you keep all bedroom activities private.

S - Stamina (how long can they go for?)

As expected, at the start Levi had pretty low stamina since it was all so new and overwhelming. It gotten a little better since then but he also has a fairly quick recovery time to make up for it.

T - Toys (opinion on using toys etc.)

He doesn't particularly enjoy using toys on you, but adores when you use toys on him.

U - Unfair (how much do they like to tease?)

He'll only tease you a little when he's in a dominant mood and you've been doing something to piss him off, but the rest of the time it's not something he does at all. (He kind of likes when you tease him though.)

V - Volume (are they loud or quiet?)

Levi is cautious to control his volume so that other people don't hear, but his whimpers of pleasure can get quite loud sometimes.

W - Wild card (random headcanon)

During a scene once, while he was deep into subspace, he accidently called you mommy. When he realized what he said he was mortified, and almost started dropping. You had to quickly assure him that it was perfectly alright, that you weren't upset with him, and that you don't mind it if he wants to keep calling you that. He only uses that name for you when he's really, really submissive, and it's adorable hearing the tiny whimpers of "P-please mommy..."

X - X-ray (what's going on... down there?)

So many people seem to think that this man has a monster cock. He is 5'3 there is no way. He's a little smaller than average, in length and girth, but that just means you can hear him whine when you take his whole length into your mouth.

Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is low most of the time. He has so many other things he has to focus on everyday, so sex doesn't cross his mind that much. Sex is more of a stress relief that he doesn't think too much about until it happens.

Z - Zzzzz... (how quickly do they fall asleep after?)

Being an insomniac, Levi takes a while to settle down to sleep, although it's always a little easier when he's comfortably next to you. (definitely the little spoon)

[safetycar-restart]

hi!! i think i have an idea for sub!charles, so

just imagine you and charles have started dating recently (prob been friends for a few months before that) and you know he's like the most perfect boyfriend you've ever had, but the thing is that both of you don't know about each other's kinky side

they exist, obviously charles is a high needs sub but everytime he's revealed his sexual interests and preferences it never ended well for him, because he never understood it well since he didn't get to experience true submission properly for him. but you, you were somewhat experienced and figured out that charles needed you to the step into the roll. so slowly and steadily you tested the waters, non sexually ordering him around, subtly choosing his outfits or feeding him sometimes and your heart melts at seeing his body just relax when you take the slightest of control

anyway, this is what i have for now but please explore into the sexual part of this!! this is my first time sending an ask i hope i wasn't too lame heh

-🪫 I'll be this emoji

Hi! This isnt a lame ask at all!! I love this SO much, seriously this is such a cute idea I would LOVE to expand on this. Also, could you please pick another emoji? I don't know why but neither my phone nor my laptop will pick up the emoji, it just shows an empty box. I have no idea why but oh well.

So I'm gonna answer this but not tag an emoji and then you can maybe send another ask in with the new emoji you'd like? And then I'll go back and tag this with that emoji. Hope that's okay! Sorry I just have no idea what that emoji is cause all my devices said no.

But anyway, with that over with, lets do this!!

I love the idea of Charles being a high needs submissive who tries to pretend like he isn't. I definitely agree that him trying to keep that a secret would come from him having bad experiences with that in the past.

(I'm just imagining a very shy Charles working up the courage to speak to a previous partner and ask if he could maybe submit every now and then only to be laughed at...)

But the thing is, you know Charles is submissive. You might not know the extent of it, but you know he is. You try and lay down some hints that you'd be interested in dominating him, and you see how Charles's eyes light up every time you do something like that.

But for whatever reason, he doesnt take the bait. He never enquires further, which confuses you to no end because you're so sure that he wants it.

Which is why you decide to try and give him some nonsexual structure and see how he responds. You expect him to be a little confused, maybe ask some questions or open the conversation about kink.

But instead he's... relieved?

One morning, Charles is staring at his closet trying to decide what to wear and you just say 'wear the green sweater and your black sweatpants' and to your surprise, Charles just smiles and gets those clothes out?

He absolutely thrives every single time you give him an order or let him casually submit to you.

Charles loves it so much.

He knows what you're doing, of course, but the problem is that he's still too scared to ask about it. What you're doing for him now is amazing, and while yes he would love to have a full D/S relationship with you, he's willing to take this. This is so much better than nothing.

But you do bring it up to him eventually.

You choose to do it when you and Charles are just laying on the couch together, he's got his head on your chest, and you can feel how he relaxed he is.

You just say, "Charles? You like to be my sub? Wanna be my good boy?"

And Charles gets so happy he fucking squeals and nods so quickly, tears gathering in his eyes because yes, yes this is exactly what he's always wanted.

You then have to discuss everything with Charles of course, and he's just the cutest as you talk through kinks and whatnot. He's rock hard the entire time, letting out little whines whenever you suggest a kink he's really into.

(I can absolutely make this sexual but I purposefully didn't in this ask cause I KNOW some of my anons are gonna love to get their hands on this idea and send me some thoughts so I'm gonna let them do that first)

[rizubaby]

You're My Toy | Kokichi Ouma.

genre ; nsfw oneshot.

request ; Kokichi Ouma with a sweet and submissive s/o whom he just wants to break.

summary ; you've been studying all day, trying to prepare for a big test. Kokichi is not a fan of someone or something taking your attention away from him, so he decides to punish you for it.

tags ; fem!reader, boyfriend experience, rough sex, degradation, corruption and mindbreak, cum play, usage of sex toys, vulgar language.

wc ; 1,7k.

note ; this was such a blast to write! I was on a roll while writing this so I managed to finish it quicker than I initially thought. I hope you like it! ♡

This is an 18+ post. Minors dni.

It's almost 11 pm. You've been behind your desk all day, studying for a big test you have coming up in a couple days. Even though everyone around you has no doubt you'll ace the test, you can't help but feel like you need to study so much your brain'll start to hurt. You lower your head onto the desk, letting out a tired sigh.

A moment passes and suddenly, you hear your boyfriend Kokichi enter your study. You don't even bother to look up since you're so exhausted. He's probably here just to annoy you again or to try and keep you from your work.

"S/o."

Just as you slowly lift your head from your desk, you notice Kokichi is looking rather serious. He has his hands balled into fists, seemingly frustrated about something. "K-kokichi? what's wrong?" you ask, not expecting him to look at you the way that he did. Did something happen? Was he mad at you?

Without warning, he steps towards you and turns your desk chair around, now facing him directly. He brings his face closer to yours and aggressively presses his lips against yours. You're surprised, but lean into the passionate kiss nonetheless. You feel your cheeks burn up a bit, one of his hands on your thigh as the other suddenly pulls on your hair. Your head is yanked back a bit, breaking up the kiss instantly. He looks mad.

"You... You've been neglecting me all. day. It's driving me insane, you know that?" he whispers into your ear, biting at your neck with a slightly aggressive undertone. You flinch, not expecting him to behave like this. You fumble with your words, not knowing exactly how to properly respond to him while he's doing all these things to you.

Kokichi suddenly pulls away, leaving you blushing bright red and shaken up in your chair. He gives you one last glance before turning around and leaving the room, closing the door behind him.

Not able to fully comprehend what just happened, you let your face fall into the palms of your hands. What was that about?

Concerned about having hurt Kokichi's feelings, you stand up from your chair and decide to pull yourself together and head towards the bedroom. You slowly make your way down the hall and open the door to you guys' bedroom. He's...not there?

"K...Kokichi? where are yo--" you're suddenly cut off by the sound of the bedroom door closing behind you, him standing right behind you. Right as you're turning around to look at him, he grabs you by the collar of your blouse and harshly pulls you towards him. A smirk appears on his face, yet you're not sure what it means.

You never know what that look means.

"Get on the bed. Now." he orders, his devilish smirk making you worry just a little bit. Doing as he says, you slowly walk backwards towards the bed until you feel the edge bump against your legs, not breaking the eye contact. You slowly sit down onto the edge of the bed, your cheeks burning up again.

"Like I said, you've been ignoring me all day and neglecting your duties as my girlfriend. What are you going to do to make it up to me, hm?" he walks towards you, lifting your chin up as he takes a good look at your flustered face. You're always so sweet and innocent, at times like this it makes him want to ruin and corrupt you even more.

"U-um... I can-" you mumble, not sure what you were even going to answer. "What was that? I can't hear you." he remarked, raising his eyebrow sadistically.

"I-I... I can be your toy?" you stutter, slightly embarrassed by what you had just said. He seemed to like it though, since his mischievous grin only seemed to grow larger.

"That's right. You're my toy."

Kokichi suddenly pushes you back onto the bed, aggressively spreading your legs apart. It all happened so fast, you didn't have time to fully wrap your head around what was happening. As you look down, you see Kokichi's face from between your legs, his purple eyes gazing right at you. He pulls your laced panties to the side and snickers devilishly. "Look at this, you're already so wet from that! You're so dirty s/o, I'm so ashamed to call you my girlfriend..." he spoke in a degrading tone, reaching inside the pocket of his jacket as he pulled out what looked like a pink vibrator.

He wasted no time, turning the toy on and holding it against your sensitive clit. You immediately arched your back in response to the sudden and intense feeling you got from it, gripping the sheets tightly. You hear Kokichi giggle from underneath you, clearly enjoying your reaction. "This is nothing. Let's see how much you can really take," he says before forcefully pushing the vibrator inside your pussy. You let out a surprised and pained moan, much to Kokichi's liking.

Shaking profusely from the intense pleasure, you feel your eyes tearing up, your grip on the bedsheets becoming so tight you feel like you're going to tear a hole in them with your nails. From your half closed blurry eyes, you see Kokichi stand up from underneath you, unbuckling his belt. "Get up."

You look at him with teary eyes, still trembling from the toy vibrating inside your hole. "I said: Get. Up." His eyes feeling like they're piercing right through you, you slowly get up, your face bright red as beads of sweat form on your forehead. Kokichi grins at your lewd expression, whipping his dick out from his pants. "Now suck me off, you dirty slut."

Blushing heavily, you get onto all fours and move to the edge of the bed where Kokichi is standing, bringing your face closer to his shaft. It's perfect in size, twitching slightly as you wrap your hand around it. You prepare yourself to take his shaft inside your mouth as you suddenly feel Kokichi's hand push your head down onto his length. You choke in surprise, but quickly adjust to the new feeling as you bob your head up and down his shaft.

"Wow s/o, you're soooo naughty... Listen to those dirty sounds you're making! You're so disgusting." He remarks, snickering maliciously as he looks at you taking his entire length inside your mouth. "Let's really make you my dirty little bitch, shall we?" he says as he grabs a small remote from his back pocket. He holds it up proudly and presses a small button on the tiny device.

You immediately feel the vibrator that's still inside your hole start to vibrate more intensely. You stop for a second, moaning onto his cock as you feel your legs shake uncontrollably in response. You hear Kokichi laugh in amusement, pushing your head even further onto his shaft. You sputter, finally feeling your orgasm wash over you as you feel the tip of his shaft touch the back of your throat. Your eyes roll back into your skull, feeling Kokichi's hot cum shoot into the back of your throat simultaneously. You let out a weak moan, still not completely done riding out your climax.

Kokichi slowly pulls his dick out of your mouth, some drops of cum rolling down your chin as you take a moment to catch your breath. Your eyes are still blurry and your face feels burning hot, bringing your hand up to your face as you catch the remaining droplets of cum with your finger. Kokichi looks at you with a faint blush now apparent on his cheeks. You let your fingers run against the tip of his dick once more, gathering the last bits of his cum and bringing it to your mouth.

"Look at you, such a dirty cum slut... Who's my little cum princess, hm?" he asks degradingly. "I-I am," you reply, now feeling like any type of dignity and self-respect you had left has completely evaporated. "That's right, nyehehe..."

Having had enough of your mouth, Kokichi orders you to turn around once more, pulling the vibrator out of your soaking pussy. You gasp softly at the sudden feeling of emptiness, looking over your shoulder to meet your eyes with his. "K-Kokichi, please... I-I want--" you mumble, suddenly feeling his cold fingers stroke against your entrace. You shiver, letting out a surprised moan.

"Let's finish you off, hehehe..." Kokichi giggles, positioning the tip of his dick in between your folds, pushing into you painfully slow. Now having his entire length inside you, he doesn't move an inch. You turn around and look at him, his devilish grin staring back at you. You feel like you're going insane, wanting to move your hips against him to have at least some type of friction. He stops you though, not allowing you to move.

"Ah, ah ah... not yet. I want to hear you beg for me, you little slut." Kokichi says, his expression turning stoic. Feeling like you're losing your grip on reality, desperate begs and moans flow out of your mouth, begging for him to move and to fuck you senseless. Kokichi laughs. "I never expected you to say such dirty words s/o, I will have to punish you for that."

You immediately feel him start to move, picking up the pace rather quickly as he thrusts into you with full force. He grips your sides tightly with one hand, the other slapping your ass aggressively. Loud moans spill out of you, thick tears rolling down your cheeks. He grabs your wrists, keeping them placed on your back as your face buries itself into the mattress. You didn't imagine Kokichi to be this rough and degrading, but you were slipping into a state of pure bliss, not caring about anything anymore. The only thing you could think about was Kokichi ramming into you, your tongue rolling out of your mouth from the intense pleasure.

You hear soft grunts and giggles coming from behind you, indicating that Kokichi was getting close to his climax once again. His pace speeding up even more makes your eyes roll into the back of your head, letting out a loud scream as you feel his hot load fill you up again.

Trembling uncontrollably, you feel yourself cumming as well, feeling the mix of your juices trickle down your legs. Kokichi snickers, giving you one last spank before pulling out of you.

He takes a step back and admires the pretty sight of your demolished hole trembling before him, running his finger along your hole and bringing his cum soaked finger to his mouth. He licks it off, a satisfied grin forming on his face.

"That'll teach you, my little sex freak."

[ruki-mukami-dl]

Admin, a question for you. What are the 5 best scenes with Ruki for you?

((I really had a hard time choosing the 5 best scenes. There are just way too many... 😩

((But in the end I decided on the following:

DARK FATE DARK 09

"I'm asking if you gave them your blood."

"I know that! I'm talking about those Founders!!"

"Answer me!! Did you!?"

"Fuck...Whatever! Come here!!"

"Shut up. You should feel grateful I was so kind to pin you to the bed and not the floor. Seems like I was too soft on you after all. I take my eyes off you for two seconds and this happens. Without knowing how I feel, you just...!"

"I'm making it painful. It seems like you still can't quite learn from words alone after all."

((The cold iceberg, called Ruki, loses his composure. He raises his voice and has quite an abusive choice of words. Seeing him from this side is great. 😤

DARK FATE HEAVEN 02

Yui: "Well...Can I stroke your hair?"

Ruki: "I don't particularly mind but why do you ask all of a sudden?"

[She strokes his hair.]

Ruki: "This is an odd sensation. Having you stroke the top of my head like that."

Yui: "Ah...Sorry, did it feel unpleasant?"

Ruki: "No, it's fine. Just keep going. ...It's been a while since I've got to experience this feeling."

Yui: (...Did he fall asleep? I guess he was lacking sleep as well...)

((I like this 'Heaven' scenario because it shows Ruki's soft side very well. 🥰

MORE BLOOD DRAMA CD TRACK 6: REWARDED WITH BLOOD-SUCKING

"...Heh. Just as I've been told, this blood has the power to manipulate Vampires."

"This is a rather quick-working poison. It makes even someone like me feel a little faint in the head..."

"Haah...It's smooth, coating my tongue, before slowly taking away my ability to reason. And then, it makes me thirsty for more. ...Hah. This is...Livestock makes its Master."

"I thought only fools walked into traps with their eyes wide open, but I think I can...relate to them now...I suddenly do not seem to care about so many things."

"I want more...of your blood. My body...is craving for you...Ughー!"

"I wonder if this is what they call sadistic desires? I want to suck you dry..."

((Addiction and craving for blood — To see that blood can make a dominant and saditic vampire submissive in some way... is very interesting... 🥴🤯

MORE BLOOD DRAMA CD TRACK 5: TRAINING BEGINS

[He drags you towards the edge of the roof.]

"The underground illuminated by the light of the moon is truly beautiful. Does it not remind you of Hell? Hehehe..."

"Dive down, and crash to your death. Exactly as your make-believe wish."

[He pushes you.]

"Why are you holding onto my sleeve? Do you want me to pity you? In that case, you are barking up the wrong tree. I no longer have any humans feelings or senses. Well then, go!"

"You're begging for your life? However, your life is utterly meaningless to me. You're an eyesore...Die!"

"...Hurry up. If you keep me waiting for too long, my mood may go sour after all."

"I'll tame you so just like a dog who starts wagging its tail and running around in excitement from the second it sees its owner...You too, will throw yourself at me at once, pleading for my fangs."

((Well and this scene because it shows how brutal, sadistic and emotionally dead he is. He is a vampire after all. 😉

DAYLIGHT DRAMA CD TRACK 3: MAKE BELIEVE OR NOT

"I promised I would never hate you, and that I would bear your sufferings alongside you. ...However, I felt like those words alone would not be enough. After all, you are infamous for always taking on every burden by yourself. I assumed you would still feel hesitant and have your doubts even after I told you my true feelings. Therefore, as cliché as it may be, I decided I would make a vow to you."

"Come on, you know which hand to show me now, don't you?"

"Just as I thought, it looks wonderful on you. I will never leave you, no matter what happens. For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, I vow that I will walk by your side and continue to love you."

"...Although I won't go as far as to say 'until death do us part'. Even if said day awaits us at some point, I will vow my eternal love to you."

((Okay... This one because I'm hopelessly romantic... 🙈

((Thank you so much for this ask, Anon!!! I had so much fun answering it!!! ❤️

Sources translations: @dialovers-translations

[amysubmits]

Hi Amy! I hope your weekend is going well.

Last year I had a “daddy” (feels beyond stupid to call him that now) who, looking back, was completely using me but who did open my eyes to the fact that I’m interested in a D/S dynamic. However, things imploded before I had a chance to learn very much about it. Despite his betrayal, I know this is part of myself. It just feels right, so I’ve been researching and self-educating for the better part of a year now.

Now I have a partner who is my age, and while he’s relatively unfamiliar with D/S he has strong dominant tendencies and has expressed a sincere interest in learning about this when I’ve brought it up. He also loves my submissive tendencies. Since I don’t need advice on how to broach the subject, my question is this: do you have any advice, or can you point me in the direction of resources, that can help us dip our toes into this world, so to speak, both sexually and non-sexually? I feel like I have a bunch of puzzle pieces in front of me, but I’m struggling to assemble them. And I know that if I can bring some resources or ideas to him, he’ll be more than eager to figure out how to incorporate them into our life. It’s just that both of us are relatively inexperienced, so neither of us can orient ourselves very well.

Thank you in advance if you answer this💕

Hi!

I'm sorry that you had a bad experience with your previous partner :(. But so glad you've found a better relationship now!

I don't know of any resources that are real detailed about how to get started. I think that's probably because D/s styles (and kink interests) vary so much that it would be hard to make a starter guide that would work well for a majority of couples.

My advice would basically be to pick something that you both like and just start with that one thing and see how it goes.

CD and I started by agreeing to just one rule. "Lifestyle" wise, other couples may start by creating a daily ritual (like kneeling before bed each night, or the dom putting the subs collar on each morning), or agreeing to a piece of protocol (like whenever the dom calls the sub 'kitten', the response given needs to include 'sir'). It can really be anything you guys want, whatever you guys feel drawn to and whatever you feel is realistic for you guys. My main piece of advice would be to try to pick something specific and clear, to avoid vagueness. For example, a rule like "obey" is a really vague rule that could cover a LOT of areas, that I would see as a really bad choice for a new D/s couple to adopt. Something like "Lay out a towel for (dom) before his 8am shower each work day." would be better because it's much more specific.

Then just keep communicating about your thoughts and feelings about what you're doing, and discuss if you want to keep that piece of D/s the way it is, or if it could be edited in a way that would make it feel better to you guys. Or if it doesn't work, you can scrap it entirely and try a new thing. Once you have something down that is working for a while, maybe add in a second rule or a second ritual, etc.

Over time you will likely hit little bumps in the road. Maybe you'll have a daily rule for weeks and it goes great, and then one day you have a house guest and realize you can't complete the task in front of them and you don't know what to do about it, as you've never talked to your dom about how to handle situations where you can't do the task. You'll just have to communicate when thigs like that come up, and you can even try to make plans for what to do in the future of something similar happens again. Little bumps like that are just part of the journey in my view. It's cliche, but communication really is key.

As far as kink goes, it's sort of similar in that I think it's basically about choosing something you guys are both curious about, researching it as best as you can, and then giving it a try while communicating throughout, and talk a lot afterwards to give each other feedback on your experience so you will know what to keep the same or what to change up next time. The main way that I think kink is different is it can involve more research for the sake of educating yourselves on the 'right way' to do it and on any risks. Like if you were curious about trying flogging, you'd want to research how to swing a flogger properly, and learn about how it can 'wrap' if the blow lands improperly, etc. You'd just want to research the specific kink act and it's best practices and dangers if there are any.

But yeah I guess in my view that's basically it, just take baby steps and learn as you go. :) Sharing articles or whatever with each other, or reading/watching thigs together ca be a great way to learn together and might encourage conversations about what you are each interested in trying, kink wise or D/s wise.

Other than that, I'd say make sure you make a safeword and that you both agree it can be used at any time (not just during kink). Try to share any known limits or boundaries that either of you have surrounding the thing(s) you're going to try. Try to discuss how you guys will go about discussing your dynamic itself, too. Basically have a plan for what either of you should do if you want to make a change to the dynamic. Particularly as the sub, you need a way to say X isn't working for me, I don't want to do that anymore, without that being seen as 'bad' or bratting or whatever. Some couples request a 'meta talk' before having those discussions, some safeword and then enter conversations like that, others just have a mutual understanding that if either person starts saying they want to change something about the dynamic, that both people are on equal footing for that conversation, the dom doesn't have more authority than the sub for that conversation.

Hope this helped! If others do know of more specific resources for anon please share them. :)

[silver-tongued-bby]

You're Mine, Chapter 7

You’re the CEO of a groundbreaking drug company in Sweden with a work/life balance that’s more work than anything else. That is before you meet Loki, who turns your world on its head in the best of ways.

Set during the first Avengers movie. This work contains explicit content and BDSM.

Pairing: Dom!Loki x Sub!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, BDSM, dirty talk, oral sex (M receiving), bondage, spanking, fingering, anal play

Word Count: 4,440

Chapter Summary: You cook Loki dinner and he stops going so easy on you.

Author's Note: Chapter 7 already???? I'm thinking of closing most of the fic out next chapter but keeping it around for a few more prologues (particular kinks lol). I'm sorry I was late with this one- but I hope it was worth the wait. As always, your feedback is valued and I hope you enjoy!!

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By the time the two of you slipped out of the bath it was well after sunset. You felt fully relaxed and refreshed. You changed into a comfortable pair of shorts and sweater while Loki conjured himself an outfit.

You led him into the kitchen, sitting him down at one of the stools at your countertop.

“Do you like Thai food?” You asked, turning to open the fridge.

“Of course,” you could hear the apprehension in his voice.

You smiled at him then brought out some chicken thighs, scallions, an egg and some Chinese broccoli, placing them on the counter. Bringing your eyes back to his you found him curiously watching you. “Is something wrong?”

He chuckled. “No- it’s just I think I can count on one hand the number of times someone’s cooked for me who wasn’t being paid in some way. Thor once tried to make stew while we were hunting Bilgesnipes but it did not end with something edible.”

“Hm- not sure what a Bilgesnipe is but I can assure you this will be edible.” You smiled at him, grabbing the wok from the cupboard.

“Do you cook?” You asked, filling a pot of water on the stove for the rice noodles.

“I’ve dabbled since coming to Midgard. I do love a good plate of breakfast meats,” he sounded thoughtful.

You laughed. “Good to hear we have at least one leg up on Asgard. Here,” you pushed a cutting board with the vegetables in front of him. “Can you chop these? And slice the scallions? Here’s a knife,” you handed him your nakiri.

He moved the knife, testing the weight and balance of it with his fingers. He nodded, then gave it a flip and went to work, finishing in seconds.

“Oh,” your mouth was open as you looked at the finely prepared vegetables then back up to him. You were starting to rethink your first and only rule.

He smiled, chuckling. “Knives are kind of my thing.”

“I see that…” you trailed off, eyeing his dextrous fingers as he held the knife, picturing him in the armour he had on last night, knife in hand… You swallowed, bringing your eyes back to his you knew by his mischievous grin that he could tell exactly what you were thinking.

“Um- sorry, right okay.” You composed yourself then brought everything over to the stove and mixed the sauce. You quickly assembled the dish, tossing the ingredients together in the wok.

You dished out two servings and brought them to the counter and settled in the stool beside him. He had topped up your wine glass already.

“Ta-da! Pad See Ew,” you motioned to his dish, grinning.

He smiled at you, picking up the chopsticks to take a bite. His eyes grew wide, “this is delicious.”

“Thank you, thank you,” you bowed slightly towards him before turning to eat the noodles in front of you. Fuck- it was delicious.

“Where did you learn to cook like this?” He asked, most of his bowl gone.

“The internet. I’m not going to lie to you- I only know three recipes. This one kept me alive in college.”

You soon fell into an easy conversation as you finished your meal.

“Well, I promise next time I’ll do the cooking,” he said, helping you clear up the dishes. “Though I did bring desert,” he said and pulled a plate full of petit fours out of thin air, placing it on the counter before you with a little wink.

“Impressive,” you mused, bringing the wine to the couch in the other room. The two of you settled side-by-side on the couch, looking out at the dark, frosty lake beyond.

“Do you miss New York?” Loki asked, stretching out on the couch, bringing his hand to lightly brush circles over your shoulder.

“Hmm, sometimes. Though Tony, my old boss, is around a lot so at times it feels like I’m still in New York working in his lab.” You decided then to let him in on the only thing you’d kept from him- your work for Stark Industries. It was only fair. If he could tell you about being an alien-god you could tell him about your postdoctoral experience.

“Are you two close?” His hand stopped its movement.

“In a working-friendship kind of way. He’s the primary shareholder of the company so he’s around often. He took me under his wing at Stark Industries.” You let the words sink in.

“You worked for Tony Stark,” he turned to you. “From what I’ve seen of the man he seems like quite the handful.” He gave you a grin.

You laughed, relieved. “Yes I’d have to agree with you there. Though he’s the one who pushed me to go to Elv. I hadn’t been out in ages.”

“I’ll have to give him my thanks,” he picked a langue de chat off the plate, popping it in his mouth.

“It would be fun to visit New York again, with you, someday,” you said gently, looking into his eyes.

“I’d love to,” he smiled at you.

“Speaking of Elv, you’ve told me what you’re not willing to try. Tell me älskling, what do you desire to explore?”

You licked your lips, growing nervous. You felt trapped by his stare, his eyes were daring you to answer. “Bondage,” you swallowed, “and discipline.”

“You want me to be harder on you, little one?” His hand moved from your shoulder to gently push your hair behind your ear.

You nodded, looking down at your hands.

He brought his hand under your chin, guiding your gaze back to his. His eyes were warm though there was a hint of mischief simmering beneath. “I can do that, my älskling. Is there anything else?”

An answer immediately came to you but you couldn’t bring yourself to say it out loud. You lightly shook your head.

“It is not wise to lie to me,” his expression darkened with his tone.

You bit your lip. “Anal,” you whispered.

He tilted his head, surveying you. “We’ll have to train you for that, little one. Have you done it before?” He gently brushed your cheek with his thumb.

You shook your head. “Never, Sir.”

“I’ll take my time with you, älskling.” He stood. “Now, let’s have you change into something lovely so we can get started.”

He led you to your bedroom and into your closet. You brought out a few options, laying them delicately on the island of the walk-in. Your heart raced as he considered each option, his gaze flickering back up to you before motioning to the white Lise Charmel set. Without another glance he strode out of your closet, leaving you alone.

You shakily pulled your sweater off, marvelling at how quickly he changed from Loki to your Sir. He demanded complete submission with the way he carried himself and spoke to you, dressing you down with just a gaze. You took a deep breath and slid off the rest of your clothes before slipping on the soft white lace.

You slid the garter up your thigh and took a look in the mirror. Fixing your hair you took one last deep breath before stepping out of the closet.

You were surprised to find the room empty. You turned around, puzzled, before you felt his firm form behind you, his warm hands firmly grasping your waist.

“Such a lovely little thing,” his breath tickled the shell of your ear and you shivered. “My lovely little thing,” he was closer now and pressed his lips against your neck, just below your ear. You breathed in a shaky breath, the feeling of his tongue against the sensitive spot making your head spin. He snaked his hands away from your waist and pulled away from you to circle you slowly, his eyes tracing your heated skin.

“What should I do with you, hm?” His tone was lush, velvety, and dripping with sin as he continued to move around you with his hands behind his back. You felt like his prey, tangled up in his very essence, entranced before he consumed you entirely.

He stopped in front of you, an eyebrow raised. “I asked you a question, älskling.” His jaw was pronounced as he reprimanded you, the look of his aristocratic face set in a scowl sent waves of heat to your core and your heartbeat hammering in your chest.

“I’m- I’m not sure, Sir. I’m sorry,” you stammered, feeling very much exposed in front of his fully clothed form.

He stepped back, his knuckle against his chin as he studied you. “On your knees. Hands behind your back.”

Your thighs clenched together before you bent down on shaky knees, resting yourself on your heels, your hands gingerly placed behind your lower back.

He circled you once more, his eyes on the floor. He stopped suddenly and moved his hand in an upward motion, materialising emerald green ropes on the ground beside you. His eyes met yours, his expression momentarily gentle as he nodded your way, as if to confirm his actions.

You gave him the tiniest of nods and his jaw set once more. He snapped his fingers and motioned with his hands, each finger curling upwards as the ropes followed suit, coiling themselves around your limbs.

You sharply inhaled as they moved around you, the soft feel of the shibari rope gentle across your sensitive skin. The ropes fastened themselves around your arms, winding several times before tightening so that your upper arms were held firmly together. They wound themselves around your chest, the green bright against the white lace of your bra, then your shoulders, fastening together at your back. Your legs were bound similarly to your arms, the rope finding its way between your thighs, though your legs were kept separate.

Once the movement stopped you looked up at Loki with wide eyes, your mouth open to accommodate you accelerated breathing. Your chest heaved under you, the ropes tightening against your skin, constricting your breathing in the slightest. The rope pressed up against the lace delivered the most delicious burn.

He continued to circle you, his eyes darkening as they traced the curvature of your skin against the cords, accented by the white of your lingerie. “I’ll ask you again. What should I do with you?”

“I don’t know, Sir.” You said, both the fabric and the ropes between your legs dampening as you trembled.

“Wrong answer, älskling.” Suddenly he gripped your arm roughly to pull you up and threw you on the bed, face down. Your legs dangled off the edge and you lost track of his position within the room, disoriented by the movement. You stayed there for a few moments, listening to the sound of your breath, straining to hear something that’d give way to his position.

After a few moments of silence you felt the glide of his fingers against your bottom, gently caressing the skin. You let out a breath, feeling your muscles relax into his open palm as he laid it against you.

Suddenly he lifted his palm and struck it against you, a sharp slap ringing out in the silence of the room. Your muscles clenched at the sensation, naturally pulling away from the strike as a whimper left your lips. His hand was in your hair, gently tugging at your roots and you felt him over you.

“Two more,” he said against your ear, forcing a shudder through you. He bit the skin of your earlobe and you cried out, your hips pushing against him.

He ran his tongue over the spot before tugging more sharply on your hair. “And don’t you fucking move.”

Your slick was hot between your thighs and your arms flexed against the soft rope as you tried to focus on your breath, willing your body to stay still.

Pulling back he ran his hand gently over the skin of your other cheek before delivering a sharp slap. Your muscles clenched ever so slightly in response, your heart falling as you realised you’d failed to obey his simple command.

He was back against you, his strong hand gripping your bound wrist. He sharply bit on the skin by your pulse and you cried out loudly, the pleasure and pain overwhelming.

“Good girls listen, don’t they?” You could feel the depth of his voice vibrating against your back as he spoke the words.

“Yes- I’m sorry, Sir.” You got out, your voice sounding small.

He bit the spot again, this time sucking against it harshly between his lips. You cried out pitifully, the ache between your legs almost painful.

“You’re still at two more,” he licked the spot. “No moving this time, älskling. Be my good girl.”

You nodded. “Yes Sir.”

He moved back off of you and quickly brought his hand down. You held your breath, willing yourself to stay still. You let out the breath slowly and felt the slick between your legs dampening more and more of the lace and rope.

“There we go. So much easier when you listen, isn’t it?” His voice was sweet in your ear, making your heart swell with pride.

“Yes Sir.”

He ran his fingers between your legs, against your wet heat. You inhaled sharply, unsure if you were allowed to move. “Poor thing,” his velvety voice was above you still.

“So wet for me. One more, älskling.” He brought his hand back over your cheek, squeezing the flesh. “Then I’ll you’ll feel so much better.”

You shivered though just your teeth knocked together, the rest of your body holding still. His hand came down to give you the hardest spank yet, the skin aching in immediate protest. You swallowed the pain but welcomed the pleasure, coming in warm waves through your core.

“Now before I turn you around,” his hand gently ran along the ties binding your arms. “Take a deep breath älskling.”

You obeyed, filling your lungs with air before gently releasing the breath. He must have dematerialised your panties since you could feel his fingers tracing the skin of your backside. His touch left you momentarily, only to come back with some sort of cool slick covering them. He moved them along your tight hole and you relaxed into his touch.

“Good girl. This may feel cold,” he replaced his fingers with a small chilly object, running it against the sensitive skin of your anus. You whimpered at the sensation, both excited and nervous at the idea of what would happen next.

As he traced the object against your backside his lips came to press kisses against your shoulder, giving you a little nip with his teeth now and then. You were drunk with lust, your breaths slow and laboured.

“Breathe out and relax,” he commanded as his warm hand came to rest on your lower back. You did as you were told, your muscles releasing with his touch. He pushed the thing within you, and it stretched your hole momentarily before your muscles took it in, the top of it stopping on the outside of your body.

“There’s my älskling.” He tapped the end of the object and you whined, the sensation shooting waves of pleasure through you. You didn’t feel uncomfortably full yet you could feel something within you, warming up as it was exposed to the heat of your body.

He kissed the shell of your ear. “So tight yet you hold that so well. My lovely girl.” He gripped your hips and helped you up before spinning you around and throwing you down on the bed, facing him as he stood at the end of the bed. He moved to climb atop of you, his body caging you in as he brought himself over you.

His eyes searched yours for a moment before he bent his head, capturing your lips with his own. He licked along your bottom lip before dipping into your mouth. You moaned as you brought your lips around his tongue. He pulled back and bit your bottom lip between his teeth, marring the flesh slightly before letting you go. He smoothed his tongue over your lip then came away to study you once more.

He slipped his hand down towards your heat, taking his time to gently brush against your skin, the rope and the lace along the way. He ran the tips of his fingers along your slit and you gasped as your muscles clenched, the thing within you moving ever so slightly.

He dipped his fingers against your folds, the wetness of your skin allowing him to easily glide his digits against you. Your back arched against him on the bed, the ropes straining against your muscles with the movement. His eyes slid down from yours, watching the swell of your breast taut against the rope.

“Does my pretty thing want to cum? Poor älskling,” he dipped to kiss you, “I can feel how much your body craves me.”

“Y-yes please Sir. Please touch me,” you panted, his teasing almost too much.

He gave you a filthy grin and dipped a finger within you, then moved to bring in another. You could feel your walls clench around him, the toy in your backside pressing ever so slightly against his knuckles when he curved them to press the spot deep within you. The sensation caused you to cry out, and you pressed your nails into your palm to hold your orgasm at bay.

“Are you going to cum, älskling?” He spoke as his hungry eyes flickered from your face to your heaving chest, the white lace covering your flesh constricting against the ropes.

“Yes Sir- I’m about to,“ you were cut off when he slipped his fingers from you. Your eyes pleaded with his as you swallowed, your arms shaking as they propped you up against the bed.

“Only good girls get to cum,” he spoke firmly. “And you have not been a good girl today.” His jaw was pronounced as he hovered over you before moving off of you, leaving you to fall back against your bound arms on the bed.

You felt like crying, or screaming, or both but settled for a deep breath to compose yourself as you stared up at the ceiling.

He chuckled. “My pretty girl, so upset.”

You smiled pitifully, biting your lip hard as you shook your head. “I’m sorry Sir.”

He grabbed you by the ropes binding your chest, pulling you up to sit on the edge of the mattress. He brought his hand to your cheek, gently brushing his thumb against your heated skin. “What am I to do with you, hm?”

You looked up at him, your eyes wide. “May I show you how sorry I am Sir?” You licked your lips while your eyes traced the outline of his erection in his dark pants.

He kept brushing your cheek as he came closer, and you gently kissed his clothed thigh, your eyes never leaving his. His eyes were warm pools of blue-green, though once you kissed directly over his clothed member his expression darkened. You proceeded to give open-mouthed kisses over his hardened length, running your tongue against the fabric.

His eyes were heavy-lidded as he watched you before he gently brought you away from his thigh, unzipping his trousers and freeing himself. You marvelled at his member, the smooth skin of it making your mouth water. You bent to press a very delicate kiss against the tip of him, the skin ever so slightly red in its current state.

You kissed him again, this time swiping your tongue across the very tip of him and he inhaled sharply. You brought your eyes back up to his then opened and took him all in, his breath hitching as you did so. His skin felt divine against your tongue, salty with the smallest hint of juniper. You kept your lips pouted as you bobbed and ran your tongue along him, moaning ever so slightly when he was farther in.

You kept your throat relaxed and took even breaths through your nose as you moved over him with your mouth. Your eyes were wide, innocent, as you observed him, willing him to grab your head and use you as he pleased. His chest was heaving while he watched you, his hand coming around to the back of your head.

You moaned and pushed back against his hand. He took the hint and brought both hands to either side of your face and began moving you over his cock. You hummed, your core dripping wet over your thighs while he took his pleasure from you.

“Do you like being used, little one?” He rasped, his pace steady. You nodded, your head moving against his movements. He clenched his jaw as he looked down at you, a thick muscle in his neck visible from your angle. “Do you like it when I fuck your mouth, älskling?”

You moaned around him in response, your eyes watering as he continued to hit a particular spot in your throat. He pulled his length from your mouth, giving you a moment to collect yourself. You quickly dipped your head and bent forward, bringing one of his testicles in your mouth and gently sucking. You wished you had a recording of the surprised, strangled groan he made in response, you were pretty sure it was the first time you’d truly caught him off guard and it had you dripping with wet. You could feel it beginning to pool around the edge of the toy still within you.

You continued to lap and suck at his testicles, chancing a look up at him you were struck with his dark, hungry gaze. His hand came to your shoulder, swiftly pushing you away from him and pulling you up before turning you around and bringing you down onto the bed so your face was against the comforter. He brought a pillow under your hips so your backside was raised off of the bed.

You felt the bed dip between your legs then the hot heat of his length against your slit as he rubbed his tip against you, gathering wetness. He tsked, “not much of a punishment when you’re this wet, is it älskling?”

You whined in response but held yourself still, praying he’d realise you were being a good girl and would let you cum this time. Your thoughts were interrupted when he slowly pressed himself within you, the toy and his length hitting similar angles and spaces within you.

He bottomed out and pulled you up against him, the new angle of his cock within you pressing up against the toy in your backside. Now it was your turn to release a strangled moan at the sensation, the feeling of it all completely overwhelming you. With one arm across your ribs, under your breasts and the other against your throat he set a steady pace as he thrust into you. His hand roughly pushed the cup of the bra down and his finger moved to your nipple. He rolled it in-between his fingers, forcing a throaty moan from your lips.

“Please Sir,” you managed to get out between thrusts, “may I cum?”

His breath was hot against your neck as he kept moving within you. “Not yet, älskling. I can feel that you’re close, your cunt is gripping me so tightly. I can feel the toy I put in you against me, within your tight little hole. Does it feel good, älskling? Do you like being filled?”

You shuddered at the sound of his velvety voice in your ear. “Yes Sir, it feels so good- I feel so… So full,” your head was spinning with the combined sensations.

“Good. Do you want to cum on this cock for your Sir, little one?” His fingers were still playing with your nipple, while the others that remained wrapped around your neck were tightening slightly.

“Yes, Sir! Please- please let me cum for you,” you begged, your fingers growing numb behind you.

“Good girl. All right my älskling, you may cum,” he pinched your nipple hard, “now.” He sucked on the spot behind your ear and you came instantly, crying out as the combined feeling of it all overpowering you. You could feel yourself moving against him as wave after wave of pleasure came, intensified when he licked and bit the same spot on your neck.

“Good girl, ride it out. There’s my good girl,” he murmured against your skin, his pace unrelenting. You came down from your high and he pulled himself from you. The ties around your arms were suddenly gone and he turned you back around, laying you on the bed so you faced him, your back propped on the same pillow as before.

He settled himself on his knees between your legs and fisted his member, his eyes taking in your form. “Touch yourself for me, älskling.” He commanded, his eyes heavy lidded as he did the same.

You licked your lips, “yes Sir,” then moved your hand down to your folds, gently playing with your clit as you watched him. You moved your hand to your uncovered nipple and rolled it between your fingers as you continued to play with yourself, the sound of your breathing filling the room.

“Do you want me to cum on your chest?” He asked, his expression sinful.

“Yes Sir, please- please cum on me. Please cover me in your cum,” you squirmed at your words, you could feel another orgasm building quickly.

“Are you going to cum again, little one? Are you going to make yourself cum with me?” He rasped, you could tell he was close and that thought excited you even more.

“Yes Sir- fuck! I’m going to cum!” You whined, your pace even with his strokes.

“Good girl. Cum now- with me,” his voice was strained as he met his finish, thick ropes of cum shooting across your chest. Upon feeling the warmth of his release against your skin, marking you, you let go, your back arching off the bed slightly as your muscles constricted.

You both panted, fully spent, slowly coming back to yourselves. You smiled at him then looked down at your chest- the green rope still tied beautifully, with thick lines of cum across the green cords, white lace, and your skin. You lay back against the pillow and brought your eyes back to his. “I think this is the prettiest I’ve ever looked.”

He nodded. “Absolutely lovely,” he gently ran his fingers along your cheekbone. His eyes fell to your chest and darkened slightly. “And all mine.”

Chapter 8 here.

End Note: Happy Loki eve!!! When you rethink on your "first and only rule" it's the no knife play from Chapter 1. Stay tuned for Chapter 8- not sure if it'll be out Saturday as I'm hoping to update Summer Wine this week too and 3 chapters is a lot for me to get through. Love you all and thank you for reading!!

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Irresistibly Yours

Chapter 1 - The Elevator

Summary - Y/N Y/L/N moves to NYC in hopes for a fresh start after a nasty breakup. There she meets her neighbor, the cynical lawyer, Dean Winchester. A love-hate relationship starts evolving between them ever since they met in the elevator one morning but a desperate situation and a string of lies forces the two friendly rivals to go on a date or rather a fake date. Will sparks fly between them when Dean gets to know Y/N real and up close? Will Y/N finally find her Prince Charming in the grumpy, workaholic, divorce lawyer?

Pairing - Lawyer!Dean Winchester x Y/N

Warning - None for this chapter

Word Count - 1981

Square Filled - Moodboard ( @girl-next-door-writes )

A/N - *Cracks knuckles* Ta-daaaa! The series is finally here it's already Sunday where I live and I was dying to share this! It's going to be a wild ride ahead. So buckle up your seatbelts and enjoy the ride!

This is also my submission to @flamencodiva's Writing Challenge and @deanwanddamons' 2K Blogiversary challenge (congratulations on your milestone, Sian). Prompts are in bold.

Beta'd by @miss-nerd95 (Thanks again, hon❤️)

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Throwing her bag over the table, Y/N slumped down on the couch, letting out a sigh. The pressure from the higher-ups, consistent criticism of your work and impending deadlines were weighing heavily on her shoulders and she was in a desperate need of a break.

She looked over to the stack of papers on the table that now lay abandoned. The rejection from the publishing company was the fucking cherry on top. Y/N buried her face in her hands in frustration as she was almost on the verge of a mental breakdown, a few angry tears rolling down her cheeks. Letting her head fall back, she swiped away those angry tears, letting out a long sigh of defeat.

“Why can't I ever do anything right?” She mumbled, her breathing heavy as she bit down on her trembling lips.

In her late twenties, after a nasty break up, Y/N had a marvellous thought that she needed a fresh start. So she had left her corporate job back in Atlanta and moved to New York to pursue her dreams of becoming a writer. She had secured a good position in one of the leading magazine companies and started to write the novel that she had been planning since she was seventeen, but lately nothing seemed to work out the way she wanted. Sure, she was getting paid well but it wasn't enough compared to how much she had to deal with her shitty coworkers and bosses. She had now lost every motivation to continue her novel after the first draft got rejected by the publishing companies enough times to make her feel insecure about her writing.

“Why can't my life just be a goddamn Hallmark movie?” Y/N muttered under her breath as she picked up a cushion and covered your face, letting out a muffled scream.

Her wallowing time was interrupted by the blaring noise of her phone in the awfully quiet apartment, making her nearly jump out of her skin. Another frustrated groan left her lips as she saw the person calling her.

“I told you to stop calling me, for god's sake!” Y/N yelled into her phone.

“Come on, Y/N. One dinner.” The man on the other end pestered. “You know, at work people talk about how uptight you are. Let yourself go, once in a while.”

“Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn. Michael- I'm not interested. I told you a hundred times before and I'll say it again. Leave. Me. Alone!” She said. The line on the other side went quiet.

“Bitch.” She heard him say before the call disconnected.

“Fuck off!” She yelled again, knowing fully well he couldn't have heard her now. Y/N finally decided to put him in her blocklist because Michael didn't seem like he was gonna stop otherwise.

It wasn't that she had a stick up her ass for not wanting to go on a dinner date with her coworker. Honestly, she missed the whole first date experience, but Michael was definitely not the guy for her, or for any other girls out there in her opinion. He threw around sexist comments around the office like it was some cool shit and chivalry was definitely dead for him.

Y/N finally got up from her seat, shoulders still tense from the day's events. Opening the refrigerator, she stood there gawking at the leftovers in it.

“Cold pizza….spaghetti….chocolate brownies….” She looked at your dinner options, weighing each one's pros and cons before settling on - “Brownies it is.”

Taking out the chocolate confection , she returned to the couch. She put on Netflix as she browsed through it's movie section.

“Stupid Prince Charming-” she scoffed, biting into the delicious the chocolate chip brownie in hand. Grumbling at the unrealistic standards of Netflix rom coms, she still pressed the play on the film The Proposal.

Finishing her 'dinner', Y/N picked up the comforter, nestling deep into her couch as she watched the coldhearted Margaret fall head over heels for her assistant, the exhaustion kicked in.

“Fuck!”

And that's how the next morning started as Y/N woke up one hour later than usual. She had fallen into a deep sleep on her couch before Andrew even got to propose to Margaret, which was not exactly the wisest decision as the next morning, her neck and back screaming in pain.

The girl knew she was going to be late to work today by the time she had left the house. Hair up in a messy bun, a bag hanging from her shoulder, she tried to smoothen down the creases on her skirt before rushing towards the elevator in high heels.

“Hold the door!” She yelled at the man inside as soon as the door started to close. She sprinted towards the elevator as the man kept looking at her, an annoyed look evident on his face when he slammed the button, taking a step forward to keep the door from closing.

“Thank you!” Y/N huffed, as she got in the elevator. The man chose to remain silent and he pressed the ground button on the elevator. “I am so screwed today! I have never been this late to work!” She babbled on but the man still maintained the stoic look on his face. Y/N slightly turned to face the man of stone. He was probably in his thirties, his dirty blonde hair, sparkling green eyes and light stubble on his cheeks went very well with the crisp grey suit he was wearing. One hand in his pocket, he just stood there, jaw clenched together, eyes focused on the shut doors.

“You know, I should have set the alarm! Stupid-”

“Do you ever shut up?” The man finally spoke, a look of disinterest passing his face.

“Wow. Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed, I guess.” Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Excuse me?” His voice was hard.

“I said, someone woke up-”

“I heard what you said. I am just not interested in listening to your morning fuck-up story.” He scoffed.

“Woah, okay.” She widened her eyes at his disrespectful comment, “I just-” The elevator reached the ground floor of their apartment building and the doors opened with a ‘ding’.

“I think you don't want to waste anymore time talking since you're already running late.” Y/N gasped slightly at the audacity of the man. “Have a good day, Miss L/N.” The man wished before moving out of the confined space as Y/N narrowed her eyes at him and wondered how he knew her name.

“Have a good day as well, Mr….” She trailed off as she got out of the vator as well.

“Dean Winchester.” He said as he walked away, never once looking back as Y/N stood there, bewildered at what just happened.

Hands balled up into fists in apprehension, Y/N inhaled audibly, as she stood on the other side of the door. She was late to the meeting by half an hour, twenty-four minutes to be precise and nothing annoyed her boss more than tardiness.

“Y/N, it's a pleasure that you finally graced this meeting with your presence on this fine morning.” Abaddon’s words laced with acute sarcasm made it quite clear that Y/N was doomed when she entered the room. The remaining four pairs of eyes in the room were zeroed in on her, as she abashedly took a seat at the far-end of the table. She couldn't risk her job because of her smartass mouth and she was already on thin ice, so she kept quiet and let Abaddon carry on with the meeting cause even Cruella De Vil would be hiding her face in shame if she ever met Abaddon. She was an Umbridge before her coffee and a Regina George after drinking her coffee. There was no way she was going to spare the poor girl today.

“As I was pointing out, our sales have gone down in recent months quite drastically. Readers are saying the contents are not relatable or entertaining enough….”

A yawn threatened to leave Y/N as she listened to Abaddon go on about the poor performance of the company, her mind preoccupied by a certain green-eyed man. She had never seen Dean in the building before this morning. He was annoyingly good looking and rude and Y/N couldn't seem to get rid of the image of him looking dapper in that grey suit. She was barely able to focus on what Abaddon was saying.

With Dean Winchester still running through her mind, Y/N trudged back to her small cubicle after the painfully hour long meeting.

Plopping down on the chair, covering her face with her hands, she exclaimed, “I need coffee!”

“Thank me later.” She turned her head to Meg as she pushed a hot cup of coffee towards her before going back to her own cubicle.

“Black, just like my heart.” She said before inhaling the strong smell of the drink. Taking a little sip, she let out a sigh of content. “Jesus, I needed this badly.”

“Yeah, you look like shit,” Meg chuckled, earning a glare from her friend. “Did you even take a look at the mirror today? Honestly, I am not even exaggerating, I-”

“Meg, I’ll forever be grateful to you for this cup of coffee, but please stop talking.” Y/N groaned loudly.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Michael walking towards her and put on headphones and turning the volume up, trying to look busy. “Heads up, incoming douchebag.” The brunette said. After the hubbub of the morning and the shitshow of a meeting, Michael was the last person Y/N wanted to see.

“Morning, Y/N.” The smug smile on his face made her cringe. This had been going on for a month now. She thought after last night, Michael would finally back down, but apparently she was very wrong. “My messages don't seem to get through anymore.”

“She blocked you. God, take a hint.” Meg muttered.

“She's right. It's ‘cause you can’t seem to take no for an answer.” Y/N huffed.

“One dinner. Just one.”

“No.”

“She said no. Isn't that enough?” Meg jumped to her friend’s rescue when she saw her fumbling and getting uncomfortable. Michael inched towards Y/N anyway, completely ignoring his colleague’s comment, a smirk evident on his face.

“Y/N, don't be so uptight. What harm does a single dinner gonna do?” He asked.

“It’ll be cheating. I have a boyfriend.” Y/N blurted out, making Meg’s eyes go wide, but it actually seemed to work as Michael moved away from her.

“A boyfriend?”

“Yeah. We have been going out for a while now.” The said man frowned as he thought the words over before leaving her space with a little nod of his head. Maybe it worked on him without any hassle, but she knew this lie would come back to bite her in the ass if the whole office got to know about it. Oh, and they would know since turning around, Y/N saw Ruby staring at her, a grin appearing on her face as she took in all the juicy gossip. The lie was now gonna spread like wildfire.

“Spill.” Y/N turned to look at her friend who stood there, hands folded, eyes wide, brows raised in utter disbelief. She puckered her lips as she waited on Y/N to explain who just frowned in reply. “Well? What happened? I want all the details, Y/N!”

“Oh come on, L/N. Share the deets.” Ruby snickered. “Who's the man that actually managed to capture your heart?”

“Dean Winchester.” The name tumbled out of her lips so easily and that was how she knew she was screwed.

Chapter 2

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