#kinda rushed

[axx1s]

quick oc stuff I did to get used to drawing both, might work on more Sebastian stuffs soon

[kyzuri]

— nah, jeff can't accept that someone stole his spotlight in a beauty and best criminal contest

[that-fox-thing]

The celestial family! Wonder what are they playing?

[rinnivin]

you get nothing thing if you — “wait for it wait for it”.

[farfaras]

Part 1.

Maybe if Steve acts casual Robin won’t even notice. She barely pays attention to him when she’s too busy rambling about her love life. Or lack there of. If Steve’s lucky, today is gonna be one of those days.

But Steve’s good luck probably ended the first time he took a look at a demogorgon.

“What is that?” Robin giggled. If she finds this amusing wait until she hears what actually happened.

“What?”

“Don’t play dumb. That only worked when I thought you were an actual idiot.” She rolled her eyes.

“Yeah well, I was hoping you wouldn’t notice.” Steve put on his family video vest and clocked in.

“What? I notice things!” Robin exclaimed when Steve made his way to the counter.

“Yeah, when you’re not too busy daydreaming about Vickie.”

“You’re changing the subject!”

“Objection!”

“Stop it!”

Steve sighed. How could you explain your friend sucked your neck to make your another friend jealous when you don’t even like said friend? Tricky.

Ugh. Robin was gonna make fun of him.

“You wouldn’t believe me.” Steve tried. It was a last resort to save himself from the embarrassment.

“Yeah, because I’ve never experienced anything out of the ordinary.” She raised an eyebrow. Steve knew she wouldn’t let it go. “When did you even go on a date, dingus? I don’t remember you telling me about it.”

“I didn’t go on a date.”

“Well then who did that?” She narrowed her eyes. “Ew! Are you in a friends with benefits situation?” She look scandalized and curious at the same time. “Because honestly Steve, I don’t think that’s your thing. I mean even if you try, it wouldn’t work out. You’re like an actual romantic. Wanting a serious relationship, yearning connection and all that shit. It would be cute if you weren’t kinda desperate sometimes.” Okay he had to cut her off if he wanted to keep his ego unbruised.

“Jesus! Okay! You don’t have to say it like I’m some loser who can’t get a girlfriend!” If he needed humbling he knew who to call now though.

“But you kind of are.”

“Do you want to know or not?” Even if he was embarrassed about the whole thing, he couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t hoping Robin would give him some insight. Once she stopped making fun of him. “It was Eddie.”

Her eyes widened in surprise and… excitement? “Holy shit! It finally happened?” What is she talking about now? “I thought I would actually have to wait another year at least for you guys to figure it out.” There’s nothing that makes Steve feel more inadequate than when he doesn’t get what people are talking about. “I mean anyone who’s got eyes could see how much you two liked each other and it’s cute but I was getting tired of the pining..” she trailed off when she saw how silent Steve was. “Why aren’t you as excited as me?”

Pining? Like each other? Did Robin think..? Did Eddie?

“What the fuck are you talking about?” He questioned. His mind was going through every interaction him and Eddie once had. Trying to analyze his own behavior to come up with an explanation as to why someone would think he likes Eddie.

“Oh god. I thought. Did you guys not like… get together?” She was hesitant. It felt like she was trying not to scare a wild animal.

“No.”

“I gotta stop running my mouth like that. I’m sorry.” She looked mortified and it would be funny if this was another situation. “But what? Why would he do that? I’m so lost here, Steve.”

Steve went through backstory first, then he started retelling the events of the other day. Including how he actually enjoyed himself a little. He might as well be a hundred percent transparent, she was his best friend after all.

“Robin, say something.” His best friend being silent was not something he was used to.

“I’m so confused.” She said.

“Me too.” His confusion was starting to fade. The answer right in front of his face.

“So you’re… not together? Even after that?”

“I don’t even like him like that!”

“But you said you liked it!”

“Who wouldn’t!”

“I wouldn’t! Steve, a boy giving me hickeys is one of my worst nightmares.” He knew that. He knew it meant something that he liked it. The question is if he’s ready to face what it means.

“I- I know, okay?”

“Steve, say the word and we’ll stop talking about this.” He loves his best friend. He doesn’t know what he’d do without her.

“No. I think I’m ready.” Steve muttered. Robin smiled gently at him and that was all the encouragement he needed to feel safe enough to say it out loud.

“I like him.”

They hugged.

-

“It kinda sucks that he doesn’t like me back though.”

Robin thunked her head on the counter.

[xullian]

Passive.. my baby boy. I love him so much augh my HEART.

Clutching my pearls for him.

Passive Nightmare and Dream belong to jokublog

Bonus!!

Because i need them to be HAPPY.

[slummaggot]

The hobo dude in a trash can, has nowhere to sleep

An art challenge requested by @miyachelle

The reference pic @miyachelle gave me to draw my fav character in.

[vonne-inc]

product: yandere boss - stolen shirt.

gender neutral reader. masturbation with clothing. typical pervert stuff. (a little bit of) yandere behavior.

the day was quiet— the only sound was the clock ticking on the wall. tick, tick, tick, tick. a small reminder, one all too evident, that you weren't around. not now, at least.

even if your absence was temporary, he couldn't stand it. the growing need to see you was growing, and it was becoming unbearable. the only thing that kept him under control was knowing when you'd be back.

his body grew tense, looking at the ticking clock. five hours, nine minutes, and fifty-three seconds. it was still too long... still too much.

"sir?" his eyes snapped to the voice, his dilated pupils contracting. heels clicked against the floor, and soon, a plastic bag was set on his desk, "your lunch." staring at the bag, a familiar logo stamped on it, he quietly hummed.

as quickly as the substitute assistant came, she left. he paid no mind, focusing on the food. pulling the take-out container, his fingers skillfully opened it as he wafted in the smell. it was nothing expensive, rather cheap from a nearby restaurant. although it was special; a dish you commonly ordered.

ah, right. you.

his eyes flickered back to the clock. five hours, three minutes, and thirty-one seconds. only six minutes passed, "fuck..." he mumbled, the itching feeling growing again. his skin tingled, brows narrowed, and shoulders tensed.

pushing aside his lunch, letting it touch the end of his desk. he pulled his desk drawer out; a black, clean chest is shown into view. with a diligent motion, he grabs the key from his pocket and opens it with eager hands.

a sigh leaves his lips, pupils dilating once more as he spots the items inside. clothing, candid photos, perfumes, etcetera. all of it being yours. things to keep him managing whenever you're not around.

picking up one of the shirts he'd collected, unzipping it from its ziploc bag, he carefully takes the cloth and inhales your smell. it smelt just like you; your natural musk mixed with perfume.

the more he breathed in, his pants tightened as it showed his evident arousal. his legs spread wider, cock twitching, as his mind began to wander.

what would you do if you found him like this? force him to his knees and degrade him as he shows you how sorry he is? worshipping your sex with his mouth as he pleas for forgiveness.

would you let him bend you over his desk, fucking you with primal need? him whispering each perverted fantasy he's had of you; his assistant. praising you as he rips an orgasm from you repeatedly.

without thinking about it, his hands drag down his buttons shirt and toward his black pants. working at his belt, it falls loose as he slides his pants down— enough to free his cock.

the tip red, leaking with precum already, he begins to trace the veins of his length. his head throws back, eyes snapping shut as he continues. the stolen shirt had fallen from his grasp and hung on his lap, the smell still reaching his senses.

he reaches for it again, grasping it in his hand, while bucking his hip into the fabric. the loud groan resounded throughout his office. the act of your clothing being wrapped around his cock was enough to get him a needy mess.

his hand begins to stroke the cloth along his shaft, meeting the tip as it soaked in the precum forming. hips bucking up, digits balling into a fist around himself, he couldn't resist fucking into the shirt.

all he could imagine was what you'd look like with his cock thrusting inside of you. the way your face would contort, how your moans and gasps would sound, how stunning you would look riding him with his cum soaking your stomach and chest.

at that thought, he could feel the coil tightening. his grunts grew louder, eyes rolling into his skull. his thrusts became more erratic whilst his office chair squeaked underneath him.

ropes of white shot from his slit, soaking into the shirt and coating the end of his desk. cum hit his clothes, and he choked back a sob at the relief.

once he calmed down, he stared at the shirt in his grip that was still wrapped around his cock. before he thought about another perverted fantasy and become hard, he grabbed the ziploc and secured it back into the chest as he closed the drawer.

and while those hours without you were still unbearable, all that surrounded his thoughts was how much he couldn't wait to leave his newfound gift at your doorstep. he just knows that you'll be surprised to see your favorite shirt covered in his cum.

[disneyprincemuke]

it’s when we’re in a crowded room

alternatively: the little ways they show each other affection when they’re in a public function

in which they’ve got their own little ways to communicate their feelings for one another while they’re under watch of the crowd that’s not supposed to know of their relationship

(series masterlist)

-> fia thursday press conference, bahrain, 2023

she frowns, walking into the press conference room. it’s good that she’s got the time slot to be in the same interview with logan, but it suddenly doesn’t look all fun when she sees that lance has already taken the spot next to logan.

perhaps logan had a point when he told her to arrive earlier. or simply just arrive with him at that point.

“hello,” lance greets her, tapping the empty spot next to him. “you’re early.”

“of course. it’s my first media day of my career,” she beams.

“hey,” logan simply says to her, sparing her a generous smile before resuming his conversation with lance.

she sighs, dejectedly dragging her feet against the floor to the empty spot next to lance. she looks down, taking the mic into her hands and a placement card with her name on it.

then she notices a small flower, a lonesome white flower, as if it’d been picked up off the floor just by the paddocks. it’s taped to the cue card, with a familiar smiley face drawn on the bottom left corner of the card.

she smiles to herself and happy takes the empty spot next to lance. she moves her head past lance and lifts up the card to show logan that she acknowledges his little gesture.

logan glances at the card, then at her and flashes her a smile.

she spends the entire press conference admiring that small white flower. when she goes back to her driver’s room that evening, she presses the flower between the pages of her diary to bring back home to the uk in mint condition.

-> photography studio, bahrain, 2023

“alright, (y/n), you’re up.”

she shakes her arms, jumping in her spot. she turns to oscar. “how do i look?”

“great,” oscar answers simply. he reaches out to fix her hair. “although… okay, perfect!”

“nice.” she turns on her heel, lifting her eyes to meet logan’s, who’s stepping off the designated area where the cameras are pointed at.

“good luck,” logan grins. as he walks past her, one of his hands taps her shoulder, then gives her a light squeeze. “coffee?”

her shoulder goes numb, that one touch from logan reminding her how much she’s missed the sensation of him all day. she feels her stomach churn, though she’s unsure if it’s caused by the cameras or it’s just the effect he’s still got on her.

“if you’re getting coffee, then sure!” she smiles, stepping behind the camera. “do i look good? cunty graphics for the fans?”

“cunty graphics even without the camera and lights,” logan grins at her, holding up two thumbs up. “i’ll be back with coffee.”

she shakes her shoulders, trying to rid herself of the nerves. but her laughter and smiles are genuine that afternoon, with the thought of kicking off her shoes and laying back with her boyfriend that evening.

she glowed even brighter when logan came back into the room with her coffee in hand.

-> martin’s grid walk, suzuka, 2023

“here we have one half of the history maker this season, it’s (y/n)!”

she steps back in shock, not expecting for a mic to be held up to her face when she stepped out of the pitlane onto the grid for the race build up.

“hey!” she smiles. “i was wondering if i’d see you at all today.”

“oh, thanks for stopping by!”

she nods, clasping her hands behind her back as martin starts to ask her something. her mind quickly becomes clouded when she catches a whiff of a familiar cologne.

“excuse me.” logan says lowly, one hand on her back and the other on her shoulder as he tries to manoeuvre his way around her. it’s not an easy feat: walking out of the pitlane to get where you need to be.

“sorry,” she smiles, taking a step forward to let logan pass.

he scrunches his nose at her as he passes, his fingers chasing her skin. before the hand on her back disappears, she bites down on her bottom lip when he manages to catch the skin on her waist between his fingers.

the blush on her face stays prominent for the rest of her time with martin before she joins him at the end of the grid for the opening ceremony.

-> fia thursday press conference, monaco, 2023

she’s early today, surprisingly. perhaps sebastian was right when he urged her to leave immediately after their team meeting.

she scans the mic in her hand, turning it around over and over as if a new detail would show itself the longer she stares at it.

“hey. you’re early.” she looks up, smiling when she meets logan’s bright green eyes. he moves the mic from the spot next to her and takes a seat. “team meeting went great?”

“i don’t have much to say anyway,” she shrugs with a smile. she crosses her legs and turns slightly towards him. “you think oscar’s coming early so we can sit together today?”

“hopefully,” logan smiles. he turns slightly towards her, one arm hugging the back of the couch while he turns his head to look at her completely.

she glances at his arm placement. it’s crazy, but she can practically feel his arm around her when he places it behind her like that.

she cannot hide the smile on her face for the rest of the interview, and logan doesn’t remove his arm from the back of the couch until they have to leave.

it raises eyebrows, but not enough for them to receive any questions regarding their close friendship to the naked eye.

-> nightclub, singapore, 2023

“yeah, i can tell people i’ve been on the podium, baby!” she shrieks, raising her arm in the air with a shot in her arm. “congrats to carlos too, for being the only one to beat max this season!”

“hey,” logan mutters with a smile, tapping her shoulder. “don’t stand on the seat — you’ll fall down.”

“oh, okay.” she nods, holding onto logan’s shoulder as she carefully steps off the seat she’s stood on. meanwhile, he’s got a hand protectively on her waist in case she falls.

“here, drink some water,” logan smiles, taking the full shot out of her hand and replacing it with a bigger glass, now filled with s different liquid.

she watches hopelessly as logan puts the shot away on the table, deeming in undrinkable now that it’s left her hand. “aw, but babe… that was a soju shot!”

“i’ll get you another one as soon as you finish this cup of water, okay?” logan smiles, lifting the cup to her lips. “hydration first, remember? you don’t want a hangover tomorrow. we’ve got a date.”

“oh yeah!” she giggles, scrunching her nose.

he never gets her that extra soju shot like he said he would, but she does make it back into his hotel room in one piece. and then they enjoy their date out and about in singapore the next afternoon without hangovers and vomit.

-> fp1, red flag, las vegas, 2023

she sits in her garage, arms folded over her chest as she hopelessly sits in her beanbag. she’d dragged it out of her driver’s room all the way here after sebastian had told her that the night has yet to come to an end.

the fia decided to keep everyone here to finish up with the first evening of practice while they fixed the manhole cover that came out.

“hey, you got a minute?”

she turns her head, smiling at logan who’s standing outside her garage. “hi!” she feels a surge of energy as she jogs over to where he is. “what are you doing here?”

“missed you,” logan whispers, leaning on the wall as she comes to a stop. “and, it’s kinda cold tonight. i was in my driver’s room and i saw you left your beanie.”

he presents her with the familiar black beanie, pressing his lips into a thin line. “keep warm. you don’t want to get sick in this weather.”

“of course,” she giggles, letting logan pull the beanie down her head. “thanks. sleepover in my room tonight?”

“absolutely. i’ll head there right after this is all over,” logan mutters. “you wanna grab some hot chocolate in the paddocks? oscar says they’re good.”

“it’s a date.”

together, they walk the paddocks in pursuit for some hot chocolate and comforting marshmallows to go with it. the night might have ended later than they hoped for, and she’s typically tucked in by 2, but time seemed to fly by when he was right next to her.

taglist: @myxticmoon

[catchingdaydreams]

🌌 'We are, all of us, stardust, held together by love...for an instant' 🌌

[xkwhwhwhah]

licorice hair

[pixiesfz]

would you write a jessie fic where her and reader are babysitting for a friend? i love ur work 💗💗

hmmmmm YES! also guys I need more rquests I'm struggling on ideas myself so request away (:

practice? j.f

plot: you tell your national teammate that you can look after her daughter whilst she has her first practice and media work

warning: fluff idk

"Mini you can trust me and Jessie" you reassured your national teammate over the phone "I trust you, Harpers never met Jessie" Katrina pointed out "She's not called baby Canada for nothing" you joked "Harper will probably think she's also her age"

"Hey!"

You waved Jessie off as Katrina laughed "Okay, I've met Jessie before and she's good with your childish ass-" "I am not childish" you cut your friend off as Jessie scoffed from beside you "I am not childish" You repeated "Oh please" Katrina started "four years ago you were just as bad as Kyra"

"But I sometimes want to throw Kyra into a wall"

"I sometimes wanted to throw you into a wall!"

You sighed and changed the subject "So what time will you be here?" you asked "In about an hour and I'm bringing some of her favourite toys so don't let Jessie worry and go out to a store"

You looked to the corner of your living room that held a few teddy bears and an inside little slide.

"too late"

You could tell that Katrina was rolling her eyes from the silence "You know" she started "Jessies really excited to look after a child with you" she emphasized and you smiled "Well I'm really excited too" you spoke softly as you looked behind the couch to see Jessie putting anything pointy to a high area where Harper couldn't reach.

Katrina told you she would be there soon and you hung up to see Jess pulling out plastic forks and plates out of her shopping bag.

"She's only here for a day" you hummed as Jessie started pulling off the tags "Well what if she eats something and then we haven't cleaned it and then we need another plate for when she gets hungry again" Jessie defended and you smiled, walking up to her and hugging her from behind "So is that why we need 6 plates?" you teased and Jessie turned to you swiftly so you were now holding her from the front.

"I just got a bit excited" she admitted and you nodded "Harper is a special girl, I've learned that from rooming with Mini at almost every camp since she was born" you told her as the short haired brunette looked down at you.

"I did buy one thing that I thought you would like" she told you and you shot up in anticipation as Jessie ruffled through the bag and pulled out a small Chelsea Jersey.

"It has your name and number on it" She smiled as she shook it in front of your face, you gasped at the Jersey and took it from your girlfriend's arms "This is so cute" you beamed and kissed your girlfriend on the cheek.

It wasn't till later when Jessie opened the door that Harper ran into your arms "Auntie y/n!" she screamed when she ran. You held her close and placed small kisses along her face which the little girl laughed at.

Katrina and Jessie watched from the door "she's good with kids" Katrina said as she saw Jessies stare on you, Jessie hummed in agreement.

Katrina smirked at your girlfriends expression as you played with Harper "You know you can just ask her" Katrina told the Chelsea player before giving her Harpers bag and some of her favourite foods "I'm sure she'll say yes".

Katrina left as Harper turned towards Jessie "Who's this?" she asked you and you laughed "This is Jessie" you explained and she turned to you

"The Jessie?!"

You had talked a lot about your girlfriend at camps and Harper would always ask silly questions "Why is she all red?" she asked and Jessie turned her head "I think your mummy said something to her" you guessed as Harper laughed.

"Hi Harper" Jessie introduced herself to the girl who shook her hand with a smile "y/n loves you" was all she said before running off with a cheeky smile.

"Harper!" you yelled out to the girl who had now hidden behind your kitchen table.

After Harper settled and Jessie had finally officially introduced herself to the girl you had suggested to go on a small walk which Harper agreed to "I brought my beanie!" Harper squealed as she dragged Jessie to her bag to collect her beanie, you grabbed a beanie for yourself as well as you collected your and Jessie's coats, when you arrived back Harper looked at Jessie "Where is your beanie? we all wear beanies" She ordered and you smirked "Yeah Jess go get your beanie on!"

Jessie went back to your room and came back with her black beanie on before you all set yourselves up for a stroll, you were walking past a cafe when a couple of fans spotted you two.

"Can we please get a picture?" one of them asked and you nodded "of course" you smiled and Harper turned towards Jessie with her arms up "hold me!" she yelled and Jessie picked the girl up so she sat on her hip, you looked at Jessie with Harper on her hip and blushed.

"Harper remember to smile!"

When you arrived back home, you fed Harper dinner as you and Jessie ate your own and sat down on the sofa to watch a movie as Jessie and Harper agreed on the new Super Mario movie.

Harper was cuddling next to Jessie as you sent your fifth video of the day to Katrina who was quick to reply 'looks like she has a new favorite' she said and you scoffed.

Harper looked between both of you "I like it here" she said before snuggling into your side and fell asleep which you told Jessie to take a photo of so you could tell your friend that you will always be the favorite.

Jessie looked at the photo and smiled, sending it to Katrina and herself "This has been very fun today" she said as you looked to her "I knew Harper and you would get along" you said smugly as Jessie quietely laughed.

"You know it was almost as like it was practice"

practice?

You smiled at your girlfriend as she pushed your hair back with your hand "practice huh?" you asked and she nodded "Yeah only if you ever want to uhm have babies, children uhm... yeah" Jessie babbled as you leaned over to kiss her "I would love to have children with you Jessie"

You fell asleep with a smile as you cuddled into Jessie, Harper in the middle before Katrina came back in the morning to pick her up.

She wasn't too happy to see her kid in a bright blue Chelsea top and grins on both of your faces as Harper said how much she loved it.

[brainr0tx]

make a guess. what do u think happened

[lovelybunn]

conditioning .ㅤ- feat. soldier

warning(s): smut (under the cut), reader is afab, rough/hardcore, slight(?) degrading

author's note: happy fourth of july to my fellow americans! 🇺🇸🦅

The soldier's words pierce through the silence, echoing throughout the room. “Get your ass up, maggot! I know you can try harder than this!” You can feel his breath on the back of your neck as the timer in his hand continues to tick. You fucked up getting the intel, so now he's punishing you for causing “the whole teams’ loss.” (Everyone was doing poorly that day, you specifically weren't the only one to blame.) Right now the man has got you down in a plank position, making you sit there for 2 minutes straight. Your abs and knees have failed you, so inevitably, you collapsed, which is why the soldier is currently screaming at you at the moment.

"Don't you think this is a bit excessive?" you mutter weakly, your voice strained from the exertion. Every time you give out, he stops his timer. The soldier's response was immediate and unwavering. "Don't you dare question my discipline technique, private! This is nothing compared to what I could make you do.” This was enough to get you back on track since you had no interest in finding out whatever was worse than this in the soldier's book. You grit your teeth, your body trembling with fatigue as you get up to continue to hold the plank.

The soldier doesn't seem to care about your torment, however, and continues to yell at you and humiliate you in front of the rest of the team. “This isn't yoga class, cupcake! Get your ass out the air!” You wonder if this is some sort of power trip or if he just wants you to break down and beg for mercy. Either way, even from the corner of your eye, you can see that shit-eating sadistic smirk on the man's face.

The demoman lets out a loud, audible burp. His words are slurred as he speaks, “Ach, don't be so hard on the lad, they're fresh, Solly!” A loud crash is heard next as he stumbles off the bench, the medic and heavy swiftly catching him and carrying him off to his room. “Heavy thinks you shouldn't be so hard on alcohol, but we all know that won't happen.” All three men let out a hearty laugh as they exit the room, their shoulders slumped from the weight of their drunkard friend.

The scout saunters over next to the soldier in front of you, his sneering face looking down at you as he bends over to tilt your head up with his bat. The scout can't contain his laughter at your suffering, having been dominated at least three times less than you during the game, making it where he doesn't have to go through this. You scowl up at him, your body aching from the intense workout. The scout laughs, "Sucks to be a loser, huh? Wonder why Pauling even got you on this team—" His snarky remark is interrupted by the engineer, who yanks him by the ear and grumbles an agitated warning. "Get your ass on and mind your own business, boy. Come on," The engineer drags the scout out of the room, the younger man whining and yelling out retorts as they leave. The others have already left, leaving you and the soldier alone in the locker room.

Your head falls down to focus on the ground, silently hoping that you're at least halfway done. The soldier's piercing, silver-blue eyes look down at you, silently observing as he slowly circles around you. You can hear the rhythmic echo of his feet against the cool tile floor of the locker room. After a few moments, he finally speaks up, grunting out, "Twenty-five seconds." He comes to a stop and stands right in front of you, his eyes still fixed on your trembling, sweaty body.

You grunt out in relief, "Thank goodness!" You close your eyes and count down the remaining seconds in your head, feeling the burn in your muscles becoming more intense by the second. You force your spine to stay straight, your body begging for the torture to end. The soldier's voice thunders loudly in your ears:

"6...5...4...3...2...Time!”

You grunt out in triumph as you fall flat on the cold tile, its surface a stark contrast to the burning heat of your skin. Yet, the feeling of relief is quickly replaced by shock and discomfort when the soldier kicks you and forces you to get back up.

“Rise and shine, soldier! Stand tall and proud like the true powerful American you are!” he cries out, his voice filled with pride and patriotism. You groan and struggle to your feet, feeling exhausted and mildly irritated. You try to protest when he suddenly grabs you by the waist with a sudden burst of force, his hot lips pressing against yours in a passionate kiss. You gasp and freeze in place, struggling to understand what's happening. With your lips parted, he dominates your mouth with his tongue, tasting you with intense demand. After a few moments, he pulls away from you, grinning at your confused expression. “I like you. You're my favorite out of all these other maggots.” His smile widens into a smirk, sending a chill down your spine. “You've got a great body and strong grit. I like that.” Before you can even muster up a response, he turns you over to where your back is to him. He feels your skin flush pink, and he chuckles, the sound rough and rugged. “I wanna show you how much I like you, in one of the best ways I know how.”

Your body quivered as the soldier's rough hands knead and grope your form, moving and sliding lower with each passing moment until he reaches your aching core. His laugh is dark and seductive as his fingers slide underneath the hem of your underwear. Without warning, the soldier shoves two thick digits into your hot, tight little hole. “You're so fucking wet for me, private. You've always wanted to be my little slut, haven't you?” He growls against your ear. His other hand grabs a fistful of your breast, teasing your hardened nipple between his index finger and thumb.

You let out a startled yelp as the soldier's digits dig deeper inside you. Your walls can't help but to squeeze around him, his fingers curling inside you to pump in and halfway out as his thumb kneads at your clit roughly. You let out little squeaks and sighs of pleasure, unable to really form coherent words. The soldier growls low against your ear, “You're gonna cum already, huh?” His fingers pump harder, his thumb pressing firm against your clit. “Ya gotta toughen up, buttercup.” Your moans grow needier as your hips buck into his hand, begging for release. But, alas, just as quick as he came in, he pulls out, shoving his fingers into your mouth to force you to taste yourself. You whine in annoyance, but complying and reluctantly lapping up your own slick from his fingers. “Ah, just look at you,” He remarks, slowly pulling out his fingers from your mouth, saliva stretchy on them. “You're less of a fuck up when you do what I say.” The soldier smacks your ass, the hard sensation startling you.

“But I'm willing to bet I've already told you that.” You hear the shuffling of his belt coming undone and his pants falling to the floor from behind. The soldier's dick rests erect on your back, and you can tell that he's quite big. You swallow nervously. “You feel that, cupcake? That's what a true patriot feels like.” He coos, positioning himself between your legs.

The soldier bends you over against the lockers, watching as your slick streams down your trembling thighs. He laughs, slapping his hard cock against your backside. The soldier teases you, rubbing circles across your silt with the tip of his cock. “You fucking ready for this great American cock, princess?” He growls, his voice drenched with burning desire. You peer behind him, your eyes clouded with lust. “Yes,” you mew. With that, the soldier yanks a chunk of your hair back, not acknowledging your pained squeal as his cock hammers into your tight little cunt, “Fuck!” He roars.

The sound of your desperate cries mixed with the slap of skin against skin reverberates throughout the room, his hard thrusts leaving your ass red from his balls hitting at it. He abuses your cervix, pounding against your g-spot with ease and precision while his own grunts and curses flow out like a vulgar sea of pleasure.

He grips your torso with his arm, the joint flexing to keep you close to him as his hips snap rhythmically into your aching hole with vigor. You felt like you were on fire, dizzy from the rapture taking over your every sense. All you can do is cry out for more, your release nearing very close.

The soldier prys your jaw open with his free hand, forcing you to let out your shrill cry of pleasure, “Cum for your general, maggot!” Due to his order, shock waves wash over you as you squirt all over his length, your entire body twitching in ecstacy. He lets out one last battle cry as he hauls out his cock with an audible pop, “For The United States of America!” He hollers with all his might, his cum spewing all over your back and asscheeks in heavy loads.

With a bark of laughter, he quickly removes his white tank top, using it to wipe away the cum that drips down your heated skin. The cool fabric brushes against your lower half, and you shutter. Your knees buckle, and your hands scramble to hold onto the lockers for stability. Your entire body quivers with exhaustion, as he lifts you up off the ground, effortlessly carrying you bridal style in his arms. Through his bucket hat, you can see the glint in his eyes, filled with happiness, as his huge, toothy grin stretches across his face.

“You did good, kid. Real good.”

“You need to work on your stamina, though. Let's hit the shower, so we can do another rep of good ol’ fuckin’!” he says as he leads you out of the locker room, both of you almost fully undressed, your bodies red-hot from the ‘exercise.’ He walks with confidence, his head held high, towards his own shower, the smell of sex wafting off both of you.

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After Eren's death, Levi keep his iconic key as a memento of him. Each night he contemplates it and each night the pain and regretful thoughts flood his mind.

( I struggled to find smth for the fifth)

- welp I forgot the 2 fingers missing 🥲

Day 6 and 7 soon-

@ereri-nation

Day 5

+ Damaged

+ Survivor's Guilt

[chimychoo]

CW// some cuts and scars(?) there arent alot though

ANYWAYS CHARON AND CERES ART UNDER THE CUT

i have some minor doodles on paper too :3