#men like that will always go for the smallest person in the room because it makes them feel better

[morablackbird]

I’ve had time to think, and I want to make something clear to all.

Now more than ever we should go out and vote, not just for who’s gonna run this bitch but for seats and for government. Look into your local polling places to see what the next election is on and vote

Because it was never democrats vs republicans, it had always been democracy vs autocracy, freedom vs fascism. I’m not mad about republicans voting in their best interests, or hell if their had been just about any other sensible republican candidate, nor am I upset about those who question our democracy and its ability to give us the representation we want.

My hope is that democracy lives on past these four years, even if we the people lose our rights and our freedoms, we must never give up and never give in to hate and lies. Because if democracy survives we can always bring it back.

Do not lie down and die, do not let them win. It is time we come together as American citizens both Democrat and true republicans cause I know you are still out there, to fight like hell. Do not hurt yourselves that is what they want, if you are so beyond the point of no return then keep living, do not die because they won, die because you fought back, die gloriously! Die with purpose! Fight what battles you can at home and do what you must beyond the home, protect each other, especially our children who shall suffer the most.

And speaking of which, if you are a woman, cis or otherwise, non-binary born female, or a trans male that has yet to fully transition. It’s time to use their tactics against them. They want a nation of Christian ideals? This whole ‘your body my choice?’ Then it’s time to be maliciously compliant. Let us all take up a oath to never lie with another cis male. Let us become saints of virtue and celibacy. Let us be pure and free of the ‘sin’ that is sex then.

No more sex, no more babies, no more shall we give them factory workers and no more shall we give our bodies to them. We are choosing to be pure in the eyes of ‘their’ god then.

I don’t know about you but irl cis men are really unattractive to me right now, and if I really want kids I can adopt.

And for those of you who are LGBTQ and so on. Fear not for I believe in the promise of a better tomorrow. I believe in it, and we have fought for many years to get this far. If you are a adult you understand these hardships and hiding has never been easy but we managed. The kids however need us more than ever, they need to know we are there for them and we should protect them even at the cost of our own personal freedoms.

To all my friends with immigrant parents, who were born here and raised up under the ideal of freedom of choice. We have failed you and we shall never forgive ourselves for it. This nation was built by immigrants for immigrants, and it should continue to be so. Yet we choose to blame you for our problems.

My grandpa used to tell a joke, that was less of a joke and more of a upsetting truth.

There is a room in which three men live

In this room is a feast fit for several

One man is a businessman

One is you

One is a immigrant

The businessman looks at the feast and scoots the majority of it to his side of the table and begins to eat while the other two starve

But being ‘generous’ he tosses you a leg of the smallest fowl and says

‘Better grab it quick, lest the enemy take it from you’

As he point to the immigrant with none.

So you hold on to your scraps in fear of having none when in reality it’s not the enemy coming from elsewhere, but the liars who tell you it is so.

Immigrants were never your enemy and they never should’ve been, because unless you are 100% purely Native American I don’t want to hear it, cause not even I am.

I come from a long line of preachers and speakers, I come from a ancestry of natives and pilgrims, I come from two sides of the same coin when it comes to the civil war, I come from many Puritans, Catholics, Christians, and so on, and no matter what their stance was in our government there was one thing they all clearly desired.

Freedom

Liberty

The pursuits of happiness

Democracy

Do not let them win, do not give up, do not lie down and die because they say you should.

Fight to live another day, keep going even when shit sucks, don’t give them what they desire,

never give up!

Do you hear me?

NEVER GIVE UP!!

Sincerely

Dove

[notthewriteryourelookingfor]

So I made a Palestine flag pin to wear at work, partially because it feels like all I can do, and partially because the city I work in seems to be having a weekly protest about what's happening in Gaza but I seem to be working or otherwise busy every time so I can't join them but I can do this.

I'm a supervisor at a retail store and if I'm working on the weekend, I'm in charge of the day. (This does matter)

Anyway, yesterday I'd stepped away from the register cuz my coworkers had it covered and I was in the middle of fixing up an isle that was in danger of dropping a bunch of rolls of fabric on someone if they pulled out the wrong roll.

After a second or two, one of my coworkers came up like "Hey the dude at the register is giving [coworker] a hard time about your Palestine pin" so I went over to check out what was going on.

He'd left by the time I got there but I did catch a glimpse of him leaving. I am a larger woman, both because I'm tall (like 175cm which is about 5'8-9") and also wider/a lil chubby, the coworker he'd been having a go at was the smallest of the three of us (all women) that was working there. And part of me thinks that's why he complained to her and not me. Because I'm nearly the same size has him but the one he decided to have a go with was like 60% his body mass.

So she has a name that sounds like it comes from the middle east and I'm p sure he's racist based on what he said so there's that too.

Some of the things he said was "[Palestine] is a terrorist state" (which isn't even how words work tbh) and that me wearing the pin was "offensive and disappointing" and then left. (My coworker told me that these are some of the things she said).

My coworker is ok, she was a little rattled mostly cuz that's just how you react when a customer randomly has a go at you, especially since the majority of our customers are nice (if stupid) and then she was just annoyed that she wasn't able to snap back at him.

I've told the women working yesterday and I'm telling the women who are working with me today (who are also quite small and petite) that our store is not a place for debating, and if they feel uncomfortable about anything a customer is saying they can tell them to leave. I will back them up 100% and cover for them of necessary though our store manager is pretty good about having our back on these things too.

It's just so wild to me that he saw my pin, right below my "I'm a supervisor" pin, went to checkout, saw a tiny, maybe middle-eastern woman ladled as a "team member in training" and decided to parrot racist bullshit that almost definitely came from Fox News and then walk off like he'd won something.

I will say, I've had nothing but good things said to me about my pin. I have the Palestine flag pin, and the Indigenous Australian flag pin, both of which I made out of old fandom badges that I painted over cuz I couldn't find anyone selling badges near me and wanted the Indigenous flag before the voice vote a few weeks back. And then cuz I was continuing to wear that, I decided I should also support another group of people who have been invaded, colonised, oppressed, and demonised. (Just cuz Australians didn't carpet bomb the indigenous people when they were driven from their homes, doesn't mean they wouldn't have if the technology had been available at the time tbh)

People have asked if I made them or have asked where I got them because they wanted to buy them. There are more people who support Palestine than we really realise and that's great.

But:

Leave retail workers alone.

And don't get your info from Fox News or Murdock news.

[tbaluver]

When You're Sick- The Love And DeepSpace Men

parings in order: Xavier x Reader, Zayne x Reader, Rafayel x Reader, Sylus x Reader

genre: fluff fluff

a/n: only wrote this because i was sick for a couple of days heh (':

any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!

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Xavier:

You two were on a mission together but you noticed as the day goes by your movement has become weaker and slower. Xavier also notices that and asks if you were okay but you reassured him you were okay and brushed it off. As you both finished the mission, your headache was increasingly getting worse and your vision felt blurry. The last thing you saw was Xavier running up to you before your eyes fluttered shut.

He would carry you home and is extremely worried about your health. He just doesn't want to lose you even if it could be the smallest thing.

You would wake up to this man checking your temperature and constantly making sure you're comfortable. He would be fluffing your pillows and making sure you have plenty of blankets.

He would have accidentally bought too much medicine because he didn't know what sickness you had. His search history would be filled with how to make you feel better or what to get you.

If you were tired of being in your bed, he would carry you to the couch so you both could watch shows or movies together. He would nuzzle his head in the crook of your neck and you would freak out because you don't want to get him sick. He would reassure you and say he'll be okay.

Would have food delivered to your home so he doesn't leave your side. He would make sure the food is healthy and nutritious so you can feel better soon. He would blow the food if it was too hot and feed it to you.

Zayne:

You would cancel on him the day before your date because you felt sick and then you would find him a couple hours later outside your door with a plastic bag of medicine and goodies for you.

You knew he had work the whole night but he explained that he called off sick to take care of you. He would lecture you on being careless about your health and explain what's best to do on how to get better. He's naturally concerned when you're sick and although you can't tell from his expression, you can tell from what he does through his actions.

He would prepare you yummy and healthy meals that provide you nutrients and vitamins for a swift recovery. Would give you little praises after each bite you take and once you're finished with your food.

He would make sure that you take your daily medications and medicines. He would even give you a small treat after you take your medicine to get rid of the nasty aftertaste. He would insist on hand feeding you meals and would lecture you on how it would save your energy on recovering.

When you're sleepy, he'll place a cold washcloth on your forehead and brush any stray hairs in the way. He'll gently rub your cheek, to reassure you that he's still there while you're still asleep. Before he would change the washcloth, he would give you a kiss on the forehead before applying a new one. Since he's busy, he'll leave the medicine on the bedside table when he has to leave early in the morning. Would leave little sticky notes or put a reminder on your phone to take your medicine when he has to go back to work.

Rafayel:

He was away for a collaboration event for a couple days but you two would call and text each other to make up the missing time in person. Until you texted him that you felt sick and didn't respond for a couple hours to a day. This man was worried sick about you and he would be pacing around in his room trying to call you but it would end up right into voicemail. So when you wake up with one of the worst headaches ever, you open your phone to find many notifications all from Rafayel.

When he returns home early from the event, he'll be noticeably pouty and explain that he came back home early because he was genuinely worried something might have happened to you. You'll apologize and promise you'll make it up to him.

He would usher you back to bed and is quick to get you a drink and tuck you back in if you were cold. If you needed anything he would get it right away. He would stay close to you so he can hear you ask for anything.

Would not let you do anything other than rest. Will literally feed you with his own two hands to help you get better immediately but will playfully complain that his hand would hurt . He would get worried when you would cringe from the taste of the medicine. Lowkey worried that maybe someone is trying to assassinate you so he tries a teeny bit of your medicine and he would also cringe from it. Would try to find a better tasting medicine for you and when he doesn't, he makes sure you take a sweet treat after. He'll lowkey joke about the face you make after you take the medicine.

He would have you rest on his chest as he tells you about his trip to the event. He would get worried when you didn't respond but he looks down to see your cheek pressed against his chest and your soft snores matches the steady beat of his heart makes him relax and in awe.

Would get sick because he's all over you. Just because your sick just gives him more of a reason to be closer to you! He would get really pouty and offended if you would refuse to kiss him or give him any physical touch because you were worried he would get sick. Still would sneak kisses on your forehead or the top of your head.

Sylus:

It was the weekend and you didn't have any work. You woke up with a headache but you paid no mind to it. You tried to do your daily chores but as the minutes go by, you start to feel worse. You laid back down on your bed and pull up your phone to text Sylus but your eyes fluttered shut.

You wake up from loud noises in your home and you slowly peek out of you room with the stinging pain in your head, only to find where the noises were coming from only to find Sylus in your kitchen.

"Ah your awake. I was worried you were going to sleep the whole day." He says, putting some medicine in your cabinet. You would ask him why he came in and he would show you the keyboard smash texts you sent him before you knocked out on your bed. He also would mention that Mephisto would notice your slow movements and alerted Sylus right away. "I'm sorry I didn't come sooner." He apologizes that he had business to take care of but he brought medicine and other things that he think would help you feel better.

Seeing you in a weak state, he would get to work. He is observant and attentive to your body language. If you show any signs of discomfort he would be quick to soothe you and rub comforting shapes on your back whenever you feel nauseous.

He would carry you back to bed, preparing you fresh blankets, feeding you medicine and food. Would do anything and everything to ensure that you're feeling okay. He ignores your protest that he should also take a break but he continues to stay by your side when you wake up and when you fall asleep.

He would grab everything and anything you need so you don't have to lift a finger at all even if you say you can do it yourself. He just wants to make the whole process easy as possible for you.

[cosmerelists]

If Other Stormlight Characters Served as the King's Wit

As requested by anon. :)

"The King's Wit" is there to insult people in the king's stead. In this role, Hoid basically gets to stand at the entrance to feasts and make fun of people. It's a good gig for him. But what if other characters had this job?

1. The Stormfather

Stormfather (rumbling with displeasure): You have broken an oath today. Stormfather: You promised your son that you would play "Shattered Plains" with him this afternoon, but you did not. Stormfather: Though you feast for today, my storm winds shall one day scatter your dishonored bones. Elhokar (visibly sweating): Ha ha my new Wit sure is, ah, intense!

2. Kaladin

Kaladin: Ew. Another Lighteyes... Kaladin: Sniff, sniff! Smells like the exploitation of the powerless in here! Kaladin: I can name a dozen men better than you and guess what--they're ALL darkeyed. Kaladin: Nice outfit--did it come free with your ancestral privilege?  Elhokar (muttering to himself): I will not put him in jail again, I will not put him in jail again, I will not...

3. Shallan

Shallan: [sketching] Hapless Lighteyed guest: Is that...me? Shallan: It is! [shows Ideal Self portrait--it's the same person, only their sadness and distrust is gone and they shine with an earnest and honest light, looking out toward their future] Hapless Lighteyed Guest (visibly tearing up): I...It's beautiful. Shallan: Please, go ahead & take it! Elhokar: Shallan-Wit, why is everyone at my feast introspective and crying? Shallan: I'm really good at art.

4. Adolin

Adolin: Wow! You are so brave to put those colors together, and in a style from two years ago ago! Adolin: You are almost pulling it off. 

5. Dalinar

Dalinar: Hello. I could not help but overhear your heated argument, my friends. Dalinar: It reminds me of a tale from the Way of Kings, which I will now quote from memory... Dalinar: ... Dalinar: Aaaaand, they fled. Dalinar: That's the third time that's happened this evening.

6. Ialai

Ialai: [hands hapless lighteyed guest a folded-up sheet of paper] Hapless Lighteyed Guest: W-Where did you get this information about me? And my husband? And my...former boyfriend's sister's cousin? Ialai: [merely smiles] Hapless Lighteyed Guest: W-What do you want? Please! I'll do anything! Ialai: Why...nothing at all. Yet. Please enjoy the feast.

7. Lift

Lift: Mmmm....4. Lift: A solid 6! Lift: Perhaps a 5, but ONLY because of those pants. Lift: Wow! An 8! Wyndle: P-Please mistress, I don't think the job of the King's Wit is to rank the butts of all attendees! Lift: They need to know.

8. Jasnah

Hapless Lighteyed Guest: Ugh, I don't think it's right for the king to employ a heretic as his Wit! Jasnah: It's strange--one might think that your faith in the Almighty would inspire you to strive to be a good man, yet in reality your mother weeps each and every night to have produced a son who loves drinking and gambling more than he loves his children, his wife, or indeed the Almighty. Jasnah: Should you wish to inspire faith in others, perhaps you should try to demonstrate even the smallest reason why yours has produced an iota of good for anyone in this world aside from yourself. Elhokar (across the room, watching): I...am afraid.

9. Lopen

Lopen: Hey, I know you! I got a cousin in your army! Lopen: He always laughs 'bout how weird it is that your officers make the men pay for their own boots 'n' stuff 'cause it's an army not a charity, right? But then your officer son gets an allowance which is funny 'cause that kinda seems like the 'charity' thing that an army isn't! Lopen: We Herdazians tend to use a word to mean a thing, yeah? But you Alethi sure like to make a word mean whatever it is you want!

10. Szeth & Nightblood

Nightblood: Evil. Evil. Evil. Definitely evil. Big evil! Little evil, but still evil. Szeth: You've identified every guest so far as evil, sword-nimi. Nightbood: Yeah, I'm so good at detecting evil! So when does the slaying start? Szeth: I told you. I don't murder entire parties anymore. That is my past, but it does not have to be my future. Nightblood: But you're the King's Wit! You got wit-tle down the evil, right? Szeth: That is not what that means, sword-nimi. Nightblood: ... Szeth: ... Nightblood: People sure do speed up when they have to walk past us, huh? Szeth: I am pretty sure that means we're doing a good job.

[undiscovered-horizon]

"Hypothetically speaking" - Juice Ortiz x Reader

SUMMARY: It's basic etiquette to not try your luck with a friend's girl. But when that friends seems to have no respect for the girl, perhaps it's basic etiquette to give her the affection she deserves.

WORDCOUNT: ~ 3k

Truthfully, everyone knew it wasn't going to work out - everyone except for you. Whether you are too pure or delusional, the thought never even occured to you, while the other members of the motorcycle club knew the bitter end the moment they saw you. At first, none of them thought much of it. That's just how Jax Teller rolled, there is nothing new in that matter. It was the subsequent weeks that made them dread the inevitable:

Jax brought you around the clubhouse to help out with the accounting, housekeeping or party-throwing. Usually, you were holding a pan, a broom or a pen in your hand. Or certain other things whenever Jax needed tending to his more carnal desires.

Nonetheless, the other Sons have gotten to know you personally and it was that new friendship that bore dread in their chests. You seemed to have a curious talent for making people feel seen. Even the smallest of details never escaped your attention. Refilling the bar for the night, you'd always find time to ask Happy about his mother's health and how he was holding up. Chibs and Tig have come to expect you to ask them about their children. Their answers rarely changed and so did yours: 'I'm sure they're thinking about you.' The biggest surprise came from the prospects as they had grown accustomed to everyone pushing them around and yelling at them. So when you'd ask them whether they were hungry, at first they were sure it was some kind of a test or a ruse.

For Juice, those little signs of a soft heart were nails in his coffin. Whenever he was spending several hours in front of the computer, you'd appear with a drink and a small snack. On top of that, you always made it seem like these small acts of service are something obvious - it would be entirely strange to not care for others simply because you can. Usually, your presence would slow down his progress as Juice was willing to exchange his worktime for a conversation with you. As desperate as it may sound, he came to the conclusion that his job will still be there in twenty minutes but you will be gone the moment Jax enters the clubhouse and takes you away. Sometimes he wondered if he had Teller's charisma, would you give him a chance? Considering you were seeing his friend, he never planned on acting on his feelings. Even the thought made him cringe: fantasizing about fellow member's girl? That's a rather large 'no-go'.

As usual, the dread settled in the men's chests when you entered the clubhouse. Then, it grew ten sizes as they all silently realised that the inevitable was about to play out in front of their hungover eyes. You passed the threshold in a somewhat hesitant manner like you always did, unsure whether you're interrupting something or are even wanted there. Bobby, Tig and Chibs greet you but they're unable to hide a strange sadness to them. None the wiser, you chalk up their lack of humour to the aftermath of a night filled with vices.

The clubhouse is a temporary ruin. Bottles and glasses are scattered across all flat surfaces. One of the tables is slanted, missing one of its legs. A few pairs of bright-coloured underwear are lying here and there. Something tells you that yesterday you missed a truly historic night of fun.

"Is Jax around?" you ask. The men exchange a meaningful gaze but it goes unnoticed by you. "He left his shirt at mine yesterday afternoon, I was hoping to return it."

Tig's face cringes. There's a sorry look in his eyes. "Sweetheart-"

"He just left, actually," Bobby interjects. "Don't know when he'll be back."

You look between them, beginning to sense tension. "Alright," you answer, unsure what to make of the situation. "Then I'll just leave it in the dorm room."

Their silence makes you wary like there's a piece of information that you're missing while it's fairly obvious to others; something hidden in plain sight. You walk past them, when Tig's conscience puts up a fight once more. He makes a step towards you, hoping to stop the disaster about to unfold. Chibs, however, grabs his arm before the man can realise his plan.

"He's made his bed, brother," the Scotsman says in a low voice lest you hear their conversation.

"Come on, man," Trager answers with a look of disbelief on his face. "She doesn't deserve that."

"Aye, she doesn't." The man nods. His stern expression reveals that he, too, is more than unhappy with the unfolding events. "But it's already happened."

Juice is either really lucky or terribly unlucky to be walking down the corridor at the same time as you. His lips widen in a smile and he's about to call out to you, when he notices the white t-shirt in your hand. In a split second of considering his selfishness and your feelings, Juice decided to act against his own interest. He picks up his pace and manages to block the dorm room door just as you were about to put your hand on the handle.

"You really don't want to go in there. Trust me." Juice is trying his best to sound like he's joking but he's not a good liar - especially when you're the one he's attempting to deceive. True feelings are slipping through the cracks and you notice his nervousness.

"What do you mean?" you ask. The weirdness of the guys' behaviour that day is putting you on edge. What on Earth is going on? "It's not like there's a biological warfare behind that door."

Two laughing voices are audible from inside the room: one belongs to Jax, the other probably to a woman. Something stirs inside you, anxious and dreadful but you push it further down. No need to get upset before you get all the facts, right?

"See? Everything's fine," you say to Juice, although the reassurance is really for yourself.

The door swings open with a slight moan of the hinges. Then, as you take in the scene before you, it feels like time has slowed to a halt. Jax is sitting on the edge of the bed, scandily clad in the thin bedsheets. Maybe he covered himself when he heard the door open or he wasn't planning on getting up just yet. In the bathroom doorway stands Ima, dressed in a rather tacky purple lingerie - the cheap kind that desperately tries to have some semblance of luxury. Had the situation been less agitating, maybe you'd think that it's a fitting piece of garment for a woman of her sort.

It's hard to say whether it's the shock or resilience but you manage to keep yourself whole. The last thing you're going to do is cause a scene.

"Brought your shirt." You disturb the akward silence. Jax's expression is unreadable but Ima appears rather amused - there's a sly grin on her face. Her quiet snickering makes tears pool in your eyes. "Thought you might want it back."

Wanting to evacuate as fast as you can, you lay the t-shirt on the dresser by the door and turn around to leave the room. Juice hesitantly whispers your name as you brush past him but you can only muster a quiet apology.

Jax, suddenly realising the consequences of yesterday's impulsiveness, hastily puts on a pair of pants. He keeps yelling your name, begging you to stop and let him talk to you properly but you don't give in. Running out of the dorm room, he's stopped by Juice, who grabs his arm.

"I think you've done enough, man," Ortiz states in an angered tone.

For a moment, the two of them stare each other down in silence. The tension feels like a forest fire - one moment of carelessness might lead to a true disaster.

Both men are aware of the other's affections. It is only now that they admit this knowledge.

"You need to back off," Jax whispers. Juice is disillusioned that the Vice President would have no inhibitions in caving his face in.

But lovers oh-so-frequently tend to grow just a little unwise the more they love. Perhaps that has made all the difference on that dreadful morning.

"No," Juice says while shaking his head, "I think I should go after the crying girl who just saw her boyfriend naked in a bed with someone else."

"That's not your concern."

Looking over the blond's shoulder, Juice catches Ima's malicious amusement. She knew exactly what she was doing and not for a moment did she feel bad about it. When he looks at Jax again, his dark eyes carry more contempt than anger. "Apparently, she's not your concern either."

Before the young Teller can continue their argument, Ortiz is running down the hallway. Bobby, Chibs and Tig ask him something but he only gives them a disinterested 'later' and continues his search for you.

Despite the perfect view of the parking lot from the rooftop, you didn't notice Juice approaching you. Only when you heard the rattling of the ladder did a wave of shame flood your mind. You didn't want anyone seeing you like this, especially people of formidable grit. Some part of you dreaded being considered weak. If you were just a little more honest with yourself, maybe you'd realise that what you were truly afraid of, was the outside confirmation of what you'd already believed about yourself - too weak, too emotional to ever fit in this life.

The shame, however, seems to evaporate the moment you see Juice's apologetic expression. He always had a strange air about him, an aura you couldn't quite explain. Something about the man makes you think that you could tell him the most asinine or embarrassing thing and he would never think less of you.

With a hesitant, quiet 'hey', Juice sits down next to you. Despite his own desires, he leaves a gap between the two of you. His eyes keep switching between looking at his fiddling hands or the side of your face as though he's unsure what's the correct course of action.

"I'm stupid, aren't I?" you finally speak up. Turning your head to look at Juice, you notice a sudden change in his expression - for some reason, he looks like he's about to burst into tears, too. "Believing that he would settle for me?"

There's so much he wants to say. An entire monologue is prickling at his tongue. You'd be the one settling for him, not the other way around. Never. But Juice manages to keep those thoughts to himself for now as they are not what you need to hear at this moment. Maybe, just maybe, one day he'll get to show you that whoever you decide to marry, no matter how noble or rich, you will be the one settling for them.

"There's only one stupid person in this situation and it's not you," he says in a serious yet gentle tone. "Okay, maybe three stupid people."

Despite his resolve, Juice is only a man and he, too, must break at some point. His hand fearfully reaches for your cheek. When you don't pull away, he hesitantly wipes away a tear rolling down your face.

"Three?" you ask in a quiet voice.

"Jax is one, for obvious reasons." With the back of his hand, Juice wipes away the other side of your face. "Ima is two. And the third... is me."

Confused, you furrow your eyebrows. "You? You're not stupid, Juice. Why would you say that?"

"I'm the king of stupid, actually." He lets out an airy, bitter chuckle. Suddenly feeling small, he retracts his arm. "I just tried to cover for my dick friend, so the girl I'm in love with doesn't get her heart broken. Extra stupid points for running after her like a lost puppy that just wants to make her happy."

"That sounds more lovely than stupid," you manage to whisper before another wave of emotions wreaks havoc. Tears stream down your face again but this time it's not only the bad feelings - there's something nice among them, too. A sense of relief and belonging; an overwhelming realisation that you're loved as a person and not only as a woman.

He doesn't complain or lecture you. Neither does he attempt empty words of comfort and encouragement. Juice doesn't know what he should say, so he settles for silence. However, his quietness speaks volumes. With a soft expression on his face, he keeps wiping your tears away.

"What do I do now, Juice?"

"Whatever you want," he answers with a strange lightness to his voice. It appears that his response is not something carefully woven but rather a cliché.

You sniffle loudly and although there's nothing attractive about that, it's candid. In Juice's eyes, it only makes you more beautiful. "Right now, I don't know if that list is very short or ridiculously long."

A corner of his mouth rises in a nostalgic smile. He seems to be recalling a memory.

"Remember that one time when you couldn't sleep and found me working at the clubhouse?" Juice asks. You only nod, unsure why he would suddenly remind you of that. "Remember what you told me when I talked about all the things I still needed to get done?"

"It's only three things," you repeat under your breath. Truthfully, you have almost forgotten entirely about that conversation. Juice had been going on about all the complicated steps that had to be done before calling it a day but, in the end, it was only three things. Granted, three time-consuming, challenging things but only three nonetheless. You never thought your comment meant so much to him.

"Exactly," he says as though he had just given you the perfect recipe for anything and everything. "I'm suggesting, you do two things now. First of all, get over the guy that couldn't appreciate you."

"Sounds smart but I'm not sure I know how to do that," you admit with a nervous chuckle. Jax Teller has been a tornado to your soul: came suddenly, wreaked havoc and simply moved on. There is no one to clean the mess, no one to put the pieces back together except those that survived. And you're still at the stage of debating whether you have, actually, survived Jax Teller.

"I guess the first step is not going back to him."

As simple as it sounds, the solution might just be one of the hardest things you've ever done. Nothing good comes easy, as they say. If it's true, you're going to reach for something truly incredible with this resolution.

"And the second thing I should do?" you ask. Deep inside, you're paying he's about to suggest something silly or relaxing.

Suddenly, Juice turns shy. This biker guy with tattoos and a loaded gun is fiddling with his hands and stubbornly avoiding your gaze. Despite his appearance, you think he's adorable.

"Well, uh..." He clears his throat in a vain attempt to get rid of his shakey tone. "If you want, no pressure of course but if you find it in yourself, then maybe you could at least think about grabbing dinner with me?" Whatever your expression looks like, it must make him even more nervous as Juice immediately begins downplaying his question. "Like I said, no pressure. I know it's bad timing all things considered, so it's cool if you don't want to, it's okay-"

"I'd love to," you interrupt him.

For a moment, he silently stares at you like a deer caught in headlights. "Cool. That's, um... nice."

You see him ever so slightly cringe at his awkward response but you don't think him weird. No, the nervousness makes you all the more convinced you want to go out with him - the anxiety proves that he cares more than he's brave enough to admit.

"Can we add a third thing?" you ask hesitantly.

Juice smiles at you as if today is the best day of his life; the kind of smile that slowly mends broken hearts. "What's on your mind?"

"Say, just hypothetically, how annoying would it be if Ima's car had slashed tires?"

He nods slowly, a shadow of mischief dancing across his handsome features. "Really annoying."

"And if she had to pay for new ones and there'd be a bullshit charge on the receipt like premium air or something?"

The man laughs. How can a sound leave you breathless?

"She would have a really fucking shitty day," he answers.

"Just hypothetically, I'd be satisfied."

"I think I know a guy. Just hypothetically."

Silence falls between you again. It's not tense. No, it's quite the opposite - the silence of two people who can just be. Now that happiness or at least a lack of sadness has entered your face, Juice is staring at you with an expression you can't describe beyond soft. If you didn't know any better, you'd think he was not looking at you but at a rare, priceless treasure he has spent his whole life searching for. But you do know better; you know that, perhaps, people can be priceless, too.

A dark thought suddenly clouds your mind: Jax used to look at you the same way. Not always, not for long but he did. And yet, as he has proven, it meant nothing for him.

You push those thoughts away with all the almost-depleted strength you have left. It's no use crying and ruminating about the past when you have your future sitting right next to you. A bright, terribly good-looking future, one might even say.

"Can you just hold me?" you ask him quietly. The heartbreak of Jax's choice and the elation of Juice's confession have left you tired and vulnerable beyond all imagination. Such opposite emotions are ripping you open in conflicting directions. It's like dying and being reborn all at the same time.

"As long as you need, baby."

Juice wastes no time happily fulfilling your request. He brings your legs over and across his own, nudging you even closer towards him. Gently, he pulls your head to rest in the crook of his neck. As strange as it may sound, the man feels like a fortress protecting you from past and future heartbreaks.

[dervampireprince]

[dni minors, dni blogs that have no 18+ age listed in their bio] astarion x trans man! reader/tav /// smut, dysphoria comfort, reader's chest is un-described and untouched, reader has a vulva, soft dom top astarion, bottom reader

whenever there's a day when you feel off, wrong, you're hyper aware of your body and how it doesn't feel right to you, he'll notice. perhaps not at first, but the way your posture is different, the way you reject and shy away from his touch, don't flush or scowl at his flirting.

it's late when he decides he has to ask you what's wrong, him not being used to having others to care about, to worry for.

"have i done something wrong?" his voice is quiet and yet it startles you from your thoughts.

"no? no, of course no," guilt festers in you. "i'm sorry."

"there's no need to apologise, darling. as i've been told by someone quite dear to me, there's nothing wrong with not wanting to be touched."

"it's not that. i do, i," you breathe. "i want you to touch me quite badly."

"then i don't understand."

his fingers twitch, wanting to reach for you as your eyes flicker to the mirror across the room.

"when you look at me... what do you see? that is, i mean... you could have anyone you wanted, and i know what you'll say to that. and i believe you. that you want me. i just, sometimes it's hard thinking about the men you've been with, hells just men in general, and then... how they compare to... me. because sometimes, sometimes it's hard to see myself as... as..."

you trail off, aware of your shaking breath, aware of the wetness on your eyelashes, aware that you want to bury yourself against him but find yourself scared.

just as you start to wonder if you've ruined something, his hands hover by your face, not touching, waiting. and so you nod, and his he cups his palms against your cheeks, tilting your head to look at him.

"my sweet boy."

those words and his voice make everything the smallest bit better, you hold back a sob and place your head into the crook of his neck. him calling you a boy both soothing and comforting, but also always slightly arouses you.

"you know i love you? exactly as you are, because of who you are."

"i know."

he raises one of your hands to his lips and kisses it.

"would you let me show you?"

he's not used to being so careful with someone else, not that he hasn't been gentle before but it's never been out of his own desire to cherish the person he's with. but perhaps he can understand, in his own way, feeling disconnected to your own body.

"you're such a handsome man, such a pretty boy. and aren't i ever so lucky. when i was a child i would fantasize about some dashing prince, but i could have never imagined i'd find one like you. you're far lovelier than any dream. you're real. and for some unknown reason managed to see something good in me. you're the most incredible person i've ever met, and i'm going to help you see that."

your shirt stays on if you wish it, as much as he loves every inch of your body, and will continue to regardless of if it stays as it is, or if parts of it change. but he wants you to be comfortable.

he kisses you, trailing down from your lips to your neck, never meaning to get carried away there but always does. you find it hard to mind though as he kisses, teeth nipping but not drinking, leaving faint little marks. he likes leaving marks on you, a reminder that you're here, that you're proud to be with him.

his hands slide down your sides, over your stomach, they pull at the laces of your trousers, sliding them off you legs, leaving your bottom half bare, waiting for his attention.

you flush as he maintains eye contact with you as he slides a hand under your ankle, then down your leg as his mouth moves with it, kissing you calf, next to your knee, up your thigh. and if there's more to grab there, he reveals in it, adoring any curves, your softness. he pauses when he reaches the top of your thigh and chuckles, smirks to himself

"such a sensitive boy, i haven't even touched you anywhere intimate yet and look," you gasped as he glides a couple of fingers between your folds and then holds them up. "already wet for me."

he slides his fingers back against you, teasing around you before thrusting in, curling them upwards as he lowers his head.

"we can'tbe neglecting your cock can we darling? it's straining so hard. and just because it looks different than mine, doesn't make it less of a cock, does it?"

he stays blinking up at you until he realise he wants an answer and you shake your head no.

"good boy, that's right," he purrs and you want to feel condescended, but you just whine, flushing hot, wanting to be good for him, wanting to be his good boy, wanting him to call you that again. "and what shall we do with your pretty cock? shall i suck you off?"

you nod your head, eyes pleading with him and he laughs, not to make fun of you, but because your neediness, your eagerness for him endears him.

"very well then," his lips close around your cock, sucking and suctioning while his fingers continue to stroke inside you, your hands slip into his hair and tug accidentally and he moans around you.

"cheeky boy," he pulls back. "do you wish to come like this or..."

"fuck me," you say, and then. "please? please, astarion, i need you."

astarion always flushes when you tell him you need him. he slides up your body, "i suppose i shouldn't tease, you've been deprived of my touch all week, my poor boy thinking he didn't deserve this. don't worry, i'll fuck you like need."

his cock slips between you, holding you close, kissing your neck, hands stroking your waist as he pushes inside of you,

"that's it, such a good boy. always taking me so well," he loses control of his voice as he fucks you, murmuring praises as his hips snap against you, letting you tug him up to kiss you, pressing one of your hands down into the pillow so he can hold it.

he tells you that you're a good as you both come, he tells you that you're a good boy as you twitch, oversensitive, as he cleans you off, and he tells you that you're a good boy as you drift off in his arms.

[httpsghostie]

Under one Roof pt 2

pt 1

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I'm emotional :c

Summary: you never knew you needed a military roommate until you got one.

Word Count: around 1k

Warnings: it's kind of nsfw but no so much but still mdni, Simon 'Ghost' Riley x female!reader, mentions of trauma, sensitive topics

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Ghost wasn't used to affection, and seeing you there, willing to cling onto him and shower him with kisses, made his stomach get full of butterflies.

And he wasn't used to that feeling either, so he thought he was just feeling nauseous like he always felt from not eating properly.

You two didn't have an established relationship, you never really paid much attention to read between the lines when you signed up being close to Ghost. But it was worth it anyway.

He enjoyed coming home to you, he enjoyed the smallest moments he could share with you, because you were simply there for him when he thought he was losing himself. You couldn't fix him, but you could make him feel better.

Ghost was still a, well, a ghost. You never knew him fully, there was always a part of him that was buried six feet under, and you knew the part of him that he wanted you to know. You knew what he showed to you.

You didn't know the acid truth he held behind the broad shoulders you were attracted to, the men that had been killed by his beautiful calloused hands, and the trauma of all of his past creeping in his mind. You knew a part of it, that you could say. But again, only what he wanted to.

He'd sometimes be strange for a few days when he came back from service, not knowing how to react to someone wanting him back in a safe place. You were his safe place, but he was too egotistic to admit that.

But sometimes he'd just come home with open arms, walking straight to a 'I missed you' hug, without saying a thing.

And he slowly started to get more flirty, a side of him that you didn't quite get. But you didn't mind a little admiration after all this time you drooled over him.

And finally you two were met with a boring sunday, stuck in the living room watching a movie like you always used to do together, and the power gets cut off by the company.

You checked your email, and there it was, a message from the company saying they'd cut the power off for maintenance. It had to be on a boring day just like this one.

You're stuck with him. It's too late to go watch the sunset but it's too soon to go out for dinner.

But he begins small talk, complaining about the power company, and you laugh at his british rants. It's cute, you can't deny it.

It's almost too cute.

You need him.

The power's out, what could you two do?

And there you were, straddling him as he pulls your body closer to his, your lips never parting. He needed you too, you felt it.

But first times aren't supposed to be the most beautiful thing in the world, they're supposed to be messy, clumsy, and in some cases you need a few more times to really understand the other person's body and rhythm.

It isn't the first time for you and neither for him individually, but together? If someone told you on the first day he moved in that you'd be doing this, you'd laugh maniacally.

And there's also another secret he keeps from you, a secret that floods his mind as soon as you kneel in front of him on the couch. He tries to shake the thought away as he looks at you, but it's too late, it had already hit his lower parts.

He apologizes, saying he just needs a bit, and he feels calm when you tell him that it's ok if he's not in the mood, but he insists on trying again.

You take your time with him, making him feel good, and he starts to relax under the warm feeling of your mouth. He likes it, it's way better than masturbation.

And he's also so gentle with you, calling you love, darling, and whatever other praises that came to his mind. He let you guide him, utterly lost in the trance you put him in.

He let you ride him despite not carefully prepping you first, because forgive him, he was too drunk on the moment to even think of it.

You made him feel good, he truly thought that, but his memories were taking the best of him. His time incarcerated, the pain he felt when he was abused, it was unbearable.

He was strong, but not invincible. And he soon found himself gripping your waist too tight and slowly heard your voice getting louder, as it was hurting you.

You didn't snap, you knew he wasn't hearing you, that he wasn't in the moment, and you couldn't resist the urge to cry when you saw him falling apart. You said you were sorry for as many times you could think of as you got dressed, and for each 'sorry' you cried, he told you it wasn't your fault.

You stood there with him in your arms for as long as you could, in silence. Your hands caressing his arms as he sobbed quietly on your chest, sometimes snuggling between your breasts as if he was trying to inhale you completely. He needed this moment more than any carnal desire, he just needed love and comprehension. He needed to fall apart. 

He needed to learn how to be vulnerable again.

[blingblong55]

Tummy ache-141 & König

Based on a request: Listen. 141 (plus König if you want) with reader being know as someone who has the sweetest voice, friendlies tone, and is everyone's friend because of this but then when they finally hear them laugh. They let out the MOST DIABOLICAL, CRAZY, ABNORMAL, AND UNNATURAL LAUGH THEY HAVE EVER HEARD COMING FROM A HUMAN BEING!!!! (This is me, I was told I laugh like a witch, or a gremlin, or a undiagnosed mental person.) Thank you 😊 ---- GN!Reader, platonic!relationship, funny laugh, fluff?? ----

Being the smallest in the team, height-wise, the men who work with you always perceive you as something tiny and adorable. Your voice has always been so sweet and soft, so when Soap tells a joke in the late hours of the night, you laugh so hard that it genuinely scares them all.

The room is dim, your shadow cast on the wall as you rock back and forth with your "gremlin" laughter. Gaz is the first one to laugh at this, finds it quite funny how a cute little thing like you can laugh this loud and so…weird? He is going to be bringing this up in the future.

Ghost is the second one to react, he begins to say his horrible jokes. His deep laughter mixed with that stare he gave you dealt the deal that you would now be known as Grim, the soldier with the laughter and his newest goal is to make you laugh as hard and as much as possible. This is why now that Soap got that laugh out of you, Ghost keeps adding more jokes to the point you start to tear up and beg for him to stop because your tummy hurts.

Price joined afterwards, cigar held between his fingers as smoke fell from his cough of laughs. Tears get wiped the louder Ghost makes you laugh. Clouds of smoke fill the room, you enjoy this small moment since it will be the last one before going on an operation. When Price can't take the pain from laughing, he walks out of the room.

Soap and König join last and all they can do is bring a louder laughter to the room. The men only bring the volume of the room to rise, everyone inside adding more fuel to the fire and without knowing, soldiers from other sides of base begin to peek into the room, wanting more on the gun. Soap is the kind of man to push people when he laughs and naturally, the tall man König is became the target.

For nearly thirty minutes the jokes and laughs came along all until everyone lay on their beds, trying to catch their breath.

This is the rare moment soldiers like them and you get. It is beautiful, truly magical to have a sit-down, to listen, to smile and to feel that just for a moment all is fine. No blood on the dark military clothes, no worry about what is out there. A gun, bullet, a cry for a medic, all that is out of this room. Warmth, friends and a good rest, that is what stays in this room. This is a good tummy ache.

A/N: having a Writing/English class and my head is only filled with what I've done for the past week. Rhetorical this and that and now what you just read is my last piece of energy.

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Gift Giving (hypmic)

Hypmic characters and the gifts they give you

Featuring EVERYONE (excluding Rei and Saburo)

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Ichiro

I feel like he’s the type of guy to gift you experiences rather than physical items. He’d take you to a fancy cafe you’d been eyeing, maybe a movie you wanted to watch, possibly even plan a surprise picnic!!

He dresses up for the occasion too! Even if you don’t expect it, he’s out of his usual jacket and attire- sporting something he seemingly newly bought. Ichiro will absolutely light up in smiles if you compliment his outfit and effort.

Ichiro feels like his time with you is more valuable than any gift he could give. He has so many other responsibilities on his shoulders so he uses his “gifts” to make up for any time lost.

Jiro

Jiro worries himself over trying to come up with a gift to get you. He doesn’t have much money, with most of his salary going towards helping his siblings. When the time comes to give you a gift, he’s embarrassed- bumbling over himself with apologies for the supposed shittiness of his gift.

But oh, oh, oh he’s so sweet :C. He’ll hand make a card for you, educating himself on paper craft so it’s the cutest it can be. There’s paper cuts that litter his hands as he gives it to you.

Jiro immediately leaves the room, not wanting to see your face as you read the letter, in which he pours his heart out for you to fully see. Run after him and kiss his face will you?

Saburo

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Samatoki

Samatoki gives you a leather wallet... that he made himself!!

One of the old men who he buys meatbuns from told him about a class that would 'fit his vibe.' And when he begrudgingly took the class, the old man was totally right! Samatoki gets really into the task, hiding the new hobby from you because he wants to surprise you with a gift at the end of the class.

When he hands you the wallet, you can tell it wasn't professionally made. There's stray burn marks on the front, mildly messy seams holding it together, and a tag inside that is signed with his initials and yours inside of a heart. Samatoki is so, so proud of showing you his accomplishment though- and hopes you enjoy it as much as he enjoyed making it.

Jyuto

Jyuto gets you a personalized music box.

It's of your favorite song. One you would always play for him whenever you were given aux in the car- that he would always playfully say was becoming annoying to hear. One he only seemed to tolerate instead of actually enjoy listening to it.

But he knows the joy it brings you to listen to. He sees the smile on your face when you turn the volume louder, the shine in your eyes when it surprisingly comes on the radio. It's why, despite his mild dislike of it, he buys you a music box so you could play it whenever you want. Just so he can see your smile whenever he can.

Rio

Rio is a man of practicality. So he gets you a self care box!

He kind of throws everything into it, multiple body washes and bath bombs, a variety of different scents- he has more experience in self preservation instead of self care. But just from the amount of... stuff inside- it's clear he thought a lot about it!

When he gives the box to you he has a little trouble explaining what it's for. It's a rare sight to see, Rio stumbling flustered over his words trying to explain he wanted to make sure you were taking care of yourself in ways outside his understanding. If you offer to show him how to use all the stuff he got you, he'll gladly accept!

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Ramuda

Ramuda gives you an outfit he specifically designed! In his mind, there's nothing more meaningful than something made from hand.

He’s poured over it for weeks, wanting it to be absolutely perfect for his perfect partner. Ramuda knows your tastes to the smallest detail, so he knew just what to do to make sure you'd like it. And its comfortable too!! Made with the softest fabric he could buy, so despite whatever flashiness it has it's super comfy to wear.

When actually giving it to you, he makes you model it right in front of him! He's kicking his feet and squealing as you twirl around in whatever he gives you, excited to see you in something he created.

Gentaro

mfeafeiafjewamawe Gentaro gifts you a notebook.

It's unsuspecting first, with a plain, brown, leather bound cover. He's unusually casual about it too, handing it to you under his sleeve with a meek smile. Usually, Gentaro would make a show about whatever gift he gives you, jokingly saying you should bow to his feet in praise for his effort.

However, once you open up the notebook, you'd find it's filled with words of love. Poems, short stories, letters, all of it written by Gen to you. It's so, sickenly sweet and romantic you'd never expect it from him. When you look back at him after peeking through, he's red in the face, flustered to hear whatever feedback you may have.

Dice

Dice gives you a special lucky charm!!

He spent months hunting it down. Seeking through pawn shops and all the shady back alley sellers he knows. When Dice gets a good idea in his mind, he sticks to it thoroughly, the only thing on his mind being the joyous reaction he expects you to have.

And what does he give you? The matching piece to his earring of course! If you don't wear earrings, he'll have it converted to a keychain so you can carry it on your bag. Dice thinks it's the perfect good luck charm, both for him and for you :3

Matenro

Jakurai

fewafewafewfeaw Jakurai gets you one of those mini books that's like "30 things I love about you."

You know, the ones that have a different prompt for each page that you have to fill in. Despite the small space, he gets really detailed, and it's so sweet and romantic and yuck !!! They're all wildly different responses, ranging from how he thinks you always look wonderful to how he thinks you truly saved his life just by being in it.

When Jakurai hands the book to you he's shy about it, apologizing about the responses because he wasn't able to fit all he wanted to say. Of course, he'll gladly say it in person if you're insistent 😚😚😚

Hifumi

Hifumi comes to your door with a bouquet of flowers. He's all smiles as he stuffs petals and stems in your face.

Ooh, he was insistent on picking out the flowers himself. Hifumi has a company discount with the local flower shop his club works with- so he was all in on getting as many different flowers as he could find (as in, all the flowers he found pretty[as in, all of them]).

He also put together the bouquet himself!! It's a little messy, with some broken stems and falling petals. However, he's just so happy to give it to you that you can't help but find it adorable.

Doppo

Doppo gets matching keychains for you guys!

He likes being subtle about a lot of things, including his affections. The keychains he gets are the type that look regular on their own, but together they can link to form a heart or your initials or something romantic like that.

Doppo will often link your keychains together in public, smiling to himself as he sees the connection. Whenever he gets anxious in public and he's alone, he'll hold onto the keychain tightly, being reminded of you. Yes, while it was a gift to you it also was a gift to himself, to have a reminder of you with him always :CC

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Kuko

Kuko is so shit at giving gifts I'm so sorry. He has to ask his friends what gifts to get you and they're all so sick of it LMAO. Ichiro tells him to take you out somewhere, and that eventually gives him the perfect idea for a gift.

Kuko says his gift to you is a day of him being on his best behavior. He says it with a smug smile, expecting you to tell him how good of a present it is and is shocked to see your confusion.

He gets legitimately upset when you tell him that his best behavior shouldn't be a gift. The day ends with him promising you that he'll get you an even better gift next time, which leads him back to the drawing board as this dude is just so, so shit at giving gifts.

Jyushi

Jyushi writes a song for you!

He's not the lyricist for his band but he has a heavenly voice to back up whatever he writes. But he puts EVERYTHING into writing the song for you. Jyushi throws in references to your relationship, to specific dates or moments in time, to things only the two of you would know. He sees it as his magnum opus, and is very very proud of being able to perform it to you.

If his band doesn't want to perform the song with him he makes Kuko and Hitoya help him. Sure, it may have taken a few tear filled begs, but with their help he's able to perform the song he spent so much time working on, just for you

Hitoya

Hitoya makes you a playlist!

He's a bit of a classic guy, and would've made you a mixtape if anyone still used those on the daily lol. There's a lot of different memories within your relationship related to different songs, and he wanted to compile all of them for you two to listen together. Hitoya makes the picture of the playlist a photo of you two on your first anniversary, one where you're holding hands by the sunset and smiling.

It's sweet, cause he plays it first without telling you what it is. With every song that passes you recognize where it's from, and he's left smiling like a kid when you beam with joy asking him if he really made a playlist for you.

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Sasara

Sasara gets you a build-a-bear bear!!

He goes in store alone to buy it, and goes a little overboard in designing it. Sasara gets a bunch of overpriced accessories, stuffs it a little too much with stuffing, and picks one of the most expensive dolls because it was the cutest.

Sasara records his own voice messages so they could play whenever you squeeze the doll's hand. And oh my goodness, he recorded so many. There's multiple shitty jokes, several wild compliments, and a myriad of 'I love yous' said in various different tones. Just don't hug it too much, he might get jealous ehehe.

Rosho

Rosho gets you whatever you want.

He gets really concerned when trying to get you gifts, worrying over what you would like best, if you already have it, or if you'd think it's too much/too little. So, eventually he'll just go ahead and ask you what you want as a present.

As long as it's in reason, of course. If you say some ludicrous thing like a yacht or a new car, Rosho will get sad and say you know he can't afford such luxurious (why would you do that to him LMAO). But he'll take you to the shops and have you pick out anything you want, buying it with no question as he just wants you to know he loves you so so so much :CC

Rei

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A little late to post on Christmas but fwjhshshshshf. I tried to keep it neutral on the occasion since not everyone celebrates holidays and Kuko canonically doesn't know who Jesus is. I lowk couldn’t think of anything for Saburo so that’s why he’s not here bakbdkdbdksns

This isn't my best work as I was a little too tired to put these into anything else other than thought formatting but whtverrrr

I hope you enjoyed !!! I'll see if I can post anything else b4 the new year but eheheehhehe we all know me

[hazbin-a-helluvamagines]

Hey, can you do Emily, Charlie, and Verosika mayday x male!reader who was abused to death by his step father (reader is 20), reader is traumatized and depressed and is scared of men’s?

"Androphobia" ; Charlie Morningstar, Emily, Verosika Mayday

She feels utterly horrible hearing about the way you died! She has such a loving relationship with her dad, at least now, she hates the thought of someone going through something like that from someone who was meant to protect and care for them!

She's one of the most understanding of depression and trauma, but kind of a pushover about it, actually?

She'll try and reacclimate you to men starting with Angel, someone fairly androgynous, and Lucifer, seeing how generally polite and timid Luci usually is.

But she makes sure to always tell you that she'll be patient!

"Don't worry, S/O, if you're not okay yet! Sometimes, it's okay not to be okay... You have to feel it to let it run its course."

She'll let you hide behind her if you're ever frightened of the men around, too. After all, who would mess with the Princess of Hell's boyfriend?

She also puts this really intricate and overexplained sign on the door that tells people: "If you're a male or masc-presenting, please do not enter this room because this resident has trauma".

She'll take it down if you ask, though.

Like Charlie, Emily is utterly horrified. But unlike Charlie, she's also disgusted. Disgusted that someone you were meant to depend on could treat you like that!

She's quick to, if that person is deceased, either find them and punish them personally, or have Sera cast them down to Hell.

Yet again, super understanding of trauma and everything! Will have an entire discussion with you over boundaries, discomforts and triggers, things that make you feel comfortable after you've been triggered, etc.!

And she won't try to "make" you heal, she understands that these things take time, and with enough time, you'll start to heal all on your own...

She'll also use her wings to shield you from any men who may approach, but still be polite to the person if they weren't trying to be malicious.

"Hiya! Oh, my boyfriend? Don't mind him, he's just a little frightened. And speaking of which, I'd appreciate if you'd be able to turn around and maybe come back later when he isn't around so you don't scare him more! Please and thank you."

Speaking of, she'll also let you mess with her wings whenever you're getting anxious, trying to keep you distracted.

She's also going to politely tell anyone who makes you uncomfortable to back off, and won't honestly get more angry unless they refuse to back off. She hates anyone making someone uncomfortable, but especially you.

And she's also probably the most patient person in the world.

"Don't worry, S/O! Take all the time you need. Eden wasn't built in a day, you know? And I'll be here every step of the way. You can count on that."

Marry her.

She is... an utter bitch to literally everyone who makes you even the smallest amount of uncomfortable, even unintentionally.

"Excuse me? Who said you were wanted here? Can't you see there's someone infinitely more important to spend time with?"

I'd honestly be surprised if she doesn't make someone cry doing that.

She'll also make sure to give you special seats with either all-women, or by yourself at all of her events and concerts, just so she doesn't risk you having a panic attack while she isn't there to help you.

She'll try to acclimate you with the men of her crew, but aside from that, she doesn't really mind if you want to get along with other men or not.

She's also one who's surprisingly attentive to depression, always making sure you take your meds if you need them, managing you with a proper diet, and trying to help you sleep at times.

Whenever you have to go anywhere in public, she'll either go with you or have Coco, Milky, Apple, or Kiki go with you.

Like Emily, she'll shield you with her wings if she sees a man approach when she's out with you, that way you don't have to interact with them.

And if they comment on it?

"Why's your boyfriend hiding behind his bitch?"

"Why are you still a virgin living in your mom's basement at forty-five?"

Yeah...

Well, at least she cares. :')

[lady-ashfade]

Little Gremlin

Kaz Brekker x fem!reader x Jesper Fahey

This is kinda little chaotic, but small and fluffy.

Warnings: Poly relationships, but you already knew this, fluff, the reader being-Well her.

He hissed as the liquid burned his throat, he slammed the small glass down and it made a clink on the counter. Next to him he could make his “boss” staring at him with the look. The one were he seems to not know how to look even just the bit of calm, always looking angry. But jes knew that he was indeed, almost always angry, if not always.

“Light up, you know you enjoy my company.” He flashed his charming smile in his face. Kaz rolled his eyes and down to the ground, looking away from him and fixing his hands on his cane. “Much to my dismay.” The man with the hat look at him like his word’s truly hurt, “Rude, you know that’s no way to speak to your boyfriend.”

Kaz looked back at him with a dead expression. “You’re still on the clock.” Jesper gasped and hit his chest. “And? I can have two titles.” Kaz’s lips actually brought themselves up in a mischievous smile, but the smallest bit. Jesper took his silence as defeat and tapped his fingers on the counter for a refill of his shot. Jes glanced back at kaz to see if he wanted to have a drink but the man just shook his head.

The doors slammed open and their attention was drawn to the person who stepped through. Their girl, y/n. She catched her breath but a smile on her face never fell, they could tell she was happy. Kaz looked down at the strap on her shoulder and then followed it down and saw it was a satchel. His chest filled with pride because that meant you had been successful. But he knew you would be.

Making your way over to them you stood between the both of them with your hand on the brown bag. “I suppose you got it then.” You smiled as your boyfriend wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you close to his side. His smirk matching yours. “Hmm, but you don’t think that’s all I did?” You ask and look at them both.

Raising a brow at you, kaz was wondering what you had done this time. He knew with you it was always random, because he’s had his fare-share of seeing what you do. Once he had you go collect money from some farmer, the person who needed the payment offered some of the money. That day you walked back in with a chicken just for fun, you hadn’t planned on keeping it but you just saw it and took it. He hated that because you kept in the your room for two days until he made you get rid of it.

You smiled at them both and stepped away from them both, “Meet me in the back.” And you walked off as the two watch you. Then both men look at each other, “Well, I want to see.” Jesper jumps up and followed you into the back. Kaz sighed and stood up on his feet and used his cane for support and follows behind the two of you.

“What do you think?…”

You look at them both as they stare down at the table in front of them. They looked speechless and their eyes filled with so many questions. You had poured out the bag onto the table of what all you had stole, the necklace you were sent to steal but there was so much more. Many golden and silver jewelry, then golden coins that looked like a fortune.

Jesper let out a laughed and kaz closes his eyes, trying not to smile. “I can’t believe this, this is a fortune. I could get so many hats with this.” Jesper thought of all hats in his head, one with a feather, one was bright red with a bow. Kaz just stayed there and then looked at you, and knowing him so well you could tell he was amused.

“This was more then I sent you for,” you crossed your arms and puffed out your lips. “But this a nice surprise.” Smiling again you went to him and sat on the table in front of him, your other boyfriend coming to be by the two of you. “What are we going to do with this?” Jesper asked.

“What do you want, darling?” Kaz leaned down a bit. Thinking for a moment of what you could possibly want, “I want to have dinner, I’m starving. Somewhere nice.” You added the last part and kicked your feet a bit.

“Then let’s get our little gremlin something to eat.” Jesper placed a kiss on your lips and you giggled. Kaz looked at the two of you happily, “It’s coming from her cut of the money.” You glare playfully at him and then jump up to kiss his cheek, Jesper moving with you and going to kiss the other cheek.

“Don’t push this.” Kaz advised the two of you.



[bedoballoons]

Hello it's me again, if you have time, can you write headcanon and maybe a little how the story goes about, Genshin Men can you add Cyno N Heizou please? with a S/o when is sad and not because of them they will cover up their face full mask with a " :)" smiley face on it, because they don't want anyone to see them sad/frown/or cry because they are embarrassed and don't want burden anyone.

And also they s/o when is feeling down, they don't how to handle physical touch anymore. They feel a little uncomfy because she doesn't anyone to see her cry, so basically I want fluff and aftercare in this.

Thank you<3

If this sounds details and personal? Because it is personal...it's one of my hidden feelings I want to know how Genshin male will take care of this.

-🍩🐈

Hello! I always got time don't worry, sorry this took a bit to write, but I wanted to make sure it was perfect. I hope you enjoy and your day/night is going better <3

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿─

{༻~Bottled up~༺}

CW: Reader hides their feelings because they don't want to be a burden, slightly angsty but also fluffy and comforting in the end.

(Includes: Heizou, and Cyno!)

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𑁍༄Heizou:

You held your legs close to your chest as hot tears streamed down your face in burning thin lines, staining your mask with your sadness and leaving you feeling...alone. Even with the smile pinned snug against your face, happiness seemed so far out of reach...and it felt like even if you somehow managed to ask someone for help, you'd just be adding to their burdens...annoying them with your issues.

You flinched as the door cracked opened slowly, letting light pour in from it...and causing the hold on yourself to tighten..even more so when someone walked in to the room and sat down beside you. In truth you already knew what he was going to say, you knew he was there for you and you wanted to talk to him, you wanted him to embrace you but...it all felt so...difficult.

Heizou sighed quietly, rubbing circles into your skin with his thumb...giving you the smallest amount of physical comfort he could, he just... wanted you to know it was okay, that you were safe with him. "I won't force you to talk to me...I've seen how hard it is for you and I don't want to make it worse by pressuring you...but please you don't have to hide your feelings from me. I love you and taking care of you is in no way a burden to me, I enjoy helping you...and I want to if you'll let me..."

You looked at him with uncertainty in your eyes... your nose sniffling as he opened his arms for you and smiled sweetly, looking so inviting...and yet scary at the same time, but you just...couldn't resist it anymore. You moved in closer to him, more warm tears escaping you...but now you weren't alone...he was there and he always would be.

𑁍༄Cyno:

Cyno sat across from you, his hands holding yours so gently...in hopes that he wouldn't make you uncomfortable. In reality he wanted nothing more than to help you...to tell you the mask was unnecessary...explain there was no reason to hide your sadness from him, but he knew it wasn't that easy...especially for you. No, those were long term goals...right now he just needed you to know you were something he cherished and that your pain wasn't something he thought of as tedious...but rather something he wanted so desperately to help you with. He absolutely needed you to know that.

"I don't take your sadness lightly....I just want you to know you can come to me and I'll never turn you away. I want to help you understand that it's okay to rely on me and that it's not embarrassing to feel something...I want you to know how much I love you..and how happy it would make me to be the person you confide in." His voice was soft...and his words sparked something in your heart, something you really didn't know how to handle yet.

But it was enough...and even though you were scared, you were enjoying his presence...and you wanted to talk to him. "I-i love you too."

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[conmastor]

T4T Maxley for the soul

Okay so this one I like to call it:

Miss Belladonna

I based the title on a song by Slayyyter. If you don’t know who she is go listen to her, she’s literally one of my favorites and needs to be absorbed by people.

Anyway, here is some backstory for those two. I'll start with Bradley:

My thought process is that Bradley comes out as trans (MTF) when she’s about 16 and surprise surprise her parents suck. So they put her out of the house, making her sleep on the lawn. The next day she wakes up in a moving vehicle and freaks out. Luckily it’s just her Grandmother (I am not pulling a Wattpad calm down). To make a long story short her grandmother got a call from her son (Bradley uppercrust the 2nd) demanding her to cut Bradley from the inheritance because of her coming out as a woman. Her Grandmother (being the best person in the world) was having none of that nonsense, so instead she cut HIM from the inheritance. So his business better stay afloat to keep the lights on (I’ll ponder his fate later).

Years later, Bradley (Now named Brindalyn (I know I said I didn't have a name for her but in this AU I use this name because it fits. In my other ones it doesn't)) lives in her grandmothers huge castle/mansion, finally getting to be who she is…… but not quite. Ya see Brindalyn (or Brin for short) loves living with her grandmother and loves the support she gets from her (Grandmother: I’ve always wanted a granddaughter), although the thing is her grandmother is very old school and strict.

Rules:

Proper speech etiquette 

Proper table manners

Always look presentable before leaving your room for the day

Dress modestly

Walk with purpose

Address people properly

No men over that she hasn’t met

No skating

Now those rules were relatively easy to follow for her, but the skating and the modest dress are harder to uphold.

She loves skating (something I will never take away from her) so when this rule came out of her grandmothers mouth her exact words were: “Ladies do not pass their time playing frivolous sports such as that. Put your time into your studies and cultivating your social life to benefit you in the future.” Again this woman is stuck in her ways and doesn’t understand the idea of skating as a hobby for people let alone her granddaughter. So Brindalyn, having the fear of being kicked out again, left skating alone. However she does sneak out the house to go to a skate park or two when her grandmother is away doing business trips.

Now for the modesty thing…….. she hates it. When she was living with her grandmother in her earlier years she didn’t mind it because it let her dress in a way she never has before. Although at one point she started to look into different ways to dress and became more inclined to want clothes with a bit of midriff, showing a lot of leg (cause she’s tall), having her shoulders out, and just the smallest show of cleavage. One day when she came home from a shopping trip, she decided to go out in one of the outfits she bought from the store and wear it home. As she walks into the house her grandmother was furious. She talked about being dressed appropriately and showing a respectable amount of skin and all that stuff. Right then and there she demanded that Brindalyn return the clothes at once. Begrudgingly she did. She now knows that if she wanted dress the way she wanted, it has to be outside of her grandmothers house and away from anywhere she might frequent.

What she wants to wear      what her grandmother wants her to wear

Finally onto the subject of school. Her grandmother wants her to go to the most prestigious school in the country and Brindalyn doesn’t mind that………. Yet there is a perfectly good college with a really cool event she wants to go to every year (or maybe join). So her plan goes as follows: make it seem like she would be home sick enough that she couldn’t go (which would be a bit true she just wants to jazz it up), have her grandmother be a bit sentimental (she’s usually a stone cold women, but with Brindalyn she’s quite lenient), apply to the State University (which she would obviously get in), then live life happily. Astonishingly, the plan worked! And now she is attending the college and is having a great time.

She gets there and becomes the resident rich girl with a small silver 2000 Mazda MX-5 Miata and a big ass attitude. She also made use of the power she seemed to hold due to the fact that she’s smart, pretty, and rich by joining the Gamma Mu Mu fraternity. They were very skeptical due to the fact she was a girl (instant euphoria from that comment), but regardless she showed them her wondrous organization skills and her leadership style was just what they needed. She even showed them her skating skills that she’s been working on so obviously she knew what she was talking about. All that to say, she got in being deemed the leader and also the manager of the team. She took that roll seriously and once she moved into the frat house order was then placed. Now stepping into the inside didn’t make her skin crawl and want to puke at the smells. It was cleaned regularly, dinners every Friday night (just to discuss school, social, skating stuff), game nights on Saturdays, and anything else that a frat house does. She also somehow got along with one of the frat members really well which would be Tank. She got closest with him and even shared some things with each other that made the bond stronger. Now with her right hand man at her side she basically ruled the fraternity and that same school year they won the X-games trophy. That was the biggest accomplishment to her and it made her all the more glad she is attending this college. Until her sophomore year rolled around and a certain gapped tooth dread head came to the school that year.

And now time for max’s backstory:

Max was born in Ohio and grew up in Spoonsville. His mother was nonexistent at the time (due to unknown reasons) so it was just him and his dad for the most part. There was a moment where they got new neighbors (Pete and PJ) which led to some favorable times in his life. Getting to middle school thought is when his feeling s started to be different about things. Mostly portioning to his gender. He didn’t’t know what was wrong at the time he just knew being a girl felt wrong. He talked about it with his new friend he made (Bobby) and he talked about the term transgender which confused Max at the time, but once he went on the library computers he looked it up and sure enough he found people that felt exactly like him. So he did his research about it and started to be completely sure this is what he wanted and it was. When Max finally came out as trans (FTM) at 13, his dad (for obvious reasons) was very VERY supportive. He was just happy to see Max happy so that was easy enough. His friends were also very supportive about it and even helped enforce it while they all went to school so no one bothered Max about it. Finally realizing who he was gave him the confidence he needed to talk to a girl he really liked (Roxanna) which lead to them dating, fortunately.

What wasn’t easy was affording the things he needed to transition. At the time all they could really afford was a chest binder, but to Max that was all he needed. A very supportive dad, some very awesome friends, a super nice and cute girlfriend, and something for the moment to keep his dysphoria at bay. When he was finally able to work he started saving money just so he could afford to take T shots and in the future get his surgeries. Once he turned 18 he, was off to college ready for the new chapter in his life. He still had his friends he made, but not a girlfriend (However they are still friends (so don’t worry). Now with 2 years of t shots under his belt and a head full of dreams, he plans on flying his way through his classes at State University and even attend a certain event that would change his life for the better. One issue tho, there’s this really bitchy pampered team manager that has ZERO chill.

I know Max’s backstory was quite short, but Brindalyn has a lot going on alright.

Anyway there are some funny haha moments in this au, but most of it is when they start dating. One moment I think is very funny is when Brindalyn sees Max talking to one of the goth girls in his class and he laughs at her jokes which made her go ballistic. Next day this bitch pulls up in this:

Her face has fake piercings and (I am so serious right now) temporary tattoos. Max was so confused but loved seeing her dressed like it fr. At the end of the day they talk to each other and Max tells her that that the girl he was talking to was his lab partner and she was telling Max about what her girlfriend’s play she was putting on. And oh was Brindalyn embarrassed. Max still loves her tho :)

Another moment I think about is when Brindalyn finally introduces Max to her grandmother. Now please keep in mind, Max has piercings and tattoos in this AU………….. so grandma ain’t gonna be to keen on Brindalyn dating him. I am writing a little thing based on that tho so look out for that at some point.

Hoped you enjoyed my little yapping session and I am sorry it took a bit. School just started for me and I is tired but I am happy to yap either way.

If you have any questions or ideas about this AU please hand them over and I will answer them when I can! I love talking about these bitches too much anyway 

Also be on the look out because next will be the Cowboy AU 🤠

[lillylvjy]

gleefully;

fluff; him letting you stay for a bit longer than he should, more than he's allowed to. yes, he's a god, but he likes his rules. he lets you wander, setting basic rules here and there. don't go to the back gardens, ask before entering a room you haven't been in before, come to bed with him. simple things. he likes watching and admiring you and seeing you live happily with him. baking and cooking and dancing with him, hanging off him and calling him silly names you really shouldn't.

angst; then you're let go, thrown back to mortality and you accept it. he wallows for a while, you go about your life and he watches until you reach him again.

not sfw okay beware--

uh so i love how coherent my angst/fluff is and all I've gotta say here is KINKY

mf loves loves loves having you under him, like overstimulation to the max. he likes to make your visits worth while, usually in the form of very rough and kinky sex. but god (no pun intended), is it good- like don't even call it heavenly, it's far beyond that.

he likes to wrap his hand around your neck sometimes, mostly as a reminder to you both where you are, and who's who's. but other times, when it's softer (which is rare, my guy has pent up feelings and absolutely loves fucking you senseless) he holds your hands, fingers intertwined.

light system is used.

he's a grunty boy, very very vocal. super into praising and having his sub be so whiny and whimpery.

he's a daddy kink guy. he loves it. adores it. (but also doesn't mind it in a non sexual context!! makes him feel nice and giddy outside of sex!!) but if it's sex, it riles him up.

if you don't use your words he'll usually pull a "mm, what was that, baby? use your words, kitten. do you want me to punish you?"

his form of punishment is pulling out almost all the way, when he's just barely in and trying to keep himself just barely buried in you, maybe pressed up- but it drives you crazy. he'll press on your belly during this as well, reminding you how empty you are bc you didn't use your words.

now when he's in you he still likes that but-

i will never shut up if I don't cut myself off

-godbur anon

Brbbfbfjfjrjr can you just stay forever at that point?!?! That’s heaven actually. And literally. But… oml, clinging to him and just always wanting to be with him and explore the new things with him. He also likes always being with you. Likes to see your face light up at the smallest things. Likes to hold you against him anytime you get overwhelmed. Ugh! This man-

FUCK THAT- nope. Nah- if he put me back on this place, he’s expecting me the next day so- /hj no but. Ugh. The way your both longing for each other. Wanting to be next to each other and loved by the other. Ngl- once your up there again, he’s not letting you go.

(Minors get out of here!!!!)

No bc he seems kinky. Like rough, no holding back kinky. And I live for it!! Lord he loves overstimulation. Loves how you tremble under him and whine for him to slow down or maybe even speed up, loving the feeling of all of it.

He has every invitation to wrap his hand around my throat…. Mhm. Omg! But like- when it is soft sex, loves holding your hands and whispering how much he loves you in your ear.

Personally loves the light system.

Vocal men>>>> lord-

No because Wilbur is just always daddy coded half the time so I see it! Oml- when you do call him daddy, he’s gone. He’s- that man’s self control has left!

See as rough as he is, I love how he would ask that bc he doesn’t like giving punishments most likely. Like- it just seems physically impossible to him for him to hurt you intentionally-

Oml- and when you whine from how empty you are, he just laughs and mocks your whines.

KEEP GOING PLEASE!!!

[sarahs-secrets2]

In Your Wildest Dreams Chapter 2 ˋ♡ˊ

introduction & masterlist ❁ ❁ chapter 1❁ ❁ taglist

duke!leon x fem!reader

easier than it looks, is that jealousy i see mr. kennedy?

word count: 2.1k

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Aunt Agatha's house was bustling with staff running around while suitors began to line up to formally start their courtship. Your mind was elsewhere though as you sat in your room, getting ready for the promenade. It had been decided you and the Duke would meet to show everyone that the two of you were “officially” courting. Little did they know of the ruse established just the night prior. 

“Dear,” your Aunt cracked open the door, letting herself in. The staff who helped you get ready quickly scurried out to give you both privacy. “Might you be gracing us with your presence in the tea room? A group of suitors eagerly awaits your arrival." Your gaze was fixed on the mirror, spritzing a perfume onto your neck. Your eyes meet hers in the reflection, her expression was one of confusion. Aunt Agatha was the last person you could sneak something passed, she was observant to a fault, always taking notice of the smallest details. Hence why she asked, “Where do you presume you are venturing off to?”

Your eyes avoided hers, finding ways to busy your attention by flattening out a ruffle in your dress. “Promenade,” you waited for a reaction, to which you received none. “With Duke Leon of Clyvedon.” Turning around in the chair to face her now you could see evidently she looked pleased. 

"I am most delighted to see you’ve taken such a liking to the Duke. Her Majesty shall be positively elated once she witnesses her matchmaking skills working so well, and so early,”

“Is it possible to dismiss the suitors to tomorrow perhaps?”

“Why of course I’ll attend to them at once. Now go,” she laughed as she helped stand you up from the chair, “I will not have my niece miss out on becoming a Duchess because she is behind schedule.” And with that, you were sent off quickly in a carriage to meet the still ever-mysterious Duke Leon. 

On the other side of town, the infamous Duke rolled out of bed, hastening to get ready quickly. For you see, the Duke was not in his bed hence the late arising. The night prior, after the ball, Leon had found his way and ended up with a “lady of the night”. Plush red bedding surrounded him as he was reminded of the sinful activities that had occurred just hours ago. The girl stirred awake at the sound of the Duke getting dressed, her head peeking up from the covers as she hid her body under the sheets. 

“Where are you going so early?” she beckoned him to come join her back in bed.

“Promenade,” Leon was curt, he knew after today all eyes would be on him until you found your official husband so this was his last opportunity to have a night of fun. The girl seemed confused at the Duke’s answer as he was not known to partake in social events of the season, so whatever reason he was going it must have been of the utmost importance to him. Leon was out of the door and quickly hopped in his carriage, heading straight to the park to see you. 

Now it may seem distasteful of the Duke to partake in such sinful activities, but as an established man who has no intention of marrying, this was all routine for him and many other men of the sort. Just because he had a ruse established with you did not mean he was going to stop on your behalf but just halt his discreet activities until it was all said and done. 

The park was vibrant, with a large portion of society in attendance at the day’s promenade. While waiting for the Duke you found yourself engrossed in a conversation with Lord Redfield. It was innocent, being a gentleman Lord Redfield saw you waiting under the willow tree and approached you. 

“Are you waiting for someone?” the voice caused you to jump a little as you turned around to see who it was. 

“Ah, Lord Redfield,” you smiled as you curtsied. Lord Redfield was cute, well-established, and overall quite perfect. An easy catch though, and he was missing that one thing. He wasn't the Duke, he did not carry the same mystery as the Duke, and he definitely did not excite you like the Duke. Lord Redfield was a safe option. “I am just waiting for the Duke of Clyvedon, have you made his acquaintance?”

“Oh?” he seemed surprised, “Leon, yes I’m aware of his business in London. We’ve crossed paths a few times of course.” You waited for him to elaborate but he did not, information a lady was not privy to of course. The two of you began to walk along the gravel paths, your eyes occasionally scanning the park looking for the tall blonde-headed Duke. Alas, he still had not arrived, you began to worry if he had called off the plan entirely already. 

Leon hopped out of the carriage, straightening his jacket as he made his way to the willow tree to meet you. Pulling out his pocket watch, he huffed out noticing the time and how late he ended up being. All eyes were on him as he quickened his pace to get to the willow tree quicker. If he did not know any better he would say he was excited to see you. Almost as quick as the thoughts penetrated his mind, he pushed them down, drowning them with the reminder that he would not marry. This was all a plan to benefit you both in the end, marriage was not on the table for him.

As he approached the willow tree, he realized you were not there. Had he been that late? Did he miss you entirely? Leon’s eyes surveyed the park trying to spot you, and there you were. Walking alongside another man, not Leon. His heart almost stopped, and a tinge of jealousy began to sink into his veins. Perhaps the Duke was still coming down from his wild activities from the night prior when something overcame him as he stomped his way to you.

“Ah, there you are,” his hand quickly snuck around your waist pulling you closer to him, and further away from Lord Redfield. There was that feeling again, a spark flushing your skin when you felt his touch on your waist. Your stomach churned, your face felt hot, what was this feeling?

“Your Grace, I’m so glad you made it,” you beamed up at him, trying to hide the rush of emotions you still had yet to identify. 

“Please accept my apology for being so late, I had some business affairs on my father’s account I had to finish,” his eyes pleading. As genuine as he sounded it was impossible to read him, and it did not help that he was so entirely intoxicating. You thought he looked handsome at the ball, but today was something else. Unlike the prior night, today his silver-toned blonde hair was pushed back with a stray strand resting on his forehead. He sported a dark jacket, with hints of gold and pale blue throughout. The Duke sure knew how to dress. 

“Of course your Grace, I understand. Thank you for making time to see me today,”

“Affairs,” Lord Redfield scoffed, glazing over you as he stared down Leon.

“Lord Redfield,” the Duke looked unfazed, smiling back at Lord Redfield who was scowling at him. Leon’s hand still was firm on your waist, keeping you close to him. “Thank you for keeping her company in my absence. He is a true gentleman is he not? Always stepping up when you least expect it.” Although Leon’s words were kind, sarcasm was dripping as he eyed down Lord Redfield. Almost as a warning to stay away from you. 

This was where the Duke’s mystery came in, if he did not wish to marry you then why was he being so territorial right now? Why was he scaring away a potential match?

“Well,” Lord Redfield offered you a sympathetic glance, although you weren't sure why. “I’ll take my leave, miss,” he placed a chaste kiss on the back of your gloved hand. “Enjoy your day, I hope I have the chance to make your acquaintance again, sooner rather than later preferably,” he paused before taking a step towards Leon, “Enjoy your affairs, Leon.” And with that Lord Redfield walked away, leaving you and the Duke alone.

“Am I allowed to ask what that was about?” you turned to face Leon, his hand dropping from your waist. Immediately you missed his grasp on you. 

“Which part?” the Duke chuckled slightly, extending his arm for you. Obviously, it was fun for him to ruin your chances with a suitor. You linked your arm around his as the two of you began to promenade around the park. 

“All of it,” glancing up at him, but his eyes were glued straight ahead.

“Let us enjoy this day, not get fussed with the little things,” he looked down at you smiling. You decide not to probe him deeper, he was already assisting you this season better to just keep him happy. 

“Fine, if you insist,” you wrapped your arm around his tighter, “This plan of ours, we will need to come up with some of the guidelines,”

“Such as?”

“Balls, gifts, the customary plans of courtship,” the idea of these things excited you, but your heart really began racing when you pictured the Duke being the one you did it with. 

“I cannot be expected to do all that, can I?” his tone shifted, obviously unaware of the entire extent of the plan he created. 

“You must, it is the only way this arrangement works,”

“If you insist, but I cannot attend every single ball. I have my own business to attend to if you recall.”

“I am well aware your Grace,”

“Just Leon, please I cannot remind you every time,” he teased, stealing a glance down at you as the two of you continued on the paths of the park.

“Of course, Leon,” you let his name glide off your tongue making sure to pronounce every syllable for him.

“Mhm just like that, go on,”

“Please make the effort to attend the balls until I have found a proper suitor.” Leon nodded, unable to find the words or a witty joke. He was a perfect eligible suitor for you, he knew it, and there was that voice in his reminding him again that he was to not marry. This arrangement was simply to help you both out. Keep the swarm of mamas and their daughters at bay for him, while attracting only the best suitors for you. The Duke now faced a new task though, he could not afford to allow these budding feelings for you to flourish. “And I will need you to send flowers, preferably today,”

“Flowers?” 

“Customary to signify you are courting me,”

“I see,” he looked lost in thought as he paused for a moment. He stopped walking and turned to face you, “If I was truly courting you I would not need to follow customs, 10 minutes alone would suffice,” his voice low, and husky as he spoke. The sudden change in his demeanor shocked you as you were unsure how to respond in a ladylike way. 

“Expensive flowers, Leon. Today,” you attempted to brush off his comment but the way your body and mind reacted was an entirely different story. 

“Of course,” his bold tone had left him, perhaps it was still the jealousy from Lord Redfield causing him to act in such a way. “Anything else?”

“Do not tell anyone of this arrangement, I need this to remain a secret between the two of us please Leon, I cannot afford a scandal,” you were pleading at this point, but it was necessary to ensure he understood how important this was. 

“I shall not tell a soul dear,” he nodded, sticking his arm back out for you to take again, continuing the promenade. 

What you two did not notice throughout the time at the park, was the mass amount of eyes on you both throughout the entirety of the promenade. The ton would be swirling with rumors, and stories of who the Duke was courting. Are there promises of a new Duchess on the horizon? 

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Payment|Part 3|Mafia Levi x Evelyn

WARNINGS: noncon/dubcon, big age difference, kidnapping, slavery, violence, power imbalance, implied somnophilia, forced pregnancies, mind breaking, yandere behaviour, yandere themes, forced exhibitionism, sexual coercion, blackmail, etc.

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While the gown was finer than any Evelyn had ever touched before did it have to be so skimpy? True, she was little more than a glorified whore, but she would think for a man who wears such fine clothes he would have some class. But then again, he was a most likely a serial murderer and ran a highly illegal organization. Expecting class from someone like him was probably ridiculous anyway.

From head to toe he demanded perfection. Threatening her to do something with her hair and for fuck's sake to cover those bruises. But whenever she did anything it was always criticized for the smallest detail not being exactly as he had envisioned it. It was like he was dressing a doll, it had to be perfect down to a misplaced hair. She was not a person, but a trophy.

Finally when he was satisfied a small smug smirk came to his face. Whether that was because she looked perfect finally or he was gloating at the fact she had done as he requested she didn't know.

"Let's go then."

"Where are we going?"

"I'm throwing a little get together for all of my clients, and I wanted you to be there."

"To be your trophy I assume."

"Exactly. I'm a fan of making others jealous of everything I have. A pretty girl like yourself just pokes the bear even more."

Evelyn scoffs. "Maybe you'll poke it too much and they'll band together and get rid of you."

"Impossible. None of them have the guts. They all make their men do the dirty work, they're too afraid to become truly great."

"And you consider yourself to be truly great?"

"I wasn't born with a silver spoon in my mouth and a gold diaper on my ass. The Ackerman family worked for what they had."

She suppressed an eye roll, he was trying to appear humble. Anyone in a room with him for five minutes could pick up the arrogance he had under a cold and confident neutral face. But irrelevant, what she had to set her mind to now was finding some way to get help or escape during this event. Surely there would be people there who couldn't stand Levi, who would want to get revenge on him for something. Maybe that would be the ticket to her freedom, tricking some rotten old fool into freeing her and tearing down the head of a disgusting crime family.

"Then I suppose we shouldn't keep your guests waiting."

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As expected, his parties are elegant and dazzling, much like his penthouse. Elegant and gorgeous women surrounded by dangerous looking men. Evelyn wondered what each person's reason for being here was. Were they here to make a good impression? To buy guns and drugs? Or were they there undercover to undermine and bring down the demise of Levi?

"Something the matter my dear? You look pale." They had only been there a short time but already he was blowing cigarette smoke in her face, a glass of what could either be white wine or champagne in his hand.

"Fine, just these heels are making me feel a little lightheaded."

He frowns and hands her the glass he had in his hand. "Drink. Pray you'll get tipsy and forget about it."

Evelyn glared at him, but accepted the drink nonetheless. She needed something to calm her nerves, or else he'd know something was up and who knows what would happen to her.

"All your friends?" She nods her head to the partygoers.

"Tch. Don't be ridiculous. Most of them can't stand me."

"Then why invite them?"

"I find it amusing to watch them all scramble to prove their loyalty to me. They know I could have their families wiped off the face of the earth in an instant. They kiss my ass to keep in my good favor."

Without meaning to she caught herself staring at a woman. She was beautiful but that's not why she was staring, the resemblance between her and Levi was uncanny.

He followed her gaze. "My cousin, Mikasa and her dumpy boyfriend Eren."

"Does she work for you?"

"All the Ackermans work for me. I've made a good life for them."

"But you disapprove of her partner?"

"He's a deadbeat. But she's obsessed with him. There's not much to do, that's how kids are these days."

They relapse into silence for a few moments before Evelyn speaks up again.

"Aren't you going to greet your guests?"

Levi sighs and downs the rest of his drink. "I suppose I should. I hate socializing, but I find the more people who meet me face to face become that much more terrified of our family."

He drags her around to each of the guests, not bothering to introduce her or bring her into the conversations. She was mind-numbingly bored, and her feet were killing her in these shoes. Besides, she needed to find a way out of here.

"Please can I go sit down Levi? My feet are burning-"

He rolls his eyes, clearly finding her weak. "Fine. But sit right over there and don't move a muscle."

Evelyn follows his orders until he turns back to another guest. Once his eyes leave hers she hurries to what she assumes is the exit. Keeping her eyes on him the whole time she continues to hurry, not looking where she's going until she bumps into someone.

"Watch where you're going little lady, you're going to get hurt that way."

She turns and looks up at the man. Older, wrinkled and clearly a smoker and drinker by the smell of him. "Excuse me. I just had to get going."

"Now why is that? The party's just started."

Heat rushed to her face, she was being suspicious. "Going to the bathroom, sorry, I should've phrased that better."

His expression seems to lighten. "I see. Well you're going the wrong way, here, let me take you to them."

She follows along, trying not to appear annoyed. Maybe now was time for her plan b. "Do you know Levi very well?"

"I would say so."

"What's your opinion of him?"

"That's a mighty dangerous game you're playing. He's got eyes and ears everywhere, talk smack like that and he could have your remains thrown to the dogs."

A chill runs down her spine but she tries to ignore it. "He just told me himself that most people here dislike him, I was just wondering if that was true."

"It is. See even a man like myself thinks he's a little runt punk who thinks he's hot shit."

Hope flutters in her chest. "I bet part of you would like to get even with him."

"That is true, a part of me does."

She decided to be bolder. "You know what would really piss him off? If the girl he came here with was seen leaving with another man."

His eyebrow raised. "You would want to put me and yourself in danger like that?"

"Not in danger, he probably goes through a hundred women a week. What's one more? What do you say? Show that runt that he can't get whatever he wants."

The man considers it a second. "I don't think I'd mind being partners in crime with you miss."

"Please, my name is Evelyn, Evelyn Glass."

"Then I suppose I should tell you my name. Kenny Ackerman, at your service ma'am."