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maneskinwh0re · 2 months ago

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“one more word.” ~ butch!wolverine x ladypool!reader this is just a wlw honda odyssey scene bc i need butch wolverine to be real. i also aimed to write them in character! give feedback babes plsssss

cw: outdated cultural references, fourth wall breaking, nsfw, blood, f!ngering, strap!sex, idk just lotta gay shit xx

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"get. in the fucking. car."

"it'll get you there safe and sound!" nicepool reassures with a loving pat to the top of the grey honda odyssey. "lil betsy always does." his eyes then fall to dogpool, who is held tightly in your arms. "you're gonna have to give me my dog back, though..."

"i know," you reply matter-of-factly. "listen-" you start before mary puppins places a paw on your hand. "yes, child... if you ever want to give her up or if she needs a new home, or if something should happen to you, i'd love to be her mama."

nicepool only wheezes at your remark. "what would ever happen to me?"

"lots of stuff," you reply with a shrug, smiling innocently under your red mask.

as soon as he realizes your seriousness, his smile fades and looks to the older woman standing to his right in an ask for help. the wolverine lets out a huff as she pushes herself off the honda and moves to grab the dog from your grasp.

"n-no! we're running away- agh- the corn was too dense, girl!" you say in apologies to mary puppins and watch sadly as laura hands the you-variant over to the other, nicer-you-variant.

you begrudgingly get in the passenger seat of the shitty car, waving goodbye to dogpool. the obnoxious sound of you singing "we'll meet again" is muffled by the car windows as laura drives you both away.

time passes. maybe 15 minutes, maybe an hour. doesn't matter, reader— don't worry about it. you haven’t been paying attention to the time because you’ve been sneaking quick gazes at the wolverine in the driver’s seat to your left. the way her brown hair curls up on either sides of her head looks so cute. yet the way her large, gloved hands grip the steering wheel causes your mind to wander other places. all you know now is there’s been a lingering thought poking at your brain since you picked this wolverine up from that bar in her universe.

"okay i'm just gonna ask. what's with the suit? first thing i did when i flamed out: i took mine off."

"drop it." laura mutters.

"it's not that ugly..."

"stop talkin about my suit."

"did you make it yourself? been there!"

"quit. now." the tension in her voice is rising.

"the x-men make you wear it? those sons of fuckin bitches. they are not your friends, i'll tell ya that. friends don't let friends leave the house looking like they fight crime for the los angeles rams-"

"shut the fuck up about the suit," she snaps.

"woahwoahwoah watch your frown lines, angel baby." you back off, lifting your hands in a motion of surrender. "i'm just trying to bond a little bit-"

"yeah? well then talk about something else."

"fine!"

there's an uncomfortable silence between you two, only for a moment before you play around, making spiderman web motions with your gloved hands. you just can’t help but annoy the woman next to you, it’s too much fun. it’s like your duty as passenger princess.

"stop it," she snaps again soon enough.

"why? don't wanna get distracted seeing my fingers in this motion?" you tease, moving your middle and ring finger back and forth. laura only scoffs at the sexual innuendo. "ahh, the natural hand position of the sapphics." you turn to look out the car window and make eye contact with the reader. "is that why so many masc lesbians are obsessed with spiderman? i guess only earth-616 knows the correlation..."

and wait- if i'm supposedly you, the reader, but as ladypool-- then how am i breaking the fourth wall? gasp! a fourth wall break inside a fourth wall break... that's like- sixteen walls... am i talking to myself? or talking to myself? whatever. anyway i know why you're here, you slut. let's make conversation by pushing wolvie's buttons some more, yeah?

"if they could fix your world, what's the first thing you're gonna do when you get outta here? some rubbing alcohol shots? maybe a wiper fluid chaser?"

laura's gaze slowly turns to you. "what did you say?"

"i said when you get back, what's the first thing you're gonna do-"

"no no, before that."

"if-" you catch yourself. shit. "-they can fix your world?"

with an aggressive slam on the break, your seatbelt doesn't even have time to prevent your head from colliding with the dashboard. and as the car stops, you know there's nothing that can save you from the rage behind wolverine's tone.

"what do you mean if?" she asks through gritted teeth, body fully turned to face you.

"i mean-"

"you lied to me. you don't have a fucking clue if they could help me fix things. do you?"

"no, but i mean-" you start to defend yourself before three metal claws impale your thigh, and probably extend under you all the way through to your seat. "agh- fuck! fuck! i didn't lie!"

"you lied!"

"no! i made an educated wish!"

laura only tilts her head at your defense, eyebrows furrowing.

"because i need you," you continue as you unfold the photo that was in your pocket and hold it up for her to see. "this is why. right here. cause if we don't do something, they die. i don't know anything about saving worlds, and why would i even care? cause my entire world is right here in this picture. it's only nine people, and i have no idea how to save it alone. i know how to fuck people up for money but you- YOU know how to save them... at least the other wolverine did-" at that last comment, laura twists her claws in your thigh, striking enough pain for more curses to escape your mouth. "f-fuck! ah- i guess i'm stuck with the worst one-"

"did you just say you made an educated... fucking wish?"

"they call me the merc with the mouth. they don't call me truthful timmy the blowjob queen of sass catoo-"

the three metal blades are quickly removed from your thigh only to be brought up next to your face. laura's shaky breath exercises seem to be the only thing keeping her from slicing you apart.

"one more word... please, give me one." her guttural voice is a low warning. you wait a moment as if thinking to a random word generator in your brain.

"~gubernatorial~" you say simply before cowaring behind flailing arms when laura prepares to stab you in the face, only fake you out. her breaths are deeper, more steady as if she's trying to calm herself.

"you know what? you're a fucking joke... no wonder the avengers didn't take you, or the x-men or fuckin anyone. i mean you are a ridiculous, immature, half-wit moron. i have never met a sadder, more attention-starved, jabbering, little prick in my entire life. and that says a lot 'cause i've been alive for over two hundred fucking years." the volume in her voice begins to rise with each word, striking your emotions further and further as you sit there speechless, yet her anger keeps rising. "and i'll tell ya- that villain chick was right about one thing: you will NEVER save the world. you couldn't even save a relationship with a goddamn stripper! and motherfucker i wish i could say you'd die alone, but it's one of GOD'S best jokes that you can't die! except that's all on all of US!"

she hits nerve after nerve. the pain in your chest hurts too fucking bad. you are not only speechless, you never want to speak again. you have millions of words to say yet none at all.

how fucking dare she bring up vanessa like that? who does laura think she is? no fucking hero, that's for goddamn sure.

"you got nothing to say, mouth?" she asks, almost out of breath from yelling accusations.

all you can manage to say is one sentence. and she doesn’t even fucking deserve the warning too. "i'm gonna fight you now."

wolverine only snorts, a pitiful laugh towards your remark. "oh, are you?"

you take note how a quick punch to her nose shuts her right up, and watch in satisfaction how blood trickles out her nostril down to her upper lip. your small victory is cut short by her fist colliding to the same spot on your own nose. she pushes you to the window and grabs the back of your mask, then slams your face down onto the center head unit multiple times. different radio stations flick back and forth as you make contact with the buttons and nozzles, eventually landing on a song from the original 'grease' soundtrack.

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you lift your hand to grab one of your swords but another punch to the cheek causes your vision to cloud. by the time you come to your senses, laura has buckled your seatbelt and is digging her left claw into your stomach, twisting her hand slowly.

“not talkin’ now, are ya?” she growls before withdrawing her claws and moving to stab you again. pulling the lever on the side of your car seat, you fall backwards to quickly dodge her blow. you kick your foot against her shoulder to keep her back, and then tightly wrap your legs around her head. another three blades enter your side in a sudden motion, causing you to release your chokehold.

“agh! you dirty bitch!” you shout before kicking her out the front windshield of the honda. you laugh and point as she rolls and tumbles through the leaves and dirt. as soon as she gets up, you unsheathe your swords while she sprints back to you. she’s a fucking animal—ramming herself into the front of the car, causing the airbag to go off on your stomach and send you flying back into the reclined seat.

laura jumps through the broken windshield and lands claws first on top of your already bloodied body. slash after slash, you both further each others’ injuries until you flip laura over and pin her down to the seat. there is surprise in her eyes with a hint of something else that you can’t quite pinpoint. trying to catch your breath, she only looks up at you with a ratted smile, as if amused to see you attempting to kill her. blood stains her face and fanged teeth, and her short hair is tangled and damp with sweat. fuck—it’s a sight. with your elbow against her chest, you’re still close enough to smell her alcohol-tainted breath.

“need a mint, you preening slut?” you ask before you are flying through the sunroof of the honda and falling to the ground outside the car. after kicking yourself up, your little wolvie gestures for you to come back with a simple hand wave behind the window. who are you to keep her waiting? throwing the swords over your shoulders, you take out your baby knives before running back to the car and jumping through the window.

broken glass and blood is everywhere, but neither of you care. you’re both having too much fun trying to murder the other as you take turns regenerating. it’s a pointless waste of time and energy. a total meaningless circle of fighting and healing.

you pin laura through the broken windshield and onto the front hood of the car, stabbing her shoulder and arms repeatedly with a knife. the sleeves of her suit eventually fall apart, fabric scattering and leaving her muscular arms to your gaze. so clearly you’re distracted. she grabs your wrist behind her and heaves your arm over her head to hold you in her place for a moment to catch her breath.

she then drags you by the belt from across the car and holds you down with her body in the back seat. her claws sink through the red fabric and into your sides. again. and again. the repetitive motions of the sharp metal soon causes a big tear in the fabric of your suit, exposing the skin under your breast. it seems as if neither of you notice at first, continuously fighting until another stretch from her pinning your arms above your head causes a terrible ripping sound. you both stop and look down, unsure on who has the decency to yield the fight first.

wolverine pauses for a moment, hovering over your bare tit before suddenly attacking your nipple with her mouth. there is nothing gentle about it, and you can’t tell if her actions are still a way of fighting with the harsh ways her sharp teeth nip and bite.

you lay there for a moment in shock, chest heaving up and down in short spurts as you try to breathe. your hands drop the knives to the car floor behind you, yet your wrists are still trapped in the wolverine’s grip. before you can think to stop it, a breathy whimper escapes your lips. the sound pricks laura to come to her senses and looks up at you with a flushed expression.

fucking hell. if you weren’t okay with what’s happening, you would’ve said something by now. even laura knows that—considering how fucking chatty you are.

“were ya hungry, peanut? needed a mid-fight snack?” you tease, tilting your head with a raised brow.

“i didn’t say i was finished.” she smirks before lowering her head to your chest again. her tongue circles and flicks at your nipple, treating it oh so lovingly before biting and pulling at it so fucking roughly. you chew on your bottom lip to muffle your own moans—all because you’re too stubborn to let her know how fucking good it feels.

she’s holding herself back, yet you kick her chest and propel her weight backwards onto the head unit, while the momentum pushes you the opposite direction into the third row of seats. as she falls, the grease song playing from the radio is muted, leaving you two to a short-lived silence.

"i was wrong—the honda odyssey fucks hard,” you say, rolling your head back and cracking your neck in the process. looking back to laura, you usher her to you with a teasing two-finger motion. “too bad you don't, needle dick.”

“oh, we’re just getting started, bub,” she replies, eyeing your manspread position before lunging to you again.

calling her an animal is to say the fucking least. but you’re no better. she rips and tears your suit, not giving a single fuck in the world that you may need to keep it in tact for later in the plot line. she pulls the tough fabric apart, exposing your tits to her lingering eyes. it’s like a switch is flipped. all of a sudden she can’t get enough, wanting- needing to see more of you. for a moment, you just let her. your belt is removed followed by your pants all while you just lay back and watch her do the work. soon you’re only in your black underwear, smirking under your red and black mask at how fucking needy she looks. her callused hands grip your waist, easily pulling you up to her as her mouth finds your other nipple.

“you’re not you when your hungry. and clearly, you always seem incredibly hungry, wolvie.”

“shuh du phvck uh.” is what you make of her boob-drunk gibberish and assume she’s simply cussing you out.

“huh? couldn’t quite catch that. y’ know you really shouldn’t talk with your mouth full-”

a large, gloved hand muffles your masked mouth before her lips release your tit with a pop.

“off,” she says. you furrow your eyebrows in confusion and she must be able to tell by your silence, causing her to elaborate quickly while her free hand lingers on the black lace of your underwear. “i don’t want a damn word out of your filthy mouth until you’ve taken these off. if you want me to fuck you, you’re gonna have to let me.”

fucking hell. panties are soaking wet right now.

you slowly nod your head in her restrictive grip, and lift your hips to remove the damp fabric from your body. damp from blood or sweat or something else… who fucking knows and who fucking cares. you toss them to the side and immediately pull laura closer to you. her harsh kisses mark your neck and collarbone before she wets her middle finger with her tongue and starts to rub quick circles on your clit. you almost push her away, her starting speed too overstimulating at first, but you soon get used to it, bucking your hips in a physical ask to move faster.

“keep still, sweetheart. that’s it,” fuck even her praise is still low and demanding somehow. you wrap your hands around her hairy forearm, hissing curses as you feel yourself grow closer and closer to the edge.

“fuck- you know, i bet you’re a pretty good dj in some other univers- oh my god!” your silly quip is cut short by her pushing one finger into you. then another. and before you know it, you’re a blubbering mess as you soak her hand as well as the car seat beneath you. her mouth is against your masked ear, shushing your witticism. white rings of cum coat up to her knuckles while her thumb resumes a quick pace on your clit.

banter is over as quiet whimpers replace your usual chatterbox routine. her large fingers feel so much better than your own, and then that’s where she leaves you—fingers curling inside your cunt causing your brain to see stars. your orgasm hits you hard, but not as hard as she does—a rough slap to your face intensifies every sensation, leaving you pained like putty in her grasp as you come down from your high. “don’t got much to say now, huh?”

your eyes focus on her hair and how it twirls up on both sides—the classic hairstyle for any and all wolverine’s across the multiverse. “why do~you style~your hair like that?” your voice slurs with dizzy haze, and laura only looks down at your drunken state quizzically. “were ya going f’ wolf? ‘cause it makes ya look more like a cat. like my little meow meow~”

a growl creeps from the back of her throat before three claws find a home—digging into the flesh on your shoulder.

“shit! you angry ‘bout it, mama?” you ask teasingly before watching her slowly remove her belt. “no- not the belt! i won’t be a naughty girl, i swear!”

“don’t be dramatic,” she scoffs as she tosses the belt aside and straddles you again.

“that’s kinda my job. hashtag drama queen. hashtag full-time. ‘round the clock. just like how your full time job is hiding a fully comic accurate superhero suit under your clothes for when its use comes once every twenty fucking years.”

that switched something in her. she yanks your mask off your head and glares down into your eyes. then a smirk sneaks its way onto her lips. fuck. what does she know that you don’t?

“you think this suit is the only thing i keep under my clothes?” your jaw tenses when laura unzips her pants and allows her strap to spring out to your view. it has to be at least eight to nine inches, the color matches her skin tone and the base of it connects to the black harness buckled around her boxers.

“marvel jesus h. christ! where did you even get that thing? the prop table from the set of alien?!"

you half-expect an answer, but she only lifts your mask and forces a mouthful of the red fabric down your throat, leaving your fear-factored size question hanging in the air. “there… silence is nice. isn’t it?” you’ve lost your voice, but you don’t protest. your frustrated whimpers are muffled and shaky breaths escape through your nose as laura traces her dick up and down your wetted lips. “just relax, beautiful,” she whispers as she slips the tip into you. the tone of her voice is teasing, clearly loving how much power she so easily has over you. pushing in deeper, her pace stays agonizingly slow, as if she’s having to think about controlling every thrust. your eyes follow the grinding movements of her hips and your legs instinctively wrap around her waist. as laura starts to speed up, your backside rubs against the car seat. trying to find a sense of stability, your hands scatter up the butch’s clothed torso and eventually grip her broad shoulders. you can’t help but buck your hips again, no longer ashamed of how fucking needy you look doing so. one of her hands claw at the shoulder of the seat behind you while the other has a strong hold on your hip, guiding your body with hers. guiding soon turns to holding and holding soon turns to pinning. not only is she now chasing her high, but she will do whatever she needs to get to it.

“agh~ fuck. is this what you wanted? to be wrapped around me like this? you’re so pathetic, it’s adorable.”

when all you can do is moan in reply, laura knows she’s fucked you stupid, but still long ways away from being done with you. she suddenly stops altogether and pulls out of you, chuckling quietly when you groan due to your pleasure being delayed. she turns you over and props you up on your knees, then holds you down by the back of the neck with one hand and finds a firm grip on your ass with the other. her relentless thrusts continue, causing a repetitive sound of her hips slamming into the backs of your thighs. every time she pulls back, you follow her dick—leaning to her to chase that friction.

she hits nerve after nerve. the pain hurts too fucking good. your words are still muffled against your ladypool mask, the fabric now damp with saliva and drool. maybe tears as well.

“speak up, princess. ‘s hard to hear you,” laura instructs as she removes the piece from your mouth.

“i… i’m… gonna-” you start before trailing off, finding it hard to focus on words as laura speeds up her pace.

“what, pretty thing? y’ gonna cum?”

“tha-that’s what she said!” of course. of-fucking-course those are the words you can get to leave your stuttering mouth.

“god—do you ever shut the fuck up?” laura groans before tossing your mask to the side and holding your hips steady. when she notices your silence, she leans forward, a hand massaging your tit and her teeth taking a harsh bite at your earlobe. “or maybe you just need to be fucked speechless, don’t you?”

yes. a million times yes.

quiet whimpers leave your lips, the smell of cigars and alcohol mixed with the stench of blood and sex is almost overwhelming. laura slows her pace again, taking her sweet time watching, playing, torturing you for pleasure. that sadistic fuck.

“i do love these cute little noises you’re making, yeh? tell me how good it feels. i know it feels good but i wanna hear you say it—come on. spit it out,” she says into your ear. her lips have gone dry from breathing heavily and sweat trickles down her forehead and nose. the torn fabric of her yellow and navy blue suit rug-burns against your skin from all the excessive movement, but you don’t care. laura pulls your arms behind your back before yanking a seat belt out of its buckles to wrap tightly around your wrists. the rough material hurts, but it’s a good-hurt. when you only let out a porn-styled moan (half-exaggerating to poke fun at her), the wolverine behind you reaches under your neck and grabs your jaw. “you’ not gonna use that mouth?”

“fuck- okay! yes, it feels good. you feel so fucking good. just- please, let me- let me cum!”

and your begs get so easily rewarded. laura must have a soft spot for you because her thrusts speed up again, and this time hit hard with no intention of stopping.

what has little wolvie turned you into, hm? you, ladypool, a beggar? breaking out of character many would argue, but maybe that’s her goal: finding what breaks you.

“not yet. shit- wait ‘til i say.”

the hilt of her strap hits her clit just right as she continues to drive herself into your pretty cunt. as minutes pass and breaths quicken, her metal claws unsheathe and dig themselves into the seat beneath you two. she’s close.

with clamped hands still tied behind your back, you sense that knot in your stomach growing. guttural sounds from the back of the throat slip from laura’s lips, filling your ears as she hits your g-spot again and again, pushing you so quickly towards your release for the second time.

“right there! plea- please, please! i’m… gonna-”

“go on, sweetheart. fucking cum~”

at her words, her command—you feel yourself tighten around her. and your moans must’ve been what did it for her because immediately after—husky groans are heard from behind your bare, trembling body. the heavy weight of a wolverine falls against you, breathing hard onto your skin as her sweat-coated face buries itself into the nape of your neck. a trail of little bite marks, enhanced by her small fangs, are left scattered across your shoulders and upper back.

her middle finger finds your clit again to draw little circles, bringing out pitiful whimpers and post-sex muscle spasms from your worn out body.

“ca- canada…”

your contorted face and senselessness brings her to hum—which is her version of a laugh in this dizzy state. she broke you. and it didn’t take very much, did it?

she turns your chin to look up at her, her face reflecting that drunken haze with the ghost of a smile across her lips. her focus falls to your parted mouth for a moment before finally connecting her lips with yours. the kiss is softer than you expect, as if her hunger’s satisfied, yet the warm taste of cigars and alcohol linger.

“y’ did good, sweetheart.”

just good? must she always be so condescending?

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byunpum · 2 years ago

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What will happen when Jake learn from Neytiri and his sister how before the war there are some Navi men and women from different tribes try to court his sister and even after the war they still try to ask her as a mate but still gotten shut down each time

Pair: Human reader x neytiri x jake (family moments)

Warning: None, neytiri and reader being bestie. More auntie content <3

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"Do you remember that guy…what was his name?" speaks Neytiri. As they both laughed and worked on the family dinner. Watching their children run around the hut and play. Jake was sitting next to his partner, also helping to prepare everything. His sister didn't live with them, but used to spend time in the family home. "The one who had given you that nice necklace, a couple of months ago" says neytiri.

"Ohh are you talking about Lewaymä, yes I remember him. He was cute" you chuckle a little. While neytiri pats you on the shoulder. "You're talking like he's dead…I'm asking you if you remember him. Because he asked me about you" says neytiri, laughing mischievously. "Ahh yes?, I thought he had a mate" you say as you continue to cut some fruit.

"Well no…he's single and he told me he was still interested in you." Neytiri looked excited about it. It could have been a long time since you two met. But when you were together you felt like children again.

You two had met years ago, even before Jake came to Pandora. You were one of the youngest humans to arrive at pandora, at the age of 16. Your intelligence and dedication helped you get a scholarship. Joining grace's team, and living with the navis. There you met all the Omaticaya clan and were quickly accepted. Still having your human body. You couldn't have an avatar, because of some DNA complications. So you were also one of those humans that were taken as a sample to see how the navis and humans behaved.

You and Neytiri became very close friends very quickly, you were both the same age. And you liked to talk, walk and learn from both of you. It hurt you very much when you had to separate, it was like another loss for Neytiri. You had spent so much time together, that when you saw each other after a while, when jake was entering the clan. Neytiri's emotion was unique, hugging you and giving you lots of kisses. Even mo'at and her father embraced you, calling you daughter, welcoming you as part of the clan. Even tsu'tey got excited when he saw you.

"What man are you talking about?" asked Jake, now he was the one who was surprised. His little sister had lovers? He couldn't believe it. It wasn't that you were ugly or anything. You were a beautiful, talented and kind woman. But he was surprised that Navi men were interested in a human. "Lewaymä he's been after Y/N for years" says neytiri.

"Are you kidding me?" says Jake, turning to mock you. You give him a quick punch in the arm. "What's wrong with you, you idiot!!!" you yell a little, throwing a piece of food at your brother. "Even if you don't believe it, I have my lovers…very good lovers" you say snickering a little. You can hear how jake laughs out loud, looking at neytiri who was looking at him with a bad look.

"Laugh all you want…but Y/N has made the best warriors of some of the clans fall in love with her. Remember when Tìnzaik had started to seduce you?" says neytiri. You blush at the memory. A navi girl from the war clan had tried to court you. It was not a common thing, but for her you were so interesting and beautiful. You had been in that clan for a while, doing some tours with grace. Of course you rejected the proposal, you didn't feel ready. But Neytiri had been teasing you all week about what happened.

"Are you serious?" Jake still didn't believe it. You decided to ignore him, while you and Neytiri kept talking about your stuff. You weren't going to lose your patience with your brother. After a while, Neytiri ordered jake to go get some things so we could finish dinner. Jake came out of the house, picked up what neytiri ordered him to pick up. But he stopped for a moment, when he saw a tsu'tey approaching. Always with that perfect posture, stunning. Jake noticed that the man had some object in his hand.

"Jakesully" says tsu'tey, laughing a little as he approached him. "Is something wrong?" asks jake, the man can see how his colleague is getting a little nervous. The more he talked to him the more he could notice how he kept moving anxiously, until he interrupts him out of nowhere. "Jake…mmm I don't know if you can" says tsu'tey, lifting the object he had in his hands. Handing the gift to jake.

"And what is this?" asks jake. Tsu'tey swallows hard. "It is for Y/N…. I would like you to give it to her" says tsu'tey. He is sure that his plan was going to work. "And what's in this?" says jake. Tsu'tey becomes nervous. "You just hand this to her…she'll understand" says tsu'tey, waving goodbye to jake. Walking as fast as he could, jake watched as tsu'tey even stumbled a bit as he walked away.

Jake arrived at the hut, approaching you. You and Neytiri were joking, while you were holding lo'ak in your arms. "Love here are the things you asked for…and Y/N tsu'tey told me to give you this" says Jake handing you the wrapped object. It was very beautiful, you could see that everything was handmade and with a unique delicate touch. "And this?" you were surprised. Tsu'tey had never given you anything before.

"He didn't say why he sent it?" said Neytiri, coming closer to you. To look at the new gift. "No…he just gave it to me and then left. He looked a little nervous," says Jake. Neytiri lets out a cry of excitement, hugging you and wiggling like a little girl. This surprised Jake, Neytiri never acted like this with him…it was always with you that she shared these emotions. "Open it…I think I know what it is" says the woman, watching as you slowly open the gift. You had to admit that you felt a little nervous…after all it was tsu'tey.

Opening the gift, you could see that it was a top. It was so beautiful, it had beautiful rocks, you could see the details of the vine patterns that probably had been chosen with care. You took the piece carefully and placed it on your chest. It was your size, it was perfect. "It's very pretty…aunt y/n" says lo'ak, touching the gift carefully. "I know…it's beautiful" you speak, still admiring the gift.

"Ahhhh it's a courting gift..tsu'tey is courting you!!! you have to say yes!!!!" neytiri says, your sister-in-law was so excited. "I don't know…" you start talking. "Tsu'tey?" says jake a little surprised. You quickly turn around to take a look at your brother. You laugh a little and give a complicity look to neytiri. She laughs and understands what you want to tell her.

"You know what…maybe I did accept this gift" you say. Jake settles down and gets a little upset. "Ahh no, no…tsu'tey no" jake says. You raise your hand and place your index finger on your brother's lips making him shut up. "Shhhh you shut up" you speak, taking the gift in your hands again. Neytiri starts laughing hysterically, teasing her mate. Jake gets upset, taking lo'ak from your arms.

"I think he's upset now," Neytiri says, laughing as you stick your tongue out at your brother.

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darkestcorners · 2 months ago

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I’m wanting to know if you have any author recs who also write yandere and dark things similar to u :-) ?

Also curious how would jk react if men in general tried to pursue oc or eyefuck, flirt etc etc? Would he always threaten them firsthand or just kill them off the bat when yn isn’t looking…!!?? Or even worse by making it well known and try to desensitize the act

Another question I’m really curious about what if the man was in the same league as jk with the same connections and money to also attempt to mess up jks life or interfere with their relationship. I’m curious how far jk would take it in the name of keeping oc all to himself

Thank you for being such an amazing talented writer.

Hi babes🤍 Thank you so much for reading 💕🫶🫶

Ahh, my go to yandere authors have always been @deepdarkdelights & @angelicyoongie All their works are really really amazing. Such a big fan of all their stories. I think I used to say a million times on here how much I ate up The Crimson Shell & 10 seconds series ( im actually rereading both rn lmaoo) . Iconic.

I’m also positive there’s a bunch of new amazing authors on here but i unfortunately haven’t been on this site for 2 years so I’m really out of the loop and haven’t caught up with any new fics . Hopefully I can read some new ones soon haha.

As for your first question, it’s really tricky isn’t it? I can definitely see Jungkook switching it up a bit depending on the degree of the flirting/ advanced from other men or women. Yes, his first tactic is usually asserting his claim on her potential suitors to stay away which could mean a slight threat or warning that she has a boyfriend or just to simply make it clear she’s taken. His actual threatening tactics would be used if he noticed those warnings are ignored or the OC is reciprocating it. That’s when he gets drastic and starts finding ways to sabotage the person threatening their relationship. Whether it be more mild inconveniences like making them lose their job, opportunities or more drastic things like actually hurting them and causing ‘accidents .’ Actually killing them would have to be the last straw for him, like someone is actively posing a huge threat to him which would be unlikely given his status.

Now if someone of the same status/power as him in society posed a threat, definitely things would start to get more ugly. That’s when he’d consider murder. I think you can see Jungkook is aware of this as well with the way he’s slowly starting to question the OC having a career and whether or not she really needs it and already bringing up marriage.

#asks #anon #polarity #<3 #ily

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ludivineikewolf · 2 months ago

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Darius

Alleyways [Darius Vogel]

To those who've obeyed the rules till now and want to break them...

A/n: ahh yes the new guy you've been thirsting on. Sorry for the delay I was actually busy and not pretending to be busy this time. Btw this is gonna be a little cheesy so get a glass of oj or something. Minors go away NSFW.

@bakersgrief @floydsteeth @matchasilver @sh0jun @queengiuliettafirstlady

Pairing: Darius × Reader(female bodied)

Tags: smut; NSFW; semi-public sex; alcohol consumption; smoking; clothed sex; praise; vaginal sex; pulling out; breast play; nipple play; blowjob; cock biting; deep throating; cum swallowing; hair pulling; hickey; biting; one night stand; mentions of Roger and Alfons; mentions of dacryphilia.

It started off innocently? Right? No it didn't. No one goes to the tavern to let loose with friends against their will and ends up in an alleyway with a handsome man. Maybe. Sometimes.

....

It all started when Alfons and Roger dragged you to a special place because you were 'working too long'. The special place happened to be a tavern.

"Did you guys seriously bring me to a brothel?"

You cross your arms, a frown upon your face.

"Not a brothel, Little Robin. We aren't that ugly that we have to pay for our women."

The scene in front of you said quite the opposite. Drunk men and women who quite literally couldn't get a room or most definitely couldn't keep their hands to themselves were all over the place. Music was being played which was doing a really bad job at drowning out the sounds of pleasure fliting in the air and people were dancing and smoking and drinking.

You couldn't quite take Alfons for his word because that's how he was. With no regard to you and Roger, he saunters in like owned the place.

It seemed that Roger had read your mind. Why in the world would a tavern look like this?

"It's the weekend. This tavern is quite special on these days as you see."

"Well don't stand on the doorway. Come on in."

A slightly embarrassed blush crept up your neck and Roger chuckled. He draped his arm around your shoulders, guiding you inside to sit at the bar.

"Well I'll see you later then. Al is gonna look after you from now."

"Wha-?"

Roger simply walks away to who knows where and leaves you at the bar. Alfons suddenly appears from behind, startling you.

"No night is complete without alcohol."

He hands you a glass of a strong smelling amber liquid that swishes with the clear ice cubes in the crystal glass.

"Where did Roger go?"

You take a tiny sip of the cold liquid worried because it seemed quite strong. It in fact was strong. Really strong. It burned on its way down your throat and filled your whole body with warmth. It was strangely addictive too.

"To lick the tears off of yet another woman."

A slight blush crept to your ears. Was he being serious right now? The thought was stirring some other thoughts inside you. Some really dirty and sinful thoughts...

To stop your thoughts from rattling away you take a large gulp from your glass, downing it in one go. Alfons smiled at that and said something about you being fine on your own from now on and also leaves you sitting on the bar stool. You weren't sure what happened but whatever you drank definitely was affecting you.

"Hehe how cute. First time coming here?"

You nearly jump out of your skin when a strange man comes up behind you. A strangely beautiful man....

His eyes were like shimmering pools of gold that reminded you of the thing Alfons had gotten you to drink. The candle light was bouncing off of them and his hair. Really really pretty. His face. His blond hair was something that you could run your fingers through when you both-

Ahem. Let's leave that thought there.

Something had come over you. Something maddening. Looking at this man who was towering over you, smiling charmingly. You don't even remember what he had asked but you still say,

"Yes."

He chuckles. His voice was like velvet. So smooth so deep and so rich....

His hand was already on the bar, beside you. When did that happen? He was close enough to melt you, though you really wouldn't mind that. He smelled like citrus and sunshine, even in this dark hour of night.

You could really just get lost in his eyes and-

"May I buy you a drink, beautiful?"

And he's a gentleman with a sweet mouth. Wonderful.

You smile, still looking up at him and nod your head barely being able to tear your gaze away from his perfect lips. The way they moved to form the next words to spill from him was such a fascinating scene to you that you nearly don't hear what he says next.

"What would you like?"

"A martini."

"A martini?"

"A martini."

He turns to look at the bartender and gives them another one of his pretty smiles and his mouth opens again to say,

"Make that two then."

....

His tongue swipes your bottom lip again when he kisses you. Your fingers tangle in his soft hair and you moan into his mouth.

You push him against the wall of the alleyway you both had somehow ended up in. You don't remember how you got there but you knew that you wanted to be there.

You push against his shoulders and break that smouldering hot kiss and your teeth find his neck. You gently nip on the skin and hear him moan in that same pretty voice that had captured you.

You leave pretty bite marks on his neck and undo his belt. Getting on your knees, you unbutton his pants and look up at him with a cheeky smile.

You pull out his cock from his pants and pump your hands along the length of it. You look at his eyes and lick the tip which was already leaking precum.

His cheeks flushed a little as hips jolted a little and he moans.

"Mmmh you like that?"

And you swirl your tongue around the swollen tip of his thick cock again. He nods urgently and being satisfied with his answer, you wrap your lips around it.

He let out a low groan when you first bob your head on him. You wrap your hands around the rest of his shaft that you couldn't fit in your mouth, pumping him along with sucking his delicious cock.

A tiny string of curses left him when you hollowed your cheeks and moved your head painfully slow along his hard cock.

You wrap your tongue around him and pump his thick cock with both your hands. The surface was slick with your saliva and your hands easily glided along him.

"You're... doing so well. Please keep doing that..."

You feel slick dripping between your legs, soaking through your underwear. The way his deep, rich voice made those sounds was enough to get you ready for him.

His cock twitched as your lips wrap around the head of his cock, tongue teasing the dripping slit. Fingers wrapped around him pumping up and down slowly and feeling along the vein on the underside of the length.

His fingers grips hair and he thrusts himself deeper into your mouth, hitting the back of your mouth and almost making you gag.

Apparently he was getting impatient to cum but you weren't having it either. You look at his face, gently bite his cock to warn him and scrape your teeth over the bulging vein under his cock.

He whines and slowly lets go of your hair.

"Don't try to control me, pretty boy. Otherwise you won't be cumming tonight."

He nods and his pretty little mouth opened to form a word but he could only gasp when you take his entire length in your mouth.

You feel it hit the back of your throat before sliding down. You slowly bring him back to your lips and repeat.

"Oh god you're so good at this...!"

He was getting loud and close to cumming in your mouth. Your hands were on his balls, gently squeezing to encourage him to cum in your mouth.

With a final groan, he cums in your mouth. His hips jerk a little as he releases his cum in you, thick ropes spurting down your throat and coating your mouth with his sweet taste.

"Swallow it."

He did even have to say it because you had already greedily swallowed it all. With a pleased look in your eyes, you stuck out your tongue to show him your empty mouth.

He chuckles at you with a twinkle in his eyes which was visible even in the dark alleyway.

"That's a good girl..."

He pulls up, off the ground and your back presses against the wall. Impatiently, your mouth finds his in a passionate steamy kiss.

He lifts up your legs from the ground, wrapping them around his waist. You can only moan when you feel his hard cock press against your throbbing wet pussy. If only he would shove it in-

That thought didn't last long because his cock was lined up against your pussy, him gently rubbing the tip in your wet folds.

"Seems like you're ready for me."

"Yes I am...! Please- just...!"

He thrusts in and you bite his neck to stop a scream from wrangling it's way out of you. The wait had been excruciating but worth it. He felt even more amazing than you had thought.

"Show me your tits."

His words echoed meaninglessly through your head. His shallow thrusts were driving you insane. Your face which was previously buried in his neck looked at him dumbly.

He probably took it as a cue to start unbuttoning your blouse. You didn't mind. He would probably appreciate the view of them bouncing when he's fucking you into the wall-

And appreciate he did. His mouth licking and biting those soft and fleshy mounds was driving you to the edge.

His perfect hands cupping your ass and his thick cock pounding into your sopping hole. You've never had much time for one night stands. It certainly didn't disappoint.

One of his hands leaves your perfect little ass and into your skirt. His finger rubs in circles on your sweet bud. You could get dizzy from this pleasure.

"You're taking me so well... I could fuck your pussy everyday if I could."

His thrusts had increased pace by now and you struggled to keep your voice down because after all you both were in an alley. How disgraceful would it be if someone walked by...

He pulls his hips back completely and thrusts hard into you, making you yelp. His thumb had left your clit. Instead it was tugging your hard nipples, pinching and rolling it between his pretty fingers.

He hard thrusts and his cock hitting that sweet spot inside you were going to make you cum soon and he didn't stop them either. He gripped your waist and sheathed himself in you.

Your breasts bounced in front of his face and maybe he couldn't help himself but bury his face in them.

"I'm gonna cum... sweetheart. Your little cunt is sucking me... in so... good."

"I'm gonna-"

You didn't need to finish that sentence. You were already spasming around his girth in the most violent orgasm you had ever experienced. He kept impaling you until his cock started to twitch again and he pulled out of you just in time.

"Ah..! Fuck-..!"

He cums and the thick white spurt lands on your exposed breasts. You still weren't quite back in your mind to understand what had happened, still drifting on the cloud he'd lay you on.

You blinked at him and he let's grins cheekily, his eyes glimmering like that of a cats. He sticks his tongue out and licks along the sticky white trail his cum had left on you....

...

You buttoned your blouse, still glowing from how this strange man had railed you. He was also tucking his massive cock inside his pants.

It was quite funny actually.

"What's your name? I realised I never really asked for it."

This man. This strange, strange man. Beautiful and glowing. His slender fingers put his expensive looking belt through the loops in his pants.

He opens his mouth. The very mouth that was kissing you and sucking your tits. That devilish little tongue of his that could do a lot more than lick cum off your tits.

"They call me Darius."

.... Darius. What a pretty name for such a pretty man.

"Alas my dear... I must take my leave now. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did."

And he walked away. Into the darkness. His golden hair disappearing with him.

How strange. The first man you decided to fuck had to have such a massive cock. No complaints.

#ikemen villains #ikevil #ikevil darius #ikemen villains darius vogel #ikevil alfons #ikevil roger

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tr-mha-fan · 5 months ago

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10 Reasons Kazutora is Best Boi

10. He's cute

Have you looked at him? He's absolutely adorable 😍😍😍

9. He's pretty

Petshop timeline Kazutora is so pretty! Like... Look at that hair! Those eyes!

8. He's hot

Bad Toman timeline Kazutora was hot, we all agree on that

7. He's handsome

He looks good in literally EVERY timeline (except when he was 12, like, bro, what was up with that ugly ahh hair style?)

6. He's mentally unstable/insane

Lets be honest here, we ALL love insane men 😔

5. He's a murderer

Same as above

4. He has a tattoo

HE HAS A NECK TATTOOO! THATS SO HOT! We all know that tattoo's make (anime) men hotter!

3. He has an earring

His earring is so cute, and the story of how he got it is just 😔👌

2. He's strong

Who doesn't love a strong man? Like, seriously?

1. ITS ALL MIKEYS FAULT

If you've read the manga, you know what I mean. Kazutora was right all along!

Ok, this is a shitpost. Do not take what I said seriously! Im messing around (like, half those reasons are crazy!) but I do have an undying love for Kazu!!😍😍

#tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo rev #Tr #Kazutora #Hanemiya #mikey sano #Manjiro #Manga #Anime

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sippywippy · 6 months ago

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my friends comments on tf2 characters just by appearance

ft. ssome slurs we can say and ummm not kind nor important nor helpful language ^_^

scout

meowmeow : minecraft youtuber, british, ugly looks like my old stepdad, no facial hair makes him uglier, only faggots shave

woof : replied with chat gpt telling me to leave her alone

soldier

meowmeow : he looks like a strawberry dipped in chocolate

pyro

meowmeow : FUCK ME -> why are his pants so low hes like those black people

woof : i genuinely think he looks like a hey mamas lesbian

demo

meowmeow : his gun looks like a dildo

woof : "its easier to fake a smile than to explain why youre sad" ahh sticky note😭 🙏 🙏 🙏 🙏

engineer

meowmeow : Dude all these characters look like theyd have big dicks i wanna ride them & why are his feet so long

woof : defending scaramouche with her life in another channel

heavy

meowmeow : word girl sandwich man (chuck), why does he have a syringe on his gun

woof : he looks likw he gets men pregnant idk

medic

meowmeow : why does he look like a flayed rabbit in this picture

woof : nothing

spy

meowmeow : he looks like a monkey HE LOOKS LIKE HED HAVE A NEW YORK ACCENT

woof : isnt francw like anti muslim why is he wearijng a mask he clearly has one of those like hostage porn kinks

sniper

meowmeow : he looks like the guy that shot himself

woof : too racist for tumblr

miss pauling

meowmeow : shes like those 3d animations with the cum all ovwr the walls and everything

woof : SHE LOOKS LIKE LILY FROM LILYS GARDEN

EXTRAS

saxton hale

meowmeow : he looks like some guy from a farming mobile app i think

woof : is that the guy u have on mudae (i dont sadly)

burly beast medic

meowmeow : 🤤 licks

woof :

ok thanks

#tf2 #tf2 scout #tf2 soldier #tf2 pyro #tf2 demoman #tf2 engineer #tf2 heavy #tf2 medic #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #tf2 pauling #tf2 saxton hale

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radfemsiren · 2 months ago

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No fuckin way I just came across a "protect this one at all cost" ahh comment in THE WILD

RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY SALAD??? 💀😭

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP881FSyj/

If I ever posted a fucking TikTok and all the top comments were ugly, pathetic men saying “protect this woman boys!” …I’d KILL myself 💀

#asks

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pragmatic-and-eepy · 2 months ago

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ok since four people wanted it, headcanons! for the main four, I'll probably do more for the other characters later.

Edd! Full name, Edward "Edd" G. Sworld

A silly guy! He was born human, though he doesn't count himself as one anymore after the dose of his neighbors' weird satellite. He's still got powers, though it takes a while for them to properly return and he isn't the best at controlling him.

5'11/~180 cm and fat, but he loves himself. Big bear man.

Aroace spec, he's demiromantic and biromantic, but he's just asexual.

His main source of income is from commissions as he never actually went to an art school and has trouble getting full-time work. He does have a secret account for his little hero work when his powers start working and sometimes gets money from people who admire him.

He was the proper start of the friendgroup and the only reason the others stay together.

Did I hear someone say heterochromia? He used to only have pale brown eyes, but now a light green ring is around his pupils due to his powers.

Closest reference I have to how he looks in my mind: @/thepolysworldau has the best reference IMO. He just feels right.

Matt! Full name, Matthew "Matt" Doll

He wasn't always stupid, he just lost it for a while after being bit by a vampire :sob:. He didn't have a consistent source of blood intake and that's what made him a bit airheaded.

6'6/~198 cm, stringbean ahh looking fucker. He looks like he could be broken in half like dry pasta.

He's pan through and through, though he prefers the colors on the bi flag. Still, he feels pan is a better label for him so he sticks with it.

Went through the gender exploration phase after he got bit by the vampire but ultimately realized that yeah, he's a man, just fairly nonconforming at times with his style and he really likes makeup.

This man has freckles!!! There more prominent due to his skin not having as much pigment to it anymore, but he likes them so he's not upset.

He also used to have heterochromia! One eye was green, the other was blue, but now they're both red because of the whole vampire thing. His hair's also a slightly more red color now, he just dyes it to be more orange like it used to be.

Closest reference to how he looks in my mind: @/starrixle's Matt design is PEAK (all different images except for the last two words)

Tom! Full name, Thomas "Tom" Bromel

Monster Tom my beloved, but I do NOT vibe with the canon monster design, it's so ugly :sob:. I vibe more with @/albi-finch-blog's design. It can go between the bigger and smaller forms, fully depends on how well he's doing mentally.

The only transgender in the group, he's also a demiboy (he/they/it pronouns, am i projecting a bit maybe i am)

The shortest in the group at 5'3/~160 cm. It doesn't help that they keep slouching. Also definitely on the heavier side.

Its eyes are because of its monster heritage, which came from their mother's side. His dad is just French.

Is he unhealthily attached to Susan? Yes, yes he is. In his defense, Susan was part of his major teenage rebellion phase before he left to live with his friends.

Bisexual, preference for men though.

Closest reference to how he looks in my mind: For his half-shifted form, i feel @/battyratzz's works the best, but for him just being human? I feel @/422kit's design works best.

Tord! Full name, Tord Lorison.

The only human of the group. Debatably so later on but shhhh.

For a while he was around 6'/~183 cm, but after his return he was like, freakishly tall (taller than Matt) and he just kept getting taller until WTFuture timeline (there is a reason for this i promise).

He of course came from Norway but his parents divorced early on and he spent time between the UK and Norway (like, every few months he'd switch places) until his father won full custody of him and he stayed in the UK from when he was around 7 to his early 20s, when he left.

He hasn't picked a label for himself and he doesn't really want to, he just knows he likes men and women and maybe other people it really just depends on their aesthetic.

LONG GREASY HAIR AHH WASH YOUR GODDAMN HAIR BRO UGH. Also naturally very dark-haired, but he dyed it a more caramel color for a while until after he got a bit blown up.

He's OBSESSED with inventing things, has been since he was a kid. Little science kid but engineering was his calling and he's been building for a long time.

Closest reference to how he looks in my mind: To me his style came in eras. He looked like @/pond-child-edd's design for a while until his 20s, became @/anonymousjackalope's design from when he left to a bit after he got explodicated, and then ended up as @/lexisgayok's design but with dark hair and a mask.

EXTRA EXTRA! EXTRA HEADCANONS, SOME MISC AND SOME WITH HOW THEY INTERACT BELOW THE CUT WAHOO! HERE BE SHIPPING, YOU ARE WARNED!

Tord and Edd dated when they were younger, from around 14 to 16 I think. They ended up realizing it just wouldn't work so they broke it off but stayed friends.

Matt was the one who bought the house they all lived in because his parents were actually loaded and didn't care about how he used the money since he was normal enough to avoid some danger.

Tom did not join the friendgroup willingly, he got dragged in kicking and screaming by Edd and never escaped.

Tord ALSO didn't join entirely willingly, but Edd was the only kid who talked to him when he first started living part-time in the UK and he didn't like being alone.

Matt's been crushing on Edd since they were ten and was HELLA JEALOUS of Tord. He still is, but he's let it go enough.

Tom would regularly bite Tord for various reasons up until he moved out. They nearly bit him again when he moved back in.

Tom's bad at emotions, especially handling attraction. His first relationship was with Laurel but they weren't the best at being a couple, his second was with Bully (yknow, from the beach episode) (it was very unhealthy but he thought it was fun), and his last relationship came years after with Tord (it'd been sitting on unresolved feelings for a long time and only really realized after Bully that the feelings he felt for Tord were attraction).

Once Ringo got out of the house while Tord was home alone and Edd was supposed to be gone for a week visiting family, so Tord literally built a fake Ringo from scratch before finding her literal hours before Edd came back. Now there are two Ringos and Tord kept the robo-Ringo when he left.

Edd and Matt ended up starting a relationship not long before the proper start of the WTFuture timeline happened, they were walking to where they would've had a date when the Red Army invaded.

Tom was home alone with Ringo when it happened. She'd been sick and he took the day off work to watch her. Both Tom and Ringo got taken by the Red Army early on.

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moocow-milkcarton · 4 months ago

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Tell me why the fish I'm watching MotoGP and I have to witness Zak Browns ugly fucking face. Babes get out of here!!! I'm tryna watch my mad men on they bikes not some loser ahh F1 TP

#f1 #motogp #im a hater i fear #zak brown

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chocoblep · 2 months ago

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#27: The Bully

Prompt: Memory

Qorin was working alongside two of the Iriq tribe’s women, washing and chopping vegetables while Tsuyen prepared some of the meat that had been brought back by the hunting party. He wasn’t particularly vocal when he was cooking unless others addressed him first; mostly because he knew this was not where he ultimately belonged. There was nothing wrong with being a caregiver or one of the tribe’s cooks, but every time he watched the hunting party leave, he watched his heart go with them, and it never really settled where his body was.

Now, though, he tried to make himself even smaller than he already was as he heard the women chattering back and forth about the viability of the men who had left them with the meat. It was always uncomfortable, hearing them talk about the things they liked and how each male in the tribe would rank to them as a bed partner. It was especially uncomfortable, because for all that they laughed and joked about who would be better than who, he was never mentioned. Never considered. He’d heard hornfuls about every other male in the tribe–Tsuyen included–but never anything about himself.

Eventually he tuned their voices out–so much so that when a hand came down on his shoulder he jumped, nearly fumbling his knife and cutting himself as he looked sheepishly over his shoulder. Tsuyen had leaned down and he turned his head to murmur into Qorin’s horn.

“Batu and Garan are coming,” he said, patting Qorin on the shoulder and then moving back to his station.

Qorin looked back up in time to see the object of his ire–Batu–sidling up to grin and flirt with the women nearby. He rolled his eyes, getting back to work, only looking up again when he heard a strange laugh. He recognized that laugh; it was one that this particular Sister made when she was uncomfortable.

“You know, we all have knives, Batu. It’s not wise to overstay your welcome here,” he said blandly.

“Jealous that he’s not flirting with you?” Garan shot back, but when Qorin shifted his gaze to him and calmly wiped his knife on his apron, the taller man seemed to think better of his teasing.

Batu, however, did not read the room, for he turned his attention away from the woman he’d been flirting with and over to Qorin, who calmly slid all of the chopped vegetables into a basket and set them on the table behind him.

“Ahh, yes. Qorin, of the Borlaaq,” Batu said smoothly. “Given up for being too ugly. Imagine, tossed out by your own clan because they couldn’t stand the sight of you.” His grin was wide, sharp teeth on full display.

“Your denial is almost funny,” came Tsuyen’s voice beside him. Qorin tried not to let the surprise show on his face.

“My denial?” Batu questioned, eyeing Tsuyen with a tilt of his head.

“Yes. You see the man standing next to me, a hundred times more beautiful than you will ever be, and deny that you have found you might actually be attracted to men.” Tsuyen was wiping his own hands clean, smiling almost sweetly. “It is nothing to be ashamed of. You know, the Dotharl have no such compunction about that, nor do they have the strange obsession you seem to have about gender and sex. Thus, denial.”

Everyone was staring at Tsuyen now, but Batu recovered first, knitting his brows together. “That is a lie! If I were attracted to men, it would be men like you, not–”

“Men like me?” Tsuyen cut in, his smile turning sly. “Please, continue.”

“That’s not–” Batu’s pale cheeks pinkened, and he took a step back. “I am not attracted to men!” He sputtered, and the girls started giggling.

“It really is nothing to be ashamed of if you are,” one of them said. “Actually, it’s kind of cute. A crush on Tsuyen?”

“He’s blushing, how adorable!” the other woman said, and then the pair tittered again and went back to chopping vegetables.

Batu, having lost his chance to put on a show that was advantageous to him, stormed off in a huff. Garan turned his head to watch his friend leave, and then murmured, “Huh. Didn’t see that one coming.” He shot a strange look at Qorin and Tsuyen, and then trotted off to call after his friend.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Qorin said softly, grabbing a basket of root vegetables he’d foraged up and cleaned earlier. Settling it in front of him, he grabbed a different knife and began to peel them.

Tsuyen grabbed another knife and started peeling, too. “Do what?” he asked innocently.

“Defend me. Lie,” Qorin replied, feeling the sting of tears prick at his eyes. He fought that back.

“I did not lie. You are a hundred times more beautiful than he will ever be, and he does like men. He has a crush on you and he hates that he does. He hates what that means.” Tsuyen kept his voice down so that the women who were prepping nearby could not hear them.

“How do you know that?” Qorin asked, doubtful.

“Garan told me,” Tsuyen murmured.

“Since when were you and Garan close?” Qorin asked, stopping his peeling to give his friend a once-over.

“Ah, we’ve been sneaking around for a little while,” Tsuyen said quietly, his smile almost shy. “He’s been trying to get Batu to accept his desires, but it’s been a fierce battle. Batu is little more than a bully, and Garan wants to help him grow as a person.”

A pit opened in his stomach, and a great weight settled there. Batu? Had a crush on him? He couldn’t pretend he wasn’t flattered, but it did put some things into perspective if it was true. “Are you certain?”

“Did you see how he nearly choked when I suggested he likes men? How vehemently he denied you? That is his way.”

“A completely ineffective way.”

“But you are smiling,” Tsuyen pointed out, and Qorin gave a little shrug before going back to his peeling.

“I guess just… hearing that anyone could like me like that at all is nice.”

“Even Batu?”

“No. Batu is insufferable. Just… a person in general.”

A moment of silence passed, and then Tsuyen leaned over and lowered his voice. “Do not base your own viability on the opinions of others. Those two behind us have a type that they’re attracted to, but they are not the representatives of all women or men.”

Qorin shook his daydreams free and looked over at the cold fire in the middle of his home, eyes wandering over the two cushions there, one much more worn and threadbare than the other. His bed, much too big for him alone, but with one side mussed nonetheless. As he stirred his stew, he thought about his old friend.

How wrong he had been that being liked by anyone at all was nice. He’d learned, when Batu had trapped him and let his obsession give way to more heinous things, that it mattered who liked him, and how they liked him. It mattered who gave him false platitudes, and who spoke truth. Would Tsuyen have been proud of him for making his own way, or pitied him because he still hadn’t found comfort with himself?

“I’m sorry I left,” he muttered, as if perhaps Tsuyen could hear it. “You and the Eldest were truly the only ones there that saw any real beauty in me at all. His expectations, I couldn’t live up to, and you… I couldn’t face.“

He closed his eyes for a moment, letting out a sigh.

“It’s not really much better here, either.”

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hyperfixatedimagines · 2 years ago

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Mother, Maiden, Crone

Anon requested: “...where alicent is having a week of terrible menstrual cramps and reader is the person who helps her. Alicent is scared to death that she won't be able to attend small council meetings because of the pain and men thinking of her as a fragile thing.”

Summary: When the Queen becomes ill with horrible cramps that leave the maesters and citadel scratching their heads it is Alicent’s handmaiden and her sister who come to the Queen’s aid.

A/n: I hope you enjoy it even if it’s not exactly what you imagined! As always, I thank everyone for their patience. Please let me know what you all think!

“Your grace you must be in bed,” you chided her as you walked into her bed chamber only to find her out of bed and headed towards her changing partition.

Queen Alicent Hightower was not a woman, she was a force to be reckoned with.

The Queen waved you off. “I’m fine (y/n). I need to attend the petitions on the Bracken lands. Help me dress,” Alicent ordered through troubled breaths.

Then the Queen gripped her side and leaned onto one of the wooden poles of the bed’s frame for support.

“Ahh,” Alicent cried out.

You rushed to her side and wrapped her arm around your shoulders so that she could lean on you.

“Your grace you cannot attend the petition hearing today. You must rest,” you insisted.

The Queen sighed. “I will rest...but only for a bit then I will rise and attend the rest of the hearing.”

You nodded. “Of course your grace,” you said even though you knew she would be in bed the rest of the day.

You helped the Queen settle back into her bed. Then you made sure to fluff her pillow before telling her you would return with her fire wrap and soothing flower tea.

The Queen closed her eyes and settled against her pillows.

You left her chambers and returned to the kitchens. The flower tea was prepared and one of the cooks handed you the fire wrap. Then you headed back to the Queen’s apartments.

The fire wrap rested on the tray beside the tea and while your hands burned from the heat you knew it would keep the tea hot for the Queen so you bore it.

You gave Ser Criston a polite nod as you walked into the Queen’s chambers.

It was then you heard gagging sounds coming from the bed chamber so you set the tray down on the nearby table and rushed to the Queen’s side.

You were just in time. The Queen had her hand over her mouth, her face a sickly pale with a tinge of green.

You rushed over with an empty pot.

“Here your grace,” you said as you handed it to her.

The Queen took the pot and not a moment later she threw up into it. You held her hair back as she continued to throw up.

While you did not enjoy seeing the Queen so ill you did enjoy the times you got to touch the Queen.

Normally as her handmaiden you would be prohibited from any unnecessary touching but while the Queen was ill you were allowed small transgressions such as holding her hair back so that she would not get vomit on it.

Her hair was so soft and luscious, even as the Queen was sick her hair was as beautiful as ever.

But then again the Queen, even while ill, was as beautiful as ever to you. You didn’t think it was possible for the Queen to be ugly.

The day you were told you would be the Queen’s handmaiden was one of the happiest of your life.

The daughter of a stable hand you were lucky at all to be working at the Keep but being a laundress, your first position at the Keep, was hard and left you feeling spent at the end of the day. Being a handmaiden was a dream come true.

You tended to the Queen, getting to dress her and bring her food to her. Doting on the Queen was something that brought you great joy as you truly admired the Queen.

The Queen was harsh but fair. She could be very kind when her kindness was earned and cruel was cruelty was due. Your affinity for the Queen was perhaps not all that chaste, as you often dreamt of her at night in less than Queenly positions with you, but those thoughts were kept to yourself as you were no one and the Queen was well, the Queen.

You were younger than her Grace, unwed, and without child. You planned to stay that way until the Queen no longer wished for you to tend to her.

After the Queen had spent herself hunched over the pot you brought her the fire wrap and flower tea.

First you positioned the fire wrap behind her, right against her lower back.

The Queen let out a pleased hum. You smiled as you helped her lean back against the pillows.

Then you handed her the cup of flower tea.

Alicent took it and took a sip. She closed her eyes and let her head rest against her pillow. You took the tea cup and set it on the stand beside her.

“Thank you (y/n),” Alicent whispered.

Your smile widened. “It is my pleasure to help you your Grace,” you replied.

While the Queen rested you took the now cold fire wrap and empty tea cup from the previous night back to the kitchens.

You put the rocks that were wrapped in cloth back onto the roaring fire of the kitchen. You hoped they would be hot enough soon, should the Queen need another wrap quickly.

The cook, Oren, turned to you. “How is the Queen feeling?”

“She’s resting right now but she threw up into another pot. I am not sure she is getting any better,” you told him, a frown on your face.

Oren sighed. “And the measters cannot give her something for the pain?”

You shook your head. “They can only offer milk of the poppy. The maesters claim the Queen is fine and that her distress is due to the delirium that women are prone to at her age.” You frown deepened. “For such educated men they are nothing but fools.”

Oren laughed. “And what do you think is wrong with her Grace?”

“I am not sure but I know she is ill and needs something stronger than flower tea but not so strong as milk of the poppy.” You said as you prepared the tray for the Queen’s midday meal.

“Why don’t you ask your sister Audra if she can take a look at the Queen? She works wonders for us common folk,” said your friend Layla, a serving girl, from across the kitchens.

You shook your head. “I don’t think the Queen would allow such a common born midwife tend to her.”

Layla shrugged. “Than you must continue to give her flower tea and fire wraps.”

You sighed. You knew your sister would know how to help the Queen. Your sister was the best midwife in King’s Landing, better than the ones that tended to the Princess and the Queen during their labors, but because your sister was so common born you knew it would not be possible. So you put your mind to things you could do, such as your chores.

Later that night when you returned to give the Queen her dinner your heart almost stopped when you walked into the room and found the Queen on the floor.

You ran to her side and knelt down next to her. “Your Grace, are you alright?”

Alicent groaned as she opened her eyes and turned her head towards you.

“(y/n), help me up,” she commanded.

You stood then held her hand and later her arm as the Queen pushed herself up. Once she was up she leaned on you for support.

Heat radiated over your body having the Queen pressed against you. You swallowed hard and tried not to let your mind wander.

You led the Queen back to her bed. She sat down on the edge. Then you poured her another cup of tea and handed it to her.

She took a small sip before she let out a great sigh. “Thank you (y/n). It seems as though you always come to my aid,” she said with a small smile. “My knight in shining armor, it would seem,” she said when you met her gaze.

You blushed under her gaze. “You honor me your grace.”

Alicent took a deep breath then attempted to stand. You instinctively reached out to steady her. She gripped onto you then let out another sigh.

“Blasted womb. How am I supposed to attend small council meetings like this?” She asked with an exasperated huff.

“Pardon my tongue your grace but you are in no state to attend to your duties. I do not wish to see you in worse pain because you attempted to sit at a council meeting,” you rambled.

Alicent looked over at you with a bashful look in her eyes. “Your worry for me is appreciated (y/n),” she said, the blush on her cheeks growing redder. Then she looked away. “But the Queen cannot let her body keep her from her duties.”

Then the Queen let go of you and stood up straight on her own. You stood close by just in case she needed you.

You watched as the Queen took a few steps towards the door. You smiled as it looked like she moved with not much pain but the smile fell when the Queen gripped the chest by the door for support.

Again, you rushed to her side. You held her up, wrapping her arm around your shoulders and your arm around her waist.

“Your grace, please, you need to rest,” you urged.

The Queen shook her head. “I cannot. I have already missed several small council meetings, a handful of petition hearings for various matters, and I was not able to see to Lady Fell.” Alicent sighed and met your gaze once more. “(y/n) I cannot miss another. If I do the men of this court will only see me as a fragile woman and not a formidable Queen.”

Your heart softened. You were no stranger to the cruelties of the subjugation of women in the realm. You nodded slowly.

“I understand your grace....but,” you said with a bit of hesitancy, “If you push yourself beyond what you are able to do you will be seen even weaker by the men of court.”

Alicent let her head rest on your shoulder. You savored the contact.

“You are much wiser than your youth ascribes to you (y/n),” Alicent whispered.

The praise in her voice lit your body aflame with pride. You led the Queen back to her bed and helped her sit down on the edge of it once more.

Then you brought in her dinner and helped place another fire wrap against her back while she ate.

The following morning you left the Keep to fetch your sister. Audra lived on the outskirts of King’s Landing but she often came into the city to work in the various pleasure houses of the street of silk. So you headed to one of the pleasure houses you knew Audra often worked in.

Surely enough she was helping birth a babe in one of the houses.

You stood by the door while the woman had her baby. You winced as the mother cried out in pain. Then you turned away and waited in the hall.

Motherhood was beautiful to you, but birthing a babe had always sacred you.

Eventually, your sister emerged from the room. Her apron and dress covered in blood. She smiled when she saw you.

“(y/n), what are you doing all the way over here,“ she asked as she stepped closer with her arms stretched out.

Then she stopped, looked down at the state of her dress, and opted to give you a small pat on the cheek instead.

You smiled back. “It’s good to see you too sister.”

Then you explained to your sister the situation with the Queen. Your sister asked various questions regarding the Queen’s pains and how long she had felt such pain. You explained it all as best you knew. Then you asked your sister if she could see to the Queen.

“I don’t know (y/n). I don’t believe the Queen would wish for me to tend to her,” Audra said with a sigh.

You frowned. “Please Audra we must at least try. If you could see how much pain the Queen is in...it’s hurts to see her in such a state.”

Your sister stared at you. She furrowed her brows.

“(y/n), you are careful around the royal family are you not?”

You nodded.

Audra reached out and laced her hands with yours. “I will go to the Queen and offer my services....but you must promise me to reign in those feelings of yours. It is for your own safety, do you understand?”

You blushed furiously but nodded. “Of course Audra.”

So the two of you started the journey back to the Keep.

The Targaryen men at arms would not let your sister in the Keep at first but then Talya, the Queen’s head handmaiden, came out and demanded they let your sister in. The men at arms stepped aside and your sister was able to come inside.

You led your sister to the Queen’s quarters.

When you arrived the Queen sat by the fire place. She looked in better spirits but you had worked by the Queen’s side enough to know she was still in pain. Her jaw was clenched quite tightly.

You and your sister curtsied. Then you introduced your sister and what she did.

The Queen was polite. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your presence Audra.”

“My sister tells me you are in quite some pain due to your moonblood. She wished for me to examine you and administer relief,” your sister stated.

Alicent turned to you. Her eyes softened. “That is very kind of you (y/n) but I feel much better.” Then she turned to your sister. “Thank you for coming all the way here Audra but your services are not needed.”

Your sister nodded. “As you wish, your grace.”

Then Talya ushered your sister out of the room. You frowned.

“Your grace, please.”

The Queen stood from her seat with a small grimace before she schooled her features and met your gaze.

“See, I am alright now (y/n).”

You shook your head and excused yourself.

Once outside you hurried to your sisters side. She was a woman of sixty and six so she had not gotten quite far.

You sighed aloud. “I do not understand why the Queen is so stubborn Audra. I just wish to help her.”

“I know (y/n) but you must obey her as your liege. She does not wish for help...” You sister stopped walking and turned to you. “But should she be in much pain you administer a tonic of sorts by placing petals of the poppy in her flower tea.”

You nodded. “I will remember that sister thank you.”

Then you led your sister out of the keep and gave her a hug goodbye.

The small council gathered for a meeting on the current state of the realm. The Queen had rallied and bore her pain as best she could to make it to the chambers where the small council held their meetings.

You watched the Queen leave her apartments with a frown. She was not ready, you knew it for certain, but the Queen would not heed your caution.

Then you received the worst news. As you tidied the Queen’s sleeping chambers in rushed Ser Criston with the Queen in his arms.

He urged you to get the maesters. So you turned to alert them but stopped when you heard the Queen call for you.

You turned back towards her. “Yes your grace?”

Alicent took heavy breaths. “Get your sister. I do not want the maesters,” she said through labored breathing.

You nodded and rushed out to speak with one of the men at arms. You instructed him to bring your sister at once.

Off he rode on one of the horses kept in the Keep’s stables.

You rushed to the kitchens to prepare the tonic your sister had spoken of the previous day.

When the tonic was ready you rushed to the Queen’s bedside.

She sat up against various pillows, her eyes closed.

Then she heard you come in and opened them.

“(y/n), is your sister with you?”

You shook your head. “No but she is on her way, your grace.”

Then you approached her and handed her the tea. You explained that your sister had given you a recipe to soothe the pain.

The Queen drank it without hesitation. She hummed with a small smile spreading across her face.

“I already feel a bit better, thank you (y/n).”

You blushed and looked away. “Of course your grace.”

Talya opened the door and in walked your sister.

She went to work and instructed you and Talya on how to position the Queen for her to inspect. After she examined the Queen she instructed you to make her a preserve of baby lamb’s blood, and for the Queen to ride her horse for an hour after finishing the tea you had made her.

Alicent was hesitant as she did not understand what a preserve and horse ride would change, but she would do so as she had no other option.

So you got to work on preparing the preserve with fresh lamb’s blood while the Queen was taken to her horse for a ride.

Afterwards, you met the Queen back in her chambers. You gave her another cup of the tea with the petal of the poppy as well.

The Queen ate her preserve with her dinner and drank her tea.

“If I may ask you your grace, how did your horse ride go,” you asked.

Alicent met your gaze. “I simply rode my horse as your sister instructed. I did not feel a difference at first but after I got off the horse I did feel much relief. We shall see how I feel after dinner.”

You nodded and turned to leave.

The Queen reached out and stopped you by grabbing your wrist.

You turned to her with your brows raised. “Did I forget something your grace?”

The Queen shook her head. “No (y/n) I just...” She cleared her throat and looked away from you. “I wanted to thank you, for everything. You have taken very good care of me in my time of need. I am very thankful you were by my side,” she finished, her cheeks becoming rosy.

You smiled shyly. “You honor me with your kind words your grace. I am merely doing my duty to you.”

Alicent met your gaze. “That you do very well (y/n).”

Your whole body warmed under her gaze.

Then her son, Prince Aemond, walked into the room and you were dismissed.

Talya had taken the Queen’s food for first meal of the day. Then the Queen attending the small council meeting, this time without fainting.

When you finally got a chance to see the Queen it was after her tea with Lady Fell.

You were sent in to clean up the tea pots and cups.

The Queen smiled brightly when you entered the room. Lady Fell had already left.

“(y/n)! It is good to finally see you. I started to believe you were avoiding me,” Alicent teased.

You blushed and shook your head. “No of course not your grace I would never.”

Alicent approached you and put a hand to your arm. “I only jest (y/n).”

“Oh, right,” you replied sheepishly.

“I have ordered for my men to bring your sister to the Keep later this evening.”

You furrowed your brows. “May I ask why?”

The Queen sat back down in her seat. “I wish to thank her in person, and compensate her for her time. Her recipe worked wonders. I feel completely healed and ready to attend to all my duties. Without her help i would not have been able to. I owe her a great deal,” Alicent said as she settled in her seat.

You stood up straighter, pride swelling inside you. “I am sure my sister will appreciate that your Grace. You are most kind.”

Alicent smiled back at you. “Don’t think I have forgotten you. I have ordered for one of my most favorite pelts to be delivered to your sleeping chamber. I have heard it gets quite drafty in the maids quarters.”

“Your grace, you are too kind. I cannot possibly accept such a gift,” you uttered, she would bestow you with such a gift.

Alicent shook her head. “I won’t hear it (y/n). You stood by my side when I needed you most. I reward such loyalty when shown to me.”

“It is very easy to be loyal to someone as gracious and beautiful as you, your grace,” you replied without a second thought.

It wasn’t until Alicent raised a brow that you realized what you had said.

You looked away from her and bowed your head. “I apologize your grace I do not know what-”

Alicent stood and crossed the room to stand in front of you. Then she titled your chin up so that you met her gaze. She smiled at you fondly.

“It is alright (y/n),” the Queen whispered.

She held your gaze for a while longer. Neither of you spoke. You swallowed hard and realized you would do whatever it took to remain in her Grace’s service.

Later that evening when your sister arrived Talya sent a serving girl to fetch you from your room where you were cuddled up under the fine pelt the Queen had gifted you.

When you arrived at her Grace’s chambers your sister was already there.

The Queen handed your sister a small pouch filled with coins, you guessed silver and gold.

“Audra, I thank you for your aid and knowledge in such matters.” The Queen said as she handed the pouch to your sister.

Your sister bowed her head. “It was my honor your grace. Should you ever have cause to need me I will always heed your call.”

It was then Alicent turned and noticed you. Her face lit up.

“(y/n), you’re here.”

You stepped forwards and curtsied.

The Queen approached you and held your hands. “And thank you (y/n) for insisting I take care of myself.”

You blushed. “Thank you you grace.”

Audra cleared her throat. You and the Queen turned to look at her. She smiled.

“The seven honors the maiden’s heart, the mother’s sacrifice, and the crone’s knowledge. We as women must care for one another as the men of our realm will never understand us.”

The Queen nodded. “That is very sage Audra.” Then she turned to you. “I will always value your heart,” she whispered before she enveloped you in her arms.

You wrapped your arms around the Queen, knowing this opportunity would not present itself again. In that moment you were thankful for the Queen’s health and her kindness towards you. You hoped you would always be worthy of it.

#alicent hightower x reader #alicent higtower imagine #alicent hightower #House of the Dragon imagine #House of the Dragon reader insert

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dangantums · 6 months ago

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AHH I JUST SAW THAT YOU FINISHED AOT!! May I request a Levi burping fic?? (idk if you’re a Eruri stan but if you wanted to have Erwin help him out I would LOVE). THANK YOU SO MUCH❤️❤️❤️

im literally screaming and rattling the bars of my enclosure, YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES

No Casualties

this fic contains: intox, bloating, burps, hiccups, belly rubs, SFW content yet some slight NSFW implications

ship: e.ruri ( l.evi X e.rwin -- AOT )

TLDR: in an AU where the scouts are successful a mission that gets rid of titans -- which is a cause to celebrate! however, l.evi indulges a bit too much, leaving e.rwin to take care of him in their quarters.

Levi, who was slick with grime and exhaustion, had surveyed the field. Blood, not his own or his squad's, caked him from head to toe, its stench mingling with the metallic tang of sweat. Steam rose from his body. Using a vial from the Reiss Chapel, the squad had formulated an anti-titan serum. Injected into the nape, it neutralized the titan, allowing them to rescue the human within. Initially, reaching this vulnerable spot proved costly, but with new strategies and refined gear, they'd finally achieved this long-held goal. Titans were no more, and lives were saved. Standing amidst his team and the newly freed people, Levi had heard Erwin's clear voice:

"No casualties. We won.”

The war was over; a distant yet horrifying memory. Tonight, the Survey Corps celebrated not just victory, but life. Laughter and cheers echoed through the mess hall, a cacophony of relief and camaraderie – the squad celebrated at said mess hall, a well-deserved celebration after years of blood and sacrifice. Among them, Levi Ackerman, humanity's strongest soldier, sat uncharacteristically slumped in his chair, slightly tipsy, flushed, a mischievous glint in his steely gray eyes and a mug of ale perpetually glued to his hand. He was several mugs of ale deep and several degrees looser.

"And then I sliced that damn Titan right between its ugly eyes – whoosh!" Levi declared, throwing his arm out dramatically. “S-So Hange could get in with the fuckin’ vial.”

Sat next to Levi was Erwin Smith, the ever-observant commander (who so happened to be Levi’s boyfriend). He watched Levi as his golden hair caught the flickering lamplight; he chuckled to himself. They were both a little tipsy, Levi more-so than Erwin.

"Careful there, Captain," Erwin teased. “You almost hit me with your arm.”

“Then move outta the way, dipshit.” Levi hissed.

"Okay, okay,” Erwin assured him, throwing his hands up. “Are you alright, at least? Your face is a bit flush.”

Levi glared, a playful glint in his steely gaze. "Peachy," he mumbled, puffing out his chest in a pathetic attempt to appear unaffected. Though his stomach gurgled unpleasantly. Levi slumped further back in his chair, his hand resting possessively on a belly that had become pleasantly round from the ale. It pushed uncomfortably against the fabric of his shirt. He had to burp, but he’d be damned if he let out a belch here in front of his men – even while tipsy.

Erwin's lips quirked up. "Perhaps a bit too peachy. You've had quite a bit to drink."

Levi scoffed. "Tch. I’m not drunk, just a little tipsy. I can handle my ale; unlike someone I know. It's a good thing you only had one mug, or you'd be on the damn floor."

Erwin feigned injury, placing a hand over his heart. "Ouch, Levi. Straight to the heart. Come on, let’s go lay down – I think you’ve had enough.”

Levi scowled, but resisted the temptation to retort. Instead, he watched as Erwin stood from his chair, his tall frame towering over the shorter male. He allowed himself to be helped to his feet. His legs wobbled slightly, and Erwin wrapped a strong arm around his waist, steadying him. Erwin could really see the damage that was done to Levi’s tummy.

"Oi, Erwin," Levi slurred. "I can walk m-myself."

Erwin simply smirked. “Sure.”

The walk to their shared room was a slow, meandering affair. Levi, normally light on his feet, stumbled slightly with each step. His belly, pleasantly full from the ale, pressed uncomfortably against his clothes. He mumbled a string of incoherent complaints under his breath, punctuated by the occasional gurgle or churn from his distended belly. Levi didn’t get very far before he had to stop.

"Ugh, fuckin’ carry me already," he grumbled.

"Of course, Shortcake," Erwin teased. Erwin scooped Levi up with surprising ease, the soldier surprisingly light despite his earlier feast, and carried him towards their shared quarters. Levi sighed into Erwin’s shoulder. Once inside, he carefully deposited Levi on the bed, the room tilted precariously as Levi tried to focus on Erwin's face.

“There we go,” Erwin's voice was a low rumble, sending shivers down Levi’s spine. “Comfortable?”

Levi mumbled something unintelligible, his hand instinctively going to his stomach, the bloated feeling magnified now that he was lying down. He felt... uncomfortably full. His flat stomach strained against his shirt, a taut balloon threatening to burst. And suddenly, a burp, loud and ungentlemanly, escaped him. Levi flushed a deeper shade of red, mortified.

Erwin chuckled again. "Looks like you have some air trapped in there, hm? Let’s see if we can get it out.”

Before Levi could voice a scathing retort, Erwin unbuttoned Levi's shirt with practiced ease. Then, Erwin's warm hand settled on his abdomen, a gentle pressure applied in a circular motion. At first, Levi tensed, his face scrunching up in confusion. The touch was surprisingly soothing, easing the tightness a fraction, and Levi settled. The shorter male’s eyes flickered down, looking at his distended stomach in all of its glory. The captain instinctively bit back a belch, and Erwin noticed.

"Work with me, Levi," Erwin murmured, his voice a low purr against Levi's ear. He began to massage harder.

Under Erwin’s ministrations, a soft gurgle escaped Levi’s lips, followed by a long, resounding “BWWWURRP!” Relief washed over his face, yet he hissed as he lightly swatted at Erwin’s hand with no real bite. “Damn you, eyebrows. Stop it.”

Erwin's other hand came to cup his cheek, his thumb gently stroking Levi's flushed skin. "Hush, love. Let me help."

A traitorous moan escaped Levi as Erwin continued, his touch sending shivers down his spine. The gentle massage continued, punctuated by a steady stream of burps, each one bringing a sliver of relief. He hated to admit it, but the attention felt… good. And as the night wore on, the gentle massage turned into a sensual exploration. Erwin grazed his thumbs along Levi's taut stomach, sending delicious tingles through him. Levi, despite himself, couldn't help but let out a soft moan as another resounding “BUUUUURP!” escaped him.

“Feeling any better?” Erwin cooed, his breath hot, hitting Levi’s cheek.

"Maybe," Levi mumbled, his voice thick. "But you're a goddamn menace, Erwin."

Erwin's lips curved into a slow, predatory smile. "Perhaps. But you seem to be enjoying this, wouldn't you agree?"

The question hung in the air for a moment. "Maybe," Levi eventually repeated, his voice barely a whisper. "But don't think – Hic-urrrrpp! … don’t think this makes you less of a pain.”

Erwin's smile widened. "Never," he said, and then his lips were on Levi's, the kiss a slow exploration, a promise of more to come.

The night that was going to follow would be a blur of soft touches and heated whispers. Erwin's touch lingered, his hand dipping lower, skimming the sensitive skin just above Levi's waistband. Levi gasped before he murmured, "When I… UUURP! Mmmnnh… When I'm not so tipsy… you will literally die by my hands."

“Alright, love.”

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