#was too scared to or afraid of humiliating himself in front of other people.

[invisibellamy]

thinking again about simon’s weird dance and how it looks really bad from most perspectives but actually the funky little dude IS doing a spectacular job of imitating ian curtis’ epilepsy dance, and considering simon is a huge joy division fanboy... i mean, he must have some skill, right?

anyway idr where this post was heading but i think that simon could be shockingly quick study when it comes to dancing.

[rashoumon-homo]

The Bar Lupin (Dazai x Reader)

Dazai x Male Reader, SFW

-> Content Warnings: alcohol mention, hurt/comfort, grief, anxiety attacks, happy ending

-> 1.2k words

Author’s Note: long time no see! I just finished up my class the other day so now I have more free time to write, yay! This one is super tame, but I do have a NSFW Atsushi x Reader in the works so you’ll get your smut fix soon!

Request sent by @suru1990 - enjoy!

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Ever since Oda’s death, Dazai had avoided the Bar Lupin. It just felt too sentimental, like a holy place that would be tainted if he were to step over the threshold. There were too many memories tied up there. Ones where he was truly happy, which felt somehow worse to dwell on than the more traumatic memories did. When he was in hiding after leaving the Port Mafia, he had a reasonable enough excuse to avoid the place. After all, it was a place he had visited frequently and the Mafia was sure to look for him there. But then the years passed and he joined the Armed Detective Agency and settled in. The Port Mafia knew where he was and didn’t care anymore. He couldn’t lie to himself anymore about his reasons for staying away from the Bar Lupin.

Dazai made a habit of visiting Oda’s grave every year on the anniversary of his death. He’d just sit there in silence, leaning back against the gravestone while dappled sunlight shone on them both through the tree above. Sometimes he’d talk, but mostly he’d sit there quietly. He also had a ritual for spending Oda’s birthdays- getting blackout drunk on whiskey and sake and subsequently calling in sick to work for the next several days to sleep off the hangover. He jokingly called it a “hard reset” but his coworkers exchanged glances rather than laughing when he did.

He and Oda and Ango used to all spend each other’s birthdays at the Bar Lupin, laughing together about who knows what. It was on one of those birthdays that he’d tried whiskey for the first time.

It had now been four years since Oda had celebrated a birthday. Dazai tried not to think about those memories, but they rose to the top of his head like ramune bubbles, determined to resurface. He’d been fighting them all day. Now alone in his room, the weight of them made his chest and throat feel tight, so he threw back yet another cup of sake. And maybe his nose was tingling a little, like it does before he cries, but he was decidedly not drunk enough to deal with that. So he pulled on his coat and went for a walk to clear his head.

Turns out his half-drunk, emotional mind was a bitch. He stood outside the front door of the Bar Lupin, grinding his teeth. He felt so goddamn stupid for being afraid of a building. A building! He was an ex-mafioso. He’d seen hundreds, maybe thousands of people die in front of him in the most gruesome ways. And yet the ghosts of memories had the power to scare him away from the place for years. He was sick of it. His eyes pricked with tears and that was enough to push him forward, opening the door.

As Dazai walked down the stairs, he was surprised to see that the inside of the bar was nearly identical to the last time he’d been there. The decor was the same as always; the soft music just as he remembered. The calico cat that used to hang around was curled up on one of the barstools, sleeping. Even the smell was the same - it was like stepping back in time.

Dazai glanced down the row of barstools and froze. There you were, sitting in Oda’s usual seat. You were about the same height and wearing a similar trench coat, and for a horrifying moment, he thought you were Oda. Startled, he stumbled backwards, bumping into the wall with a muffled thump. You looked over in surprise, but the attention was lost in the haze of adrenaline and humiliation clouding Dazai’s perception.

It wasn’t Oda. Of course it wasn’t. How fucking stupid could he be? Tears sprung to Dazai’s eyes and he swallowed thickly. God, he hated crying.

You stood up and started walking over.

“Stay back!” Dazai warned, flinching away as he saw you approach. He felt the air shift as you crouched down beside him.

“Here, take this,” you said.

He hesitantly lifted his head, gaze flitting to your yellow converse - definitely not something Oda would have worn. He glanced further up, to the handkerchief in your extended hand. Your eyes were softened with concern, but not pity. At least there was that. He took the handkerchief.

You sat on the ground beside him and leaned against the wall, then closed your eyes. “Slow, deep breaths,” you said. “In for 4…” You demonstrated for him, not caring whether he was actually paying attention. “Then hold for 4,” you continued. “Out for four…” You let your breath out slowly through your mouth. “And hold for another 4.” You peeked over at him and were pleased to see him breathing along with you.

The two of you sat there, breathing calmly, for the next few minutes.

Dazai shifted and ran his fingers through his hair. “Thanks,” he said quietly.

“Doing better now?” you asked.

He finally looked you in the face and wow he had the most beautiful brown eyes you’d ever seen. And long eyelashes that glistened with tears. His nose was a bit red, and his eyes still looked puffy, but somehow the vulnerability was attractive in itself.

“Can I buy you a drink?” he asked finally. He blushed, then quickly added, “To repay you for helping me.”

You smiled and stood up, then held out your hand to help him to his feet. “I’d like that,” you said.

Now that he looked closer, Dazai could see the hint of a tattoo just under your collar. And the hand you’d extended to help him up was covered in rings, your nails coated in chipped black nail polish. When you smiled at him, it was wide and genuine and a little crooked. You were nothing like Oda.

“Actually,” Dazai said suddenly, “maybe we can get coffee instead? I’ve already had a bit to drink and this place just doesn’t feel right anymore.”

“Um… sure!” you said, warming up to the idea. “I’m new to the area, so maybe you can show me around on the way!”

As the two of you chattered together and walked up the stairs, Dazai couldn’t help but feel lighter. Somehow, that was all the closure he needed. He was looking towards the future now; not giving the past any more weight than it deserved.

Dazai sneakily grabbed your hand as you walked through the front door, smiling to himself as you blushed into the collar of your coat. “You blushing?” he teased.

“It’s cold out!” you insisted, only turning pinker. He laughed at you and the two of you started down the sidewalk. After a few seconds, he spoke again.

“I’m glad I met you,” he said. “Feels like fate or something.” His tone made it hard to tell if he was being genuine or just messing around, but he wouldn’t meet your eyes when he said it.

“Hmm… I think it’s a bit early to say for sure,” you said playfully. “But I’m glad I met you too.” You squeezed his hand and smiled at him. The two of you turned the corner and the sign for the bar was out of sight.

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[nana-kom]

Hi it’s been a long time right ? 😭

So this is the second part of Jisung’sMix up ! I really like this part and can’t wait to write the next part ! Make sure to have read the chapter 1 and enjoy 💜

This is a weight gain fic, if you don't like don't read.

This contain, weight gain, weight loss, magic weight gain/loss, bullying, and humiliation.

Jisung’s Mix up

Chapter 2

Jisung was now sure of his decision, he had a choice to make and although it wasn't really the only things he can do, he had the power to change things. For years, he had suffered again and again, but for once in his life the keys were in his hands, and he was sick of running away and being afraid all the time time, so now he was going to do something for himself and maybe for Hyunjin too. He was no longer living his own life but the life he'd dreamed of, except that this life didn't belong to him but he was still the one who controlled it, and he didn't want to spoil his chances. For too long, he'd cried over his fate, but that was no longer the case, he felt capable of making a choice and even undertaking things himself. So he walked through the corridors, using the adrenalin inside him to keep himself motivated. Trying to breath calmly and try not to be scared of what could happen, he arrived in front of his classroom and waited for his class to end. In the meantime, he had time to think about everything that had happened, his new body, Hyunjin's new body, which he couldn't help finding sexy. Because seing him like that was kinda like a dream he could have make in is life ans if we was really having Jisung body, he knew how his body had worked, so he began to imagine Hyunjin gorging himself as he tended to do in times of stress, and even though it wasn't his aim at the moment, he began to feel aroused and blushed. Jisung also noticed the change in people's attitudes towards him, everyone was greeting him and he could even see that he was attracting attention for once in a positive way. Whereas when he had seen Hyunjin earlier, he had begun to see something in other people's eyes that he had never seen before: judgment towards Hyunjin. He had gone from being the most handsome boy in the university to being a fat student, less attractive in the eyes of the others, which made Jisung sad. So why did he feel that Hyunjin was becoming a little more perfect in his eyes? He thought of his face becoming round, his big belly sticking out of his t-shirt or thighs rubbing together and when he'd rushed off his whole body jiggling. He was losing himself in his thoughts when suddenly people started coming out of class and it didn't take him long to spot him, and head towards him. And after a few seconds he grabbed Minho's arm.

"We need to talk!" he said seriously.

"What is it babe?"

"First of all...don't call me that anymore! I don't want to go out with you anymore Minho! You're an asshole who hurts other people! And I don't want you in his…hm…in MY life!" Jisung's heart was beating fast, he was so afraid of it that he'd let go all of a sudden, because of the stress. And then part of him didn't know if he really had the right to break up with him, given that he had Hyunjin's life. But he hurt him so much, and he'd hated Minho for months, and now he could finally part with him.

"What? What's the matter with you today?"

"Nothing! I've realized what I need in my life, and it certainly isn't you!"

"Jisung can we at least talk about it?"

"No. Leave me alone now."

"Wait..."

Jisung wasted no time in hurrying off, feeling his heartbeat quicken; he'd always dreamed of saying these things to Minho, and now it was done. Still, he didn't feel any more relieved than that...it all seemed unreal perhaps because he wasn't the version of himself who should have said that. Of course, he can be confided, he was in Hyunjin’s life, not in a life where Minho could destroy him everyday. But at least, he had done something…Then he sighed, feeling relieved and as if a certain pressure had just fallen from his shoulders. He'd suffered for months because of Minho, and by taking Hyunjin's place, it was as if part of him knew he'd succeeded in hurting him. He felt his heart pounding and went to find a place to relax. Class wasn't his problem right now, he had other things to deal with. So he went to the park where he often went when he needed some air, and walked towards it, before seeing Hyunjin there. Of course, this was his place now too. He start approaching him slowly when he saw what he was doing and suddenly he feel very surprised to see Hyunjin eating a rather large pizza all by himself, with a big slice of cake on the side and a whole bottle of soda next too him. He felt slightly excited, but he'd never eaten so much in public... He walked over to him and sat down gently beside him. Hyunjin was surprised but said nothing, bowing his head and continuing to eat his pizza. Jisung then looked at Hyunjin's swollen belly, which protruded slightly under his shirt as it had done in the past. hat had happened to yesterday's delicate boy who never ate more than necessary?

"What are you doing here?" asked Hyunjin, breaking the silence.

"I...broke up with Minho..." said Jisung, sighing.

Suddenly Hyunjin sat up surprised and frowned. He looked angry and Jisung didn't really understand. What did he care after all? If he had his own life he should have been happy about it, but Jisung understood that he hadn't inherited his feelings for him. You can't change everything...he thought. Hyunjin sighed and moved closer to Jisung, taking him by the shoulders.

« ARE YOU STUPID ? Why did you do it?" Say suddenly Hyunjin, and jisung was so shocked as he never see Hyunjin angry.

"Well...it's complicated..." he said, trying to explain, but Hyunjin immediately interrupted him.

"I don't find it complicated! You've got everything you wanted, haven't you? The boy you liked? My friends? My life? My body? If I agree to live your life, it's not so that you can destroy it, which is why I'm sacrificing myself! TRY TO THINK BEFORE YOU ACT!"

"What? So... you know? YOU KNOW?" Finally say Jisung still shocked.

"Of course I know! And no, I don't have the explanation, but I quickly understood when I saw my body this morning, and especially my best friend who spends his days at the gym stuffing his face with pastries for breakfast, barely able to get up and breath properly… »

"Like Binnie...so...BUT WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY ANYTHING?"

"I WANTED YOU TO ENJOY! AND ME TOO! You think I like pretending to be perfect all day long when I hate it! I hate watching what I eat, being smiley enough to be appreciated, never complaining, and above all DATING Minho!"

"wait wait...so this morning when we ran into each other you knew? w..why dating him?" then said Jisung feeling confused about the situation but part of him was just getting curious about Hyunjin's life that he hadn't suspected when he made that wish.

"Because at first he was really nice and caring but then he started hurting you and being mean and selfish...and I was afraid for myself...BUT YOU! You had him! You've loved him for months, why leave him?"

"I DON'T LOVE MINHO! He nags me every day, I remind you! What do you think?"

"Then why do you spend your time looking at us? Talking to me so you can be with him? Trying to catch his eye? TELL THE TRUTH JISUNG!"

« Its…..just…that…i..mean…I…I LOVE YOU YOU OKAY ? Since high school ! So stop pretending, I know you didn’t know…I know you weren't attracted to people like me..." Said he, lowering his head.

"Wha...what? No...I...then...if it wasn't Minho...why didn't you say it to me…? »

"I was afraid...you're so perfect and look at me...or look at you..."

"Jisung..."

Jisung was finally feeling more and more lost. The man who thought he was the only one who remembered was in fact in the same situation as Hyunjin, and Hyunjin was going through the same thing as him...Except that he had accepted his fate unlike Jisung, but he couldn't pretend he had ever been able to. He wiped a tear from his face before looking back at Hyunjin, who seemed as lost as he was. It's true, Jisung had just confessed his feelings to him, even though he'd always thought they were for Minho.

"Jisung...I thought you loved Minho...and...I didn't want to break up with him because I was afraid that...you two...because...I like you a lot too...I..I didn't dare tell you because...well I'm a coward...but...excuse me for everything. And forgive me for wishing I were you to end it all...I didn't think you suffered so much every day..I thought you were happy because even if Minho is mean…you were always so brave with him…and I was thinking that if I have your life…maybe you would suffer anymore and that I can’t take his meanness for you… »

"I...I-I wished the same thing...I dreamed of being considered and being you...but...you're suffering too…and sorry that you have me life now.. »

« Dont apologies ! In fact you know...I enjoy having your life and..body…I feel...good...well...it's different from what I've experienced but...yes it's pleasant and...peaceful" Jisung then laughed lightly, perhaps from nerves or relief and looked at the man he'd loved for years, his face may have been rounder and his body bigger but Hyunjin still remained perfect in his eyes, like a work of art he could admire over and over again.

"I can see that, yes...I too appreciate your body...it feels weird to be so light..."

« Yeah…see this have some good point right ? Like…this morning I had trouble getting out of bed! And to wash myself, I had to sit down because I had to bend down...it's quite pleasant actually...and Chan seems to be less stressed too...I don't know...maybe...it's a blessing in disguise..."

"You mean you enjoy being fat or just the change in our lives...?"

"Yeah...I...I wanted to enjoy it!" he says, looking at the pizza. "I like your body Jisung...and...I've always liked you too..."

"M...me...?"

Hyunjin then moved closer to Jisung before placing his hand gently on his cheek, the oldest heartbeat began to quicken and he flushed, lowering his head. Hyunjin lifted him tenderly, stroking his face and detailing it with a shy smile. Jisung felt his breathing quicken too, and his eyes fell on Hyunjin's luscious lips as he gently drew closer. Hyunjin did the same, but the truth was that Hyunjin had never really ignored Jisung. He'd gotten used to seeing him and found him cute and kind. He'd never found it fair what Minho did to him, but the truth was that he too was afraid of what he might do to him. So it was like a gift he'd been given, he'd thought Jisung would never appreciate him and now he finally knew the truth. He then placed his lips on him, which surprised Jisung, who closed his eyes to enjoy this timeless moment. It was everything he'd ever wanted: Hyunjin. The boy he'd admired and loved for so many years, and now he finally had the chance to have him. He threw his arms around his neck as their tongues met. He felt a shiver run down his body and Hyunjin's lips warmed him. They still tasted of food, which he found cute and made him want to taste them even more. Hyunjin, for his part, almost had tears in his eyes at kissing Jisung and feeling loved in a way he wasn't used to. Jisung then put his hand on Hyunjin's waist and suddenly felt how swollen his belly was. He stepped back and looked down at him.

"Hyunjin...I didn't have a belly that swollen you know...."

"hm...I...I...I like being able to let myself…go..."

« Really ? » he said, gently caressing his belly.

"Well...it's nice to be able to eat your fill...and be...comfortable...I mean I've always been very thin but...I don't know I find it exciting to have a bigger body! And...I wanted to...feel even...heavier..." Jisung was surprised at this statement but didn't let go of Hyunjin's belly.

"So why don't...I help you finish everything you've got left?" he said, resting his eyes on the food.

"R..really? W...why...?"

"Might as well make the most of what we're given, don't you think? And then...I must admit, being fat makes you even sexier..."

Hyunjin blushed and laughed lightly, not knowing that Jisung could feel this way too. Hyunjin had grown so fond of Jisung in recent years because he found him cute and loved his shape. Sometimes when Jisung put on weight, Hyunjin found him even more handsome, but this time he was the one who was allowed to change, to put on weight, to let himself go, and what's more, he had Jisung at his side to help him. Jisung then looked at him before reaching under his sweater to gently touch his belly and his bulges, Hyunjin gasped and looked at Jisung with flushed cheeks, wondering if he had the same idea as him. Unsure of himself, he took a breath and looked up at Jisung, whose cheeks were also flushed.

"Jisung...wouldn't you like to take advantage of this..."

"What do you mean...?"

"What if...we took advantage of this chance we've been given to indulge our...hidden...desires..." said HYunjin shyly and Jisung then smiled and in a burst of confidence he asked Hyunjin.

"And what are your hidden desires Jinnie?" At the nickname Hyunjin lowered his head shyly.

"Would...you...like to help me...let...myself...go..."

"Would you really want to get...bigger...?"

"I've...always found it attractive...not sure why but...imagine myself getting fatter...and then...now that we're both in this situation...why not enjoy it before things go back to the way they were...?" Jisung then smiled and raan his hand on Hyunjin's fat cheeks and nodded.

"How could I refuse you anything? So let's do this...let's help the prince of the university turn into a fat pig..."

[trashyocstash]

here is the first chapter of my phantom blot x lily fic. it's a dark hero x villain romance that touches on both of their abuse and the effects of it, just in case that might be a sensitive subject for you(specifically touches on domestic abuse and child abuse).

some other notes:

this is set in my own take on the mickey mouse universe, but is mostly inspired by the comics, hence the use of comic characters, mickey as a detective and the cities like mouseton and duckburg. donald has his own separate set of comics set in duckburg so sadly he and daisy are just mentioned.

phantom blot himself is a character that mostly appears in the comics, but has some animated appearances, nothing all that accurate though. so if you are interested in him, you can easily find the comics online.

my versions of the characters lean into their animal types, so there's things like the dog characters have fangs(except for goofy), claws, dog abilities like enhanced smell and canine instincts.

here's the story itself

Lily drove through the streets of Mouseton, a map placed in front of her as she made her way to her new home. Just a few days ago, she had been in Duckburg, and now she was here in its neighboring city, ready to start a new life.

Lily had left in the first place because of her ex boyfriend Cody and ex friends Madison and Olivia. Everything had gone well at first, with them bonding over their shared interest in art, but it soon fell apart. They began to find Lily boring because she wasn't interested in partying, drinking, any of that stuff. Lily was the type that preferred to snuggle up with a good book, and was more of an introvert. Cody, Madison and Olivia began to pressure and force Lily into doing what they wanted, making her feel humiliated, they would laugh at her and mock her, and Cody started openly berating her. She began to feel he was only into her because of her looks, and she had caught him flirting with other women..she knew he likely cheated on her too.

The breaking point for her was when they had got into an argument one night, he was angry at her for standing up for herself and smacked her on the cheek, hard enough that she fell onto the floor and began to cry. Lily had struggled being in the relationship, blaming herself for her treatment and feeling the good moments were worth staying for, but the relationship escalating from purely emotional abuse to physical abuse was too much. She couldn't stay, it made her realize she had to leave. But Lily was too afraid to confront him, so did it over text, being met with a furious text in response. It scared her, but she also felt relieved.

She couldn't stay in Duckburg anymore, not when it meant Cody was around. Lily feared he would come after her and harm her again, she couldn't risk that, so she purchased a house in Mouseton, and headed over to it.

The city was all hustle and bustle, vehicles on the move, hordes of people walking around, chatter in the air and an overall busy atmosphere. Despite Lily's more shy and introverted personality, she wasn't bothered. Duckburg was a big economic hub, home to multiple businesses owned by the richest ducks in the world: Scrooge McDuck, Flintheart Glomgold and John D. Rockerduck. So she was used to it all.

Lily made her way to the street she now lived on, called “Toon Street”. The houses were very cute and colourful, and she felt at home seeing multiple houses with gardens at the front, with her own love of gardening. The houses all had white picket fences, there were blue streetlights dotting the street and a brick road right down the middle.

Once she entered her own house, she looked around. She loved the cozy two story house she bought, the atmosphere was warm and comfortable, it was exactly what she needed. Nearby the front door was a thick wooden coat hanger and a closet, the flooring was a warm brown wood, the walls were white and in front of the door was a wine red carpet. Lily put her things down and stepped into the living room, which had a white couch with a matching armchair, a dark brown coffee table and matching side tables and a cabinet with a flat-screen TV on top.

She hadn't brought much with her, in Duckburg she had been living with her parents until she lived in the dorms of the college she attended. Pretty much everything she had with her were things from her childhood home. Lily hadn't wanted to bring much anyway, this was moving onto a new life, in a new city with new people around. This was a fresh start.

As she unpacked her things, she heard a knock at the door. Lily opened it to find a familiar face: Mickey Mouse.

“Mickey Mouse? The..famous detective?” She was taken aback and felt shy.

“That's me! I heard we had someone new moving into this street, so I decided to find out who it was,” He grinned.

Lily smiled a little, “My name is Lily..I moved here from Duckburg.”

“Duckburg? That's where my buddies Donald Duck and Daisy Duck live, I'm sure you've heard of them.”

“I have..and all their antics with Scrooge McDuck..”

Mickey could tell she was shy, and decided he wanted to make her feel more relaxed, “Say, why don't my buddies and I throw a party to welcome you to the neighborhood?”

“Oh I don't do parties..” She frowned.

“Don't worry, it'll be small, it'll just be you, me, my girlfriend Minnie, my brother Oswald and my friends Goofy, Ortensia, Horace and Clarabelle,” He assured her.

“Well..” Lily thought about it, she wasn't sure if she could trust them, even with Mickey's reputation as a skilled detective that fought against the criminals of Mouseton. But she thought it would be rude to turn him down, and having new friends might make her feel better..plus the party was small and not like the big ones Cody, Madison and Olivia made her go to, “Okay, you can throw the party.”

“Great! I'll tell everyone, we can set it up at my place if that will make you more comfortable,” He suggested, figuring she might not want multiple people at her house already.

“Sure,” She agreed.

“I'll organize everything and tell you when it'll be, see you then!” Then Mickey was on his way, waving goodbye.

Lily waved back. She still was hesitant, but at least hoped everything would go smoothly.

She finished unpacking and looked around, seeing everything all together made her feel better, and she thought about really customizing the place and buying some new furniture, she'd just have to ask Mickey where the furniture and paint stores were. Lily noted that the place still felt empty, like she had put some things in the cabinet, but it didn't have much in it regardless. But that was okay, she could really make the house a home.

Then, she sat down and read a book she brought, her mind wandering to the party and hoping Mickey and his friends were trustworthy.

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The day of the party arrived, and Lily headed over to Mickey’s place, not sure what to expect. When she opened the door, he greeted her with a smile, “Here's the guest of honour herself, come right in, Minnie made cookies.”

Lily walked inside, and felt relieved, he was right, there weren't many people and the atmosphere was very relaxed and fun. There was only a little bit of chatter, and he had a cute, cozy house. The walls were a creamy white with wood paneling, the stairs and floor were wooden and additionally the stairs had a green and purple carpet over top of it. In the living room where the guests had gathered, she could see a flat screen TV attached to one of the walls, a fireplace, two red couches, a wooden coffee table covered with food and drink and a dog bed with the name “Pluto” at the bottom. The house in general was covered in framed pictures of Mickey's friends, or him with them. She could tell how much he cared about them. When she stepped closer into the living room, she noted that he was playing a comedy movie too.

Minnie beamed as she brought a plate of chocolate chip cookies over, “Lily was it? I'm Minnie, I made chocolate chip cookies since I figured you'd probably like them, everyone does.”

Lily nodded and took one, the taste was warm and soft, and it made her smile, “Oh it's delicious, thank you.”

“No problem, do you also like fashion? I run a boutique in town and am looking for employees, since you're new and need a job after all,” Minnie offered.

“I do, that would be wonderful Minnie, thank you.”

“No need to thank me twice, we're friends now aren't we?”

“Friends..” Lily was surprised Minnie already considered her a friend, “That sounds..good..”

Much to her surprise, Clarabelle suddenly ran over, “It's great to meet you Lily! You simply must know about all the gossip and ongoing in town, plus I run a general store called Moo Mart. Visit me anytime to buy whatever you need..and hear the latest gossip!” Clarabelle took Lily's hand and ran over to the couch with her, blabbering on about gossip.

Lily was surprised and a bit overwhelmed, but she was glad Clarabelle so willingly accepted her. Next to her sat her boyfriend Horace, who also started talking his head off about whatever.

Minnie pulled Lily away, “That's enough you two, she looks overwhelmed.”

“I'm just so excited! You know I'm always happy to make new friends..meet new people..” Clarabelle replied.

“Just try to calm down, okay?”

“Okay fine…”

Next, Goofy walked over to her, “It's..Lillian right?”

“Lily,” She corrected.

“Lily! Yes! Don't look so shy, we're all friends here, why don't I tell you some jokes?”

“Well..alright..”

Everyone watched as Goofy sat down and told a bunch of jokes, he always made his friends laugh, but what really got everyone laughing was when Goofy accidentally slipped on a banana peel and fell, he grinned, “I'm just a natural at slapstick aren't I?”

The cheery atmosphere helped Lily feel better. She was surrounded by people who saw her as a friend, she still was hesitant to trust them, always feeling at the back of her mind it could all be fake, but she felt she had to take a chance on them.

Afterwards, Goofy looked at her, “I perform every Sunday at the Goofs and Gags Club, come there if you wanna see more!”

She nodded, and next met up with Oswald and Ortensia.

“I'm Ortensia, and this is my husband Oswald, it's really nice to meet you.”

“It's nice to meet you too..” Now she was feeling shy again, Oswald was an actor and she was a bit starstruck seeing him.

He noticed and chuckled, “No need to be shy, any friend of Mickey's is a friend of mine.”

Ortensia decided to help her relax further, “Do you like gardening?”

Lily perked up, “I do, I love flowers and nature in general, and I love to just take walks outdoors.”

“Wonderful!” Ortensia grinned, “If you want, I can help you work on a garden outside your house.”

“That would be great, thank you.”

After speaking to everyone, Mickey walked over to her, “How are you feeling?”

“Good, I'm surprised but..glad..everyone sees me as a friend already.”

“Why wouldn't we? You've already shown yourself to be kind, and you're new here! You deserve to have friends, everyone does.”

Lily couldn't help but tear up at that, making Mickey worry, “Oh no! Did I say something wrong?”

She wiped her tears away, “No it's just..I..I don't want to get into but my friends back in Duckburg weren't real friends. It's just..nice to have people already seeing me as a friend.”

“Well whatever happened, it's not your fault,” He assured her, “We'll be real, true friends to you.”

She smiled, “Thank you.”

“By the way, if you ever need any help, come stop by my detective agency, it's right over on Iwerks Lane.”

That reminded her of what she wanted to ask him, “Thank you, and oh! Yes..do you know where the furniture store and paint store is? I was thinking of adding my own personal touches to my house.”

“No problem! The furniture store is also on Iwerks Lane, and the ink and paint store is on Babbitt Road,” He replied, “If you need any mechanical work done, just ask Horace! His mechanic shop is on Colvig Street.”

She was thankful to have such kind, helpful friends. It was such a big change from her old ones, and she appreciated it more than words could say. But at the back of her mind, she worried that her new friends would stop liking her, that they'd turn on her just like Madison and Olivia did, there had to be a reason they did right? Lily felt it was her fault, she must've done something wrong or had this flaw that made them turn on her, and because of that, it might be only a matter of time before her new friends turn on her too. She hated thinking that way, but she couldn't shake all those awful feelings.

Later on, Lily returned home. The party went better than she expected, and she was grateful for it. She hadn't messed things up like she thought she would.

After changing into her pajamas and slipping into bed, her mind wandered. Minnie and Mickey..Horace and Clarabelle..Oswald and Ortensia..all her friends but Goofy were in these happy, loving relationships. She felt jealous, she wanted a happy, loving relationship too, Lily wanted a man that loved her for her, she hoped she would find that man, one day, and that he was somewhere in Mouseton, waiting for her.

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Over in his mansion, in a dark room, the Phantom Blot was plotting, working on another scheme of his. Normally he'd be in one of his hideouts, but he was eager to start testing and perfecting his invention, so decided to sneak in a bit of work for the night before moving his operations over to one of his hideouts.

He had big plans, plans to start with taking over Mouseton, then, the world. Phantom Blot had started developing an inky substance that had the ability to change the body parts it was applied to, allowing them to be manipulated as desired. In addition, he was working on different robots and a mech, all for his grand plans. He couldn't wait to see them fulfilled.

As he tested the ink-like substance on his arm, it didn't work as well as he hoped, just changing a finger into a little hammer. But he wanted more, he wanted his whole hand to be able to morph, and decided to go to the ink and paint store in disguise the next day to buy more ink to help, hoping it could increase the strength of the substance.

There was then a knock at the door and he put everything away before going to open it, where he was greeted by his young daughter, Phantom Brat.

“Daddy! Come on out and play with me!” She giggled.

He smiled at that, “Alright.”

She took his hand and dragged him to her room, “I wanna play a game where I'm the princess and you're the evil dragon trying to kidnap me.”

Phantom Blot laughed, “Aw you want me to be the bad guy?”

“Yes! I need a bad guy to fight off after all!” Brat grinned.

“Alright then, here I come!” He laughed again as he playfully grabbed her. Phantom Brat retaliated by biting his arm with her little fangs lightly.

“Bad dragon! You won't take me away!”

Phantom Brat had a lot of energy, the result of her being a puppy, and previously she tended to bite a lot, especially when she was teething. Phantom Blot had to teach her when it was appropriate to bite, and now was such a time, she was happily engaging in a little bit of play fighting with him.

“Argh! You got me!” He let go and laid on his back, faking looking defeated.

“Yes! I got you, bad dragon!” She grinned and her tail wagged excitedly.

Phantom Blot noticed it was getting dark out and checked the time on his phone, it was about 8:30pm, so he stood back up, “Alright Phantom Brat, it's time for bed.”

“But Daddy!” She protested.

“No buts, it's getting dark out and energetic little pups like you need their rest,” He replied.

She sighed, defeated, “Fine..”

After changing her into her pajamas, he helped her into bed, when she suddenly looked solemn. Phantom Blot noticed and became worried, “What's wrong sweetie?”

Phantom Brat looked down for a moment, “Can I have a mommy?”

That question took him by surprise, “What?”

“I've been reading all these books and watching all these movies and shows with mommies in them..I want a mommy too,” She admitted.

Phantom Blot didn't know how to respond. Brat's biological mother was a woman he had a simple fling with, then one day, she arrived at his mansion with Phantom Brat in her arms, ranting to him about being impregnated by a villain and her regrets about their fling while poor baby Brat sobbed. Apparently all her mother could see when she looked at Brat was Phantom Blot and she hated it, unable to stand taking care of her any more. After the mother dumped Phantom Brat onto him, neither of them ever saw her again.

He had never tried looking for a mother since, he was a villain, dating was complicated. But he knew children thrive better with both parents around over being raised by a single parent, and well he did only want the best for her. Phantom Blot thought that the ideal mother for Phantom Brat would be someone normal, as he believed it would help give her a more stable upbringing than if he dated another villain. He didn't know if he'd ever find a mother for her, but he didn't want to let her down.

“Don't worry, I'll find you a mommy someday okay?” He assured her, before leaning in and kissing her forehead.

Phantom Brat smiled at that, and held closely onto a stuffed teddy bear with a black hood covering its head as she fell asleep.

He smiled back and made his way to her doorway, turning the light off before closing the door behind him. Phantom Blot sighed, he hoped he wouldn't let Brat down and could indeed find her the mother she longed for.

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The next day, Lily made her way to a bank, specifically going to Whiskers Bank at the recommendation of Ortensia, since her father, J.P. Whiskers, was the owner. Since she planned a day of shopping, she needed to set up her account at the bank and take out money from it. After doing so, she made her way to the ink and paint store. She liked her house, but really wanted to customize it, to make it truly feel like her home, and figured painting the walls and some furniture would help with that.

Lily scanned through the aisles, it was overall quiet in the store, not many people were around. She picked up a few paint cans and wandered around, looking for more until she walked through one of the ones with ink and accidentally bumped into another person.

“Oh no! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, it's my fault I-”

The person she bumped into looked over at her, “No need to apologize, it's fine.”

He was dressed in all black, with short slicked back black hair, sideburns, a widow's peak and was wearing a mask that covered most of his face. Lily couldn't help but feel intrigued by the mask with its black colouring and thick white smile, but felt it might be rude to say something. She was also immediately taken by his voice, it was naturally sultry and seductive, she couldn't help but enjoy it. It sounded oddly familiar too.

Unbeknownst to her, it was the Phantom Blot. Usually he would be stealing what he wanted, but right now he preferred to lay low, waiting until the right time to reveal himself.

And right now, he was faced with the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Long blonde hair with thick curls, a cute oval-shaped nose, floppy ears and she was wearing the most adorable outfit: a flower in her hair, a pink and white pinafore dress with flowers and frills, white gloves, green Mary Janes and long white socks. She also seemed nice enough, albeit overly apologetic.

“What's your name?” He asked.

“Lily..”

“How fitting, a beautiful flower for a beautiful woman.”

She couldn't help but blush at that, “You think I'm beautiful?”

“Of course, why wouldn't I?” He asked and gave her a flirty wink, making her blush deepen.

“I just..um..” Lily didn't want to burden him with her problems so changed the subject, “What are you getting ink and/or paint here for? I just moved here so..I want to customize my house through painting the walls and furniture…maybe some other stuff too?”

Ah, she just moved to Mouseton, that explains why he hadn't seen her before, “I'm getting some ink, it's for a little project I'm working on. Maybe I'll show it to you, if you want.”

“That would be great,” She smiled, “Are you working on some kind of art project?”

Phantom Blot paused, “You could say that.”

“I like art too..I draw sometimes, usually nature sketches,” Lily twiddled her thumbs together in her nervousness.

He looked intrigued at that, “You do? I enjoy painting, you should see how easily I can replicate different art styles.”

“I..would love to,” She perked up a little, her ears twitched and her thumbs stayed in place.

He was starting to wonder if she might be a kindred spirit, she was beautiful sure, but the fact she shared his interest in art? That's what really got him intrigued.

“How about I get your number? We could be friends, if you want,” He offered.

Lily went shy again, she didn't want to mess things up with him too, “You want to be friends?”

“Of course, I couldn't turn down the opportunity to be friends with a beautiful, creative woman like yourself.”

He was such a flirt, Lily didn't know how to handle it, but she was flattered by his attention. How long will it last though, she wondered.

“Well..okay..” She agreed.

They exchanged numbers and went their separate ways. Lily looked down at the new number she saved. He hadn't given her his name, so she saved him as “Nice Goth Guy” in her phone, with a ghost emoji next to it. She bought some paints and left the store. Lily wasn't done shopping for the day, so headed out to buy more things, getting some cute little trinkets, flowers and decorations.

Once she returned home, she unpacked her things, finding places for the new stuff she bought and placing the paints away for later. Lily sat down on the couch in her living room, laying her head back on one of the cushions to relax.

It was quiet as Lily sat alone with just her thoughts, and drummed her fingers on the cushion next to her. She found herself thinking of everything that had been happening to her as of late. Lily had made all these new friends, but she was unsure if any of them would last. She wanted to hold onto these friendships as long as she could, and wondered what would happen next.

Despite the happiness she felt, at the back of her mind, Lily feared Cody would find her. She had tried escaping, tried to move on, but he had threatened her before, he was not above threatening her again. Thinking about him made Lily feel tense, she scrunched her face, her hands began to sweat and her claws poked out from the tips of her fingers, scratching against the cushion.

She took a deep breath, she needed to relax, find a way to take her mind off things. Lily went to her room and pulled out a book from a shelf there, she found her hobbies and interests easily helped her escape to another world, one where she didn't have to worry about her troubles. She began reading, which did indeed help calm her nerves, as she relaxed and imagined herself exploring a majestic forest in a fantasy world.

As for Phantom Blot, he found himself very interested in Lily. He didn't know her well, but he wanted to get to know her better, they might turn out to be more alike than they seem on the surface.

He was excited to reveal his identity to her, she would most likely be frightened but that was okay, he would use his charm and charisma on her to have her become more receptive to him.

And maybe..if he liked her enough..she would end up being Phantom Brat's mother.

[crazyunsexycool]

Trigger warning ⚠️ domestic abuse

Say, in is it a crime reader came back with a boyfriend, but they didn't appear happy, reader seemed to put on a front around people but she kept appearing with new bruises and cuts. How would Bucky react to this? Would he pry and try and see what was happening or would he accept she had a new bf and not interfere?

Let’s make it into a what if drabble:

Trigger warning: mentions of domestic abuse, implied torture

You showed up to Bucky’s apartment with a black eye, a busted lip and bruises on your arms he was sure formed handprints. He ushered you in with Jake following right behind you. He could see the way you were struggling to stand or even sit straight and he knew the injuries were worse.

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Justin Hammer.

That is the good for nothing scum you had on your arm when you returned to New York. When Bucky first saw you he was overjoyed. You had taken his heart with you when you were forced to leave but now? Now his heart breaks every time he sees you. Not just because you’re in a relationship but because he’s sure you’re being abused. The signs were there, he’d seen them with his own mother. When Bucky tried to talk to you about it you walked away from him. He just didn’t know how bad it was. Bucky didn’t know that Justin would lay his hands on you anytime he saw you talk to the only love of your life, so you tried to stay away.

Your team had tried to save you from that monster so many times but you always went back. The one time they planned to get rid of Justin permanently you found out and stopped them. They weren’t sure if he had something on you but they stopped their plan afraid you would hurt yourself if he ceased to exist.

But now they weren’t alone. They had Bucky on their side. Jake and the others were sure that once you realized that Bucky was still in love with you and wanted nothing more than to take care of you that you would finally leave Justin, but no.

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It wasn’t until this very night. Something clicked for you. It was your life or his. You told Justin you wanted him gone, he didn’t have any money it was all yours anyway. He wasn’t adding anything of value to the relationship. Justin didn’t listen. No, he walked over to you and he hit you again and again as you tried to defend yourself. Fortunately Jake had been in the house and was able to step in if not he’d be at Bucky’s house explaining to him that you were gone at the hands of that monster.

It hurt but at the same time it felt wonderful. To be held by Bucky. He didn’t say anything except reminding you that you were safe now. They he would always keep you safe and that no matter what he loved you. After you calmed down enough he told you Winnie was out in the living room and wanted to see you. At first you said no, it was humiliating to be seen in that state but he insisted and you let her in. She kept you company while Bucky excused himself. You were unaware of Bucky and Jake’s plans for your now ex.

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“So, Justin. You like to hit women?” Bucky asked from across the room. He had his eyes on a table your people had set up for him.

There were all kinds of things on it. Belts, irons, wire hangers, knives. The list went on, they were all things Justin had used to hurt you with and Bucky would be lying if he said he wasn’t going to enjoy every minute of making him suffer.

“Fuck you and that stupid weak bitch.”

“Ah, ah, ah. You shouldn’t talk about my future wife like that.”

“Oh what am I supposed to be scared of you? Fuck off.” Justin spat from the chair he was tied too.

“You know what Justin,” Bucky said as he grabbed a wire hanger. “I’m really going to enjoy this. Hey Jensen.”

“Yeah?” Jake answered from behind Justin, causing him to have a panicked look on his face.

“You kept a list of Y/N’s injuries right?”

“Got it right here.”

Bucky smiles, it was wicked and full of unbridled rage for one man only. “Why don’t we do to you everything you did to her? How does that sound?”

“No-“ Justin was cut off with Bucky’s first strike.

No one would ever hear of Justin Hammer again after than night. No one really cared either.

[nyotaliafan-pinkmermaid]

Two hearts united as one (Part 4)

Fandom : Hetalia

Characters/pairings : Aurelian x fem!Probus (HWS Roman Emperors , even though in this story are just named after them). Ancient Greece, Ancient Rome, North Italy , South Italy , Seborga, Genoa , nyo!Cyprus and nyo!Greece make guest appearances (Ancient Rome and Ancient Greece aren't married though nor they are related to eachother and the antagonist is actually an unnamed human OC).

Genres : Romance , Emotional, Modern AU

Rating: K+

Warnings : mentions of abuse(even though I won't make it too edgy) , nudity (nothing is explicit and nothing sexual happens between the main couple), parental loss , plus the bathing scene may make some people burst into tears so it will be better to have some tissues with you.

Word count: 6708

(Note : in case you don't like it , don't make any hateful or bashing comments or even message me, expressing hate. Instead feel free to get out).

It had been already two months since the young couple met and fell in love with eachother. Their relationship was genuinely a healthy one.

While other women in her age wanted to be the wives of wealthy men, she didn't care about riches and luxury. The man she fell for, didn't have lots of money but he knew how to treat her like an actual human being and give her the love she deserved and without asking for a reward.

At the same time , the rich man arrived at the mansion and when he found out that the young lady was nowhere to be seen, he got extremely furious and went to search for her by himself.

Meanwhile the young couple was outside and enjoyed the scenery around them with a smile on their faces.

But when the rich man saw Aurelian and Probus being so loving and tender with eachother, he felt disgusted and angry at the same time. He wanted to do something to separate them.

He grabbed Probus' hand violently and threatened her by saying this :

"So this is what you did during these two months that I was away. Lazying around. But I'll fix it. I demand that you will marry me and give birth to my sons. And if you give birth to daughters I will kill you. And you should always do whatever I'll tell you"

When he saw his girlfriend being humiliated in front of him, Aurelian knew that he couldn't sit and watch without doing nothing. He got angry and said to the much older man:

"Leave Probus alone, you creep. I won't let you have her and use her for your evil purposes, thus making her life even more miserable".

Then Probus looked her former boss directly in the eyes and told him with a brave tone on her voice:

"I will never be the wife of such an evil and cruel monster like you. Now I have Aurelian by my side who treats me with kindness and like an actual human being. He truly loves me. "

Now the evil rich man had no other feelings inside him besides severe anger.

"How dare you to ignore me you brat? Tommorow morning, I will beat your beloved one in a duel. And if you dare to intervene , there will be some very serious consequences".

For a very brief moment the man looked Aurelian on the eyes and said:

"Let's fight. One versus one. And no matter how you will respond , there won't be other winner besides me. And of course the woman here will be my prize".

The young boy responded to the man with such bravery and courage :

"Don't even call me a coward. I will fight you, not because I want to win this lovely lady as a prize. I won't let your crazy plans to be fulfilled"

Those words left Probus speechless at that moment. She had a strange feeling inside her that combined both happiness and sadness at the same time.

She was thankful that the man she loved fought for their love, but she was also afraid that he would might die. And the second was something that she didn't want to happen.

The couple went home so they would prepare for the duel the next morning.

All these made Probus wanting to talk to Aurelian. She couldn't keep it to herself.

"I am so glad that you are willing to protect me. But i'm scared for you too. You know what will happen if he wins, I'll be the wife of someone who will treat me with cruelty".

"There's no need to worry. I may be a common soldier but no matter how strong the enemy is , there's no excuse for backing down".

These words filled the lady's heart with courage and when it got dark they went to sleep. Tomorrow a long day awaited for them.

The day for the duel that would decide Probus' fate, finally came.

Would she be by Aurelian's side , while enjoying her freedom or would she marry her abusive boss and lose everything she has?

She looked at a box that she never opened, despite of taking it with her when she ecaped her golden cage. She soon noticed that there was a message on it.

Without wasting time she took the paper and started reading it:

[To our dear daughter. This is a gift, especially for you. But remember, you can only open it when something serious happens. Stay strong, we love you.

Your parents]

By the time she opened the box, her heart was beating faster than before. Until she saw what was actually inside there.

Inside the box was a long rosewater pink dress that looked like those worn from princesses. The same dress was sleeveless and bordered with a blue fringe at the edge of the bodice, and includes two separate cuffs worn similarly to bracelets, albeit with military shoulder tassels. It would also be accompanied with a golden spiked tiara like accessory and a pair of sandals.

She wore the dress and surprisingly it fitted her perfectly plus it made her feel like a princess and a warrior at the same time. Her father taught her how to fight and defend herself and she still remembered these lessons by heart.

By the time she arrived in the area of the duel , she saw her former master looking at her with such a lustful and creepy look on his eyes.

"Oh hello there my future wife and mother of my sons. Are you ready to see me beat that trashy soldier? Oh wait, he run away because he is too scared to fight me. And unlike him , I have both looks and money"

Those words filled Probus with such disgust and anger:

"You think that you can win only because you are rich and good looking. And two more things, first I will never be yours and second stop insulting the love of my life. He knows how to fight and he doesn't see me as a trophy".

Few minutes later a male voice was heard:

"If you are looking for me, I'm right here".

The moment Probus saw Aurelian coming she ran towards him with such an happy yet agonizing expression on her face.

"Finally you made it. I don't want anything bad to happen to you.Good luck facing your opponent".

"I am here for you. I promise to protect you with everything i have. The only thing you have to do now, is to be strong not for me but for yourself".

She went and stood outside the arena and without saying any word the two men started the battle.

The wealthy man ran toward Aurelian's direction and as he defended himself against him as he fought that man back.

It was obvious that the two men fought for different purposes. And their goals were exactly opposite to eachother. The evil wealthy man saw the young woman as a trophy to be won.

Aurelian didn't care about winning any prize. He fought because he loved Probus with all of his heart and he believed in his duty as a soldier.

He wouldn't allow himself to lose from a narcissist and megalomaniac person.

The duel continued for a long time and it seemed that none of the rivals seemed to give up, no matter how difficult it would be.

Suddenly the older man's expression became scary and he told with an obssesive tone on his voice:

"There's no other winner besides me. This woman there is my possession".

Upon hearing those insulting words the young man couldn't tolerate it and said to his opponent :

"You said possession? You treat a woman like a trophy , while ignoring how she truly feels? Tell me".

Those were the young boy's words towards his opponent and "clang" sound was heard as he put his sword to his rivals.

The older male tried to make the younger one lose his sword and fall to the ground. And the next step was to get rid of him.

Seeing this in front of her eyes, Probus couldn't stand there without doing anything. She wanted to defend Aurelian , the same way he defended her. And without second thought she jumped between the two opponents.

Noticing this, the former wealthy master started yelling at the young lady.

"What are you doing here brat? You dare to intervene? Did you forgot what I told you before"?

"I am not afraid of any consequences. I only want to help my beloved against you. I won't allow you to kill him".

This small but brave speech gave the boy more encouragement and he continued fighting.

The girl nodded at him and she went outside the arena again.

It seemed that the duel was about to end. The young man used his skills against his opponent, while observing every single of his moves carefully.

Finally the battle ended and Aurelian was the winner. And of course he didn't need to use any trick to win, but only what he was taught during his training back when he was learning how to be a soldier.

At the same time , Probus ran towards Aurelian who had his arms opened, calling her for a hug. She immediately went near him, put her arms around his waist and hugged him, while he was hugging her back. He was wounded , but he didn't mind it at all.

"I knew it that the victory would be yours. Thank you so much".

"You are welcome. You always believe in me, so i will do the same for you".

The best thing was that he allowed to use that dress of hers as a military uniform and fight by his side not as a superior nor as an inferior, but as an equal. Like she really deserved.

The lady's former evil boss looked at the couple and couldn't believe that he lost.

The lady came towards him and said the following:

"All this time you tried to make me look weak and helpless, by torturing me without mercy. But I'm still here and now I realise that the truly weak one here is you. From now on, you will live in the world you created for yourself only in your mind. You are nothing more than just a shadow of my past, which I shall forget . Goodbye forever".

After telling this ,the woman didn't look back and took her beloved's hand , while both returned to their home to rest and prepare for the trial that would give her former torturing master a taste of his own medicine and thousand times bitter.

They both smiled at eachother knowing that love will always win in the end.

To be continued...

[rocorambles]

Surprise Interview

Pairing: Kenma x Reader

Genre/Warnings: NSFW, Yandere, Pseudo-Cest, Dub-Con/Non-Con, Verbal Humiliation, Manipulation

Summary: Kenma sees if you have what it takes to be Bouncing Ball’s newest employee.

A/N: This is for @sugawara-sweetheart ‘s Decadence Collab. So excited to be a part of this collab and to be able to indulge in such a delicious prompt and theme. Be sure to check out everyone else’s works! As always, thanks for beta-ing @sawamooora ~

There’s a familiar peace and a new nervousness about coming back home for the holidays. Mostly because home isn’t quite the same home it used to be. You can feel warmth blooming in your chest at the thought of seeing your mom, telling her about everything and everyone (as if your daily phone calls aren’t enough), and just lounging around while she fills you up with her cooking. But you can also feel a certain shyness as you approach the house, a building that still feels brand new and strange to you.

Your mother had gotten remarried during your earlier college years after your father’s passing and you were elated for her. If anyone deserves all the happiness in the world, it’s her. You had met Mr. Kozume quite a few times and you have no qualms with the man. He treats your mother like a queen and even though you playfully gag as they sweet talk and kiss in front of you, you wholeheartedly approve of their relationship.

However, what you aren’t quite as prepared for is having a new step-sibling.

You don’t know much about Kenma Kozume. Well, not much more than the rest of the world does.

Professional gamer. Successful stock trader. Popular YouTuber. Founder of his own corporation.

You know exactly who your new brother is, but other than seeing him a few times in person at family gatherings and exchanging polite greetings, there’s no real connection. Which is why your heart races as you nervously ring his doorbell, anxiety already making your leg twitch as you wait for the door to open.

Your mother and step-father are on a couple’s vacation and won’t be returning for a few days.

(“We just want some romantic time together before we have a full house again for the holidays. Plus this is a great chance to get to know your older brother better!” You hadn’t even been able to get a word of protest in before she had laughed and hung up on you, leaving you speechless and on your own as you hesitantly texted Kenma, letting him know what day to expect you.)

Kenma is quiet as ever as he nods in greeting, silently leading you to your guest room before quietly telling you to make yourself at home and leaving to do his own thing. You let out a huge sigh of relief as the door closes behind him.

There’s nothing wrong with Kenma. He’s smart and successful. Maybe a bit on the quiet side, but that only adds to his down to earth charm. You know your mother and step-father adore him and you can’t blame them. Yet, you can’t help but feel scrutinized, seen so clearly in a way that terrifies you when his feline eyes gaze at you. It takes everything in you not to immediately scurry away whenever you’re in viewing distance of him, desperate to hide all the flaws you imagine he’s noticing and calculating. Your step-father had mentioned how Kenma used to be the strategist of his high school volleyball team, and has always been able to evaluate and accurately break down situations and people. And you believe it.

You’re just grateful the house is large enough to avoid each other and that Kenma tends to reside mostly in his home office and bedroom.

But even the founder of a company needs a break from time to time. Kenma shuffles towards the gaming room, only to blink in surprise when he sees you already inside of it, happily smiling as Animal Crossing visuals and sounds fill the space.

He had known you owned a Nintendo Switch, a piece of information your mom had shared to break the ice a bit. And it’s really no surprise that this is your go-to game. But knowing and seeing are two different things and he can’t help but let his own lips twitch upwards at how calm and relaxed you are tending to your garden, decorating your home, choosing your outfit.

Kenma’s never been good with people, has never been the one to initiate a friendship. He knows he should have made more of an effort to be friendly and welcoming to you as your new older brother. There’s a slight pang of regret in his chest when he sees how at ease you are while you’re unaware of his presence. His eyes are as sharp as ever and he locks in on the way your body slightly stiffens, fingers nervously fidgeting when you finally notice his figure in the doorway, words already stuttering an apology for using his game room without explicitly asking.

You look like a scared mouse about to flee from the claws of a cat. And it pisses him off.

He hasn’t made the best efforts to bridge the gap between you, but for you to fear him? That seems a tad unnecessary, and more than a tad insulting. It’s more than enough to make the sadistic streak in him want to give you something to be scared about.

But he’s never been impulsive and he just quietly sits beside you on the floor, reassuring you it’s fine to play, smirking when you sneak little side glances his way as you continue collecting fruits.

“Kozume, do you want to play-”

“Just call me Kenma.”

Entranced eyes watch as you grow flustered at his words, mouth silently testing the weight of his given name in your mouth. For once, Kenma could care less about playing video games when a shaky timid “Kenma” slips past your soft lips.

“Kenma, do you want to play something together?”

You have no idea how badly he really does want to play together, but it’s a game you’re not ready for. So he calls upon any restraint he has to pluck your device from your hands and change the game to Mario Kart.

It’s amusing how easily you soften besides him, brow furrowing in concentration, eyes intently and eagerly following the screen, any anxiousness quickly forgotten as you get into the game. He greedily watches as you pout when you make a mistake, as your eyes light up every time you pass someone.

If he had known how easy it would be to make you warm up to him, he’d have done this sooner and he genuinely laughs when you whine and fake glare at him as he wins yet another round.

He asks about school. You ask about work. He tells you about his childhood. You share your own stories.

It’s a comfortable rhythmic back and forth and he’s afraid of ruining it, but a certain question nags at his mind, a question he knows may ruin the entire flow of the conversation.

“You’ll be graduating soon. Have you decided what you want to do after college?”

“Kenma not you too!!!”

His shoulders relax at how well you react to the question, smiling at the way you flop onto your back and groan about how mom and dad are already on your case about future plans.

“I’ve been applying to places, but who knows. Maybe I’ll just work for you at Bouncing Ball.”

There’s a playful lilt in your voice when you say it, a giggle and teasing smile accompanying the words. But there’s nothing funny about it to Kenma and your smile falters a bit when you see how tightly Kenma’s gripping his controller, the way his eyes pin you down.

“Kenma? It’s just a joke. I would never take advantage of-”

You try to get up from your reclined position, only to whimper in confusion when Kenma’s hand on your shoulder forces you back down. And suddenly you’re pinned down by more than just his stare as he moves to straddle you, knees on either side of your body, hands next to your head, his whole body caging yours.

It’s a lighthearted joke in the family that if all else fails, you could always work at Bouncing Ball. A joke your step-father and mother always dish out when the arguments get too tense as the three of you talk about your future. But it’s become less in jest for Kenma, especially after Kuroo sent him a scandalous picture of his newest secretary kneeling between his long legs, lips wrapped around his cock.

It wasn’t the first picture, nor was it the last incriminating photo the older businessman had sent him. Kenma merely rolled his eyes before deleting the image from his phone, wondering when Kuroo would grow bored and find a new toy to play with. But he freezes when he sees the following text message from his long-time friend.

“You’re the CEO of a company, Kenma. Wouldn’t it be nice to have someone convenient around? A pretty warm body? I bet that cute new step sister of yours would look really good under your desk. Doesn’t she graduate from college soon? If you don’t make a move, maybe I’ll snatch her up right from under your nose. I’m due for a change of secretary soon.”

There’s absolutely no reason for the hot anger that lances through him at Kuroo’s taunting words and he grimaces at playing right into his ex-captain’s hands, already hearing Kuroo’s braying laughter in his head if the older man saw just how much his words affected him.

But initial irritation aside, he lets himself really think, really imagine what a life with you at his beck and call would be like. And he likes what he sees. He doesn’t delete Kuroo’s photos as quickly as he used to, replacing the female faces with yours in his imagination as his hands slip under the hem of his boxers.

He knows it’s a longshot, knows there’s a high chance you’ll continue your lives as is, never destined to exchange more than a few polite greetings at family outings. But now...now hearing you voice the idea out loud yourself, hearing the way his first name sounds from your lips…

Maybe it’s not the silly pipe dream he had believed it to be.

“I’m in need of an assistant if you really do want to work at Bouncing Ball, but you’d need to prove why it would be worth hiring you.”

He almost laughs at how you perk up despite the precarious position you’re in, almost ready to launch into an elevator pitch of your qualifications flat on your back underneath him. You’re quite the multitasker already and he groans at the thought of having you cockwarm him while he tests out a new video game, making you answer all his calls stuffed full of him and desperately trying to hide the lustful tremble in your voice.

But he’s not here to listen to your carefully crafted speech. (Guess you really were practicing for job interviews like you said you were. What a good girl.) And he firmly presses his lips against yours to silence you, taking his time to immerse himself in the way your mouths mold against each other.

Your taste, your smell, your warmth. It’s all intoxicating and he slips his tongue inside your parted lips, subtly rutting his groin against your body. He can feel your body jostle as you lift your arms and he waits for the weight of your arms to lovingly wrap around his neck, only to be shocked when you weakly press against his shoulders until he finally relents and pulls back just enough to look down at you in irritated confusion.

“We- we shouldn’t be doing this.”

It’s not the words that have him clenching his fists, not even the way your palms still timidly press against him in a laughably weak show of defense.

It’s the fear in your eyes, the way you look at him like he’s some monster. It's the way he can almost palpably feel and hear your desire to be anywhere other than here, with anyone other than him, wishing to put as much space between the two of you as possible.

It’s your rejection.

It hurts to know that he isn’t enough just as he is, that he needs to resort to less...savory and straightforward ways to entrap you. But he’s not Hinata or Kuroo. He doesn’t have an electrifying personality or roguishly handsome features and charm to woo you. He only has his cunning and sharp tongue.

And he fully intends on maximizing his gifts.

“Of course, you don’t have to. You can just keep on applying and getting rejected by every company you speak to, if they even bother meeting with you after seeing your pathetic resume. Average college. Average grades. Average major. Tell me, how many interviews have you actually been reached out to for?”

He’s going out on a bit of a limb, but his suspicions are right and he cruelly smirks at the way tears bubble in your eyes at his words, no comeback or denial rolling off the tip of your tongue. He had a feeling you were struggling from the bits and pieces he’s picked up as your parents quietly talk and fret over you actually being able to find a job after graduation.

“Our parents are too nice to say anything about it, but you know they’re disappointed in you, right? Have you noticed how they always avoid talking about how school is going or asking you about how job hunting is going? How they only ask me how work is going? It’s because they know you’re just a loser whose life is going to amount to nothing.”

“That’s not true! They love me-”

“I’m not saying they don’t love you, but doesn’t that make it even worse? Making your loving and caring parents worry and stress over you when they should be preparing for retirement, an easy life? Instead of letting them finally enjoy a carefree life, you’ll be their freeloader daughter who uses up all their remaining funds. Is that what you want?”

You really are too easy and his lips curl in satisfaction at the way you frantically shake your head side to side, fat wet drops streaming down your face, adorable sniffles filling the air.

“If you become my assistant, I’ll compensate you well. You can live here with me, have your own room, a roof over your head, all the food and clothing you need and want. Think about how relieved and happy our parents will be seeing you provided for, seeing us getting along. Isn’t that what you want? For them to be happy?”

He knows how close you are to your mom, how important this idea of a perfect family is to you. He knows how insecurity and doubt about your own capabilities torment you. And he knows you’re hooked on his claws when your hands that are still pressed against his shoulders drop limply besides you, not even a hint of resistance left in you when he leans down once more to rest his forehead on yours, one hand cupping the side of your face.

“This is all you’re good for anyway. Working underneath me.”

If you notice his pun, you don’t acknowledge it, too busy wincing and squirming as he harshly nips and bites a trail from your lips to your neck as he pushes up the hem of your shirt until your chest is on full display for him. There’s something experimental, cold, meticulous about the way he gropes and fondles your breasts.Your face heats in humiliation at how he treats you like one of the many game consoles he’s reviewed for his audience.

But you don’t do anything about it, telling yourself that this is just his version of an interview as he pinches and prods at you, meanly twisting your nipples and chuckling at your yelp of pain. You obediently let him spread your legs apart, only letting out an agonized cry as he tests your flexibility, staring at him with a trembling lower lip as he sharply tells you to shut up while scrutinizing your panty-covered sex.

“You really are made for this, aren’t you?”

You whimper as he nudges the small wet spot on the thin fabric, clenching your eyes shut in denial at how hot and wound up your body feels from his touch, unable to hide your gasp as he pulls the layer aside and rubs your aroused clit.

There’s something so different about the way his fingers slowly sink into your wet pussy, almost lazily curling against your soft walls, his thumb never stopping its careful massage on the bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs. So different from your own fingers desperately thrusting in and out of you. So different from the drunk partners you’ve hooked up with at college and their sloppy, rapid, frantic movements.

You can feel something large, something intimidating slowly rising from deep inside of you, a volcano about to erupt compared to the bright and fast to fade shooting stars you’re used to. You’re scared. Scared of the intoxicating feeling, of how easy it is to grow accustomed to Kenma’s presence, of how his cat-like eyes are all you can see and think of.

How can something feel so wrong and so right at the same time?

That’s the last coherent thought you have before your world goes blank, pleasure rocking through you as you soak the carpet and your step-brother’s hand with your juices. You’re moaning as Kenma continues to rock his fingers in and out of you, fingertips insistently massaging your clit and g-spot as you ride out your orgasm, body trembling and convulsing.

But even when the tremors slow, when pleasure becomes something sharper, more overwhelming, he doesn’t stop. You wail, begging him to stop, to let you rest, slumping in relief when he finally drags his hands away from you, carelessly wiping the mess you’ve made of his hand on your skin, covering you in your own essence.

Your heavy eyelids threaten to flutter shut as you let exhaustion wash over you, already dreading having to get up and wash yourself. But you’re shocked back to reality as something hard begins to nudge at your still fluttering entrance.

“Kenma! No! Too much-”

You break off into a sob as surprisingly strong hands dig into your hips, holding you still as he pushes and pushes until he’s fully settled inside of you, balls resting against your ass.

You’re still so tight, your quivering walls clamping around the intrusion, and he groans at the thought of being able to sink into this hole every day, multiple times, whenever he wants. His cock is already aching from holding off for so long, from watching your body and face contorted in pleasure. Kenma can feel his end quickly approaching as you scream and wail underneath him, eyes rolling back in your head, drool trickling from the corner of your mouth. You look absolutely obscene and he doesn’t think he’ll ever get enough of this side of you.

But despite the way his balls are tightening, despite the stutter in his hips, he’s determined to watch you fall apart once more, to see you shatter to pieces yet again. He grits his teeth, fingers reaching down to furiously rub at your already oversensitized clit, reveling in how your back arches, thighs shaking in overstimulation, and then you snap.

He wonders what his parents would think of their dear dumb daughter now, looking nothing like their silly angel, looking like a wanton used whore, incoherent garbled noises slipping past your lips as you twitch uncontrollably, your pussy milking him dry as he cums inside of you.

There’s only silence mixed with your pitiful whimpers as he slides out of you, grimacing at the sticky mess you’ve made of yourself and him. But that’s what your other hole is for and he orders you to suck him clean, admiring what a quick learner you are, eager to please as you noisily slurp and lick him clean, moaning at the taste of your combined fluids...

Maybe too eager and he shoves you off of him when you become too enthusiastic, his cock beginning to twitch in interest once more.

You look so lost, still sprawled out on the ground, staring up at him with wide imploring eyes as he pulls up his pants. So vulnerable and in need of guidance.

Good thing you have such a great boss to manage you.

“Not bad. Consider these next few days your internship and if all goes well, I’ll be more than happy to hire you as Bouncing Ball’s newest employee this summer. Now clean up this room and show me that my future assistant can do more than just be a slut.”

[gaysimpsstuff]

Hi!! I have a request for hc’s! I just read your “what their biggest kinks are”, and I was wondering if you could make a part 2 with Deku, Todoroki, Kirishima, and Mirio? Thank you and I love your writing!!

MHA Characters + Their Biggest Kinks PT. 2

No worries, buddy! Here you go!!! I’m so glad you like my writing!! I’m really happy to be getting requests!

I hope you enjoy this, Anon!

I struggled a little with Kirishima, so huge thanks to my bestie @smolchildfangirl for helping me out with this

PT. 1 Here

PT 3 Here

Genre: smutty smut

Warnings: BDSM Kinks, hard kinks, weird kinks

Other: this was in the making before the request, but I was planning to put Aizawa in instead of Mirio. I am now moving Aizawa to another post

Characters: Deku, Kirishima, Mirio, Todoroki + a bonus character

NSFW Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @combat-wombatus @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy

Izuku Midoriya/ Deku

Switch- Listen, he’s more of a bottom most of the time but he has nothing against topping, he will top if you ask nicely. But baby boy needs to be taken care of, he’s always thinking about others so this is his time when he’s the one being though of.

Roleplay- specifically hero/civilian. This works when he’s topping or bottoming. Hero saves a sweet civilian, who wants to thank the hero. It’s always better when whoever plays the civilian is a fan of the hero, he just finds it so hot. He’ll also indulge in hero/villain, and enjoys that one a lot too.

Praise/ Body Worship- he needs you to know how special you are to him, how much he loves you and how good you make him feel. He also needs to be reassured he’s doing a good job, and that you feel just as good as him.

Vanilla- sex with him is usually very vanilla, and often times awkward. Like the time you farted while fucking him. You froze, then both of you started laughing and he said it was okay to keep going. Sometimes you guys just have normal conversations while having sex. it’s kind of adorable how embarrassed he gets when you’re so casual about it.

Wax Play- this is the kinkiest he is, and it’s more for you than for him. He loves seeing the colorful wax drip off your body, and how you hiss in pain and pleasure. He always chooses colors that compliment your eyes, skin, or hair. He might take pictures of it and claim it to be art. Don’t worry, he’d never show anyone without your permission.

Bondage- this is more for him than for you. He doesn’t know why, but being restrained and helpless kind of turns him on. Especially if you’re role playing hero/villain or villain/civilian and you’re the villain who’s toying with the poor failed hero or innocent victim.

Eijiro Kirishima/ Red Riot

Soft Dom- this man is so respectful, and so scared of hurting you. He’d be so gentle and sweet to you. Expect lots of praise and soft kisses as he fucks up into you. He’s so gentle with your body, like you’re made of glass.

Voyeurism- He loves watching you, in any kind of sense. Found out about his kink when you left the bathroom door open as you showered. He came into your dorm to study and couldn’t find you. Peeked in the bathroom and boom- instant boner

Underwear- he’s kind of a pervert and will steal your dirty underwear and press it against his face to smell you as he jerks off. Don’t be surprised if your underwear goes missing and then you find it a few days later.... in his room.

Edging- he loves to tease you. This is usually used as a punishment when he’s mad at you. He’ll bring you right to the ends of an orgasm then pull away, laughing you when you whine and cry for release.

Hair Pulling- this is more for him, it shows him that you feel so good with him fucking you that you lose yourself and just grasp at whatever you can. It’s so hot to him.

Quirk Play- He was a little reluctant to do this at first, but after he tried using his quirk on his dick, he realized that it would be so fucking hot. His dick gets harder and tougher, please don’t try and jerk him off it’s like jerking off a pole. He gains an inch in length and diameter. Hard hard mini-Kiri will have you screaming.

Mirio Togata/ Lemillion

Praise/ Body Worship- this man is so sweet- you really expect him to degrade you? No no never. You’re his sweet, precious, baby, and he needs you to understand that he loves you with all his heart and needs to make you feel good. Your body is a temple, and he is but a humble worshipper.

Creampies- he loves filling you up with his cum, then holds your legs up so he can watch it drip out of you. Even better if you let him eat it out of you. His favorite thing to do is rub your belly after he cums in you.

Cuckholding- he’d only want to do this with Tamaki or Nejire, where two of you fuck and the other has to watch. He’d fuck you in front of them or them in front of you, or the two of you would fuck and he’d be watching.

Threesomes- is there anything better than not participating? Yes. Participating. Send post. Also he’s a fuckboy so he’ll be asking for someone different to have sex with both of you every week. It’ll definitely get annoying.

Quirk Play- you really think he hasn’t done that porn trope of sticking his dick through the shower wall for a blow-job? And I’m sure he’s had you in his lap and fucked you through both of your clothes.

Humiliation- he loves to embarrass you. Whether it’s by saying something super lewd, making you look at where he’s fucking you, moving your face to make eye-contact with him, or just teasing you.

Recording/ Porn- he takes lots of pictures and videos of you during sex. Keeps them or personal use and to show you. Expect to get fingered as you both watch you suck his dick on his phone.

Shoto Todoroki/ Shoto

Shower Sex- he doesn’t know what it is about it- maybe it’s the trust you have in him to keep you from slipping, maybe it’s the water running down your body, maybe it’s the fact that you’re doing something so dirty in a place meant for cleanliness, he just loves it.

Mirror Sex- he loves to put you in a full Nelson in front of the mirror, tells you how amazing you look. He’ll slow down if you look away or close your eyes. He wants you to see “just how beautiful you looked all fucked out on his cock.” He also wouldn’t mind you jerking him off and making him cum on the mirror.

Soft Sex- he’s very gentle, both physically and verbally. He’s so afraid to hurt you. His favorite position is the lotus position, so you can see each other’s faces and you’re so close to each other. Loves it when you hug him during sex.

Mutual Masterbation- this happened more before you were ready to have sex, and it’s just sweet to him. Getting to touch himself to the sight of you touching yourself. It feels so intimate and vulnerable.

Quirk Play- this is saved for your more... arousing escapades. The little swirls of ice making fractals on your skin looks like art. He will heat up his skin but won’t use fire. Hope you’re cool with him pushing misshapen ice cubes into you or being restrained with huge chunks of ice. He’s sure to help warm you up afterwards.

Breath Play- this is the most kinky he’s going to get. He’s got a small oral fixation so if you choke him gently with your fingers in his mouth- hooh boy you’ve got him literally and figuratively wrapped around your finger. He also feels rather powerful to have his fingers curled around your neck.

Erotica/ Written Porn- this was discovered when you showed him regular Porn and he wasn’t into it. You pulled up an NSFW fanfiction and changed the names to yours and his. A few minutes later he was humping your leg, whining pitifully. The two of you have written erotica and then memorized it, recreating it in the bedroom countless times.

BONUS

Tamaki Amajiki/ Suneater

Shit wrong Tamaki-

There we go

Bottoming- you think this man has the confidence to top? Really? Really? No he’s much better on his knees for you, crying and begging for his master to touch his weeping cock. Poor little subby baby.

Food/ Quirk Play- you need his cock to be bigger? Horse meat, no problem. You want to get fucked by tentacles? He’s got plenty of Takoyaki on hand. He loves it when you poor syrup or honey on yourself and demand he lick it off you.

Degredetion- ever wonder why people who have low self-esteem usually have degrading kinks? Me too. But he has one. He wants to be manhandled into the bed and told what a worthless slut he is. Your little bitch in rut.

Boot Worship- he loves it when you put on combat boots or fancy heels and step on him. He’ll lick and kiss them as if you were a god. He’s very obedient. His favorite thing is when you press your shoe against his hard-on and tell him he doesn’t get to cum unless he really begs for it. Even better when he’s on his knees in front of you and you lift his chin with your foot. He will melt.

Master/Slave- he wants to serve you, he needs to make you feel good. You need to give him orders on how best to please you. Keep him on a leash and drag him to different corners of the room.

[sammygvfslut]

i like you a latte | s. kiszka

Summary: Words cannot espresso how much you mean to Sammy Kiszka.

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Hey besties!!! this is my first ever sam fic, and i really hope you guys enjoy it! it’s super cheesy so beware of some tooth-rotting fluff ahead. any and all feedback is appreciated <3

Loud chattering and the sounds of espresso machines hissing and whistling filled the cafe. Every few seconds or so when a new customer walked in, a soft ringing above the door rang. Glancing at the clock, you sighed as it read 7am. Way too early for your liking. You wished to be back in bed under the covers with your cat Joey snuggling. Plus, the cold weather made it even harder for you to get out of bed every morning. Damn you, winter.

“Good morning.” A voice said suddenly, startling you as you slightly jumped. “Whoops, didn’t mean to scare you there for a sec.”

Turning around at the voice, your heart fluttered and a smile pulled at the corners of your lips. “G-Good morning, Sam! Nope, didn’t scare me at all. I was just uh...focusing very hard and you caught me off guard.”

A chuckle rumbled from his chest, his own lips curving and flashing that beautiful grin. God, he made you melt. You took a quick chance to admire his appearance for the day, luscious brown locks pulled back into a low bun with a few stray pieces framing his face, and he wore a slightly oversized brown grandpa looking sweater. He exuded true fall energy today and all you wanted to do was snuggle with him watching a movie while sipping on hot chocolate. “Right. Focusing on what exactly? Staring at the register?”  

“S-Sure. Yes, the register.” Totally not him instead. “Um, I realized it turned off right now and my mind blanked to turn it back on.”

Sam placed a hand on your shoulder as he laughed, his touch leaving a wave of goosebumps to rise out of your skin. “You’re so cute. I’ll leave you to that then, but if you need help trying to get the register to turn back on again, let me know.” And with that, he sent you a wink and turned on his heel away to start on the customers orders.

Alright, alright. So maybe early shifts weren’t as bad as you thought thanks to your insanely charming co-worker. Sam and you had been working together for the past year, and almost instantly you started falling for him. He welcomed you with open arms and he was a great help when it came to your training. Your co-workers were nice too, but Sam took that extra step in making sure you were comfortable with what you were doing. If you made a mistake and were freaking out about it, he somehow knew the way to calm you down. He was too precious and good for this cruel world. And most of all, out of your league too.

With his dashing looks and amazing personality, you just knew there was no way he’d ever feel the same about you. Except, any time you’d voice that thought to any of your friends at work, they’d tell you you’re crazy and that he likes you too. Apparently they caught on to the signs more than you did, which wasn’t a shocker considering that you’d have no clue if a guy was interested in you unless he blatantly confessed. So, trying to figure out hints was completely pointless for you.

“Uh oh, she’s deep in thought,” one of your friends/co-workers, Danny, teased. He also happened to be Sam’s best friend, and current band mate since the pair are in a band with Sam’s older twin brothers. “I bet I can guess what, or who you were thinking about.”

“Don’t even say it,” you warned with a finger, “He’s literally four feet away from us—”

“So?” Danny rolled her eyes with his arms folded. “Why don’t you just tell him how you feel? Come on, it’s been almost a year now. What’s the worst that can happen if you confess?”

“He can hear me.” You stared blankly at him, shaking your head. “Absolutely not though, Danny. I will not embarrass myself from the humiliation I’d have to face from his rejection.”

Danny groaned frustratedly, placing his hands on both your shoulders and shaking them. “You’re so hopeless! Y/N, how many times do the guys and I have to tell you he likes you too!” He raised his voice a little louder than necessary which accidentally caught the attention of almost everyone in the cafe. Sam included unfortunately. Danny’s eyes widened, silently cursing under his breath. “Carry on, everyone.”

As much as you hated to admit it, Danny wasn’t lying when he mentioned about the guys agreeing that Sam likes you too. Every time you came over Josh’s apartment and Sam was there he’d find any little excuse to have his arm around you or teasing you constantly. You’d shake it off that he was just treating you like a friend would, but of course the guys would disagree with you.

“We’ll finish this conversation later,” Danny told you sternly, “But for now, and don’t make it obvious, but Sam’s looking at you.” A mischievous grin spread across his face as he winked and stepped to the next register before greeting a new customer and taking their order.

Heart pounding out of your chest, you slowly looked over your shoulder in Sam’s direction. You saw his head quickly turn and finish off the drink in front of him. Your cheeks burned at this and tried taking deep, slow breaths to calm yourself down. Didn’t work much, but as a new customer waved and told you their order, your breathing turned back to normal.

On the other end of the counter, Sam was currently freaking the hell out from what he heard a few minutes ago between you and Danny. He didn’t mean to, but he also wasn’t that far from either of you. Plus, Danny wasn’t the best at keeping his voice low. He had a strong feeling he knew you were talking about him, and for that reason alone he overflowed the cup he was pouring into and made a mess. He cursed under his breath and wiped his hands on his apron, shaking his head.

You caught sight of this and rushed to his side, grabbing a cloth from under the sink and started wiping the sticky counter. Sam was certain his cheeks were tomato red from his embarrassment, making a complete fool of himself for not paying attention to what he was doing. More so focusing on your conversation and your damn smile from earlier. You weren’t the only one here with a crush.

“T-Thanks, Y/N.” Sam chuckled nervously, throwing the cup in the trash and tossing the drink pitcher he held in the sink. “I’m normally not this much of a dumbass.”

“I’m not too sure about that one, Kiszka.” You teased lightly with a grin. “It happens, don’t worry,” you assured. “I’m just glad it was cold tea you spilled and not steaming coffee. I’d hate for you to get a third degree burn. That happened to me once, don’t recommend it.”

“Didn’t I drive you to the hospital for that?” he asked. “I think that might’ve happened a few months ago.”

Your eyes widened at the memory. “Oh shit, you’re right. God, I’m still so sorry I had to drag you into that.”

Sam shook his head, lips curving and cheeks no longer flushed. “For the hundredth time, stop apologizing about that, Y/N. You know you can count on me for anything, so of course I didn’t mind driving you to the hospital. I remember even blasting some ABBA on the way over there so you’d have something else to focus on instead of the pain you endured.”

You smiled at the memory. “Didn’t we also go out for ice cream afterwards?”

He nodded, lightly rubbing his arm. “Yeah, it was a lot of fun. I mean, I always have fun when I’m with you.”

Your breath caught in your throat at his last few words, blinking slowly. “O-Oh.”

Oh? That’s all you have to say? Nice one, Y/N.

Sam’s heart dropped. Fuck. Maybe you weren’t talking about him after all. Maybe it was Danny or one of his brothers that you had a crush on and he was mistaken about it. He wanted nothing more than for the ground to swallow him whole right about now. Being anywhere but here sounded splendid to him.

“Y-Y/N, I—“

“Ihavefunwhenimwithyoutoo,” you muttered all too quickly, and poor Sam barely even understood what you said. He didn’t have the chance to ask you to repeat yourself because you quickly walked away to the back and he was left with a tug at his chest, frowning.

Within the next few days after Sam’s tea spill, literally, things between you and him became...awkward. Something went off in him to become even more clumsy than normal and forget everything he’s ever known when you’re near him. He’d get flustered, stuttering a lot, messing up orders, dropping dishes, and nearly tripping all the time. He hated it so much and wished he could just muster up the courage and apologize for being such an idiot and confess his feelings to you. Even during your hangouts with the guys, Sam and you wouldn’t interact as much and honestly you were well aware you were being super childish and immature about the situation. Sam did too, and he needed to snap the fuck out of it.

The next few days at work Sam would ignore Danny’s little side comments about his immaturity and continued working in silence. For the rest of his shift he didn’t talk much to anyone other than the customers. He wanted to talk to you when he had the chance, but then he’d quickly back out and walk the opposite direction.

He couldn’t figure out why it was so futile for him to just grow a sack and tell you he likes you. He’d never gone through this struggle before. Then again, as cheesy as it sounded, the other girls he’d asked out in the past couldn’t compare to you. Never in a million years, and maybe he was too afraid that he didn’t deserve someone as amazing as you.

Nearing closing that same day, it was only you, Sam, and Danny. The flow of customers died down and not many people came in towards the end of the night which you were grateful for. It finally gave you the chance to relax a bit and start cleaning things up ahead of time so you wouldn’t have to stay after. Joey and a nice warm bath were waiting for you at home.

While Sam decided on working the register and you and Danny would clean, he grabbed your arm and led you into the back.

“What are you two still doing not dating each other or talking?! It’s been way too long now, Y/N. And since it’s only us three tonight, you have no other choice. Come on, I know you can’t take this any longer, and he can’t either. I can take over the register for a bit while you and him talk.”

You chewed on your bottom lip, contemplating his offering. As incredibly thankful as you were for his help, you were also scared shitless of the possible outcome. Perhaps it was finally time though that you say fuck it and say what you needed to. You couldn’t go on for any longer to keep your feelings bottled up inside. Maybe, just maybe he might feel the same way, and by God you hoped that would be the case.

Inhaling, you nodded slowly and made your way back to where you were. Your eyes searched for Sam and saw he was busy making a drink, except there was no one else here besides you, him and Danny. It could’ve been a drink for him, so you shrugged this off and went towards the sink to start washing the dishes.

A few moments later, Sam cleared his throat from behind you. “H-Hey Y/N, so um, I know the créme brûlée latte is your favorite, and I thought I’d make you one. You seemed really stressed and busy today and I wanted to try to cheer you up. I hope that’s okay.”

Your heart swelled at his generosity and your cheeks burned as you felt his gaze burning into you, his palms soaking from nervousness. “Sam, you didn’t have to do that for me.”

He shrugged casually, a small smile on his lips and his cheeks tinted a light pink. “It’s okay, I wanted to. And I uh, tried my best on the art. Hope you like it.”

Raising a brow, your gaze dropped on your cup and your eyes widened as you saw what he was referring to. A small coffee cup with the words I like you a latte around it.

“It’s true,” Sam chewed on his bottom lip while running his fingers through his hair. “I really like you Y/N, and I’m so sorry for acting like such an idiot these last few days around you. I don’t know what came over me, and I’m sorry that I didn’t talk to you much either.”

Setting your cup on the counter, you took a step closer to him and cupped his cheek, rubbing your thumb softly against his soft skin. “You don’t have to apologize for anything, Sam. I’m sorry for not talking to you too, as well as for making a fool of myself. I tend to do that around someone I like.”

Finally, the realization dawned on Sam as a wide grin pulled at his lips. “Glad we’re on the same boat.”

“I-Is it alright if I kiss you?” he asked shyly, his eyes sparkling as he looked at you.

You giggled. “You don’t even have to ask, loverboy.” You playfully rolled your eyes and cupped his other cheek before connecting his lips with yours.

A smirk pulled at Danny’s lips as he glanced at the two of you, shaking his head. Josh and Jake owed him $20 now. 

It was about damn time that Sam and you finally espresso’d your love for each other. 

tagging these lovely folks bc they helped inspired me and their work is amazing <3 @godlygreta​ / @flowervanfleet​ / @dharma-divine​

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Okay I’ve decided to do a single rec after I finish one novel hahaha because if I wait to get around to it all it’ll never happen! Anyway because @sarah-yyy​​ has been reading it and I’ve gotten a lot of asks/replies on this, I’m just going to do one huge list for one of my faves so everyone knows what’s going on and where to find things XD

- Part of Min’s ‘Why You Should Read’ Series -

Summary: 

This is set in a historical setting where men can marry other men, but it’s usually reserved for sons who were not borne by the official main first wife of the patriarch of the family, i.e. a son born by a concubine in a family may be forced to marry a man to keep him from being able to become the next family’s patriarch for example. This is because any family’s next leader needs to be able to have children with a wife who married in as a zheng shi (lawful wife), and not a ce shi (second wife) or any other concubines/mistresses etc. Most of these men who marry other men have to take them as their zheng shi and lawful spouse in a sense, and the same goes for the royal family.

The story starts with third prince Jing Shao, who was forced to marry Mu Han Zhang, a Marquis’ second son, by the Empress and Emperor, thereby officially and effectively cutting him out of the race for the throne. He’s mocked by the public as everyone knows what this means, and for the next 10 years, he neglects Mu Han Zhang, blaming him for his predicament, and deliberately showers his three other concubines with affection in front of him, but 10 years later, when Jing Shao is accused of treason, everyone leaves him except for Mu Han Zhang. They are chased to the edge of the cliff by soldiers, and Mu Han Zhang dies in his arms having taken an arrow meant for him earlier, and Jing Shao jumps off the cliff with his dead body, and promises that if there’s a next life, he will do everything Han Zhang says, and love him.

He wakes up immediately on the night of his marriage with Han Zhang, and realizes that he’s been given a second chance to make everything right. Han Zhang is definitely afraid of him, humiliated and angry when he first wakes up after how rough Jing Shao was with him earlier on their wedding night, and he has no memories of their past life. Jing Shao then sets to SHOWER HAN ZHANG with affection, love and basically everything, because he realized that this is the only person who stayed by his side until the end, and then he falls in love with Han Zhang properly this time, and also deals with every single person who maligned and schemed against him in his previous life, with Han Zhang by his side.

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Characters:

1. 景韶 Jing Shao - 3rd Prince and is the first out of his three other brothers to be given a title 成王 (cheng wang). He’s referred to as 王爷, and also 小勺 (xiao shao) by Han Zhang. Went out on his first war when he was 14, and was thus given a title before any of his brothers. He’s known for being a merciless, cold and fierce army general/commander, but this was before his second life with Han Zhang, where he puts on like his doting mode and is basically a dumbass XD who listens to Han Zhang with a lot of trust, which is cool and all.

He marries Han Zhang when he’s 19, and in his first life he was very reluctant and resistant, and neglected Han Zhang for 10 years, until he was charged with treason and hunted down. 

In his first life he wanted to snatch the throne, even from his blood-related brother Jing Chen, but more out of spite than anything else because he felt he was dealt an unfair hand by having to marry Han Zhang. Not only that, but Jing Shao is not his father’s favourite son, and he always felt that the emperor was biased against him. Anyway, a huge accumulation of daddy and anger issues, which is fair.

When he realizes that Han Zhang died for him, he decides he will be good to Han Zhang if they are reborn in their next life.

2. 慕含章 Mu Han Zhang - The 2nd son of Marquis Bei Hou’s, born to a concubine. He’s called by his 表字 which is 君清 (jun qing) by Jing Shao. Official First Wife Bei Wei Hou-furen and her son (who is in line to inherit the Marquis title from his father) has bullied him all his life, and wanted to push him into greater desperation by marrying him to Jing Shao, knowing he will suffer at the hands of the supposed merciless/heartless wangye. He has a weak body because of an accident when he was younger, and in his first life he was really sick after being neglected for 10 years, and knowing this in their second life, Jing Shao does everything he can to take care of him.

He is incredibly smart, has a brain for business and sales, and is also very good at handling people, especially scheming ones. He aids Jing Shao in the beginning of their second life, and then Jing Chen later as well, as both brothers begin to fight to put Jing Chen on the throne, against the 1st and 4th Princes. Is an incredibly good tactician in war as well.

3. 景琛 Jing Chen - 2nd Prince, Jing Shao’s blood related older brother who is handsome af too. His title, given later in the novel, is 睿王 (rui wang). He was misunderstood by Jing Shao in the first life as Jing Shao thought it was his brother who led to him marrying Han Zhang, and because he’s not very good at expressing himself and shows his concern to Jing Shao by nagging at him, Jing Shao always thought he hated him. In their second life, Jing Shao already knows that Jing Chen loves him and did a lot for him in his first life, and so trusts his brother and supports him right off the bat, because Jing Chen is indeed the most suited person for the throne.

He has a wife and a concubine, 3 sons and 2 daughters at this point. He ends up helping Jing Shao a lot, and when he realizes that Han Zhang is way more adept at politics and the whole scheming thing than Jing Shao is, he begins trusting Han Zhang a lot more as well! There’s a surprise with Jing Chen hahaha which I loveee and could see, but wasn’t sure until they confirmed it in the last few chapters AHAHAHAHA.

Other Notable Characters:

1. Song Ling Xin (Second Wife) on the left, and two other concubines on the right

They’re pretty much vying for Jing Shao’s attention, but at this point apparently he hasn’t slept with any of them before. Song Ling Xin is the daughter of the Military Department’s Head Song An, and Jing Shao married her initially out of interest. The right most concubine (I forgot her name oops) was a gift given to him by his oldest brother, the 1st Prince. The two of them played a huge role in Jing Shao’s downfall back in his first life, and so in his second life, he especially detests Song Ling Xin. Plus the three of them keep bullying Han Zhang in the beginning, but thankfully Jing Shao is like: “Anything my Jun Qing wants”. They don’t stay around for long either, watch as Jing Shao gets rid of them like he’s swatting flies.

2. Xiao Yuan & Zhou Da-Ge

This is another male couple who’s been married for 7-8 years if I recall. Xiao Yuan is one of Jing Shao’s important allies and friends in the second life, because in Jing Shao’s first life, this was one of the only young officials in court who spoke up for him when the accusations of treason came about. Zhou Da-Ge is his husband, who is a cook running a restaurant in the city. Whenever Zhou Da-Ge bullies Xiao Yuan in bed a little too much, Xiao Yuan punishes him by making him wear colourful clothes out (pink, bright yellow, purple, etc.) and thus he has a reputation for being eccentric and a weirdo, but oh well, all for love.

3. Gu Huai Qing

One of Jing Shao and Jing Chen’s most powerful allies, and he becomes blood-sworn brothers with Jing Shao without realizing who he is. Later he takes a liking to Jing Chen.

(Will update with photos when they come out, but they’re a bit further into the story so we won’t have them for a few months yet ahahaha)

Amazing Scenes:

Jing Shao & Han Zhang first looks in the manhua

Jing Shao being THAT clingy husband and helping Han Zhang to wear his clothes properly so cute!!!!!

Han Zhang and Jing Shao in their first lives (10 years later), about to die, sad and then Jing Shao jumps down the cliff with Han Zhang’s corpse, regretful cuz he a dumb bij

Jing Shao unable to resist kissing Han Zhang’s cheek, realizes what he’s doing, and gets embarrassed LMAOOOO 没出息!!!!!!! (This is different from the novel, because in the novel Jing Shao just kisses and is done with that, the embarrassment part is drawn in only in the manhua hahaha)

Other Things I Like in the Novel:

Jing Shao is like, he does a 180 entirely and he is very cognisant of all his faults and what he did wrong previously, and how badly he treated Han Zhang, so he legit forces his brain to go “I will listen to Jun Qing from now on” and he really sticks to it!

Loves kissing and teasing Han Zhang, but doesn’t force him into bed after their wedding night, and instead goes to Xiao Yuan and asks for tips on how to make his partner feel less scared about sex

The both of them end up with a pet tiger?!! That’s called Xiao Huang (little yellow) LMAO

They nap together a lot which I love <3333

Jing Shao knows he’s bullied at home, so when they go back to the Marquis Bei Hou manor, he holds Han Zhang’s hand in front of everyone to let them know Han Zhang has someone to back him up

Brings Han Zhang to war because he “cannot concentrate if Jun Qing isn’t with me at all times” - and asks for special permission to do so

Han Zhang notes that since he married Jing Shao, as the ‘wife’ he is supposed to serve Jing Shao, but it’s always Jing Shao serving him - Getting water for him, bringing him to baths, putting clothes on for him, putting food in his plate if it tastes nice, massaging his back and waist etc. - and best is he doesn’t have to deal with any in-laws?!! HAHAHA

Jing Shao gets revenge on those who hurt Han Zhang when he was younger for him, and the outcome is pretty hilarious but well-deserved

EPILOGUES are cute af!!!!

[cinnamonest]

Diluc Ragnvindr - Yandere Profile

Yall are so kind and I am so undeserving hhhhh

If you stand idly by that flower girl in Mondstadt her idle line is something like "All I can think about is Diluc" And honestly same

This man exudes bde I'm sorry I just... It is a known FACT that Diluc is packing and I refuse to believe otherwise, lord have mercy I'm bout to SIMP

tws: yandere, mentions of violence

tws (below cut): noncon, kinda misogynistic in 1 part

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What are they generally like? Lucid, aware? Obsessive? How do they behave?

Acutely aware, and in the beginning, frustrated with his own self. He's very much a loner type of guy, and he likes it that way -- in his mind, people are distractions.

He doesn't talk to you too much, but you'll slowly and subtly notice his presence with increasing frequency. He hovers. Silent, but intimidating. He's always there, in the background. Somehow, everywhere you go, you can spot him somewhere if you try, and even if you don't see him, you know someone is watching you, from the skin crawling feeling of eyes on you. It will never go away, and it's easily enough to drive you to paranoia.

In reality, he'd like to talk, really, but he doesn't know how. For the first time in his life, he actually has the urge to speak with someone, not for his own desire to speak so much as speak with you- to learn about you, to hear your voice. But the poor thing has no idea what to say. He's used to just going about his day and only speaking to others when they need something from him.

When he does talk to you, he finds himself even enjoying the silliest and most trivial of things you say. Normally he hates small talk, and he's normally annoyed by anything outside of very serious matters, but even if you're raving about something he has no interest in, he's happy to listen just because it's you.

He's fairly aware, too. Not a delusional for the most part, and he's honestly a bit afraid of rejection - he knows he's not the most pleasant or charming person to be around, and certainly not the best conversationalist. He tries to make up for it in thinking that his money, status, and protective ability can be something he can use to draw you in, so he makes sure to subtly and frequently remind you of those things.

How likely are they to kidnap their darling? How quickly will they do so?

Eventually, it's inevitable. It will happen, it's just a matter of time. His reasoning is less about your fragility and safety, even if he pretends it is, and more of a selfish thing. He doesn't want to be, and he'll certainly feel guilty for it, but he's a silently jealous person. Hearing you talk to others, seeing you smile at others, it drives him up the wall. Even during the day, he can't focus, thinking of what you're doing, who you're with, what you're doing with that person, and so on. He can't get anything accomplished, and people notice something is wrong with him. Really, it won't be a very long time at all.

He's not a very good manipulator, and he can't really think of a good reason to get you to walk into the winery backrooms on your own, so as barbaric as it may feel, he'll settle for the old fashioned way, just taking you, probably when you're walking all by yourself late at night. He is very intelligent, and will most likely formulate a way of making you seen responsible for some crime upon your disappearance, to discourage you from leaving, and to make it seem less mysterious when you disappear. People will assume that the darknight hero got to you. And, well, they’re not wrong.

How difficult is it to escape from them? How do they keep you restrained? How do they deal with attempted escape? 

Initially, he's watchful, staying at the winery so that you can't get far without him noticing. He'll cancel his plans elsewhere and make sure he's never more than sight distance away from the building. With time, he'll have to leave, and when he does, he'll probably invest in some very high quality locks to keep you in. Should that prove to not be enough, he'll have to use chains to keep you attached to the wall, instead. Needless to say, it's difficult.

If you manage an attempt, he'll be angry, sure, but he understands why. The first time, at least. Don't push it. If you manage to keep trying, his sympathy for you will slowly erode with each successive attempt, and soon he'll run out of mercy, and decide maybe just forgiving you isn't enough, and you actually need to learn a lesson to prevent this from happening again.

"Again? You really... Really don't give up, do you. This is the fourth time now... You've really pushed it, you know, I've tried to be nice. If you're not gonna get that, I'll make you understand."

How easy are they to trick, deceive, or manipulate?

Canonically speaking, he's fairly good at predicting the actions of others. He's clever like that. However, he's not the best at reading faces. As far as lies go, he will detect it maybe 80% of the time, but you can probably get away with a bit - once he catches you doing it once, though, he'll suspect you from there on out, and be much less likely to buy your lies.

When it comes to manipulation, he's one of the ones where it's like, he kinda knows, and lets it happen anyway, if it's for the sake of you being happy with him. That, and he's just flat out weak to your smiles and begging for little things. He's got his limits, though, so you'd be wise to only use this sparingly and not push it.

How lenient are they? What privileges can you have, and what will you be denied?

Protective to the maximum degree. Probably the worst of genshin boys.

Absolutely zero contact with the outside. No family, no friends, he might even go to the extent of faking your death to ensure there's not even anyone who will look for you.

Unlike Childe, Zhongli, or Albedo that I've mentioned as allowing you for walks or outside visits... That's not happening with Diluc. No, he's insanely protective, to the point that you very well might not see sunlight again, except through a window.

And he gets that it can get depressing, he really does, it's just the one thing he can't do. He'll try to substitute it, get you nice large windows to let the sun in that you can sit in front of - provided he's there - and maybe after a while build a little screened-in porch for the winery that you can walk around on - again, provided he's right there. You really can't expect him to let you out there when you're alone. What if someone saw you and tried to hurt you?

You get the feeling it's less about keeping anything else out, and more about keeping you in, though.

He's actually good about letting you do things for yourself, though. He won't restrain you from cooking or kitchen utensils or anything like that, unless you do something stupid like try to hurt him or yourself, in which case it'll be a revoked privilege.

What kind of rules do they have? What kind of punishment would they use?

Initially, he tries to go easy on rules, as part of his attempt to make you more accepting. He'll keep you more restrained for the first little while, and later on you'll be allowed to walk, but certain sections of the building will be off limits. He's fairly simple - be obedient, stay inside, don't try to fight. He'll invent new ones based on your behaviors as time goes on, but for the most part, he doesn't want to control you too much.

He fears getting too mad and making you scared of him, so, he struggles to punish you initially. He's probably willing to let quite a bit slide, but once he senses you're taking advantage of that, he'll put an end to it. Once again, he can thank the fact that he's naturally intimidating - he'll grab your jaw and force you to look at him, and honestly, just the look on his face is enough to send chills down your spine. If you're persistent, he's not able to leave you all alone and isolate you, no, he can't handle being away from you for that long. He'll appeal to the punishment of boredom, tying you to one spot and giving you nothing to entertain yourself with will get you to crack in a fairly short amount of time.

Humiliation works well, too. You're all alone except for him, you don't need clothes. So if you want them, you'll have to behave.

How do they deal with rivals, or perceived rivals? Will they get rid of them? Will they kill them themselves, or find another way?

This man only has to look at people to send them running. He's very grateful for his scowl once he realizes the power it holds. You'll be none the wiser as to why everyone you meet seems to end up avoiding you, why people get nervous when you approach, why you can walk into a public place and it will clear out within minutes of you walking through the door. It's ok, though, since you have him to go to for your problems. He'll shrug and tell you he doesn't know why it happens to you, but it's no big deal, you don't have to worry about it, because you don't need them anyway, right?

He's not above having chats with people either. If they're not driven off by the glares, he'll give them another chance by spelling out very clearly that they should back off.

With persistent offenders, though, he has to come up with other means. He's not a delusional, and he knows deep down that this is selfish, that they're not really doing anything wrong per se, but his anger is violent and ultimately overrides any guilt. He'll find a way to make them out to be criminals, spies, or some other form of bad person, and they'll meet their fate at the hands of Mondstadt's mysterious nighttime vigilante.

How easy is it to make them mad? What does their anger look like?

His default personality is... Irritated. He scowls a lot, he gets exasperated easy - even if he tries to be a bit more pleasant for you. His irritation is so common that seeing genuine anger is a bit rarer.

When he does, though, it's one of the worst. To really, really make him mad, you'd have to be exceptionally, intentionally bratty to the point of antagonism - he's understanding and lucid enough to understand why you fight him, why you try to run, but do it over and over relentlessly, or just be a childish brat and ignore his warnings, and he'll snap. His voice bellows when he's mad, it's deep and terrifying and echoes off the walls, his eyes narrow and he stomps heavily with every step. He'll grab you by the arm hard enough to bruise, and if you refuse to follow and dig your heels in, he'll just roughly swing you onto his shoulder and carry you.

He has to exert the anger in some way, though. He's not like some yanderes that can be talked down or calmed, or are going to go easy on you if you apologize and beg. Once the anger is there, it's there until he physically takes it out in some way.

So they see you as above them, beneath them, or equal to them?

It depends, really, because he's highly lucid, so he has very little delusions about you. Unlike many of the others, he's willing to acknowledge your mental competence, and if you're intelligent and have life experience he'll acknowledge it. He won't recognize physical capability, though, since you're nothing compared to his strength. If you are a capable, independent person, he won't delude himself into thinking otherwise. It will, however, have a negative effect, probably the opposite of what you hope for - he's going to feel a bit intimidated by it, really, because if you're capable and independent, you don't need him as much. He's more likely to find ways to force your dependency on him, if so, but deep down he knows you're an equal on a mental level, and it's frustrating.

Now, otherwise - if you're a little more on the ditzy, airheaded side - it will be below. He's realistic, again, and if you genuinely do fall into the category of being naive and a bit dumb, he'll recognize it. He feels more secure in your dependency, and he's more likely to baby you this way, and will absolutely be more protective.

How determined are they for you to love them? How hard will they try to make it happen? Or are they content just having you?

He really wants you to. He's not sure if he deserves it, though. He's acutely, painfully aware of how awful the things he's done are, and to top it all off, he knows that he should wish he was a better man that had self control, yet... He doesn't. He can't lie to himself and pretend to even have a shred of regret, even if he feels guilt. If he hadn't done all those things, you wouldn't be here with him like this, and even though he knows it's selfish, so very, very selfish, knowing that the horrible things he did got him the result he wanted makes it worth it. And given the opportunity to go back, he'd do it again.

He wants you to genuinely love him, and even though he struggles with human affection and communication, he'll try his best to be sweet to you, say nice things, try to be less irritable, try to talk more.

But if dependency, isolation-induced attachment love is the best he can get, well, that's still love.

Bonus: Is there anything that makes them unique, in comparison to other yanderes?

He likes to just... Spend time in your presence. He's still ultimately not much for talking, he runs out of things to say very quickly and even if you're not talking, he's very very happy to be around you. If you're being cold towards him even, he wants to just sit there and be beside you, if you get up and sit on the other side of the room, or walk to another room (provided you have the privilege to do so), he'll follow you wherever like a little lost puppy and just silently sit right back down next to you again. He soaks in your presence like sunlight, it makes him happy.

If you show him affection, especially after an abduction or when stockholm syndrome starts to set in, it's one of the few times you'll see him smile. His smile is soft and faint, and it's less his mouth so much as his eyes that seem to light up. If you show him affection, you can eventually reach a very vulnerable, very soft side of him. He keeps up walls for everyone else, and he kind of desperately wants someone he doesn't have to do that with, so he'll crumble to your affection fairly quickly, once he's assured of your love.

Also, he's one of the ones who fully understands why you're mad. He gets it, he's lucid, and he honestly knows how awful what he's doing is. He still hopes you'll get over it, though, and if confinement and isolation except for him is what it takes to achieve that... So be it. Rather than justifying his actions, he acknowledges what he's done, but he's aware that psychologically, he's already long past the point of no return, and he can't bring himself to stop.

“I know this wasn’t... what you wanted, and, I know it’s, I know this was really, really bad, but I only did it for your sake. If you just... try to get used to it... maybe you can be happy, if you try.”

General perverseness: how sexual of a person are they? What’s their drive like? How touchy do they get? Do they have any reservations about sexuality?

High, but embarrassed as all hell. He likes to maintain a very respectable and serious image, and people knowing that behind that neutral poker face is a brain running through nasty, nasty fantasies would not be very conductive to that image.

And that's what he does - working the bar gets very, very slow sometimes, and there's not much to do but sit around and let his mind wander. The more bored he gets, the more involved in these fantasies he becomes, and sometimes you might have to tap him on the shoulder to snap him out of it.

He feels guilty, really, for how he feels about you, and he knows that it's wrong and violating... But. But if you don't know, it won't hurt you, now will it? Nothing about the fact that he just thinks about bending you over the bar tables and fucking you raw is going to actually do anything bad. It's harmless.

He won't be touchy or perverse towards you by any means, and while that's nice, it causes something of a... Buildup. A lot of urges and needs have gone unmet, a lot of desperation to just feel you skin that has never been filled, and the thing about buildups is that when you reach a certain point they'll eventually burst, which is going to be what happens once you're in your new home.

How forceful are they? Do they care about your willingness?

He's moderate. He'd like you to want it, he's not highly sadistic and doesn't get off to your struggling/crying the way Childe or Kaeya would. But, in the end he's very set on what he wants, and if you're not open to it, he's not going to wait long. As aforementioned, he's got a lot of pent-up need that has gone unchecked, and while he normally strives for self control, at the point of kidnapping you, he's built up enough sexual frustration that he's not going to be very patient. Again, he's not going to be mean about it, he's more the type to just kiss your forehead and mutter a few reassuring things, even as you hiss at the pain of being impaled. That's another issue - he's convinced you might just be intimidated by the size, so he'll keep reassuring you that it's not going to last long, your body just needs time to adjust, even though you feel like you're being split in two.

He's content with knowing that, even if you mentally aren't wanting it, your bodily reactions show that you're clearly not repulsed or anything.

He's also another one to use that very thing against you, much like Albedo. He can feel you twitch and clamp down when you're close and he'll tell you that if you love him you'll cum, and if you don't love him, you won't. But no amount of trying to bring yourself down is enough to override the overwhelming stimulation.

He's also one to get rougher/more intense with time. At first, he's a bit afraid of hurting you, and he's not entirely familiar with how this all goes, and even can be a bit prudish and reserved. But the more he fucks you, the more and more he realizes he really likes having a sense of control and dominance over you, and just how nice it feels to come home when he's frustrated from a bad day and just fuck that energy out. Once he realizes you're not going to break or anything, you'll notice him gradually getting rougher and harder with time, until it becomes a norm.

What sort of kinks or fetishes do they have, or would they fill?

Stomach bulging/size kink

He's not normally an outwardly prideful person. His pride is more of a silent aloof type of pride, rather than a smug showoff type. He's not one to emphasize his positive traits just to look good. But, fuck, if there isn't something very, very pleasing about being able to physically see his dick making a bulge on your stomach every time he fucks into you. He'll make sure you don't close your eyes, grab your hair and pull your head down so you're forced to watch it fill you more than you can take, over and over.

He doesn't want to hurt you, really, but of all the things to whimper about, you just had to squeal that it's too big, that it hits your cervix, that it's splitting you apart, and as much as he really wants to be a good guy, you're really making it difficult. Hearing that just breaks something primal in him and makes him want to fuck you harder.

It's one of the few things he can actually get smug about, watching you clutch your gut and whimper from bruising and soreness even long after, and as time goes on he might lose enough shame about it all to make a smug comment. He knows he should feel bad. But again, you make it hard to.

Breeding

It's a possession thing, really. There's something so utterly satisfying about just watching cum drip out of you, listening to you whimper whenever you feel it filling you up. It's kind of cute, when he tells you he'll cum inside you and you panic, you squeal and wriggle and unintentionally clench down hard enough to make that happen, you practically just milk the cum out of him when you do.

Forced feminization?/housewife kink/I dont know what to call it but hear me out dammit

He has in his brain this idea of a perfect little housewife and you're going to fit that model whether you want to or not. When he breaks into goes back to your old apartment to bring clothes for your new home he'll only pick the most frilly, feminine of all the things you owned, and if you don't have too many, he'll buy ones for you.

He just likes the idea of having a nice, sweet little wife to come back to, especially after being so stressed with whatever bullshit he's had to put up with that day. Really, any darling in captivity is kinda sorta filling that role, but he's got a very specific image in his mind of you being very... Domestic. Submissive. Frilly little clothes and aprons and cleaning things and making food, it's very cute and gives him a weird sense of dominance that will inevitably turn to arousal - something about the whole ownership and submission aspect of seeing you walk around in those clothes, doing your little chores makes him really want to grab you and bend you over the nearest surface and just - well, you get the idea.

And he's not gonna listen to your whining, either, even if you're a naturally tomboyish person. You could have been the roughest adventurer there was out there, all ragged and getting covered in scrapes and climbing mountains and fighting monsters, but that's in the past, now. Now, is time for you to give that lifestyle up, in favor of a better one, one that will make you happier... if you just let it. 

How do they feel about pregnancy or babies? Do they want them?

He's yes and no, but mostly yes in theory. It fits into his little housewife fantasy and he feels it would be a good way to keep you attached to him. It would make you less likely to leave, it would give you something to do all day, you'd be happy. He's a bit worried about his own capabilities, though. He's not super empathetic and he's not very talkative. Ultimately, it would probably end up an accident that results from the aforementioned breeding kink.

What kind of (nsfw) punishments would they use?

Another one kind of like Razor, he's not gonna think it out too much, but holy fuck, if he's mad, just fucking feels like a punishment in and of itself. You'll realize just how much he's holding back on the regular when you see what it's like when he hold nothing back. It's bruising, it's brutal, and it's a little frightening to witness that kind of raw strength. He'd be one to pick you up into the air completely, holding your whole body up with his arms, forcing you to cling to him so as to not fall while he bounces you up and down on him. And really, once you account for the affect of gravity, so it's slamming into you at unprecedented force, and fuck, it's likely horribly painful, even if that pleasure is still there.

If he's exceptionally mad, he's another one willing to belt you, and while he'll certainly get off to it, it's something he'll only do when he genuinely has a reason to punish you.

What body parts of their darling do they like the most?

Thighs. He likes hooking them over his shoulders, grabbing the fleshy soft parts with his hands, running his hands up and down the sides. One day, one you're comfortable enough, he'd really like to just lay his head down on them like a pillow, they look so soft. And he loves looking at them too, loves things that show just enough of the curve of your hips to your legs and the soft skin underneath.

[breathings-of-the-heart]

Stuck on You (Levi Ackerman x Childhood Friend! Reader)

A/N: Hi, guys! I just want to preface by saying that this is a TWO (maybe a three if i decide to write an epilogue drabble) PART SERIES, and I have just a few more scenes to write before I can post it! I don’t expect this one to do so well, to be honest, but it’s been so long since I’ve written anything I’m proud of and I think I’m happy with how this turned out. So yes, stay tuned for part 2 which i will link at the end once it is posted. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Angst, season one/no regrets ova spoilers

Word Count: 3.5k 

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5 years ago

“Why is it that you always seem to be on my case the most?” Your frustration was obvious and your patience dissipated, feet shuffling in their spot as you finally turned to face him. “You never nag Isabel this much.”

For a moment, Levi didn’t respond, scanning your body for injuries. After asserting that you were indeed okay, he stepped over the unconscious man who laid on the ground, jaw set in anger as he walked forwards until he was so close you had to tilt your head slightly to keep eye contact.

Your snappy behavior was uncharacteristic. It only fueled his temper. The raven shook his head in disapproval, trying to keep his anger in check as you glared at him defiantly.

“Isabel doesn’t make such careless mistakes,” he pointed out coldly. “You almost got yourself hurt, (Y/N)! What would you have done if I hadn’t shown up to cover your ass?”

The both of you stood there in silence for several minutes, gazing at each other and listening to your uneven breathing. His face, unlike so many others, never really did reveal everything he was thinking. Feeling. You were dared to search for something else in his steady gaze besides disappointment, but for once, you could not tell what you saw. It was infuriating, humiliating, and hurtful.

“Sometimes I wonder if there’s even a brain inside your thick fucking skull.”

His harsh words didn’t normally cut you, but this time you flinched, looking away from Levi as all the fight drained out of you.


Wearing your jewelry out at night was a careless mistake, that you could admit. What was hard to swallow was the fact that you had just been mugged, and nearly assaulted, yet all Levi could do was find the time to scold you, not seeming to care at all if you were shaken up by what happened.  

It didn’t scare you that the other man’s hands found their way onto your skin. It didn’t scare you that something bad could have happened had Levi not knocked him out. You weren’t afraid of any of it; you were afraid that all the raven-haired man could see you for were your mistakes.

“So you think I’m a burden then?” you asked, choking up.

Your change in tone caught Levi’s attention. You suddenly looked smaller, and more vulnerable than the last time he looked at you. He sighed again, shaking his head softly. It took all your strength not to shy away from his fingers as they threaded through your hair, stopping on your shoulder and tugging you against him. You let Levi do it nonetheless, knowing this was his way of saying sorry; knowing this was his way of saying: “I’m tough on you because I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.”  

You pressed your ear against his beating heart, letting the sound soothe you.

“No, brat. I don’t think that. Let’s just go home, and forget about it,” his voice was more gentle this time.

You sniffled and nodded, chest bursting as Levi placed a feather light kiss on the top of your head. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You never thought you’d miss the Underground. Especially when taking into consideration the miserable days after Levi, Isabel, and Farlan took that fateful deal, and were forced to leave you behind.  

Your feelings on the matter were conflicted, of course, but you were relieved and happy that the people who mattered most had such a big opportunity. They didn’t need to see you crying, nor hear about how scared you were to be by yourself. Each one deserved better than that, so you put on a brave face as they reassured you over and over that they’d come back. You beamed as brightly as you could, sending them off with words of encouragement as you continued fighting off the lingering feeling of dread as they left. 

You didn’t want to be a nuisance. Never wanted to be the reason they’d hold themselves back. 

Although he didn’t show it, Levi took it the hardest. He implored you to stay alive, in a scolding tone that he only ever used when he was worried. You could hold your own, but weren’t a fighter like the other three. The stern male had only ever been thankful of your gentle nature in the past, surprised to be cursing it now that he couldn’t protect you. But for him, you’d try your hardest, knowing that with a little faith and patience, you could be reunited in the future. 

The goodbye had been bittersweet, your lips slotting against his for the very first time. In a way, the way he kissed you seemed more like a promise than a farewell. His arms were wrapped around you all night, warmth lulling you to a sleep that otherwise, would never have been able to claim you. 

Parting afterwards the following morning became all the more difficult because of it.  

When Levi pulled a few strings with his newfound respected status and got the military to sponsor your citizenship, you were over the moon. Becoming a soldier was the last thing you expected out of your life, but wherever Levi and the others went, you would gladly follow. You felt at home again, throwing your arms around the man for the first time in months and giggling at the fact that while he accepted the gesture and patted your head awkwardly, his lack of affection never changed. 

But you were quickly learning that the ideological existence that lived right above your head was just an illusion. You came only to find your friends dead, and Levi more closed off to you than he’d ever been before. Up here, things were far from perfect, and as time went on, you instead yearned for the past if only to appreciate it better a second time around. And although things slowly got better, life was not yet finished throwing its hardships your way. 

The last person you had left slowly became out of reach, as time apart inevitably distanced the two of you and gave someone else the opportunity to fill that hole in his heart. 


Reality, you found, was much crueler under the blue of the sky.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“You don’t have to deny it, Levi. I know you better than anyone. I see the way you look at her,” you whispered, wringing your hands together in a feeble attempt to rid of the painful churn in your stomach. “I see it because you used to look at me that way.” 


It was admirable, at least, the effort you put in to keep your voice even. But the silence that followed those broken words was pitiful. The silence made it even more difficult to meet the gaze of the man in front of you. Levi had every opportunity to deny the truth of your burning statement; to bring you back into his arms and reaffirm his love like he used to. Like he would if maybe things were different. 

You knew, he had no desire to do that now. Instead, the Captain’s eyes screwed shut and a light sigh escaped his perfect lips, the warmth of it tingling your skin. It was nostalgic, almost, being alone with Levi like this. His face was nearer to yours then it had been in months, enough so that you could make out every tiny detail. The irony of it seemed mocking: for once, you couldn’t bear to look at him. Not that you needed to, with every feature of his sure to forever haunt your memory. 

But now all you could see were the interactions they had. Your vision consisted of watching as their bond and understanding grew. It was created in such a short amount of time, but hardly unpredictable with the amount of time Levi and Petra spent together. Even if Levi himself had not realized it, for you, it was plain as day. You knew him better than anyone. Could see that there was no pain in Levi’s eyes when he looked at her. Afterall, unlike you, Petra wasn’t a painful reminder of the past.   

Despite his physical closeness, this was the most detached you’ve ever felt from the male. The space between you was strange and unfamiliar. Lonely and cold.

At your words, he exhaled through his nostrils. 


“I would never be unfaithful, (Y/N). I never have been,” he spoke firmly, in that certain tone of speaking only he could manage. “I promised I would never leave you.” 

A tear spilled down your cheek, despite your best brave face. It was too much to handle, even for a calloused girl like you. Because despite everything, Levi had always been there. It seemed scary to have life any other way. 

Said man took your hand gently, handling it like porcelain. It wasn’t until his skin touched yours that you realized your fingers were shaking, and your facade was crumbling. His gesture was another reminder of what once was. The familiarity of his skin a testament to all the time spent simply existing with one another.

How did it come to this?

“A lot has changed since then, it seems,” you laughed softly, for once pulling away from his touch. “I bet you can’t even look at me without thinking about those two, huh?” 

You never once thought it was his fault. Even if you told him that, you knew Levi would always take accountability. Knew he would blame himself for taking Isabel and Farlan away from you. You should have seen this coming. It was inevitable that your love would be tainted, and that he’d find it somewhere else, even if it was unintentional. 

“(Y/N), wait—“ there was a small panic that awoke in the raven’s steely eyes that only those who truly knew him would be able to detect. 


“—You know how I feel about you, don't you? I want to be the one who you'd wake up next to every morning. The person you'd trust enough to spill all your secrets to, the one you want to hold close, the one who would make it hurt too much to ever let go. I want to be the person who can make you smile, or laugh until you can't breathe. Your first and last thought of the day, and the one you wonder about even when they’re not around.” 

You swallowed a whimper, fists clenched at your sides as your restraint came undone. It was all you’d ever wanted since you were small and starving and Levi was all you had to hold onto.

"But more than anything I want you to be happy. You deserve it.”

And because that’s how much I love you.

“I’d spent the rest of my life with you, if you asked me to,” the stoic Captain stated, as simply and mindlessly as if reciting the weather. 

You knew it was true. You also knew better than to let your mind wander to that fantasy, or to let a world come into fruition in which you stopped Levi from pursuing his happiness; held back simply because his loyalty knew no bounds. You refused to be that selfish. You’d rather die a miserable death, a thousand times over. Rather endure this anguish for as long as it resided in your heart then watch his indifference turn to hatred as years of a one-sided relationship droned on and on.

He doesn’t want you anymore. 

“I know, Levi.” You paused for a long moment. “Petra's wonderful. I don't hate either of you, I want you to remember that." 

You wrapped your arms around yourself, trying desperately to forget the feeling of Levi’s lips on your skin, your face against his chest. The warmth between your ribs or the butterflies in your stomach, or the fireworks of passion that only he could make you feel. Tried to forget the rare but special, secret words of affirmation only your ears got to hear, and the goosebumps they’d send across your skin. 

You wanted to erase it all, if only to make it easier to walk away with the knowledge you’d never feel any of that again.  

It was pathetic. 

There wasn’t anything left to be said. So with the task near impossible, looked at your lover, your best friend, your rock, your Levi, and turned away.

You only managed three steps before a voice followed you and a hand closed around your wrist.

“Is this what you want?” He sounded apathetic, but you knew better. His underlying worry only made the pain feel worse. 

“I don’t know.” At the very least, you were honest.  

"Will I see you again?"  

As adaptable as he was, Levi was never a fan of the unconventionality that was “change.” He was never surprised, quick to go with the flow, even if he preferred certainty and steadiness. 

This conversation, though, was one he never expected. 

"Of course," you forced a tiny smile, knowing it was more convincing than it felt. "I just need a breather. I'll be back for dinner." The words tasted bitter in your mouth. 

That was the first and only lie you'd ever tell Levi Ackerman, having handed in your resignation papers to Erwin just yesterday.

Forgive me, Levi. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Snow fluttered down from the sky, coating the local shops and roofs of buildings with a thick, white blanket. Merchants and store owners alike grumbled their disapproval, bustling to sweep the front of their shops. The air was crisp and biting, yet you relished in the feeling and absorbed the atmosphere. Drunk garrison soldiers loitered around merrily, cheeks flushed from alcohol, catching the flakes in their hair and occasionally slipping on hidden ice in their drunken stupor. It made you chuckle softly, the residences of Wall Roses’ inconvenience the source of your contentment-- this was your first time seeing snow, the real thing a thousand times better than anything you read about in any book. 

You strolled through the marketplace, a basket holding bread, dried meats, cheese, and several fruits resting in the crook of your elbow. Your coin purse felt lighter than it had that morning, yet you carried on nonetheless, curious as to what Wall Rose had to offer. Children ran past you, throwing snowballs at each other and nearly running into you because of their haste. The sight made you grin as one of them bumped into one of the street market’s booths, knocking over a few items as he went. 

The woman behind the counter chastised them, her shouts growing louder when they barely spared her a glance and blended into the crowd of shoppers. Nick nacks and books were left scattered in their wake, askew on the cobblestone ground.

“Need help, ma’am?,” you asked her, picking up the objects from the ground. 

“Thank you, dearie,” she sighed gratefully, taking them from your hands. “Kids these days, so reckless and always in such a hurry.” 

You laughed airily, mirth swimming in your eyes. 

“You’re just lucky they didn’t steal anything,” you joked, reminiscing about your own thieving past. Your attention turned towards the noting the soldiers now dozing off on top of their card table nearby, tutting their behavior lightheartedly. “Levi, if only the police were like that back when we--” 

Out of habit, you turned around to meet his gaze, heart clenching when you remembered he wasn’t there. Your fists clenched to prevent you from smacking yourself at your carelessness. He’s not here, dumbass. 

“What was that, hun?” the woman behind the counter inquired, preoccupied in sorting her things. 

You put on your best smile, shaking your head before your thoughts could fill with images of a certain raven-haired, steele-eyed, heart-stopping male. The back of your eyes stung, the momentary joy of your first real winter quickly fading away.  

“Nothing important.” 

This is for the best, (Y/N). You’ve only ever gotten in the way, his whole life. Let the man be. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It had been a few years since that last encounter with him. Part of you still wondered if Levi tried looking for you after realizing your true intentions of never coming back. You hoped he didn't, imagining instead that he'd made the most of the opportunity you'd given him. Prayed that it wasn't all for naught and he instead pursued what (or who) truly made him happy, instead of worrying about other people. In truth, you became content with life, learning to look back on memories fondly and being thankful for their existence. 

Residing above ground was enough reason to be grateful in itself, and you did your best to make the most of it. Your days were now spent in ways that paid tribute to your humble beginnings: individuals from the underground who managed to secure citizenship to the surface were put into your care. You helped men, women, and children alike assimilate into living on the surface, which included introducing the area, and assisting in finding housing and jobs. It was rewarding work, but more than anything, reminiscent to be able to see the wonder when their eyes meet the clouds for the very first time. The flickers of hope from your clients were things you carried with you every day. Your chosen profession left plenty of free time, however, as it was relatively rare for individuals to pay the hefty toll of climbing up those stairs. 

Your life was average, and for the most part, uneventful. The quietness that accompanied mediocrity proved to be comforting, however. It was a far cry from the days of constantly looking over your shoulder and needing to carry a knife in your boot, just in case.

At first, it was difficult not to cry at the thought of the stoic, raven-haired Ackerman. The heartache weighed down in your chest for a good amount of time. The simplest things reminded you of Levi, but after a while, instances where he’d cross your mind became fewer and further between. With a nicer home than anything you previously owned, a livable income, and an overall peaceful existence, you didn’t have any regrets. 

At least, that was what you told yourself until you heard the news. 

On off days you worked as a waitress at one of the many taverns within Wall Rose. Large tips were one of the many perks that drew you in originally. The chatter of the customers and frequent bar-goers was a welcome ambience, and an opportunity for you to combat the occasional feeling of loneliness. 

Occasionally, Scout Regiment gossip would filter through, especially about Humanity’s Strongest and the new titan shifter Eren Jeager. Updates were nice, knowing Levi was safe and thriving in what he did best. But as you placed a pint of beer on one of the tables and overheard a heavy set man babble loudly to his comrade, dread splashed over you in waves.

“The Captain was the only survivor in his squad. He wasn’t even with them when it happened, poor guy. He must feel terribly guilty.”     

Your vision became hazy as you tried not to panic; of all the rumours that filtered through the drunk mouths of customers, you had never heard bad news like this before. The last you’d heard, human kind was given a beacon of hope, and things were looking up after Eren Jaeger managed to plug up the hole in Trost. 

“Excuse me, but which squad did you say this happened to?” you heard your voice say. 


Across the table, the other man took a swig of his drink, and grunted indignantly. 

“Levi Squad, the best in the military I heard. A shame, but I suppose even the top in the Survey Corps are still just suicidal maniacs when it comes down to it.” 

No, no, no, no. This wasn’t supposed to happen!  

After that, everything became white noise. You could only register every third movement, heart thundering in your ears. The tray you’d been holding to carry the drinks clattered as it fell to the ground, causing a few gasps and strange looks to be thrown in your direction. In your horrified state, dread weighed down like lead in your body. You rushed to the back room, tears clouding your vision as you tried not to stumble. 

You gripped the edges of the washroom sink, dizzy with this newfound information.   

Levi has now lost more people that he loved, and was probably experiencing the same survivor’s guilt as he did with Isabel and Farlan. He was most likely suffering alone right now, never having been one to let people see his vulnerability so easily.

You did not witness first hand what your friends’ deaths meant to him. When the Captain waited for you at the top of the staircase, his expression never seemed out of the ordinary. Levi was kind enough to let you enjoy your first few days up with him simply enjoying the newfound freedom. He made the excuse that your two other comrades were out on business somewhere, and would be back to see you soon. Maybe, at the time, your excitement blinded you from the deeper emotions hidden in his voice. 

When you found out the truth, their passing broke you. The fact that Levi shouldered any blame, however, is what twisted the knife. He had been grieving by himself; feeling that pain without anyone to comfort him. He had to put on a brave face just to see you; secretly spending that last month alone, probably relaying over and over how he would break the news to you. 

Your remorse increased tenfold when it was him who held you, and him who put you back together, just like he had to for himself. And now he was by himself all over again.

I have to do something. 

Splashing water on your face, you straightened up and looked in the mirror, a sudden surge of guilt coursing through your veins.

You refused to let Levi be alone this time around, no matter how he might feel about you now.

~~~~~~~

Part Two!

[mypoisonedvine]

Consolation || Bucky Barnes x reader

summary: you know it’s probably not great that you always turn to your best friend Bucky whenever you’re especially hurt by your husband.  you know your husband should probably care that you spend so much time with him, but he doesn’t.  which is good, in the end, because you two really are just friends… until you’re not.

word count: 4k

warnings: smut!, infidelity (see summary, reader is married), descriptions of failing/sexless marriage, angst, fluff, ~feelings~

You were good at hiding it— the real reason why you showed up at Bucky's apartment unexpectedly, that is.  

It wasn’t entirely unexpected: you sent a text first, asking if he was down for a movie night, telling him you missed when you used to hang out more.  He did, too, but he had always been afraid your husband would be an issue.  Nice enough guy, but he didn’t seem to trust Bucky entirely… certainly didn’t seem to love that you two were so close.

And who could blame him?  A beautiful, sweet, smart girl like you… he understood why your husband didn’t want you hanging out with other guys when avoidable.  I’ve told him a thousand times, you’re just a friend— you’re just Bucky, you would tell him when you were recounting arguments, explaining why it had been a while since you two had had a chance to catch up.  But Bucky never told you that your husband was right to worry, that he had dreamed since he met you of being more than ‘just a friend,’ that he himself was the reason you two didn’t spend more time together: because he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from confessing his feelings.

Because of course he would never make a move on his best friend— on a married woman.  It would be so overwhelmingly inappropriate, such a colossal waste of time; and it wasn’t like he couldn’t handle just being your friend.  Sure, it killed him a little bit sometimes, but it was worth it a million times over to be near you at all.  He would take what he could get… and if that meant platonic movie night because you’d had another argument with your husband, then so be it.

“I stopped by the store on my way; heard your ice cream reserve was depleted,” you explained as you brandished the Ben & Jerry’s before slipping past him to put them in his freezer.  

He watched you walk there, silently hating how comfortable you were in his apartment.  He loved it, but he hated it, too.  

“What are we watching?” you asked, snapping him back to reality.

“Uh, I dunno…”

“You were supposed to pick while I was driving over, genius,” you grumbled sarcastically.

“I narrowed it down to The Ring or You’ve Got Mail,” he decided suddenly.

You chuckled lightly and the sound lifted his spirits. “Okay, so, two drastically different evenings."

“I mean, if you think about it, they’re both about meeting new people through technology,” he corrected.

“Do VHS tapes count as technology?” you raised an eyebrow incredulously.

“They do to me,” he shrugged.

//

With the ice cream supply exhausted and Bucky’s largest plastic bowl now containing only the unpopped kernels and little broken pieces of popcorn that didn’t make the cut, the third act of The Ring was beginning and you were spending more time covering your eyes than not.

“Let me know when the scary part is over,” you requested weakly from between the hands on your face.

“It’s a horror movie; the whole thing is one long scary part!” he laughed.

You peeked out through your fingers only to see another terrifying moment, yelping and hiding yourself in his chest.

He froze, not sure at all what to do with your face pressed against him; he held his breath in case the inflation of his chest would disturb you.  

“I can’t look!” you whimpered, voice muffled by his shirt.

He lifted his hand in consideration of stroking your hair comfortingly, but ultimately decided against it and set it back down.

Thankfully, the movie was almost over and you wouldn’t stay cuddled up to him after it ended— meaning he’d finally be free from the glorious torture of your nearness.

But then the credits were rolling and you still didn’t budge, holding him tight.  At first he thought you were just still scared, but then you took a slow, shaky breath… and he realized something was wrong with you, way beyond just a spooky movie.

“Are you okay?” he asked quietly, preparing to hear you explain what really happened with you and your husband that made you come here.

You just shook your head a little against his chest, making him sigh.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” he continued, and you hesitated before pulling back and sitting up straight again.  As painful as it had been, he missed your touch already.

“Yes,” you answered, “but I shouldn’t.”

“Okay,” he nodded.

“But I need to.”

“Okay.”

“But I can’t.”

“...okay…”

You groaned and hid your face in your hands— not from fear this time, but exasperation.  “I told myself that if it ever got to this point, I’d tell someone.  But now I… I don’t know.”

“It’s okay,” he soothed.

"He doesn't… we don't…” you started and stopped a few times.  “God, Buck, I can't even say it…"

"You don't have to—" he began to tell you, but you said it anyway, tearing your hands away from your face and looking back at him sternly.

"He hasn't touched me in months.  And today marks an entire year since the last time I had sex."

He tried not to choke when he heard that.  He figured you were just going to say that he was texting a female coworker too much or flip-flopping about if he wanted kids or not.  This was something else entirely.  "Oh… um, wow."

“Yeah.”

He wasn’t sure where to start.  In spite of all his obliviousness, he was pretty sure he should say something, he just didn’t know what.  “And he… he knows that you… want that?  I mean, you’ve like… tried to, you know… initiate things, right?”  He cringed at his own voice, and stupid question.

You laughed a little, in a sad way.  "I've begged him for it, fuck, it's so humiliating.  It doesn't even work.  He's always too tired, not in the mood, busy with something.  And of course I want to respect him and not pressure him into anything but at the same time, I feel so fucking unlovable— so hideous."

"You're not hideous,” he said firmly, more sure of that than anything else he’d said so far.

“I try to believe that, really,” you mitigated, “I try not to take it personally— but fuck, it feels personal.  Do you know how often people talk about sex?  It’s like society has this idea that men just wanna bang twenty-four hours a day and the only thing stopping them is women being prudes.  Do you know what it’s like to hear people talk like that when your husband rejects you every night?  Do you know how it feels to hear your girlfriends complaining about how their boyfriends are pestering them for sex too often, and you’re just sitting there screaming inside your head ‘at least he wants you’?  Bucky, you can’t even imagine…”

“I can’t,” he agreed.  

"It's been so long…” you sighed shakily, collecting yourself before you started again.  “It's been so long since somebody touched me.  I wondered if I would forget what it felt like."

His hand shook a little as he reached out with his flesh hand and brushed it against your arm, staring into your watery eyes and finding less fear there than he expected, thankfully.

"Did you forget?" he asked softly.

"I must have," you mumbled, "it feels better than I remembered."

The heartbreak in your voice made anger bubble up in his chest, amazed at how your husband ever allowed this to happen; ever allowed you to become so touch-starved that even just a brush on your arm made you emotional.  "I can't imagine being with you every day and not wanting to touch you whenever I could get the chance,” he admitted.  “I can't imagine being your husband and not making love to you every day, every hour, whenever you wanted; whenever you'd let me.  I can't imagine having you beg me for something and not giving it to you— I'd give you everything."

He had to fight a gasp as you suddenly grabbed him and pulled him into a kiss, a bit sudden at first but melting into something gentle and patient and soft.  

“Then do it,” you whispered as you finally pulled back; he could barely think straight to even process what you were saying.  “Give me everything.”

He nodded a little before he kissed you again, rough but deep and slow.  His hands roamed your body like he'd wished to for so long; his tongue slid against yours and the taste of you drove him wild.

As hard as it was to break from your lips, he moved his kisses down your jaw to your neck, sucking at your pulse as you groaned and clutched at his shoulders through his shirt.

"Fuck," you whispered under your breath, and he must've heard you swear a million times but this time it sounded so different.  

His cock was straining against his jeans already, just from this— it was like he was a fucking teenager again, but to be fair, you'd always had that effect on him: sweaty palms, stammering, sudden boners.  It was like lifelong puberty with you around.

When his fingers toyed with the hem of your shirt, just barely brushing over the skin right above your sweats, you pulled back briefly to pull your shirt off over your head.  He thought it might be awkward if he just stood there gawking at your chest, so he only allowed himself a moment of it before he got back to work holding you tight and kissing your collarbones.

He pulled you closer and you must've felt his cock pressed against you because you gasped a little.  And you must've liked it, because your hand slipped down and rubbed him through the front of his jeans, making him choke on nothing.

“S’big,” you mumbled, and he grinned a little.  

“Feel what you do to me?” he asked softly, and you nodded a little before grabbing his wrist and pulling his hand down your body and into the waistband of your pants.  He shuddered when he felt how warm your skin was, the lacy fabric of your panties, the slick folds you guided his fingers through.

“Feel what you do to me?” you shot back, but your cockiness faded when he circled his middle finger over your swollen bud.  He loved the way your body reacted so easily, subtle little gasps and shivers, your hips jolting forward for more stimulation.  You both moaned when he pushed a finger into your channel, your walls already pulsing around him.

“Is this okay?” he asked.

You whispered your approval and he twisted the finger inside you.  Even just that made you let out a heavy breath, your hands reaching down to grip his wrist— they didn’t push him away, thankfully, just reminded him to be gentle with you as he added the second finger, pushing a bit deeper than before.

“More,” you whimpered your plea, “I want more.”

For a second he thought you meant more fingers, but then you opened your eyes and gave him a look… that look.  

It made it abundantly clear that fingers weren’t going to be enough.  After all, you had asked him to give you everything.  So he gladly obliged when you started to tug at his shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside.  You lifted your hips to let him pull down your sweats, not giving him much time to drink in the sight of you before you started opening his fly for him.

Being undressed by you made his heart race; the way you rushed, like you couldn’t wait a moment longer to have him, was flattering yet relatable.

You sighed when you got his cock out, instantly wrapping your hand around his shaft and stroking.  He shuddered at the softness of your hands, at your gentle but persistent exploration.  Clearly it had been a while since you’d gotten the chance to interact with a dick, but it didn’t show in any lack of skill— if anything it just made you more eager, your grip firm but your touches gentle.  He kissed you again, holding your face in one hand and leaning you back with the other until you were laid on the couch and he was hovering over you.

He guided your hand away from his cock, replacing it with his own as he guided the weeping head over your slick folds, smiling at your gasp when he bumped against your clit.

“Do you want this?” he asked, fully prepared for you to back out now before you did something you really couldn’t take back.

“Yes.”  Your answer was more confident than he was expecting, but he still couldn’t really believe it.  It was just too good to be true.  So he had to check again.

“...are you sure?”

"Don't make me beg, Bucky," you whimpered, "I've done it enough, I can't do it again.  Just make love to me— I need you inside me, please…"

Your head fell back as he pushed into you, your nails digging into his shoulders until he stopped from fear of hurting you (even though it took more willpower than he knew he had).

"Don't stop," you whined, "need to feel all of you, Bucky, please please don't stop—"

He definitely didn't have enough willpower to resist that.  Slamming into you all at once, he hissed as you cried out, baring his teeth at the sight of you quivering and moaning beneath him.

"I— I need a second," you explained, voice tight with ill-concealed pain, "it's been a while.”

"I can wait," he nodded, "I won't move until you're ready."

He could tell you were struggling, because how could you not be when you felt so fucking tight around him?  He guided you to breathe slowly with him, feeling your body relax slightly and noticing the way your face untwisted as you became more comfortable.

You nodded a little, but he needed to hear you say it.  "Fuck me," you whispered.

And he did.  

He still kept his pace measured and relaxed, savoring every inch of you— savoring your reactions to every inch of him.

But watching your face was going to push him towards the edge too fast, and he wanted to make this last if possible, so he leaned down to suck on your neck, thoroughly tasting your skin as you moaned and writhed beneath him.  It felt incredible to surround your body with his, to cage you in and pin you down with his weight— it made him feel like he could protect you, keep you safe, even though he knew he couldn’t save you from heartache as much as he wanted to.

If you wanted someone to touch you, to give you affection, to make love to you and make you feel loved, then you’d come to the right place.  That came to him naturally; the hard part was going to be letting you go, letting this be the one-time favor for a friend that he already knew it was.

“You feel so good,” he found himself whispering against your skin, just beside your ear, “so good for me.”

The praise must have had a strong effect on you, because your walls tightened around him suddenly.

“So perfect,” he continued, wanting to feel it again, “my perfect girl.”  And you weren’t his girl, but maybe he could pretend you were; you certainly seemed to enjoy pretending, with the way your moans egged him on.  “God, baby, your pussy feels so fucking good around my cock.”

“Bucky,” you whined, arching your back, and he grinned because it was obvious that you responded even better to dirty talk than praise.

“You like that, huh?  You like makin’ me feel good?” he pressed, laughing a little when you nodded feverishly.  “Fuck, such a good girl… takin’ me so good, so fuckin’ deep…”

You grabbed him by his hair to make him kiss you again, hungry lips smashing against his.

Inspired by your passion but afraid of what he’d do with all of this control, he wrapped his arms around you and hoisted you up until he was sitting while you straddled him, looking up at you with a grin.  "Ride me, pretty girl, show me how bad you want it," he instructed lowly.  The way you rocked your hips and threw your head back was everything he'd dreamed it would be, increased exponentially.  Of course, he'd never told anyone that he dreamed about that, but he'd also never thought it could ever come true.  He ran his hands over every part of you he could reach, just to make sure it was real; just to make sure he memorized the feel of you while he could.

He leaned forward and wrapped his lips around a hardened nipple, sucking gently and smirking a little when you moaned loudly.  “You’re sensitive here,” he noted aloud, kissing his way to the other nipple but still teasing the first with his metal fingers.

Your moans came faster and louder, your fingers combing through his hair and pulling seemingly unintentionally.  He noticed that you let your eyes fall shut, your head crane back, and although he was glad that it was a sign of pleasure, he wanted to see you; he wanted you to see him, know that it was him making you feel this way.  so, he reached up and cupped your face in his hand, cradling your cheek, pulling you closer to look at him, staring into your eyes— and he knew it wasn't a subtle move, wasn't believable as a guy just helping out a friend, but he didn't care anymore.  When he kissed you again, it almost felt like you meant it, too; like you wanted him first, and not just as a consolation prize.

But you pulled back a little too soon, a reminder to both of you that this couldn’t be anything more than what it was.

Your hips gyrated faster and more vigorously, his hands gripping you tight and guiding your movements while you sighed and bit your lip.  You looked so indescribably good when you were immersed in pleasure like this, your hands gripping his shoulders tightly for balance, your chest swelling and deflating with quick breaths.

“So fucking beautiful,” he whispered below his breath as his hand softly trailed from your collarbone down to your thigh.  The sounds you made were constantly changing, a little more high-pitched and needy now as you rode him faster.  He was already picking up on the little signs that you were getting closer: your thighs flexing where they were straddled beside his own, how your body jolted and shivered in his grasp, your eyes wrenched shut and your skin breaking out into goosebumps.

Already he knew your body so well, but he knew there was so much more he would never get the chance to discover.  For now, he’d just have to settle for a preview of all the perfect little ways you fell apart.

And, in the interest of speeding that process up a bit, he reached down to where your bodies were joined and circled a thumb over your clit.

“Fuck!” you yelped, your inner muscles bearing down on him out of nowhere until he was forced to groan from your tightness.

“You close?” he stammered out, way less confident than he meant it to be.  He should’ve said something cool like ‘I know you’re close’ or ‘aw, baby, does that feel good?’ but no, he was too far gone and gave his own desperation away.

"Yes, baby, I'm so close," you sighed, "I'm gonna come— you're gonna make me come."

You said it with a hint of shock in your voice, like you could barely believe it.  He couldn't believe it, either, because it was surely too good to be true.

"Come for me," he instructed firmly, pulling you closer until his nose brushed against yours, "say my name when I make you come."

It was unfair, but he needed to pretend you were his for just a moment.  Only his.

"Bucky," you whimpered shakily.  Your walls tightened around him so perfectly, over and over, until it took everything in him not to bust right then.  "Bucky, I'm coming, fuck, I'm coming—"

"I know," he whispered, "I know, pretty girl, keep going."

Your nails dug into his skin, but he couldn’t even notice the pain when he was watching your face as you came— it was tight and twisted at first, before falling into a gasp and a moan that made his heart swell along with his cock that painted your walls the absolute second he knew you’d come.  It was intense, not just from holding back for so long, but from knowing he was coming inside you.

He sighed and started to catch his breath as you slumped forward and buried your face in the crook of his neck.  His arms wrapped around you and pulled you closer, the warmth of your body nearly overwhelming now as he felt little aftershocks ripple through your channel around where he was still within you.

"Thank you," you whispered, so quiet he could barely hear it.  But he did, and he nodded a little as he rested his face against yours, stroking your hair gently.  You held each other in silence for a long time, so long that when your breathing slowed down significantly and he could feel your body relax entirely, he realized you had fallen asleep.  

Carefully, he held you tighter so he could stand up and carry you to his bedroom, your body instinctively wrapping around him like a koala… like even in your sleep, you could act all adorable and break his heart just that much more.  

He did his best to tread quietly and gently, laying you down onto the bed and only then pulling his softened cock out of you, finding his discarded boxers to put back on before joining you between the sheets.  

He knew you would be gone in the morning but he indulged himself in holding you tonight, breathing your scent and pressing your back against his chest.  He didn't want to fall asleep because he didn't want to miss a second of your body wrapped in his, but it was impossible not to with the soft pace of your breathing almost rocking him to sleep like a beautiful lullaby.

Where there was warmth and peace before, he awoke to cold and emptiness— both between his sheets and in himself.

It’s not like he really expected you to stay, and even if you had it wouldn’t mean that you would leave your husband for your best friend, that this would have ever been anything more than a glimpse of what could’ve been in another life or another universe.

He could still smell you, barely, and he buried his face in the sheets to take it all in before it faded away.  When it was gone, he pulled back only to find a wet patch of his tears there instead.

[nanamikentoslutt]

"My brat to break" Levi X FemReader

THIS IS 18+

Warnings; dom levi, rough facefucking, choking, slight name calling, some slight "forced" towards the end

Synopsis: You'd been teasing your captain one too many times today and he wasn't going to let you get away with it.

Word count: 3.7k

“Come in and close the door.”

You heard from the other side of your captain’s room. Levi’s voice was more stern than usual and his bitter tone ran a shiver down your spine, this couldn’t be good. After a month of secret meetings alone with the captain you two had started somewhat of an affair, behind the scouts backs of course. But today you’d maybe taken it a step too far, blatantly teasing him on the field, bending over in front of him, even eye fucking him in the mess hall. This was the type of behaviour Levi didn’t take lightly and you knew as soon as he’d requested your presence you were in big trouble.

Walking through the door and closing it as instructed you gave your captain a firm salute and a brazen smile to show your fictitious gesture, hoping to lighten up the mood before Levi had at you. But your lame attempt hadn’t worked. Levi was sitting behind his desk, eyes now glaring at you with disdain. “Drop the act you little brat.” His eyebrows scrunched inwards and mouth slightly frowned, his entire face was looking at you with pure anger. You had seen Levi get angry at other scouts for being careless plenty of times and you knew that face like the back of your hand but you didn’t recognise this one and your chest was beginning to tighten.

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about, Levi?”

However scared you were there was something inside you that wanted to push him even further to see how far he’d go. Would he actually hurt you? Someone he’s been sleeping with in secret? This is Levi Ackerman we’re talking about, it’s very possible you’ve misread the entire situation and you are just his plaything.

“I said drop the act. Go face the wall.”

Levi shifted his eyes over to the corner of the room and back at you, signalling where to go, his head then dropped back down to his paperwork.

“I’m sorry… what? You called me in here to face the wall?”

Your questions had interrupted Levi’s paperwork, he froze still with his pen in hand. Without looking up Levi just repeats. “Go face the wall.”

You’re in utter disbelief, this was your punishment? Is he serious? You knew you’d taken it too far today but now he was going to make you face the wall like a schoolgirl.

“Levi, I’m not a child, i-”

Cutting you off he pauses his writing from his paperwork, however this time he looks you dead in the eyes. “I won’t ask again, y/n.”

His steel eyes piercing into your face made your lower half go slightly numb, the fear that was slowly creeping away soon came back. You’d now remembered just who Levi was. Whether or not you felt you had a bond with him he was still your Captain and still one of the coldest people you knew, disobeying him was a stupid idea.

So you did as he said and moved over to the wall, facing directly at it maybe an arms length away you stand still until you hear “No, closer. All the way. I want your nose touching the wall.” Levi spat. Being the brat you are you’d usually have something witty to say, but you just inched closer to the wall, obeying Levi’s command in hopes this little performance would be over sooner. Too afraid to look behind you you could hear Levi still at his desk, signing papers and stacking them one by one. Nothing but the sound of levi’s work filled the room and your patience was wearing thin. You considered you could talk your way out of whatever Levi had planned, slowly turning your head to turn to look at him you open your mouth but before words can come out Levi already clocked your movement and is staring daggers at you.

“Face back to the wall. And hold your hands behind your back.”

The tone in his voice had shifted to something now very dark. You couldn’t understand why but the way his voice loomed over you even from the other side of the room made you rub your thighs together slowly. A warm sensation beginning to grow in your underwear all just over Levi’s instructions. Feeling grateful you were now facing the wall and not him you had just assumed you’d be here until he was done with work and then the punishment would be over.

The sound of Levi’s pen scribbling had stopped. He slowly got up from his chair and walked up behind you. Each footstep taking it’s time on the wooden floorboards beneath you both. With each step your heart started beating a little faster, you didn’t dare look behind in fear of what the Captain would do.

Levi was now a fingers length away from you, he slowly ghosted ever so slightly over your neck. He immediately recognised your sped up breathing pattern and caught the side of your eye to give you a small, low chuckle. Only mocking how easily it took to scare you, and how quickly he could sense it too.

“Where did that brat from earlier go?”

Levi wasn’t touching you yet you’d accumulated a small patch of wetness between the slick of your little cunt that was causing your insides to fire up. You turned your head to the side to face Levi’s

“I’m sorry for earlier, captain, please forgive me.”

You little shit. You knew just how much Levi loved being called captain. You call him it every day infront of everyone but calling him that when you’re both alone drives him crazy but unfortunately for you he’s not quite foolish enough to let your sly attempts at mercy persuade him.

Running his fingers down the arch of your back he delicately grazes his calloused hands over the curve of your clothed ass, his face has now slightly softened but his eyes are still burning into your face. One look at you and he knew what kind of state you were in.

Levi thinks about your almost endearing attempt at calling him captain in hopes for some kind of plea but gazing down at your backside he forgets any kind of deal.

He methodically and without any hesitation removed each and every one of your straps connected to your uniform, lifting up your arms which were still placed behind your back to help him unbuckle everything he needed to and placing everything neatly on the chair next to him. The colour of your cheeks now a rosy glow, you feel your heartbeat in your throat.

“Levi, please, I was only kidding today. It won't happen again, you’ve made your point. I’m sorry.”

Levi doesn’t seem to register your whines. He continues removing the belt on your trousers. Now loose they begin to sag down slowly past your hips, falling down to the bottom of your thighs revealing your cotton panties.Your hands now desperately fumbling to pull them back up, the humiliation of having Levi see the wet patch between your legs leaves you hopelessly begging for another deal.

“Please, Sir, I apologise for my insubordination earlier and it won't happen again, ever.”

Levi stepped back to watch you try and pull your trousers up for a short moment, his eyes darting from your face back down to your ass cheeks. Folding his arms he gives an almost unnoticeable grin, “Sir now is it?”. He just shook his head in amazement at your once again. pitiful attempt at some kind of plea. His nonchalonce to your begging only made you finally come to the realisation he wasn’t listening.

Turning to Levi with your back now against the wall he places one hand flat on the wall next to your head and the other he traces his index finger in a slow, swirling motion around your collarbones, making way down to your clothed breasts.

“You know I hate desperate little runts like you, y/n. Messing with me all day… now we’re alone you get all sheepish.”

His eyes followed the finger used to drive you over the edge, rubbing around your clothed nipple. Eyes wide on him you started to rub your thighs together slow enough he wouldn’t notice, but he did, because he notices every little detail your body gives off. Now cupping your breast he leans into your neck,

“Fucking cocktease.”

Squeezing tight you let out a moan, now desperate for his touch. The other evenings with Levi hadn’t gone like this before, this was the first time you’d landed yourself in trouble and this new feeling of humiliation made you question your sanity, why were you so fucking wet?

Squeezing your thighs together Levi pulls himself back and looks you up and down.

“Enough of that, remove your clothes.”

You paused for a brief moment, you wasn’t sure if Levi was instructing you to get naked for sex or something else and the idea frightened you, but Levi’s anger terrified you more.

You removed the remainder of your clothes, dropping them in front of you and pushing them aside with your foot. You held your hands together in front of your exposed cunt while keeping your eyes glued to the floor. Levi went across the room and brought back a chair, dragging it across the floorboards. He placed it in front of you and sat down, legs crossed and arms folded. He was now looking up at your glowing face. He paused for a moment, taking in every inch of your body, watching you tremble with just his eyes on you. Your breasts were slightly squeezed together where you were desperately holding on to your nether region for fear of letting on just how fucked up you were.

“Sir… no, Captain… no, no, Levi, I mean- Please tell me what you want?”

The corner of Levi’s mouth turned slightly upwards, hiding just how hot he was getting seeing you so coy he quickly returned to his more authoritative stare. Moving his crossed legs slightly on the chair to adjust his now growing member.

“You’re going to remove your hands and hold them behind your back. Like I said originally, brat.”

Your head bowed, you moved your eyes up to meet his and let whatever you were feeling take over. There was no use begging or whining.

“OK…”

Levi cocked his head and raised and eyebrow, voice slightly louder than before,

“OK, what..?”

“OK, sir.”

Not wanting to anger him anymore you stood up straight and did as he said. Your captain was not a patient man but when it came to watching you go bright red under his gaze, he could leave you hanging for as long as he pleased.

Now staring at your exposed cunt Levi's eyes turned glossy for a moment from being unable to blink, getting transfixed over your glistening folds, watching a small dribble run to the tip of your thigh. Clenching into nothing you were working yourself up even more, being so humiliated made you so desperate for levi to fuck you. Now watching him see just how wet you are you were hoping for some kind of release.

Still sitting he reached an arm out behind your thigh and pulled you closer to him, now eye level with your navel. He took two fingers and slowly felt the opening of your wetness, running down in between your folds. He pulls back and glances at his now coated fingers.

“Tch. Disgusting.” Levi mocked, his tone defying his true feelings for your body.

He comes back and this time uses both hands to spread you open slightly and inspect you almost clinically. He notices how you’re still tensing your pussy onto nothing but your walls, working up the warmth and only becoming more soaked. With one hand keeping you spread, he slowly moves two fingers on his other hand in circular motions over your clit, letting out a whine you start to move your hips onto his fingers desperate for more friction.

“Stop moving.” He instructed, your body tensing up, the hair touching the back of your neck now getting stuck to your skin where you’ve worked yourself up into a small sweat. You did as he said and halted.

Rubbing over your bundle of nerves he stands up, face to face with you, and cautiously puts a hand around your throat. Applying some light pressure you start to moan into his face, his lips brush against your warm cheek

“Is this what you wanted?”

His voice makes your knees go weak as his breath rains through your ear. He licks the side of your neck and tightens the grip on your throat.

“Yes, yes this is what i-”

Shoving his two fingers inside your sloppy cunt he starts finger fucking you, keeping you in place with his strong grip held tightly around your neck.

“I asked you a question cadet.”

Not giving in he speeds up. Inserting a third finger and stretching out your eager hole.

“Yes Sir, this is what I wanted.”

Giving everything you have to keep your eyes focused on your captain you start to feel a warm sensation rise to your head, your cunt clenching over his fingers mercilessly slamming into you. Getting harder to breathe, Levi feels your impending orgasm and uses his grip around his throat to slam you into the wall, his three fingers fucking you so hard you hardly notice you’re unable to breathe properly. The sound of his knuckles slapping against your folds is overtaken by your desperate moans and pleas to cum. Feeling the coil in your stomach your body starts to shake,

“Yes, yes, please, I’m going to cu-”

Without hesitation Levi pulls his fingers out of you and removes his hand from your neck, stepping back.

Jerking your body from the release you gulp in the air, panting and hunching over. The sick fuck refused to let you cum, he’d brought you all the way to the edge and left you there.

Pulling a handkerchief out of his pocket he wipes away the cum you’d spilled onto his hands, meticulously getting everything off and placing it back. He puts both hands in his pockets and gives a small, devious smile your way.

“Levi, what the fuck was that?”

Your heated face from earlier now getting hot with rage, your anger leaving you completely dissatisfied, you grasp and his shirt, looking up at him begging for more. Flinging your arms around his neck and pulling your body onto his clothed torso you moan in his ear, you’re so needy and cock hungry.

“Please, please, you know what I want, you know exactly what I want, I'll be good.” You cry out, frantically smothering his neck with sloppy kisses, running your fingers through his hair.

He takes his hands out of his pockets and gives out a moody hum, as if contemplating your desperate whines. Even Levi couldn’t help himself with you, seeing you so pathetic was making his cock twitch in his pants and he needed some release himself.

“Alright brat, calm down. Be good and you’ll get what you want.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Levi grabs your hair at the back of your head and forces you down on your knees, unbuttoning his trousers he releases his thick cock, still not fully hard but stiff enough for it to bounce up a little. Your mouth starts to water just at the sight of it, making you thrust your hips into the air for some kind of release. Gaping your mouth and sticking your tongue out you look up at him like a hungry dog at its owner. But the strength he held on your hair was forcing you back just by the tip.

Pulling on his strength you slowly brought yourself just close enough so your tongue could touch the tip, lapping up the salty precum that was dribbling out of his pink head.

“Is this what you wanted?”

His fistful of your hair using your head to tease you, moving it back and forth from his cock. He loves watching you get so weak and whiny for him, his face now turning into a more cocky expression. Eyes wide on him, begging for it, he slams his cock into your mouth, not holding back he uses his other hand to take grip of your hair, fucking your face so fast you barely have time to breathe. He keeps a motion of in and out, in and out for as long as he can before he sees your eyes light up, and your hands flail up to his thighs, indicating you need air. He lets you take a few deep breaths before he’s back to skullfucking you.

Your drool pooling down the base of his cock and dribbling down to your chest, you let out muffled noises that make Levi pull his head back and give out a deep grunt.Your wet mouth has brought him close but he isn’t finished with you.

He pulls out and looks down at your cute, sloppy face. Smiling up at him you swallow all the spit in your mouth and open wide for him to enter again, ready for him to continue using you as his little slut.

Levi loved how wild his cock made you, looking down at you with pure amazement in his face he loves how ready you are for him at all times, being able to take his full length and happily forfeiting your own breathing just for a drop of his cum.

He lets go of your hair and orders you to bend over the desk, which you of course oblige to. Hastily moving your body from the ground your excitement makes you almost fall over. Getting into your usual position on the desk, Levi removes his clothes, his cock still rock hard however he takes the time to place his clothes in a folded placement on the chair.

“You’re a fucking runt, you know that?”

Levis ghosts behind you and whispers in your ear, the words making your entire body melt. His wet cock lightly brushing your ass cheek. Using his hand to guide himself inside your pulsating cunt his teases the tip, followed by him calmly entering his full length inside you, stretching your walls to accommodate him. Levi loved being rough but he always knew to take it slow on the first few thrusts with you.

You let out a loud moan, pushing back into him to signal you were ok, your dripping cunt was so greedy for him.

“Fuck.. that feels so good. Fuck, fuck, fuck..”

Your voice breathy and low, causing Levi to snake his hand around your body, squeezing your breast in his hand and using the other on your hip to position you just right on his cock. He pulls the entire length out and slams into you with no reluctance, thrusting in and out of your longing hole and pinching and twisting your erect nipple. His grip on your hip tightening as his movement in you was speeding up, sweat forming on his brow as he was working himself up into you, using your body as his own fucktoy.

Your cries were filling his office, getting louder and louder, the occasional sensation of his soft balls slapping on your clit was building the knot in your stomach, feeling a warm sensation you clench around his cock and gasp in the air, your walls pulsating on his member you arch your back up on to him and let him continue you fucking out your orgasm.

Your head drops back onto his neck, the hand that was used to toy with your nipple delicately finds its way gently around your neck, Levi looks at you and pulls you in for a deep and sloppy kiss, still keeping his pace your eyes look to his in pure bliss giving him a toothy grin, you’d gotten exactly what you wanted and he knew it, Levi couldn’t hide his smile from you much longer and went to ravage the groove of your neck,

“You little shit.”

He gave you what you wanted but he wasn’t done with you just yet, and he wasn’t letting you leave without a cunt full of cum. He quit the cute shit and forced you back down on the table, your cheek now slammed on the wood of the desk, his hand on your face keeping you there. His cock aching inside you he used your dripping hole for his own pleasure, ignoring your staggered whines when he went too deep. Get much rougher with you your cunt couldn’t take anymore, unable to move your head up from the desk or even your body from off of him you were forced to stay in place and let him finish

“Ugh.. Sir, please cum inside me.”

A tear forming out the corner of your eye from the overwhelming pain your guts were receiving fell down the side of your face. Levi now approaching his orgasm kept himself deep inside you, his whole body tensing and his hand tightening the grip on your poor face.

“Shit…”

His hot seed unravelled itself inside you, painting your insides. He stayed inside you for a brief moment while his cock started to soften and he could catch his breath, his hand slowly releasing pressure on your face.

In no time at all he was putting his clothes back on, buttoning up his shirt while you were fumbling on the ground finding your clothes, so tired you’d forgotten where everything was.

Giving each other space to clothe yourselves you sat on the chair, still slightly out of breath you let your head fall back, a quiet laugh starting to crawl out of your mouth.

“I always get what I want, Captain.”

Levi was always going to give you what you wanted, although he was humanities strongest he still couldn’t control himself around you. Composing himself and wiping down his shirt he walked towards you, your brazzen smile beaming into his face. Pulling himself down to you, hand on the back of your chair, nose to nose his cold grey eyes scanning you,

“I always knew you were a little brat. Some brats just need some discipline.”

“And I suppose you’ll be the one to do the disciplining, huh captain?”

Your cocky face and snide remarks made Levi look at you like a challenge. He’d broken many brats in his time and he was happy to break you.

[johnsamericano]

Can do a fic about dilf doyoung is your Father's friend but u have a secret relationship with him them one day he got you preggo so u moved in with him plsssss also put a lot of smut shshshhshsh pls I hope you read this.

Hi there! My requests are currently closed but I can never resist writing dilf!Doyoung so you’re lucky. There's not THAT much smut in this because I wanted to make it as realistic as possible. Hope you like it!

warnings: dirty talking, sex, language, use of the name daddy, spanking, unexpected pregnancy, age gap.

“What’s the meaning of this invitation, Mr. Kim?” You inquired, walking past the front door with a gym bag hanging from your shoulder. “It's not every day you invite me to a private swimming party.”

“Very funny.” He welcomed you with a hug, his warm, naked chest pressed against your covered one. “Jeno’s out with his friends. He won't come back until tomorrow.”

“Aw, but where's the fun in that? I wanted to be with him.” That response earned you a slap in the ass, hard enough to serve as a warning not to keep testing his patience.

“Get changed. I'll wait for you in the hot tub.”

You locked yourself in the nearest bathroom, quickly yanking off your clothes to replace them with a baby blue bikini. You knew how much he loved the matching set, not as much as taking it off you, of course.

Wanting to make him wait for a while longer, you neatly folded your clothes and placed them over your sleeping wear inside the bag you'd brought with you.

“Took you long enough.” He was sitting inside the water, his arms spread wide as he gave you a less than amused look. “Come here.”

Despite how dominant he might look on the outside, he never managed to fool you. As soon as you were between his arms, your face was guaranteed to be covered with kisses from his soft lips.

“I missed you this past few weeks.” His wet thumb traced figures over your arm, avoiding looking into your eyes. “Why haven't you visited?”

Your fingers played with the small, grey hairs covering the nape of his neck.

“It's getting harder to hide it from Jeno, and I know if he ever found out, our friendship would be over. I don't wanna lose him.”

“He’ll find out, better sooner than later.” The look on your face must've given away your thoughts. “What? Did you think this was just something casual?”

“I mean...” His jaw dropped, arms falling into the water with a splash. “Look, you have to understand me. We started right after your wife left, I thought you were using me to forget her. And I didn't mind-”

“Using you?” Just a few millimeters and his eyebrows would be touching. “Have you always thought so low of me?”

“Doyoung...”

“I want a future with you, y/n. Not just an occasional fuck but an actual relationship, and if you don't feel the same about me, then we might as well end things here.” This was the first time you'd seen him mad, with his whole face red from anger and the warmth of the jacuzzi, he looked as if he were about to explode.

“Of course I do. But it's complicated.” The red shade tinting his cheeks and ears, slowly faded. “No one would accept our relationship, for starters.”

“I couldn't care less about other’s opinions.”

In less than a second, his lips crashed against yours, hard. But there was a hint of sweetness in his wild movements, the way his hands caressed your back while his tongue worked its way inside your mouth aggressively.

“Already so eager?” He asked as your heat rubbed itself against his clothed cock. “Not here.”

“What...?”

The muscles in his legs tensed as he stood up with you still between his arms. He was strong, for a man of his age, of course.

“I’m afraid that I've been fucking you the wrong way, which might have been the reason for you to have the wrong idea about us.” Leaving a trail of water drops behind you, you climbed up the stairs leading to the second floor, where his room was located. “Scratch that. No more fucking, from now on, I'm gonna make love to you.”

“Have you always been this cheesy?” Your feet touched the floor as he removed his hands from below your thighs, slightly pushing you until the back of your knees touched the mattress.

“Don’t make me change my mind and spank that pretty ass.”

“Rude.” You let yourself fall on the fresh comforter, dragging him down with you.

“Take your clothes off for me, won't you?” He busied himself pulling down his swimming trunks while you struggled with the knot keeping your bra in place. “Such a silly, little girl. Can't do anything without her daddy, can her?”

“Please.” Even though you hated being humiliated, your core didn't seem to bother. His degrading words only caused your essence to form an even larger patch on your bikini. “Doyoung...”

“Fine.” His cock was standing proudly, his tip dripping with small beads of precum. “On your knees and turn around.”

He worked through the knots as fast as his trembling fingers allowed him to. His mouth was aching to say the special words he'd been keeping to himself for a while now, but he didn't have enough courage yet.

“Ready.” The straps fell down your arms, tickling the skin as they slid.

You took the last piece of your suit off, finally allowing your body to be consumed by the humidity of the summer evening. Doyoung was quicker to enter you than usual. No teasing, just lovemaking as he’d promised earlier.

“You’re so warm.” His lips were attached to your collarbone, sucking to leave a mark big enough for everyone to see. “Your little cunt takes me so well. No one else could make me feel as good as you do.”

With his hips pistoning your hole, your fingers found their way to the nape of his neck, dancing over the tender skin. The way you were looking at each other, so intimate and full of affection, had the words he'd been wanting to say rushing out of his lips.

“I love you.” His movements faltered as if waiting for you to give him any type of answer.

“What’s with that scared face?” You giggled, every inch of your skin flushed with embarrassment and desire. “I love you too.” He loved how young you made him feel, like a silly teenager confessing to his crush only to find out his feelings were reciprocated.

His thrusts resumed, this time slower, deeper, making sure you felt every single ridge and vein of his cock. His length caressed your walls oh so deliciously, bringing you closer and closer to your high. Until someone had to ruin it.

“Dad, where are you?” In a rush, Doyoung pulled out, not even noticing how his seed spilled out of your hole. Fear had taken over the pleasure.

“Get in the bathroom, he probably just forgot something. Don't worry.”

As he'd said, Jeno was quick to leave. Not even ten minutes later, Doyoung was back in his room, announcing Jeno’s little getaway got extended.

“So that means, you can stay for a while longer. Only if you want of course.” The bathtub was filling with warm water and bubbles he'd added. “Or we can go on our own trip, whatever you want.” You felt at ease between his arms, his heartbeat lulling you to sleep.

Who would've thought you'd be losing your mind a few weeks later because of the same man that had given you so much peace before.

“How could you forget to wear protection?!”

“Don't treat me as if I were the only one responsible for this situation.” You hid your face between the warmth of your palms, supporting the side of your head against the window. “Look at me, baby.”

You shook your head, tears starting to slip between your fingers.

“I’m here for you, darling. Whatever you want to do, I'll fully support you.” His thumb traced the shape of the shell of your ear.

“I don't know what I want to do.”

“We still have time to help you figure things out, okay?” There was a certain sadness to his tone, almost as if his hopes were vanishing.

He didn't want to get rid of it, but being pregnant was a burden that you'd have to carry alone as much as he tried to help. It was your choice and only yours.

“I want to have it, but I don't even have a job or economical support. My parents would kill me if they found out. And Jeno, oh boy, he'd have a heart attack.”

“You have me, y/n. And even though I can't do anything about other people's reactions, I'll always be by your side.”

Doyoung wasn't lying. He walked you through every step, even assumed part of the responsibility when talking to your parents, who didn't react as badly as you'd foreseen.

“Just make sure you're making the right choice.” They'd said.

Jeno was the last person to find out.

“Oh, hey y/n. Were you waiting for me?” He dropped the sports bag right in front of de door.

“We have to tell you something.”

“We?” The look on his face was almost comical as if life had been sucked out of his handsome features.

“Yes, we.” Doyoung laced his fingers with yours, tightly locking your hands together.

His father explained the situation calmly, making sure to use the right words to avoid scaring him away. By the time he was done, Jeno was just staring at you with an emotionless face.

“Jeno?” Your heart dropped at the thought of losing your friend. “Say something, please.”

“You want me to say something?”

There was a small, dramatic pause to add some tension to his words. But the mood lightened as soon as his eyes became crescent moons.

“Bold of you to assume I wasn't aware of your little relationship.” He giggled. “It's okay, guys. You're both adults and I trust you know what you're doing.”

“What the hell is going on?” Your thoughts slipped out of your mouth.

“Thank you, Jeno.” Doyoung mouthed, squeezing your shoulder.

“Man, I always wanted a little brother.” He walked up to you, wrapping his arms around you and his father's neck.

“I rather have a girl this time.”

“Should I call you mom?” Jeno teasingly asked, poking the back of your head.

“Try me.”

(...)

As you folded your clothes and placed them in your new closet, the sun started setting. The light sound of sizzling could be heard from the room, probably Doyoung cooking dinner.

“Y/n!” He shouted from downstairs. “Come help me set the table.”

“Coming!” You set aside the remaining boxes. There were not many clothes left to unpack, so you could finish after eating.

You tiptoed on your way downstairs, accomplishing to scare him with a surprise back hug.

“Stop, you could've burnt yourself.” He scolded, undoing your hug only to quickly pull you by his side moments later.

“Is it me or are you getting a little too overprotective?”

“Am not!” His eyebrows quivered like they did every time he lied.

“Really? Then why haven't we had sex ever since you found out I was pregnant?” Your hand teasingly traced figures on his lower abdomen, a little too close to the stove he was using.

“You’re gonna get burnt.” Once again, he tried to push you away, but your hand remained in the same position. “Baby...”

“Uh-uh, you're not gonna sweet-talk your way out. Why won't you touch me anymore? Have I lost my charm or something?”

“What? No!” He turned off the stove, completely turning to his side to face you. “I just don't wanna hurt the baby.”

“Bullshit. You know it's still safe to do it, you already had one son, for god's sake.” Your arms were crossed over your slightly swollen mounds. “I want the truth.”

“I’m telling you the truth...” There was no nervous quiver from his eyebrows, but his tone was less than convincing.

“The whole truth, Doyoung.”

There was no way out, he had to tell you what he'd been trying to hurry at the back of his head for weeks now.

“I can't stop thinking that the only reason we became official is because of this baby, and I'm afraid if you lose it, I'll lose you as well.” It seemed as if your roles had reversed, as if he was the youngest, the most immature.

“Idiot.” You flicked his forehead with anger, later pulling him into a bear hug. “Get those stupid ideas out of your little head or I'll have to slap them out of you.”

“Rude much.”

“I told you once before we found out about the baby...” Your lips were achingly close to his, ready to kiss those soft, pink pillows. “I love you.”

Your eyes were stuck on his lips, too busy to notice how his eyes started sparkling, the edge of them trying to contain his tears. After a while, you looked up, his nostalgic expression puzzling you.

“I’m sorry, it's the hormones.” He sniffled.

“That's not how pregnancy works, honey.”

[regencyslxt]

Time Will Tell

1225 words.

Mr Darcy x Bennet!reader

Imagine meeting Mr Darcy for the first time and him being lost for words.

Public balls were never an enjoyment for Fitzwilliam Darcy, and although he did not physically cling to Mr Bingley there was always that sense of dread and anxiety when he would leave to dance with one of the many beautiful ladies in the room. He wouldn’t ever outwardly admit that he found the women he was introduced to attractive; his rough demeanour would not allow it. Which is why when Charles brought you and your sister over to his secluded circle, he found himself providing short answers and showing very little interest to try and scare you away.

Your sister Jane was enamoured by Mr Bingley as soon as they laid eyes on one another, and quite frankly it frightened you. How could a person have so much adoration for another in such a short time? You did not believe in love at first sight, instead you believe that love develops over time, no matter how slow or fast, it takes more than just a single instance.

When Jane made her way towards you after her 2nd or maybe 3rd dance with Mr Bingley that evening, you couldn’t help but notice a certain look in her eye. It was much like the look your mother gets when she hears ‘single’, ‘wealthy’ and ‘man’ in the same sentence and this alone causes your stomach to twist in fear.

Your hands grew clammy as you noticed the direction Jane was dragging you. You made eye contact with Mr Bingley as you approached him and his two companions for the evening and sent a gentle smile his way. He introduced you to his sister Caroline, who did nothing to hide her disdain for you as she looked you up and down. Mr Darcy however was in awe. Not many people could force him into silence however, he feared that anything he said would make him look like a fool in front of you. That was not a chance he was willing to take, so instead he opted for the safer option and nodded his head towards you with a polite, “Miss Bennet.”

His voice was soothing, not too deep to the point it became unnerving but not quite high enough to be deemed unmasculine either. His acknowledgement of you was one of the only moments you managed to hear it as he did his best to end the conversation as quickly as possible. It was only when your other sister Elizabeth joined you that it was made clear he was not one for enjoying other’s company, especially when he did not know half of the people around him. Elizabeth’s arrival caused the previous chatter, despite their being very little, to cease.

…..

Both of your sisters shared very different opinions about the company you had shared earlier that evening with Jane being utterly smitten by Mr Bingley and Elizabeth expresses how she found Mr Darcy pompous and arrogant. It did not take long before you were growing annoyed at your sister’s lack of filter regarding her thoughts.

“Elizabeth, could you be a dear and fetch me a lemonade? I would go myself but my feet are killing me from all the dancing…”

She glances at you seemingly unconvinced but nonetheless she makes her way towards the refreshments table leaving you and Jane alone. As you chatted amongst yourselves, you could not help but eavesdrop on the conversation between the two gentlemen barely 10 feet away. Thankful that they had not noticed either of you.

“Come on Darcy, you cannot tell me not one lady has caught your eye this evening.”

“I’m afraid you seemed to be dancing with the only pretty woman here.”

You look at Jane as she sips her drink entranced by the music playing in the hall, blissfully unaware of the ache your heart seems to be suffering.

“Oh please, what about her sister Elizabeth she is rather pleasing, no?”

“She is pleasing, but not nearly handsome enough to tempt me.”

“What about Y/N? She is a timid thing but very beautiful no doubt.”

He stayed silent. An unnoticeable blush spreading beneath his collar.

You suddenly choked on your drink causing them to both turn your way as Jane patted your back. You took that as a sign to leave, too embarrassed to spare a glance their way. As you rushed towards the exit, gloves and purse in hand, you could not help the tears that made their way to your eyes. Never have you humiliated yourself as much as you did just then. It left an awful feeling in your stomach one you could not seem to shake and one that only got worse when you heard a voice calling out for you.

“Miss Bennet! Miss Bennet wait!”

You hastily wiped the tears that had fallen and turned towards the voice. Your eyes widened slightly as you took in the sight of Mr Darcy rushing towards you.

“Mr Darcy.” You nod.

“I believe I owe you an apology sir. I had not meant to be so rude.”

“No, you do not owe me anything. However, I do owe you an explanation of some sorts.”

“For what? You have done nothing wrong.”

“I do not want you to think my silence was one of distaste. It was merely just a moment in which I was too caught up remembering the honour I had of being in your company this evening. For you Miss Y/N Bennet have been one of the very few reasons I have enjoyed tonight.”

Your words seem to betray you as you are left silently gazing at the man before you. The blush in his neck spreading towards the tips of his ears causing you to smile.

“I do not know what to say.”

“Then say nothing. Just accept my invitation for you and your sister Jane to join myself and Mr Bingley for tea tomorrow at Netherfield. I am sure he will be the most enthused to see your sister.”

“Very well then, I accept.”

“Fantastic. Now, if you do not mind, I would like to accompany you back inside for it is becoming rather chilly and I fear your gloves will be less than useful at fighting the cold.”

He offers you his arm as you both make your way inside. The warmth eases the nipping of your fingers and you begin in the direction of Jane who has struck up yet another conversation with the Bingley siblings.

“Oh Y/N,” she speaks softly as she notices you. She grasps your hands and pulls you towards her.

“Are you alright?”

“I am fine sister.” You chuckle.

“I was just asking Miss Bennet here, if the both of you would be willing to join Mr Bingley and I for tea tomorrow afternoon.”

“What a great idea Darcy.” Bingley expresses as his smile widens.

“It would be our pleasure Mr Darcy.” Jane adds and smirks at you.

…..

As the clock strikes 10, you and your sister bid farewell to both Mr Darcy and Mr Bingley as well as Miss Bingley and make your way towards the rest of your family. You collect your shawl from your mother whose inquiries about your conversation with Mr Darcy go unentertained. You all head towards the carriages and the journey home is filled with thoughts of the one man whose heart you hope time brings you.