#what an insane flex lmao

[4giorno]

i just realised if i get baizhu i can swap my flex for him and swap shinobu for raiden in my haitham team 🤯

[mbat]

sometimes i wish WoW would make a show that just kinda goes back to the beginning and tells the story in a way thats way more accessible than trying to navigate a game thats stuck in various capsules of time from the last 20 years (not to mention lore thats in completely other games or other mediums entirely)

and since theyd have so much to go over, they wouldnt exactly run into the issue of hitting the present unless they were spitting out the stories at a concerningly fast rate lol

and that idk every season or few seasons is the expansions or games or idfk like it would be a lot more to consider but like, actually giving the stories the time they would take to be told yknow. and it would kinda work since a lot of the stuff that happens is pretty interconnected anyway.

and it would also let them probably try to fix some story stuff people didnt like lol

obv it would be way more complicated than just 1:1 translating it over, cause telling a story made for a game is much different than telling a story in the form of a show

also since the player character is often meant to be part of the story, i wonder if theyd have to make a character(characters?) for it, or if theyd find a way around it since that would be, imo, a big topic to try to write in. like theres a lot more decisions there than just making a guy and plopping them into the narrative

also i would NOT want it to be live action or even realistic animation lol i would want it to be stylized animation ONLY. especially since they have a good art style going in the game, at least i think so. ive heard people say that it looks bad, but i really dont see how. if its expensive though, i can understand if that wasnt the route taken

idk i have a lot of thoughts, not to mention its not like shows based on games are seen as the worst thing ever anymore with things like the success of arcane, though theyre obviously very different games and would be very different shows

also they did try to make a movie. i never saw it, and i saw some pretty mixed reviews on it, but the point is that they did try to tell a story in that sortve way before, though they were waaay too expensive about it with the movie LOL. also again, a movie and a show are still very different ways of writing a story

[themultifanshipper]

Yes, two fully grown adults can go trick or treating in silly halloween costumes, thank you very much.

What wasn't okay however, was that Charles was walking around SHIRTLESS in a fucking SKIRT.

Part of my Halloween event!

Warnings: blood, smut, sub Charles, the inherent eroticism of men covered in their own blood, minor injury, temperature play

Also real ones will get the very obvious reference to another popular fic of mine lmao

He'd jumped at the idea of going trick or treating with you, after all, you two didn't get to spend much time together between races, and he loved candy.

 BUT, Charles had decided to dig out his old Prema Gladiator costume (yeah, you know the one) and the top part didn't fit anymore because of how much more muscle he'd got since those days.

So there he fucking stood, in all his oiled up glory, looking like a whore!

He knew exactly what he was doing as well, every time you rang a doorbell he would flex his abs to give the ‘maximum effect’, as he put it.

So to say you were riled up was an understatement.

On one hand, you got to ogle your almost naked boyfriend as much as you liked, but on the other, so did everybody else.

You were a goddess next to him, literally because you were dressed up as a goddess, but you had chosen a dress that didn't show off too much specifically because you knew Charles would get insanely jealous.

Yeah, you might as well have dressed as Bobo the fucking clown.

He was driving you insane in two different ways.

First off he was making you angry, because he was flexing and lowkey flirting on purpose to make you mad.

But the problem was that he was also making you incredibly horny.

His thick thighs wrapped in that thin faux-leather skirt, his oiled up (why the fuck did he oil himself up??) torso on display, his nipples peaking from the cold air of the night.

You were going to lose it before the end of the night, you were certain.

But apart from your inner turmoil, your evening was going great.

Even little kids were giving you candy from their baskets, because they thought you two looked so cool.

“I'm going to kill you when we get home” you said as you wrapped an arm around his waist.

He chuckled “And why is that, love of my life?”

Yeah, he was laying it on thick now, the bastard.

“Because I had to dress modestly to protect your ego and you decided to dress like a whole slut, baby”

He grinned at you, poking your side playfully.

“You are just jealous that the last woman asked for my number, in front of you”

“Okay, I'm going to go back and say yes to her, then”

You gasped mockingly “I am not.”

He suddenly turned around and started walking back in the direction of where you'd just come from.

“Don’t you dare!” you laughed, as you ran after him.

He was quicker though and he sprinted down the road as you struggled to keep up.

“I'll see you later, I guess. I don't know what time I will be home!” he called back, turning his head to laugh at your slower pace.

“Charles Leclerc, you come back here!”

It was a lot of fun bantering and running around like children again.

Until disaster struck.

He hadn't been looking where he was going as he ran around, baiting you into chasing him.

And, well, there's no way of saying this that isn't objectively hilarious.

Charles Leclerc, world famous formula 1 driver, man of immeasurable dexterity and coordination, ran face first into a telephone pole.

You thought he was joking at first, trying to be funny or something as he clutched his face.

But as you caught up you saw blood and immediately worried over him.

He was hunched over so you pulled his hands away to inspect the damage.

Blood was pouring out of his nose and, somehow, he'd also managed to bust his lip. Nothing too serious.

“Are you okay, baby?” you said, just a hint of mocking in your voice.

He pouted, then hissed in pain as he realised that was not a good idea with a busted lip.

“Do I look okay?” he asked.

You almost laughed at how whiny he sounded.

“No broken teeth so yeah, I think you're good”

He shot you an unimpressed look and you smirked.

“Come on drama queen let's get you home and mop up all this blood.”

And there was a lot of it.

It was dripping down his face onto his chest and running down his abs…

You hated seeing him in pain but, as you watched a drop roll down his stomach, you had to admit it was kind of hot.

And to be honest, it also kind of completed the whole Gladiator look.

You can’t really know in advance that seeing a man vulnerable and covered in blood is going to make you horny.

By the time you got home Charles's pain had gone down a little bit and the bleeding had stopped, so he let you sit on his lap while you disinfected his lip.

It just happens, and then you have to live with it.

He whined in pain when the spray hit the cut.

“You need to stop making those kinds of noises or I’m going to have to kiss you and make it worse”

Charles' eyebrows shot up in surprise.

You grinned as you got off his lap and went to get an ice pack for his nose.

“Don't move” you ordered “If you're a good boy I'll give you a blowjob to make you feel better”

You walked out and Charles was bewildered, to say the least.

You were horny? Now?

While you grabbed the ice pack out of the freezer he pulled his costume off, leaving him in his already tented underwear (he is but a simple man after all).

Not that he was complaining. Seb had taught him “never say no to a good blowie”.

You handed him the pack and looked him up and down.

You'll never figure out how you managed to get such a hot man to love you.

You cradled his jaw in your palm and he whimpered as the coldness of the ice made contact with his swollen nose.

“I’m going to ride you instead”

“I've changed my mind” you declared, and Charles looked like a kicked puppy, thinking you weren't up for sex anymore.

You slipped out of your drees and dropped it somewhere to your left as you looked at Charles seductively.

His cock twitched and you smirked, helping him lay down sideways on the couch as you slid his underwear off.

You’d been soaked since he ran into the pole (you were probably going to hell for that) so the slide was delicious as you straddled his hips and sank down on him slowly.

The lack of prep made him feel huge inside you and you moaned when his hips bucked involuntarily.

Once you were ready, you lifted off of him and slowly sank back down again.

The drag of his cock against your walls was pure heaven as you hadn't had time to fully indulge in your boyfriend since he'd been back.

You started a slow but demanding pace as you rode him exactly as he liked, and his hand flew to your hip to help ground himself.

Your hands went to his bloody chest to help stabilize you and you ended up smearing the blood further all over his skin.

“You're so hot like this, baby” you purred, Charles was already half gone, completely caught up in the pleasure of your tight cunt around him.

“Charles look at me”

He did. Those sea green eyes gazed at you heatedly as you bounced on him as if your life depended on it.

He was still holding the ice pack to his face with his other hand, and you decided to rip the corner off and take an ice cube out.

His confusion was evident on his face, but you just grinned evilly at him as you swirled the ice around one of his nipples.

He half yelped, half whined as it made contact, the cold making him shiver.

You ran the cube down his abs, following the trail of blood and smearing it even more, before going back up and teasing his other nipple with it until it melted completely.

His hips twitched involuntarily as his head swam with lust at your actions and when you leant down to suck on one of his nipples he cried out.

The heat of your mouth straight after the cold ice sent his body into overdrive and he started mumbling and begging you for release.

You felt pretty on edge yourself so you brought a hand down to circle your clit expertly while mouthing at Charles' other nipple.

“I'm not stopping you Charles, come for me if that's what you need” you mumbled against his skin and that was it for him.

His hips slammed into yours as he orgasmed, making you see stars as you reached your own peak and you rode each other's highs out like that, hips rolling against each other until you were sated.

“I think we both need a shower now” he said and you giggled as he lifted you up effortlessly and walked you over to the bathroom, him still inside you to avoid leaking cum all over the place.

The hot water of the shower stung his wounds, but it washed away all the blood and cum from your bodies as you basked in the heat together.

Once you were both thoroughly cleaned up, he carried you to bed and and curled up behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle and kissing your cheek goodnight.

“I love you” you mumbled sleepily after a couple of minutes.

“I love you too” his low grumble sounded behind you as he drifted in and out of sleep “and all your weird fucking kinks”

You both giggled like children and he squeezed you tightly. He was never letting go of you, even if it meant running into a few telephone poles now and then.

[diorsluv]

die for you , part 1

“ swear i couldn’t sleep a wink last night ”

series m. list next chapter

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next chapter notes ) your bitch is back with a trevor au and this time it’s gonna be irl + smau because i was fucking STRUGGLING with feather.. and also i’m thinking of the nickname being lacey because i think it’s just so cute and also i got a whole backstory and all… 😈 but regarding ilia malinin and all of my favorite dallas stars.. yall might have to know some stars and figure skating lore for this one but i don’t really think it’s gonna affect the plot of the story or the story itself (you just might not know who anyone is 😭😭) as always if you wanna be tagged, just comment or dm me!!

[lucysarah-c]

Not in season? Pt. 2

Summary: Winter had settled in, and the scouts were busy training and preparing for the prospects of spring, still far away, to retake Wall Maria. Despite the snow accumulating outside, the building was freezing cold, and the world had secluded itself until the temperature rose. So, why was Captain Levi boiling in his own body? Something felt off, but his mind was quickly slipping into insanity as he tried to find a rational explanation.

Part 1!! Author note:: I've had this idea for so long… Omegaverse is my guilty pleasure, and I decided to treat myself with it. I'm self-conscious about my smut, so… practice makes perfect. That's it. In case I forget any warning or tag, feel free to remind me. Pairing: Levi x fem! reader. Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Levi Ackerman, Top Levi Ackerman, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mating Bites, Mating Bond, Possessive Levi Ackerman, Possessive Sex, Possessive Behavior, Knotting, Dubious Consent, Rough Sex, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Multiple Orgasms, Smut, Breeding, Forced breeding, Biting, Breeding Kink, dubcon, Unplanned Pregnancy, Pregnancy Kink, Forced Pregnancy, Unsafe Sex, Nurse reader, Alpha Levi x Omega reader, Captain Levi Ackerma, Captain Levi x Nurse Reader, Dirty talk, Explicit Language, Explicit Sexual Content, Alpha Hange Zoë, Alpha/Omega, Alpha Erwin Smith, Alpha Eren Yeager, Alpha Jean Kirstein, Alpha Mikasa Ackerman. Omegaverse. Word count: 10.8k You had been warned lmao

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Time—time was needed, whether it be a refreshing shower or a bucket of snow from outside the building thrown at him. Anything that could pull any part of his consciousness back to work. As her lips moved and the sounds of her mouth echoed softly, his mind wondered if she was truly awake or if it was unconscious spasms. He sat on the mattress, eyes fixed on her features, waiting, expecting anything. 

Carefully and delicately, he crawled out of bed, like a mother leaving a baby in a room without waking it up. When his feet touched the floor, he almost tripped on something. His eyes surveyed the mess, and he fought every inch of his body not to go on a cleaning rampage. The only reason stopping him? She moved, flexing one leg up for more comfort, and he swore he didn’t mean to stare. His attention moving on its own over her body, focusing on the mating mark—his mating mark—most impressively, his own release between her legs. 

Pulsations in his head, frowning as the pain appeared. That was the reason stopping him from tidying up the room, each breath triggering demands like “one more” and “just one more... to be sure.” He needed to scratch every skin cell with bleach if necessary, with the coldest water and the sharpest brush. Her scent, the aphrodisiac almost cloying aroma her body expelled, clouded his judgment. He picked up the crumpled sheets at the edge of the bed to gently cover her frame. 

So that was exactly what he did—locked the door, turned on the rushing water without waiting for it to warm up, and jumped straight in. Regrets filled his mind; he had never behaved this way before. Alphas unable to control themselves, using heats or ruts as excuses, were something he despised. Perhaps even more than he hated MPs. The consequences were obvious; he had claimed her. Between Alphas and Omegas, a claiming mark was more powerful than any wedding ring. 

‘What if...’ his consciousness brought up once again as he quickly tidied up his appearance. Dark locks swayed as he shook his head forcefully, erasing the thought. ‘We will cross that bridge when we get there.’ Once rational thoughts replaced the arousal haze, anxiety kicked in. It felt loud inside his head, too many worries in such a small period.  He wasn’t sure what was worse at this rate. 

Blessing any existing god out there, his bathroom and the drawers with clothes were tidied up enough to find objects quickly. The dips of his hair dripped water almost everywhere. On other occasions, he would have waited until it dried a bit before anything else, but his mind was clouded with one priority—being in the room when she woke up. The idea of her waking up alone in his twisted sheets and undone bed, feeling used or discarded, was like a stab to his own morality. 

Heavy with water, hair fell into his face. He pushed it backward as his hand ran through his locks while searching for a shirt to wear. A pair of sweatpants was on, and this time, he was wearing underwear—the first garment he put on as the idea of his nudity made him uneasy. The Captain tried to put the uniform on, perhaps to finally go back to work after so many days, but he felt sensitive in places that would probably make him ashamed to confess. Tight white jeans were the last thing he desired right now. 

Gripping the edges of a simple white shirt to push it over his head, turning around and resting on the chest of drawers as he did. Pushing down the fabric, only to find two half-lidded eyes looking at him. Frozen in place, as if he waited for the bullet to pierce through his forehead. Slow blinks as he noticed her trying to gulp, her eyes focusing on him. On other occasions, he might consider how endearing and sexually appealing she looked while sleepily laying on her side, with the sheet sticking to the curve of her waist.  Suddenly, the edge of the sheet was pushed upwards, clinging to her body as she sat down erratically. 

‘Here we go,’ mentally preparing himself. 

“Levi?!” The confusion in her tone, the desperation in her eyes judging him across the room. “What- What happened? What is this?!” 

His lips parted softly as if he gathered what he could possibly answer. Her feet became exposed as she kept tugging on the sheet to cover her body. “Where are my clothes?” 

“I—” Levi murmured, his voice sounding rough and raspy as he hadn’t spoken for a good couple of hours while his eyes searched on the floor for any piece of garment that didn’t belong to him. “I don’t know.” 

“What time is it? What day is it? How—” 

“Look,” one of his hands raised as the other gripped the edge of the furniture behind him, grounding him to reality. “I’ve as much information as you.” 

A hiss of pain pierced through the room as she frowned deeply. Her hands instinctively reaching backward to her nape as the other tightly gripped the sheet against her chest. Confusion palpable in her face as, with drawn-together eyebrows and parted lips, she admired leftover blood in her hand from a wound that was probably repeated over the past few days. 

“You... you marked me?” her voice sounded distant. “But... I’m a beta.” 

Quick was him to add, “Yes, about that,” as if this was the only question on an exam’s sheet that he knew and was eager to answer. “No.” 

Her accusing eyes were back on him, not looking very pleased. “What do you mean? I’m 24 years old, I can’t present now. I’m a beta.” 

“Yeah,” he repeated this time less sure, “No…” 

She scoffed, offended that he doubted her word. “You’re saying you know more than me about myself? Than doctors? Than my own enlistment sheet?” 

Levi clicked his tongue and softly shook his head, “I ain’t no doctor, I’m just stating the shitty facts I got, and those are that alphas can’t claim betas,” his words seemed heavy with the weight of his own thoughts. “And betas don’t trigger a fucking rut of days into me. You got both.” 

His lips pursed together, head tilted downwards, and looking to his right. Being subtle and diplomatic with his words wasn’t what he was known for, and therefore he was trying his best to control his sharp tongue. She seemed obviously confused and scared. Society had certain implicit rules and expectations learned after presentation that Alphas and Omegas learned across the way as they grew. Himself had taught Eren when he presented that the brat couldn’t go around baring teeth and sniffing around if there was an Omega, to get a hold of their instincts. Couldn’t even imagine how it felt to find out about it so late in life. 

“Are you implying this was my fault?” Her eyes appeared reflective, and he hated that. 

“No, that ain’t what I said,” He quickly restored, involuntarily getting defensive. “Look, let’s—” his right hand raised once again trying to get his point across. Now presented, he could perceive her uneasiness in the air. 

“Don’t you dare to tell me to calm down,” the way she spat each word and the anger in her tone caught him off guard. 

His unwillingness to add to the issue made the hand that was reaching out softly switch to the right, pointing to the door as he spoke. “Let’s take a shower,” he rearranged his statement, “I bet the water warmed up already. Why don’t you take a shower while I clean this pigsty?” 

While the uneasiness in the room lingered as the stale air, the hostile undertones seemed to withdraw slowly as her attention focused on the bedroom’s floor, allowing Levi a moment of freedom from her demanding glance. “I— I’ve nothing to wear when I come out.” 

As the soldier he was, ready to break from the shock and jump into the battlefield, it snapped him. Turning around to quickly gather the first pieces of garments he could find and handing them back to her. “There are towels in the bathroom.” 

Y/N grabbed the pile of clothes and carefully put her feet back on the floor as she descended the bed, taking the sheet with her as if it could provide any sort of protection. Once the door was shut close, Levi let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. It hadn’t been easier than he anticipated. In reality, he had anticipated nothing, so her not snapping him across the face was already a win. 

Though he dedicated himself to picking up the remaining food and belongings scattered on the floor, the bitten loaves of bread, now growing mold, made him grimace uneasily and blush slightly in shame. Images of him hastily consuming the food until crawling back to bed played in his mind. Being reduced to such an animalistic state brewed a self-absorbed shame that was hard to explain. Perhaps it felt akin to the last time he had experienced a rut, despite not being with an omega—back in his early to mid-twenties, nearly a decade ago. The closest feeling that mirrored his shame was as if he had regressed to bedwetting or, more accurately, having to wash sheets after a wet dream. While it was natural for alphas to suffer ruts twice a year upon reaching adulthood, the years without them left him feeling wrong. 

Opening the window, he noticed the early morning glow in the sky. Inhaling fresh breaths, he felt a chill like sinking into frozen water. Both the office and bedroom windows were open, creating an airflow. Finally, out of his bedroom, he surveyed his suspiciously tidy office. Despite his hazy state, he seemed to have confined himself to lurking in his bedroom. A thin layer of dust, perceptible only to him, hinted that more days had passed than he anticipated. "There you are," he murmured, his eyes fixed on two pieces of clothing strewn on the floor—a nightgown and a cardigan. Picking them up, he folded them together. 

The sound of the bathroom door's knob opening caught his attention. Instead of leading to the bedroom, she emerged from the entrance that connected to the office. Uncertain, he stood still as her presence appeared again, holding folded bedsheets in her arms. The grey trousers and black turtleneck sweater she wore belonged to him. Their eyes met again; she seemed not to expect this encounter. 

"Uhm... I'm going to my room," she muttered, avoiding eye contact. "Your sheets." 

Levi extended his hand to accept her offer and handed her the folded clothes. He tried to engage the part of his brain responsible for social interaction to come up with an appropriate response. She took her clothes, mumbled a "Thank you," and left. Standing there, looking at the closed door, he felt confused, ashamed, and doubtful. Should he have said something? Done something? Well, in his mind, he had done enough—more than enough. 

‘Perhaps she needs time,’ he tried to rationalize the situation, but the painful short stabs in his body were something he wasn’t used to. His body wasn’t happy that he had let go of his mate, his perhaps pregnant mate. Instincts demanded once again; she may be carrying his offspring, and he just let her go—undefended, unprotected, to God knows where! ‘I know where, to her shitty room,’ he muttered under his breath as he argued against himself. 

Slender fingers scratched the back of his head, searching for mental peace. The growl of his stomach gave him an answer to the roaming question in his mind—what to do now? Search for food, apparently. The coldness of the air coming through the open windows made him shiver; feeling something other than scorching heat was refreshing. The walk of shame down the halls to the higher-ups' kitchen was reduced slightly by the early hours and its lack of people around. Continually sighing while thinking that anything inside the kitchen would be devoured. If it was from anyone else, he would apologize later; right now, he felt as if he had gone out and gotten pissed drunk the night before—overwhelmingly starving. 

“Well well well, look who finally came out from his bunker,” 

Levi did a quick side-eye contact as he bit on a piece of bread with cheese on top while he cooked himself breakfast, unable to wait until the actual meal was finished. Groaning an acknowledging reply to Hange as he had his mouth full. 

“If it wasn’t for the very loud awkward noises that came from your room, I would have declared you dead already,” the mischievous smile was even perceptible in their tone as they wrapped an arm around the man’s shoulders. 

“I’m not in the mood, four eyes,” the captain muttered once he had swallowed the food. 

“Unbelievable, you are the lucky bastard who had been getting laid for almost twelve days straight, and you’re in a bad mood?! Nothing can make you stop being grumpy, isn’t it?” Hange said clearly entertained, but their words made Levi’s eyes sparkle. 

“Twelve days? What day is it?” 

Hange began to chuckle before replying, “18th of November. You owe me one; I had been training your squad and doing your paperwork for two weeks.” 

Uneasy groans of complaint echoed in the small kitchen as he stirred around the eggs with the bacon. His deadly eyes met the other squad leader, “Owe you? You should have kept everyone out of my room! You realize what I’ve just done?” 

Hange raised both of their hands in the air, “Wow wow, slow down! How is this my fault?” Their loud complaints were quick to arrive as Levi muttered bitter replies under his breath, “How was I supposed to know she was an omega? And even if I found out, you would have ripped my arms off just for the sake of mating with her.” 

“Yeah... you’re fucking right, goddamned it,” Levi accepted it resigned. 

“Where's your baby girl?” Hange’s cheeky personality was quick to return. “Making breakfast for your wifey?” 

“Don’t call her that,” Levi spit out, “In her room, she left.” 

It was the squad leader’s time to groan uneasily, “You let your newly presented and bonded mate leave? And you call yourself a high breed Alpha?” 

If it was even possible, Levi frowned more deeply. “What was I supposed to do?” he dragged the words as he muttered them under his breath, putting his breakfast out of the pan. “Kidnap her in my room?” 

Hange, who grabbed a piece of bacon from the plate to eat, owned a tired dead gaze from Levi, only to see him roll his eyes as the squad leader complained about it burning their fingers and being hot while they tried to eat it anyway. “Well,” they chuckled with their mouth full, “You kidnapped her there for twelve days, one more one less wasn’t going to make a difference.” 

The captain tiredly sighed echoed as he grabbed his plate and tugged it away from the other alpha before they devoured it all. Carefully putting the dishes in a tray with a tea set for the rest of the morning, ready to find solitude in his chambers again. 

“By the way,” Hange added again, “When do you think the due date is? Erwin and I have a bet on who is going to be cool uncle.” 

Levi stopped midway as he was about to leave the kitchen, raising an eyebrow as he turned to face the brunette. “Why the hell were you and Eyebrows talking about that shit?” 

The other alpha simply shrugged and then commented, entertained, “It was hard not to talk about it. You two weren’t particularly hush about it, you know? We’re entitled to talk about it after enduring almost two weeks of hearing you two mate like wild animals.” 

Uneasy groans mixed with his ashamed grimace at the mere thought. It didn’t help that the titan lover kept going, “You know, we both concluded that we can’t believe we thought of her as a beta.” Their comment, made with the same unbothered attitude as Hange was known for rambling about topics, didn’t match with Levi's shift in attitude. First, the confusion surpassed his previous shame, only to then demand an explanation with his fierce, sharp eyes. Hange began to chuckle nervously as they thought that, perhaps, they shouldn’t have said that. “Well... you know...” they muttered, feeling the short man’s anger, “… it’s impossible that was a beta’s ass.” 

Two alphas, closed in a room talking about his omega’s ass. It’s the best ass in the walls, don’t get him wrong, but he’s the only one allowed to make that observation... at least publicly. 

“Ugh,” Hange complained loudly as they walked down a hall. 

Erwin looked at the squad leader confused and highlighted, “I saw Levi’s window open; he’s finally out?” then added, “Are you alright?” 

“Levi kicked me,” they replied as they caressed their butt. 

Shaking his head slightly and sighing as if he were dealing with children, “I told you not to tell him anything weird while he still had a cocktail of hormones inside him,” the commander simply reproached them. 

The thud of the forehead impacting with the harsh oak wood of the desk, the deep breath that came out as a scoff, fogging up the surface, the subtle sleet hitting the windows’ glass behind before turning into snow once again, dark locks tangling as they fell forward graciously, and the clock in the office announcing it was almost midnight. ‘I survived.’ Those felt like accurate words despite his line of work; his body felt as if he had been grabbed by a titan and snapped against those big trees. His body felt in better shape when he came back from an expedition, and he wasn’t lying. Not even the best intentions and the hardest mental strength could force him to go to training with his squad; the kids had been annoyingly supportive of hearing him feel better from his “cold.” 

The muscles of his legs twitched involuntarily, and the muscles of his body felt like jelly; his brain fogged with tiredness. Blaming it completely on the drop in hormones that forced him to be on top of his game, now he felt as if he was suffering withdrawal. Any mix of substances that his body produced in excess during his rut to secure the stamina to endure the mating, the strength and sharpness to be ready to fight for his breeding right, and also to protect him and his mate during the period the pheromones could have driven someone into their nest had fulfilled its role. Now, without them and the tiredness of the aftermath of forcing his body into them, it had left him feeling as if someone had smashed all his bones. Adding to that, his instincts didn’t cease to remind him to stay close to his mate, whom he hadn’t seen all day. In normal situations, newly mated couples would have nested until both felt back to their usual selves and, more importantly, until the claiming mark settled and marked forever their bond. 

If he had three surviving brain cells after everything, two were completely dedicated to reminding him that whatever they should be doing as mates, he simply wasn’t doing it. Gritting his teeth as his instincts having power over him was starting to drive him nuts. It’s not that he didn’t want to talk to her, but he also wished to respect her space. Tired eyes, half-lidded, looked through his dark and dense eyelashes as he checked the clock after it began to announce midnight. The only few times he had left his chambers to pick up and deliver paperwork and during meals to check on his squad, he hadn’t seen her. And from what he subtly asked, nobody else had either. 

This anxiety and uncertainty in him weren’t normal; he was usually decisive. The tip of the fountain pen hit against the paper, leaving little dots as he pondered the idea of checking on her, trying to decipher if it was his instincts talking or actual rational thoughts. 

“Fuck it,” 

White rice with butter and cheese in a bowl, carried on a tray, sliced apples, chamomile tea. Were the rumors true that omegas felt nauseous during post-mating syndrome? He wasn't sure, but he wasn't going to take risks. Had he overdone it? His anxiety replied positively. His lack of security wasn't something he enjoyed, and his knuckles hesitated to knock on the infirmary's door that led to her personal chambers inside. Forcing himself, one, two, three knocks resounded too much for his liking in the middle of the night. 

Time seemed to move slowly, and he seriously considered leaving the food there. Then the door creaked, and her tired eyes observed him from the gap. 

"I-Uh... I brought you some supper," Levi mentioned, slightly raising the tray as if the metal piece with food on top wasn't enough indication. 

The heavy dark circles under her eyes, the reflection in them, and her uneven look. She had seen better days; they had seen better days. Her silence gnawed at his sanity, and he seriously considered that interacting was easier when they were both intoxicated with their own hormones. Plus, his awkwardness and lack of social skills made him conclude that, perhaps, his body was right, and the only way he could engage in producing offspring was clouding his judgment completely. 

"Everything smells very strong, makes me nauseous," her voice, subtle as the flight of a moth in the middle of the night, murmured as her hands gripped the edge of the door, resting her face and weight on it. "It's very overwhelming." 

Levi readjusted his weight to the other leg and gave it a thought. "It's natural; you'll get used to it," he replied shortly, "and learn to kinda switch off your brain to not pay attention to every piece of nonsense." 

He, for example, could perceive it all. She was like an open book, her distress, confusion, and now subtle tints of happiness that he tried to attribute to her body reacting positively to the proximity of him as her mate. It was, in a sense, a bit endearing how she wasn't able to control her pheromones yet. 

Y/N's soft chuckles caught his attention as the air turned sweet, and she smiled softly. "You know a lot," she replied. Unconsciously, it boosted his pride; her body reacted positively and relaxed in his presence. 

"I presented when I was 11, an early bloomer. I remember wanting to rip off my shitty nose from my face," his comment made her chuckle again, and it made him wish he had something else to say to earn another smile. 

She let the door adorned with a small brass plaque that simply read "Infirmary" slide open and stepped to a side as a subtle indication he was welcome in. Levi had been there too many times, none of them for himself but usually because Jean and Eren fought again. As one entered, the scent of antiseptic greeted them, mingling with the faint aroma of old wood and polished linoleum floors and hers that it took all his willpower to fight against. If his body was trying to return to its normal working system, her uncontrolled liberation of pheromones was like a punch in the gut that he tried to hide. 

The walls were painted in a soothing, muted colour to create an illusion of calmness, while the tall, narrow windows allowed slivers of nightlight to filter through dusty curtains. Rows of narrow iron beds lined the room, each neatly made with crisp white sheets and thin, worn blankets. A wooden cabinet filled with basic medical supplies, from bandages to cough syrup, occupied one corner, its glass doors revealing caramel bottles with remedies. 

A small desk in the corner held a register where ailments and treatments were meticulously recorded with pen and ink. A single, dim lamp illuminated the desk, casting a pool of light in an otherwise subdued room. One small door that mimetite with the walls, led to her personal chambers. They were very similar to his, slightly smaller and with a small round table probably to fill up the lack of an office. And, of course, a bathroom with two doors, one leading to the infirmary and another to her room. He left the tray on the table, and his eyes did a quick check on her room, mostly out of curiosity. 

It was tidy, not to his standards but nice. The bed was made, and the sort of femininity that the place radiated made him giggle or nervous from inside. Perhaps it was the crochet table runner, the bed's scarf, the small pots with plants on the window frame, the body lotions next to the bed. The attention to details that he, despite living in his own space for longer, hadn't thought of buying, and she had insisted on making the place her own despite the lugged bags still being around as she hadn't been done unpacking yet. It all made him wonder when the last time had been he had been at a woman's place; the life in the scouts really makes nights lonely. 

Not wanting to overstay his visit, he was ready to leave. But as she sat down on her small table, her hand reached out to grip his forearm and look up to him. "Stay; it makes my mind so calm and quiet when you're around," she said without any restrictions. 

"It's the bond," Levi murmured, but he sat down anyway. Trying to disguise how mentally peaceful himself was now that they were close, his possessiveness of "what if there's another alpha around when I'm not there? What if she lets another alpha claim her to change the mark when it's still too fresh?" quickly subsided. 

She took quiet and slow spoon feed portions of the rice, and he tried to glue his eyes on anything else to not make her feel observed while eating. Her loud tired sighs filled the extremely uncomfortable silence, "you know... my life was way easier when I was a beta." 

Levi hummed in appreciation, "I bet," he added without much to say. 

"It's a very weird feeling, bittersweet perhaps," Y/N murmured while she slowly ate. She chuckled softly, as if she remembered something funny. "I had this very silly crush on you since I joined, and you helped me clean the infirmary. I accepted that we would only be friends because," she stopped, and he looked at her, shocked. "Well, because you're a high-breed alpha-" 

"I've never actually cared about those shits, not like I'm some banker's brat that needs to secure an heir," Levi quickly added, interrupting her. 

"Huh?" Her face turned to the left to look at him as his statement made no sense, raising an eyebrow in confusion. 

Words weren't his strength, so he decided to spit out anything in his brain. "That I didn't care you were a beta." 

"Are you implying you had been flirting with me before this?" 

He scratched the back of his head and murmured slightly offended, "Yeah, for the past two months. Thank you for finally noticing." 

Despite his soft words, she remained confused “That was you flirting?” 

Levi scoffed, offended. "Fucking excuse me, usually, we flirt with scents and mark territory — both things you didn't notice until now." 

Perhaps then, pieces fell into place, the sense of calmness she experienced each time they had tea at his place. The subtle citrus, lavender-scented with a musky undertone had always been him, trying to convey his intentions in the only way he knew how. Or, maybe, all the opposites—his body reacting on its own, even at the prospect of her being a beta, trying to provide a sense of protection and calmness to the place, showing his willingness to a potential mate. 

The only reply he got was a few shallows, quiet chuckles before she continued eating a little longer, a soft smile on her features. "And the bittersweet part?" Levi insisted, picking up where she had left off. 

"Oh," her memory recalled her comment, and she blushed heavily. "Well... apparently mating with an alpha is harder than being stepped on by a horde of Titans," she explained, grimacing uneasily. "I've bruises everywhere, and I can barely move." 

"I usually behave more... I'm not particularly vanilla, but I'm a bit more civilized." As the air lightened slightly, and it felt as if both were finally addressing the elephant in the room, Levi tried to force himself to be a bit more talkative. "If it makes you feel better, I feel like shit too." 

"You? What could you possibly be hurting from?" 

"I would like to see you topping for twelve days straight," Levi snorted back, his pride hurt that she wasn't taking his part of the job seriously. 

"Fair, fair." Giving in just for the sake of it, she picked up a slice of the red apple and ate it casually. "You know..." she thought of commenting but then, "nevermind." 

"What? Just spit it out," Levi's harsh nature stepped in, especially insisting as he observed her face turn red. 

"I was just thinking that... Maybe this explains why," her voice grew hushed and embarrassed, "I always felt like something was lacking with my beta ex." 

An entertained scoff left his lips, mixed with a cocky side smirk. He felt as if his inner alpha was kicking out of happiness. Alphas are competitive, possessive, and jealous creatures by nature; they may even feel jealous of the pillow their omega hugs while asleep. Being delighted with the idea that there’s no other that could provide the strength they show while mating is like a big pat on their back. 

Levi didn’t want to press the matter too much, letting her come and talk things out at her own pace. Her brows drew together as she felt the pain pulsing again, her hand reaching backward to softly caress the mark on her neck. “This hurts horrendously,” she admitted through clenched teeth, “I put numbing cream and-” 

“Don’t put anything on it,” Levi quickly interrupted. “Your body may react more because it feels that you may be trying to reject it.” 

Her eyes opened, locked into his, the frown still present. “Was biting me this hard so absolutely necessary?” 

“If I had any power over my actions during a rut, do you think we would be in this situation? Where there is a high chance, I got you knocked up?” 

Levi’s words pierced the night like a cannonball does from the top of the walls to a titan’s neck; she looked at him uneasy and confused. Nobody dared to even whisper; not even the sound of a mouse was perceived. Her expression of anger softly switched, as she averted his gaze looking in another direction. Maybe she preferred not to think about it, but Levi has always been a man that faced reality as it was given to him. 

“Maybe...” she started to suggest, breathing deeply. “Maybe it didn’t take,” 

Levi slightly contorted uneasily, taking a subtle deep breath to steady himself. “What?” her ignorance in certain dynamics was something he had to constantly remind himself. He knew she didn’t do it with harm, “I just came out of a two-week rut, my body has more hormones at the moment than a fifteen-year-old brat... try not to say straight in my face that I didn’t breed you properly because you’re only triggering another round on me.” 

“I’m just saying that I know that some low-breed omegas can’t get pregnant by high-breeds that easily. “ She insisted, giving it a rational thought “Maybe the reason I didn’t present is that I’m closer to a beta than an omega by being low breed.” 

While her explanation seemed logical in her mind, Levi heard her with a deadpan expression. “Didn’t you hear me? Two shitty weeks, no fuckin’ way you’re low-breed.” 

Perhaps that had been the consolation she had been running with the entire day, and the weight of the matter began to hang on her heavier than before, which didn’t help Levi to feel less concerned and uneasy. Her attention lost somewhere, and for once, Levi wished he could be subtle and charismatic, perhaps to have something to say. The confession she had made a few minutes ago held in Levi’s mind longer than he liked to admit, and he tried to wrap himself around it to initiate his response, waiting first for a bit for her to add anything else. 

“Ehm-” he cleared his throat as he drew attention back to him, sat down around her small round table in the corner of her room, “maybe we jumped a bunch of shitty steps in the dating process or whatever, but I don’t mind trying to make it work if you want.” 

His right hand dubiously reached out thinking of creating physical contact for comfort. First reaching for her left thigh but reconsidering deeply, while pressing his lips together, he moved it upwards to her forearm and gave it a gentle squeeze. “And I’ll back you up in any decision you take about it if it turns out you’re knocked up.” 

Her drained voice, perhaps due to tiredness or fear, whispered, “Really?” 

“Huh?” Levi seemed slightly confused, “well, we are already bonded, so at least we could give it a try...” 

“No, I mean the other. You really don’t mind anything?” her voice was barely above a whisper. 

The washed-out memory of his own mother popped into his mind for a brief second before replying seriously and with no doubt on his face, "Well... I won’t be the one pregnant for nine months and neither the one who is going to be giving birth, so what I prefer doesn’t really matter," Levi said unfazed. "And I know I’m not a fucking sunshine, but I’m not that shitty to get you knocked up and leave you to face it alone." 

While nothing was written in stone, and the consequences of it were still too soon to be sure, there was a soft sense of tranquillity that washed over her. A soft smile cracked on her face. "Thank you," she murmured. 

At the beginning, it felt conflicting going back as if nothing had happened. Drinking tea at his office while both worked on their respective paperwork, nobody wanted to press the matter further. Though Levi would hear whispering gossip between his own squad, the Captain tried his best to let her process what had happened and allow himself to do it. 

Keeping the scouts under strict rules of not letting it escalate was easy; a death glance from Humanity’s strongest soldier was enough to make all the curious cadet and squad leaders keep themselves in line. Humanity’s strongest soldier, that’s who Levi was. "Worth an entire army," whispers as the scouts pass by, the only one that people recognized enough for those "Wanted" posters while they were fighting the uprising a few months ago. The person people put their dreams and hopes in now that they were planning the retake of Wall Maria. 

"MH..." hummed sounds echoed in her throat as her delighted eyes admired the pastries in the showcase. Levi has taken his squad to pick up groceries downtown, and she had insisted on going, breathing some fresh air and sending medical reports. "I’m really craving something sweet," it was more of an inner monologue than something meant to be answered. 

Though her eyes full of desire caught Levi's attention as he was waiting for the provisions given to him, analyzing it with second thoughts. But he wasn’t the only one with curious eyes; the baker admired the scene behind the counter. The madam was an omega, and, while her years of fertility may have already passed, she had been involved in too many dynamics and had enough kids behind her to spot a freshly mated couple from a mile. 

"Ah! The hazelnuts one, please!" Y/N had finally made up her mind on her little treat, pointing with her finger across the glass at the small cake. The old woman nodded in agreement. Another coworker was putting the big flour white bags on the rustic cart they had brought to take the provisions as Levi supervised both. When the baker was handling the smaller purchase, Y/N was about to handle her payment, but Levi was quick to offer the money first with the military coupons for the food provisions. 

"Hey," she looked at him complaining but not completely mad. "It’s mine; I’m paying." 

Levi clicked his tongue, "Don’t be stupid," he insisted and grabbed the paper bag to hand to her. While he didn’t reciprocate the soft pouting, she did at him, the shop owner simply took his food coupons and smiled as she regretted the money. 

"It’s on the house," she quickly added, and Y/N checked the inside of the bag, and there were also extra treats and cookies. Levi didn’t seem convinced about it, but the old woman, with her white apron covering most of her dress and her hair out of the way, smiled interestedly and asked, "When is the due date?" 

Older women and their audacity; colours quickly dropped from both, only to raise back harder as blood rushed to their cheeks. 

"Ehm, it’s too soon yet," Levi quickly added, trying to smooth out the situation, shortly spitting out the answer. 

The surprised gasp, and then "Oh, I thought... well, it’s hard to tell with all the layers during winter," she insisted. Y/N smiled awkwardly, as, after receiving the gift, she didn’t want to just leave. "So, is it recent?" 

Levi’s eyes did quick checks on the cart, praying it would get all the provisions faster so he could slip himself from this social situation, "Yeah," he groaned out. 

"Weird... it’s not mating season," she commented, pointing out something that Levi had probably seen coming; he had to hold back a sigh. 

"Yes, well, thank you very much," he replied faster as he noticed the cart was loaded, and he was more than ready to leave. Y/N thanked back too, gathering any left in her to give a sort of friendly grimace before walking away with him. 

The uncomfortable silence as they walked across the rest of the shops, Levi’s squad taking care of different tasks, and some of them even shopping for themselves. "How?" she began to question unsure while adjusting her scarf that covered the mating mark. 

"The scent," Levi quickly replied, already knowing where the conversation was going. "I come here very often; she probably noticed the change, and you smelling as a mated omega put two and two together." 

Humming a mix between an understanding but confused reply, she wrapped herself better in her coat as the weather was still very harsh. "I still get confused about the aromas thing," the nurse confessed. "Sometimes it feels like teenagers get it better than me." There was a sort of defeat with shame in her tone. 

"When you’re mated, you can say that you stink less. After all, there’s no point in dragging attention any further," Levi explained. "Think of it as getting a cheap, shitty perfume; you still smell like you, but less intense." 

Her attention was drawn to her left as he explained it out for her, both resting on the edge of the cart as they waited. Blaming the cold on her cheeks, softly blushing as she smiled at his understanding. After this, she was thankful that her trips to the downtown were very scarce because the rumor spread faster than any winter flu. Levi could barely walk down without getting congratulations, presents, cheerful words from older women and young mothers. Some gifted him wood for the baby, treats for his mate, the proud pats of older alphas telling him that "good for him, it was time already for getting a proper mate." 

Even the Reeves sent him meat under the excuse that "pregnant women need more iron." His face always tried to hide the unpleasant social moments that came with this, but Hange insisted that he was not nailing at faking being happy about the public celebrations. 'It’s too soon,' he would insist, but 'you’re a high breed and so is she, both young, everybody is sure it will take.' 

"Perhaps it’s bad timing," Erwin commented, trying to hold back a mischievous smirk. "But Nile and Zackary send their congratulations." Levi dedicated his beast dead glance across the office as they were in a meeting. Hange didn’t even try to hold back a loud laugh while Erwin tried his best not to chuckle in the captain’s face. "Don’t look at me like that; I didn’t tell them... they found out on their own." 

Fingers doing pressure on the bridge of his wrinkled nose, "Fuck me," he cursed under his breath. It’s not that he wasn’t "sure"; it had been almost two months, and she hadn’t come to him with any "news," which meant that any passing day was more of a confirmation than a negative. She seemed reluctant even to mention the topic, and since both seemed to be improving the quality time together, Levi didn’t want to risk asking too much. But the uncertainty was starting to grow on him. It didn’t help that her pheromones sometimes gave him clues when they were alone that she was interested in perhaps moving a bit further than just sharing teatime together. His scent quickly matched, giving away that he was more than willing to get tangled in bed once again, this time both consciously. 

But... she never noticed, never made a move, and after what happened, he wanted her to take the lead. 'It’s her body reacting,' he reminded himself, which was both arousing to know her deeper instincts wanted him, cute that she couldn’t control it yet, and frustrating to know that it wasn’t voluntary. He wasn’t sure if it was because he had never been mated before, obviously, and being around his mate triggered it more. If he had gone so many years without it that after getting laid again, he started to crave it more. But he felt the necessity. 

So, there she was, sat down on his desk, legs swinging as she ranted about how her day visiting her friends had been. Until the unsure clearing of her throat caught his attention again from paperwork. "I was... wondering if perhaps you could spare me a couple of clothes?" 

That had definitely caught him off guard. "My friends from my nurse’s hostel, most of them are omegas, so they almost threw me a welcome party," Levi hummed understanding, wanting to know where this was going. "They mentioned that perhaps my insomnia may be due to... nesting? That my body feels uneasy, and perhaps having my mate’s scent would help? Sounds very stupid, I know-" 

"Sure," he quickly agreed and blessed his well-known stoic face to hide his disappointment. His own mate preferred a bunch of scented clothes over being with him; his inner instincts were kicking in anger, almost throwing a tantrum in the floor of his mind like a spoiled brat. Being rejected by your bond is not something alphas took easily, and he had to clench his teeth holding back the imperious necessity to mark territory again. He was better than behaving like a wild animal, he knew but yet. 

"Give me a minute to finish this report," he replied between clenched teeth. 

"Expedition Wall Maria?" She asked, somehow trying to keep the conversation alive. He hummed positively. "How are the preparations going?" she insisted, pushing the topic further. 

"Good." 

Her lips pressed together; her eyes never left the back of his head as he curved over his desk to write endless reports. Then, "You’re going to come back, right?" pierced the room, followed by "...you’re not leaving me to deal with this alone, right?" 

The pen stopped moving as his fingers left it to rest after it had run out of ink, his back straightened up to look over to her as she remained seated on the edge of the desk, the desk where he had undressed her. Coral light filtering through the window’s glass landing on her. The training was over only an hour ago, and he tried to advance paperwork before dinner. It was still early, and the bustling of the building hadn’t ceased yet. Despite it all, Levi felt as if the silence was overwhelmingly loud. 

The doubt in her eyes was almost tangible; therefore, he said the only thing that crossed his mind. "I’ll come back walking if I have to." 

Fast short scoff as her cheeks raised in a tender smile, Levi was tempted to push the idea further. He took it as a confirmation somehow and wanted to know it all, at least what she knew so far. But before he knew it, she was descending from his desk, and the intentions of leaving the place were written all over her face. 

"Let me finish this, and I’ll give you the shirts," Levi insisted, the disappointment on his face was hard to disguise until her hand grabbed his armrest for support, one leg then the other. It was so simple, but his legs tilted sideways, and he could feel how his blood dropped to pump downwards as she sat down on his lap. Instinctively tilting his leg outward, making space, parting legs. 

The scent passing thought his nostrils, soaking in his brain, making him be aware of his fangs before he could notice. It wasn’t like a heat, of course, not but inviting enough. Receiprocating almost immediately, on full will and not so much too, seeing how with each breath her cheeks blushed more and her eyes turned transparent. Ass on his knees, making him wish she had moved forward directly over his bulge, to feel the sweet pressure of her body over his dick.  

"I don’t think I want the shirts..." She murmured, somehow quickly breathless, as her right hand reached forward to cup his face, “I’ve one and it doesn’t smell like you,” her eyes turning transparent as the pheromones sank in, remembering the clothes he had borrowed her the morning after “You smell divine,” 

His hands moved instinctively, quickly rubbing her sides lightly, cupping her hips before gripping and try to push her closer, “How is this fucking fair?” he said hoarsely, trying to keep his voice level despite the fire raging through his veins “You had my clothes and I was here, like a teenager trying to recall how your slippery cunt milked me dry,” 

The shock ways shivering down both of them, forcing a soft gasp out of her parted lips as Levi buried his face on the crook of her neck, feeling his mating mark. Recalling with pleasure it had been him who had claimed her, she was all his and nobody else. Shameless tongue running through the mark with closed eyes and scoff of aphrodisiac reassurance, he could feel the pheromones in her skin. Both bodies reacting to each other as if they were made for this. Her hand gripping his dark locks as her neck suffered the attack. 

Softly rocking between his parted legs, she could feel the outline of his hardening cock almost painfully twitching against the white trousers of the uniform. Crumping upwards the skirt but a strong push of her hand against his chest got him resting on the desk’s chair. Dusted cheeks, sassy smirk, her neck glistering under the tangerine light of the afternoon, “I want to suck you, Captain,” 

He couldn’t make his mind in which he liked more, the memory of her in-drunk state of pure heat’s submission, becoming a pliant hole for him to fuck rough or her assertive cock drunk self. But he couldn’t mind it less as her hand palmed the front of his trousers before grasping his length to start to pump it through the fabric. She straddled Levi, hand on his shoulders before kissing him desperately, Levi kissed her back forcefully.  

The early afternoon had turned excided as one of his hands gripped the back of her neck to kiss her deeply, hips gridding against each other. His hand kneeling her ass through the uniform dress with content. Head switching to the sides as he pried her mouth open, saliva dripping to the sides. The sound her lips parting echoed in the office, and he couldn’t help but smirk at the view of her reddish pumped lips. A low growl rumbled in his chest as he imagined her on her knees, those full lips wrapped around him. 

His hands tightened around her ass cheeks, before giving it a good smack that made her jump slightly in his lap. Loud gasp as he pulls her closer and he leaned towards her ear again “Eager for it, huh?” 

“Mhh-” Nodding enthusiastic while humming positively. 

“Good girl,” Levi smirked, caressing her ass once more, squeezing it tightly before slapping it again. Burning sensation crossing though her body only to feel it tingling with the afterglow heating sensation of the hit, “On your knees. Suck me dry, baby girl,”  

Straighten up slightly on his seat as she pulled away to get on her knees to unbuckle his belt. Raising slightly to rip his trousers and boxes as down as they could go with the harness on. Uncomfortably staying on the middle of his thighs and Levi quickly concluded that whoever designed the military uniform didn’t get laid frequently or, at least, they weren’t thinking in getting fuck on their desk’s chair. Exposing his hardened cock fully, it stood erect and throbbing as the tip glistered with pre cum. On top of his balls, the base was slightly engorged as it prepared for the knotting at the correct time. 

Half lidded eyes admiring as she hovered with her forearms on each side of his legs to softly, almost ghostly, run the tip of her tongue through his thick, pale shalf. The action alone, the teasing, made him want to thrust forward and leak precum thought the tip. Big eyes looking up to him through her eyelashes. Smirking playfully as she collected the dropping with her tongue, only to then roll down the foreskin, revealing the tip to wrap her lips around the darkened head and suck directly from the exposed slit. 

His hands gripped the chenille of the chair tightly, his knuckles turning white as he tried to keep himself from thrusting into her mouth. Clenching his teeth as she kept teasing him, giving subtle little kitty licks to the sides, sucking directly from the tip without going down. Barely toughing him. 

“Fuck,” Levi cursed as he could feel the smirk on her lips, moving up again to the head. His hands gripped her head firmly, guiding her towards his aching member. "Suck me," he growled hoarsely, his voice filled with hunger and desire. Forcefully pushing her downwards this time, feeling the vibrations of her complain around his cock. 

“There you go,” Levi groaned. Her lips wrapped around his cock, sucking hungrily on it as she continued to stroke him firmly. Slender fingers ran up and down around her hair before make shifting a ponytail to keep the hairs out of her face, admiring the view better. Her reddish lips, struggling around his cock, watery eyes as she tried to take a bit more each time she went down, the hollowing of her cheeks, the velvety sensation of her tongue against the pulsating vein of his cock each time she bobbed upwards. Delicate hands gripping the side of his thighs for support as she began to bob her head with favour. Her hand continued to stroke him rhythmically, matching the pace of her mouth movements. 

“Fuck,” Levi's eyes rolled back in ecstasy as she took him deep, her warm, wet mouth engulfing his entire length. His hand tightened in her hair, holding her head firmly as he began to thrust into her throat, fucking her face roughly.  

"That's it, girly," he praised, his voice hoarse with desire. His mind kept reminding him he should have got his sooner, remind her who was his alpha and get it. Fucking her throat roughly, his hips bucked wildly, each powerful thrust pushing deeper into her throat. Her hands dropped to his legs, fingers digging into his thighs for balance, hearing her struggle to take him all in. 

“MHH!” Her chocking sounds mixed with the whines as he kept forcing her head all the way down, the saliva dripping through her mouth corners. As she deep throated him, gagging, Levi's grip on her hair tightened, pulling her head down harder against his member. His mind kept reminding him he should have gotten a mate sooner, priving himself from this was unhuman. To have an omega, to fuck her silly, to enjoy the tightest warmest cock-drunk cunt each time he wanted. Submissive pretty little thing, to mount and breed at least once per year. 

“What’s the matter? Not used to the thick fat cock of an alpha?” the smirk on his face could almost be heard through the pants that left his lips, “Don’t worry,” he mocked with faked condescending, “I’ll teach you how to be a proper omega,” 

Half lidded eyes looking back at him as she sobbed while letting Levi use her mouth, droll dripping down her chin. 

The feeling of her throat contracting around his length was unlike anything else he had ever experienced, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. His hips bucked wildly, thrusting harder and faster, his balls slapping against her chin as she continued to suckle hungrily. 

"That's it," he growled, his voice low and husky. Her moans turned into high-pitched whimpers, mixed with the wet sounds of her mouth working over his cock. “That’s my good girl,” he praised before finally pulling her head off with a loud pop. Quickly she crawled into his lap, straddling him. 

His fingers unbuttoned the front of her uniform, yanked down the sleeves to a side so he could have direct access to her chest. His fingers traced the delicate curves of her breasts through the fabric, feeling her nipples harden under his touch. He leaned forward, capturing one of them between his lips, sucking greedily as his hand cupped her other breast, kneading it roughly. 

“Ahh- Levi!” her soft moans echoing in the room mixing with the tale-tell of his lips licking her bud. His tongue circled her nipple, teasing it before finally taking it into his mouth, suckling on it hungrily through the fabric. The inner part of her breast turning a dark shade as he sucked the valley of her chest. Meanwhile, Levi’s freehand moved to gather her skirt to her waist.  

Levi's hands grabbed her ass, squeezing and kneading it roughly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh beneath her skirt. He couldn't resist the urge to taste her again, suckling greedily on her nipple as he thrust his hips upwards, grinding their bodies together. His tongue continued to tease and suck on her nipple, alternating between gentle flicks of his tongue against the sensitive bud and deep, forceful sucks that left marks on her skin. His hips rocked rhythmically beneath her, grinding their crotches together, seeking more contact. But it wasn't enough. He needed to feel her wetness, to know for certain how much she wanted him. 

As soon as his fingers brushed against her entrance, she let out a soft cry, arching her back into his touch. Her hips bucked subtly against his hand, inviting him deeper inside her. And so, without any further hesitation and incapable of waiting any more, Levi pushed her underwear to a side and slid two fingers into her core, moaning softly at the slick warmth enveloping him. 

"So fucking tight," he groaned, his voice hoarse with desire. His thumb rubbed against her clit, circling it in a slow, deliberate motion. "You were made for this," then he insisted, “You got it all fucking wrong, you’ve always been made for this. To cramp down my fat knot,” 

Levi couldn't help but feel a surge of pride as he heard Y/N’s soft mewls, her body responding eagerly to his touch clinging to his fingers like a vice. "You like that?" he murmured; his voice thick with desire. "You want more? You want me to breed you again?"  

"Mh," she moaned, arching her back further as his fingers delved deeper. Her hands gripped his shoulders, holding herself steady as waves of pleasure washed over her. "Fuck yes..." 

Hair falling backwards as she arched over him, continuing to fuck herself on his fingers, Levi could feel the tension building within him. He wanted more—needed to be inside her, feeling her tight heat surround him completely. But there was something else driving him, too—something primal and possessive that made him crave the act of mark her as his own, to make sure everyone knew she belonged to him. 

“Yes! Ah- Yes, Levi!” Y/N mewled pleasantly, milking the digits. 

It was a strange feeling for him, this possessiveness over another person—but at the same time, it felt right. Like something he had been missing all these years without even realizing it. 

"Wanna get my knot again? Mh?" He chuckled darkly, almost coaxing a confession out of her. "I'll fucking remind you how I got you knocked up," he promised. Her body clenched around his fingers, a silent plea for more, and Levi didn't disappoint. 

"Tell me," He growled, his voice low and husky. "Admit it, you want my knot inside you." 

As if she had been waiting for this moment, Y/N’s eyes locked with his, filled with a mix of lust and submission. "Yes... I need it... give it to me..." 

"That's my girl," he growled, his voice low and gravelly. "Take every inch of me, just like your tight little cunt was made for this." 

He pulled his fingers out of her, savouring the sound of her whimpering protest. His hand reached down between their bodies, grasping his own painfully hard cock, which was now leaking copious amounts of precum onto his stomach. With one swift motion, he positioned himself at her entrance, lining up his head with her tight hole. Her hand gripped his shoulder and slowly sunk on it. 

As Levi felt himself sliding into her tight heat, he groaned in pure bliss. Her walls squeezed around him, milking every inch of his length as she slowly lowered herself onto him. His fangs ached with the need to claim her again, but he resisted the urge for now. 

“N-Ngh,” she mewled, “Ah, so big,”. He had just put it in, and she could feel the head of his cock already prodding her cervix. The fullness and tug of her own body trying to fit him all in was aphrodisiacal, if it wasn’t that they were already bonded, she would have promised to never fuck a beta again. Levi’s dick was so impossible thick, it didn’t help that he pressed a hand on her belly to feel himself there. To feel himself filling her up to the brim as she wiggled her way down to be fully seated.  

His hands gripped her hips tightly, helping her to ease up and down his cock as he fucked her roughly, their bodies slapping together noisily. The scent of her arousal filled his nostrils, making his fangs ache with the need to mark her again. She was riding him as her life depended on it, mouth hanging open, drooling as her eyes rolled backwards each time his cock plugged all the way in, hitting all the good spots. 

"Fuck," Levi hissed, gasping softly as he admired with delight her well-fucked face. He could hear the wet sounds of their bodies coming together, see the glistening sweat on her skin as she moved against him. 

"Fucking— Shit," he growled breathless, thrusting harder into her depths. "You like that? You love swallowing my cock?” 

“YES! Ah- yes!” shamelessly moaning as she sat down completely, gyrating her hips before going back to bounce. 

Momentarily closing his eyes, pushing his head against the back of the seat as he felt his cock squeezed, sucking him in the best cunt he had ever had. “God- Yes, keep going,” he urged. Levi could feel it all the base of his cock inflate, her slick dripping down his balls. He gripped her hips tighter, pulling her ass cheeks apart for better access to her hole. His breath came out in ragged gasps, his voice interrupted for heavy inhales and satisfied groans. 

“Fu-fuck, enjoying that dick?” Levi growled satisfied; his voice weakened with desperation. 

Positive mewls vibrated on her throat as he thrusted upwards hard enough to make her wince each time. 

"You're mine," Levi growled, his voice hoarse with desire. "Mine to claim and fuck whenever I want." His hips bucked harder, driving deeper into her tight channel, hitting all her good spots mercilessly. 

The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, creating a rhythmic beat that matched their shared heartbeats. Sweat dripped down both of them, mixing on their skin in a sticky mess. He could feel himself nearing climax, his balls tightening up as he prepared to release inside her. 

"Cum for me, Y/N," he commanded, his voice rough with need. "Let go and let me fill you up again." 

She let out everything shamelessly; mewls, whims, load moans of his name as she sank down one last time. Using his shoulder to leverage, gripping his uniform jacket with her fist, tugging him closer. Crying in pleasure as she came all over him. Levi gripped her hips harder, pounding upwards with everything he had, chasing his own release. 

“Nng- Ah-” she complained slightly as his swallowed base teased to finally pop inside. Levi gritted his teeth painfully as he kept gridding upwards, trying to finally put his knot. 

Levi couldn't hold back any longer, reaching forward and biting her harshly over his claiming mark once more. Painful gasp left her lips as she twitched over him. With one final powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her tight channel, groaning in pure ecstasy as his climax crashed over him once his knot pressed against her entrance and managed to slip in. His cock twitched violently, spurting hot seed deep within her womb, filling her up completely. 

"Ah- yesss!" he cried out, his voice cracking with pleasure. "Fuck, you feel so fucking good." He kept jerking himself against her, pumping in in vain, unable to pull out, as he kept coming. He held onto her hips tightly, thrusting weakly against her even after he had finished, savouring the feel of being buried inside her. His heart pounded against his chest, and he could feel his breath hitching in his throat as the aftermath washed over him. 

Body slacked against the chair, collapsing on it. Hair sticking to each other's face as both panted heavily trying to catch their breath, chest rising and falling rapidly. Her head buried on the crook of his neck. Then she tilted lightly to the right as his hands softly caressed her face, pushing the sticky locks out of her features. She smiled softly with blushed cheeks and half lidded eyes in satisfaction. Leading forward, sharing a couple of sloppy kisses as they came down the peak.  

The once warm light that came through the window had turned coldly as the night slightly slipped in.  He felt exhausted yet satisfied, but an uncomfortable whine followed by a hiss left his lips as he felt her move. “Don’t” he warned her, his hand gripping her hips to hold her in place. His knot still locking them together and his cock twitched in overstimulation. 

Y/N groaned uncomfortable, “How long does this take?” 

“The more you move, the longer it will take,” He said, “Half an hour at least,” 

“I’m hungry,” she complained. 

“Well... that make two of us,” Levi replied. 

[jeonqkooks]

a little taste | jjk (m.)

the one with just the tip.

[ ‘ a little taste ’ series masterpost ]

pairing: jungkook x f!reader

rating: 18+ (minors dni)

genre/warnings: established relationship, smut (pwp), unprotected s✩x (this is fictional, don't do it irl folks), cre✩mpie, jungoo is an ✩ss grabber, he's also a lil shit, 2 secs of dirty talk?, swearing, they're both frustrated lol, zero editing pls forgive me

word count: 1.3k

note: happy sunday errbody! we got a surprise ALT drop 🥳 i have no excuse, i woke up this morning and wrote this in one sitting before i even got out of bed lmao. have fun all u horndawgs <3

— as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

You know how you got here, and the reason is very stupid.

It always starts with a meaningless discussion, really.

You two were having a quiet night in, cuddling on the couch and watching a rerun of your favorite TV show when a raunchy joke popped up, which somehow (because bless Jungkook’s brain and his useless ability to jump from point A all the way to point Z in a blink of an eye) led to the infamous “Just the Tip” debate.

You were taking the Negative, for obvious reasons, and he was on the Affirmative side. Jungkook wasn’t arguing that all men could handle themselves when their literal dick is inside of a woman; more so that he, this one specific individual, easily could.

And you suppose that’s why you’re here, trying to settle the argument, the both of you naked from the waist down. His hard cock pokes at your entrance as his eyes twinkle with a mischievous glint. Jungkook is always so competitive, but he sometimes forgets that you are too, and you’ll try your goddamn hardest to make sure he loses this one.

Okay, maybe it’s not just a silly little debate. It might have escalated into a silly little bet, one that involves the loser having to fold the laundry for a whole month.

Which so happens to be your least favorite chore.

Which only gives you more incentive to win.

Men are simple creatures, how hard can this be?

You bite your lip as he pushes in, just the tip, then stills. The stretch is a little dry at first, and a tad uncomfortable. You barely prepped before both of your shorts flew off somewhere in favor of you wanting to prove a point. Jungkook’s fingers slip through your folds to find your clit, fondling the nub until he could feel you getting wetter by the second, coating the tip of his cock in your slick.

“Ready to lose?” you ask coyly, to which he only responds with a playful scoff before he pulls his hips back, nearly slipping out of you in the process. He bucks forward again, and you can already tell that he’s trying to hold back, to be mindful of how shallow his thrusts have to be lest he wants to give you a few more inches than necessary.

“Fuck,” a tiny, whiny, moan escapes your lips, barely audible to your own ears but Jungkook catches it. He smirks at you triumphantly, never stopping his movements down there. God, you’re really not used to this. Whenever you two are on each other, it’s always hard and unrestrained, purely focused on making the other feel as good as possible.

How the hell is he so good at this? 

Maybe you should’ve known. What can’t Jungkook do?

You keep expecting more every time he pulls back, anticipating that his cock will fill you to the brim like it always does. But then he gives you just the fucking tip - which you suppose is fair; that’s the whole point of this idiotic bet after all - and you swear you could burst from frustration.

Jungkook senses your inner turmoil, how you’re trying to keep yourself from begging him to fuck you silly. You can’t say you’re surprised when he tugs his t-shirt over his head - in that insanely hot way that guys do! - and throws it recklessly across the room, flexing his abs and biceps at you. It’s like his tattoos have a mind of their own, the intricate ink winking at you with his every move like it’s mocking you, tempting you.

What’s on the line again?

Oh, right, laundry. Fuck!

You’re positively dripping with arousal, a want - no, a need - that he just won’t satiate. “That’s not fair,” you complain, even though your hands are already reaching for him, pulling him closer so you could touch him all over. 

“Who said anything about fair?” he says before he kisses you, his tongue slipping past the seal of your lips to taste you. He moans against your mouth as his fingers sneak down to squeeze your bare ass.

So he wants to play dirty? Well, you can do dirty too.

You time his thrusts so that when he ruts forward, you clench around his cock. 

That’s when you feel it. Him, deeper and throbbing inside of you.

For the first time since this started, you have the upper hand.

You break the kiss only to narrow your eyes at him. “That felt like more than just the tip,” you purr.

Jungkook groans, but it sounds more like a growl than anything. Okay, he’s really competitive. His hands dig into your ass so roughly that you’re pretty sure it will bruise in the morning. His hips stop moving entirely, trapping his cock within your walls where it’s achingly, deliciously hard.

You can practically feel his self-control slipping away, and all over a single clench?!

It might’ve taken you a bit longer than expected but alas, men are simple creatures.

You squeeze around him again, just for kicks. “What’s the matter, baby?” you tease, enjoying the way his eyebrows knit together tightly, almost like he’s angry. “Ready to admit defea– Oh!”

Then, that motherfucker shuts you right up. Jungkook shoves his whole length inside of you until he bottoms out, aided by the wetness that gushes out of you. He gives you a single grunt as the base of his cock rubs against your clit, the tension in your belly amping up tenfold when you feel him, so fucking deep in you because that’s where he belongs. This is what you wanted.

“What’s the matter, baby?” he mocks you with a sly smirk, though he doesn’t give you any time to answer before he starts fucking you with fervor, pounding you into the couch - or the next dimension - like he’s got a personal vendetta.

“I– fuck–!” If you could formulate a coherent response, you would shoot him back a retort - You lost! - but whoops, all rational thought flew out the window the second he rewarded you with his cock. It’s absolutely insane how easily he’s able to render you speechless just like that.

You struggle to even moan his name, for crying out loud. Jungkook holds your legs open so he could fuck you better, the tip of his cock kissing your g-spot with every thrust, sending you embarrassingly quickly to the edge you’ve been looking for. You hold onto him for dear life, nails digging into his shoulders and making him grunt from the added pain. It’s right there, you’re so close…

“C’mon,” he purrs, ducking down to suck a mark into the skin of your neck, “come for me. I know you want to.”

Just a few more thrusts and you’re falling right into that sea of bliss that awaits you at the bottom of the cliff. You come hard around his cock as a shout rips itself free from your throat - not even of his name, or anything in particular - and Jungkook is falling right behind you. He empties himself inside of you with a broken moan, warm ropes of his cum painting your velvety walls white. 

You hold onto each other like that for a while longer, neither of you caring about how his softening cock is letting your combined release trickle out of you and onto the material of the couch. You play with his hair as he kisses your neck softly, and when he finally props himself up on his forearms to look down at you, there’s something so sweet in his gaze that makes you flush all over.

It almost makes you forget about what you’ve been playing for. Rationality starts crawling back in again after the dicking down you just had.

Almost being the keyword. Too bad for your boyfriend though.

“I won,” you say happily, giving him your brightest grin.

“Did you really win though?” he asks, eyes narrowing playfully at you. Always the negotiator, this one. “Or did you want me to fuck you so badly that I let you win?”

“I won. You said just the tip and then you gave me your whole dick. Now prepare to fold the laundry for a whole month.”

— all rights reserved © jeonqkooks. reposting, translating and/or modifying is not permitted by any means. [posted 14.05.2023]

[skzooweemama]

Helloooo

Could you do a thing of like how you found out skz was ticklish for the first time🤭

Only if you want to ofc, tyyy💖

but ofcccc~

what a cute idea! i. am. in. love!!

i hope i did this justice and again i apologize for these wait times <33

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How You Find Out They’re Ticklish!

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Bang Chan:

i feel like w chan you were curious

like his love language is 1000000% physical touch

he's touching his members all the time, and he's touching you all. the. time.

back hugs, forehead kisses, hand holding, playing with your hair

he's usually making physical contact with you whenever the two of you are together

because sometimes you don't get to be together so he's gotta savor what he can get

on to my point

he pokes you a lot and he's kind of a lowkey tickle monster

and one day! you're fed up!

like why should he be tickling you all the time hm?

time to try it out for yourself

when he's in one of his goofy/fun moods and he's poking at you, you decide to poke him back

he freezes, not expecting this turn of events

that's all the info you need fr

while he's buffering, you get in all the tickles you can

this becomes a frequent occurence, and you pretty much tickle him whenever you can

it's not your fault though!

channie's giggles are heaven, and you're so glad you can hear them whenever you want <3

Lee Know:

this one happened as a total accident

i think minho wouldn't be too big on affection until y'all were a little more comfortable with each other, and then that's when he'd want to be more touchy

his affection is quiet, like a soft hug or kiss on your forehead

it's way sweeter than he realizes, honestly, and it makes you wanna give him affection back

picture this

cuddling on the couch, you nestled into his side while his hand strokes your hair

it's quiet and you're just enjoying each other's company

you begin to absentmindedly rub his tummy, lost in the nice feeling of his hand in your hair

almost immediately, you feel him tense up and pull away from you gently

you're about to apologize until you see that his ears are red and he's biting his lips

"are you ticklish here?" you whisper, hand ghosting over the same spot.

"no, you're insan- AHH!" and he's lost in a fit of giggles

the lying does not work out for him this time but he just lets it happen because he's tired

you won't get this lucky again, so use your time wisely!

Changbin:

with changbin, it was inevitable

you are obsessed with him, of course you wanna feel him up ;)

when you discover his weakness, the two of you are at the gym together

you both had just finished up and were helping each other stretch out to avoid soreness

he is so gentle with you, stretching your muscles just enough to feel good but not enough to hurt

in turn, you help work out the tension in his shoulders

he gets really giddy when you do this actually, it's adorable

post work out mirror pics are a MUST

you best trust that binnie will work those angles for you!

he's flexing in the mirror when your eyes are drawn to his pecs

he just looks so good and you decide you need to touch him

back hug? nope.

biddie attack!

your hands snake around him from behind and squeeze his pecs

changbin screams and clamps his arms down to try and fight your hands off while letting out his signature giggles

he even ends up on the floor while trying to get away from you lmao

waste no time in getting your tickles in!

you're just giving him just one more small core workout! thats all!

Hyunjin:

it really did not take that long for you to discover hyun is ticklish

like c'mon, he is so dramatic

(yelps like a dog before you even touch him sometimes smh)

it definitely happened on one of your first dates

it's a cute memory just because it was so awkward

there was a small art pop up he wanted to go see and he asked you to go with him

ofc you said yes <3

you showed up looking cute, and that made hyunjin kind of shy and hyper aware of himself

so he was jumpy

the

entire

time.

you almost didn't think about it when he jumped and let out a small squeak from your hand grazing his side lightly

almost.

deciding to test your theory, you wrapped and arm around his waist in what seemed to be an innocent side hug, but was really something much more sinister

that much was obvious when you dug your fingers into his flesh and he let out a loud squawk, confirming that he was in fact incredibly ticklish

you giggled and apologized, hugging him close right after

hyunjin almost wondered if you didn't mean to- was his secret safe still?

the answer to that was a resounding "no!" when he dropped you off at home and you gave him some goodbye tickles 😜

Han:

okay but han also has the tendency to be dramatic

like why are you screaming? calm down??

he's just goofy and when you first found out he was ticklish, it actually wasn't even the first time you had accidentally tickled him

picture this:

ultimate mario kart smack down with the rest of his members and you're playing dirty

like you weren't even trying to win, you were just trying to beat han in the most defeating way possible

it didn't matter if you came in second to last, as long as he was last

han was pretty good at mario kart too, so that made things significantly harder

at first, you just tried to sabotage him every chance you got

unfortunately that only worked for so long before he was climbing the ranks once again

next you tried to distract him by leaning your body into his, getting in his line of sight, and just all in all being super annoying

han was locked in, your plan did nothing

finally, you pulled out the big guns and tasered his side

han screamed, dropping his controller and grasping his side like you hurt him

immediately you felt bad and started apologizing, but minho waved you off

"don't worry, he's fine. just ticklish."

oh?

safe to say you used that to your advantage and han did, in fact, come in last <3

Felix:

felix is your sweetie

i just love him so much

he likes to bake for you as a surprise, just whenever he feels like you deserve it

which is a lot of the time bc he loves you so much

one afternoon after you had finished a giant assignment for your midterms, he came over to celebrate

by "celebrate", i mean y'all just took a nap together

but really that sounds like heaven so i digress

when you woke up, you were alone and suddenly sad, so you went to find him

ofc, felix was in the kitchen making you some celebratory cookies!!

your heart melted

he beamed at you when you entered the kitchen, cooing at you and calling you cute

you flushed and he wrapped you up in a tight embrace, swaying you back and forth

i'm literally gonna die i love him so much

as you hugged him back, your fingers inadvertently dug into his sides and suddenly he was giggling and squirming in your hold

you laughed at his reaction, nuzzling into his chest as you kept up your tickling

to his credit, felix never pushed you away or told you to stop, he just stood there and took it like a man (a very ticklish man)

he's the besttttt

Seungmin:

i feel like he provoked you

i'm sorry, but seungmin really is just naughty sometimes

like "bad dog!" yk?

he was being lowkey mean all day and you were actually fed up

the last straw was when he refused your affection for the millionth time in one night, and it actually made you so mad you were close to tears

you stormed off to your bedroom, telling him to leave you alone for a while

(idk why i like these sorts of situations with seungmin but i do)

he felt guilty and followed after you soon after, finding you stewing in your anger on the bed

wordlessly, he sat beside you

imagine a guilty puppy staring at you, begging for forgiveness

you huffed at him and turned away, but that didn't stop him

seungmin crawled onto the bed and tackled you with a hug, murmuring that he was sorry in your ear

you groaned loudly, pushing at him as he laid on top of you, calling him annoying and insisting that you were mad at him

ofc, he did not let you go! time to pull out the big guns

you reached down and grasped his hips, squeezing at them quickly

seungmin cried out, peals of laughter leaving him at this unexpected attack

he tried to roll off of you to get away, but you just followed him to get him back for being so mean :)

I.N:

because innie doesn't like touching, i think it took awhile before he allowed you to touch him enough times to find out he's ticklish

but when you do, he can't keep his secret any longer lol

he had come to your apartment for a impromptu date night after practice

it was super casual, like a sweatpants, snacks, and a movie kinda night

but you could tell something was bugging him

jeongin kept shifting and sitting in different positions and he seemed to be in pain

you asked what was wrong and insisted he tell you, which he finally did and explained that his feet were hurting from dancing

shyly, you offered to rub them for him and told him that something similar used to happen to your mom after work

he was just as shy as you about the offer, but eventually set his feet in your lap

you got to work, rubbing out all the tension you felt in his feet, and by the end of it, he was feeling better

he gave you a big smile and thanked you genuinely

he's so cute- anywayyy

before he could move his feet, your hand accidentally brushed one of his soles as you reached down to pull your blanket closer

jeongin nearly kneed you in the jaw with how hard he jerked, a scream jumping from his throat

luckily, you were fast and held his leg down when he freaked out, smiling at him mischievously as you teasingly ran your nails down his soles again

he nearly saw god from how bad that tickled

yeahhhh if his feet started hurting again, it definitely wasn't from dancing hahaaaa

[explosionshark]

(Kicking my feet off the bed Iike Faith) so anyways. Caitlyn’s maternal family have been watchers for generations, but Caitlyn resents that her mother uses her influence on the Watcher’s Council to keep Cait out of harm’s way. She LEAPS at the opportunity to ship off across the pond & be away from her, even if her assignment at that point is just “twiddle your thumbs for a bit”.

she’s assigned to the same county that Vi is incarcerated in: ostensibly because the council has credible reports of a potential slayer in the area & will send details soon (lol), more realistically bc sending her there fulfills her desire to be In The Field while satisfying Cassandra’s desire to keep her safe. After all, the only would-be Slayer she could mentor is behind bars, and the Council can’t just meddle in the American Judicial System for their own benefit, right???

right?????

Anyway Vi 110% does not listen to her bc who the fuck are you, you’re like 4 years at most on me, fuck off. It’s Caitlyn exasperatedly trying to explain things and plan with Vi whose solution to everything is just “okay but I can stake them and they die right? So why not just go in with that plan every time?” While Caitlyn tries not to Scream

im realizing implies Jayvik are the closest things to Willow and Tara and yknow what. That’s not that wrong either. When you really think about it, Mel leaving Piltover is kinda like Cordelia leaving Sunnydale. Which I guess makes Noxus the Los Angeles of League/Arcane, a statement that is actually not untrue LMAO

Anyways. I’m going insane about this now. I’m so normal about this. Vi the Vampire Vlayer real.

CAITLYN IS WESLEY....!!!! LIKE SHE SUCKS LESS BUT DUDE SHE'S LIKE IF WES WAS A HOT LESBIAN WITH MOM ISSUES

Honestly, Cait's mentor being Grayson who managed to pull strings for her to get Vi released is perfect bc like. Yes it was the right thing to do. But it also involves the absolutely unconscious flex of a massive amount of privilege that Caitlyn would 100% not even think of acknowledging (it's not PERSONAL privilege after all, it's just using the massive institutional power she has behind her and it's actually just making things right so no big deal???) and that would absolutely put her and Vi in such a tense place to start out bc Caitlyn literally bucks the entire prison system ("what like it's hard?") that has had its boot on Vi's neck for years and THEN starts telling her whAT TO DO. NO SHE DOESN'T HAVE FIELD EXPERIENCE BUT SHE TRAINED A LOT AND HAS ALL THESE BOOKS

But also she IS hot and Vi IS a dyke and she ALSO is weak to anyone taking care of her at all so it wouldn't take much to get a hook in her.

Jayvik + Mel rounding out the Scoobies is so good. Ekko + the Firelights could stand in for Gunn and his crew. There's something here. I'm going crazy.

[HEAVY BREATHING] VI AND CAIT H/C AFTER THE CRUCIAMENTUM (CAIT WASN'T TOLD ABOUT IT, ABSOLUTELY FLIPS HER SHIT WHEN SHE FINDS OUT VI IS IN DANGER, BIG BREAK FROM HER IDEALISM HERE)

[cementcornfield]

Sooooo-How was it???

it was super fun!! well, i say that, but we all saw that game lol, it was definitely an agonizing 2nd and 3rd quarter. if my brother in law hadn’t taken it upon himself to get me constant refills of vodka sodas i don’t know what i’d have done lmao. 

anyway, i just got home and here’s some rambling about everything below the cut if anyone is interested! 

football thoughts

we got the win, so thank god. i know it was an ugly one, but jesus christ did we need it. the season isn’t saved at 2-4 by any means, but at least it’s not COMPLETELY ruined yet.  defense stepping up was great to see! bj, trey, and dj in particular seemed like they were everywhere they needed to be when they needed to be there, which was awesome. and yeah, i know it was daniel jones and the giants, but they just beat a pretty decent seahawks team and were actually a playoff team two years ago, so i’ll take it for now! like as bad as our defense has been, it certainly hasn’t helped that we’ve been going against some of the top offenses in the league like the ravens and commanders. so it’s good to see them hold an opponent off that we should have been able to hold off, you know? 

special teams also was awsome! ryan rehkow’s punts are really cool to see in person! (they go so high!!) 

offense….well. um. we could use some work there! what was it, 5 punts in a row and then a fumble?? yikes yikes yikes. play calling…. execution…. all of it was a problem. but i guess they just couldn’t find a rhythm with that d-line, which is definitely one of the toughest in the league, so i get it. but we better start figuring it out by next week with myles garrett…

off the field, sideline thoughts

joe’s 47 yard TD was insane though!!! seeing that in person was wild because of how excited all the bengals fans were and how horrified the giants fans were lmao. and the way he dove right through the pylon at the end had me so scared he didn’t actually make it, it’s so stressful when no one is commentating and telling you exactly what’s going lol. but joe doing his flex!!! and ja’marr and tee and the rest of the guys running up to him! we got a pinky shake!!! ja’marr flexing back?!?! come on. that was adorable! 

speaking of adorable celebrations, after bj tipped that ball that led to germaine’s interception, they had a cute moment on the sideline that i wish i’d captured. they did a little hand shake/celebration thing, and then kind of just like, held onto each other’s arms for way longer than i thought they would lmao. i love those two, their dynamic needs to be talked about more! (and they were roommates etc etc) 

but other than that, it wasn’t really a game for a lot of cute moments 😔 mostly everyone was just frustrated on the sidelines! ja’marr couldn’t sit still and kept getting up to pace around (which feels very On Brand, so that was nice confirmation.) joe would stare intensely at his ipad and sometimes wander off to stand on his own for awhile and watch the game lol. i found it interesting that no one tried to interact with him in those moments, that must be something that he just does sometimes and everyone is used to it! 

OH at one point joe was super pissed after a play, i think it must have been one of his sacks, and you could tell he wanted to, if not slam, at least forcefully place his helmet back on the stand. but as he was about to do it, he noticed that jake’s helmet was in his spot lol. so he had to pause in his angry ritual and move jake’s helmet, and then just kind of sadly set the helmet down instead, poor guy, even that couldn’t go right :( 

and then the very scary part was when joe took that BIG hit and they made him go in the blue tent!!! god i was so drunk and confused and scared at that point, i had to hold my sister’s hand the whole time he was in there. but, thankfully he wasn’t in there long, and he came out looking even more pissed that they made him go in in the first place lmao. 

that’s about all i got! it was a really fun experience and i’m glad i got to see a W! wasn’t quite the week though for a lot of cute moments for sure. but oh well! i’ll see if i have any pictures or videos worth posting…. 

[umemiyan]

𝗥𝗢𝗕𝗜𝗡 & 𝗦𝗔𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗨. ⌇ wedding moodboard

i was tagged by @yuujispinkhair! ty this was super fun 💕

so… the original plan was to have an actual wedding. or a slightly more traditional actual wedding, with guests and food and all that stuff. i was never thrilled about it, but i figured i’d get over it, and he’s not exactly one for tradition either but figured it was his rich boi duty to flex with a wedding.

but the planning starts grating on our nerves. because we don’t give a fuck. LMAO like i can only stand listening to classy ladies talk about dresses and flowers for so long, and he’s basically the same; all the formalities are a bore and remind him far too much of his stifling childhood.

one day we’re just strolling around near the river, and it’s super nice and chill. i’m like “lol what if we were able to get married here” and he says “who says we can’t?” so. we ditch the wedding plans while it’s still early and arrange to get hitched in that very spot the next day.

we already have my dress and the rings, but everything else is basically an improvisation. and it’s SO much fun. we find some last-minute flowers, take a dip in the water, and go out for ice cream afterwards since we don’t have a cake. we look a little bit insane, but it’s honestly the best decision we could’ve made.

🏷️ no-pressure tags: @sugurei @forest-hashira @schrodingers-romy @hash-slinging-slasher-trash @papersirens + anybody else who wants to join!

[beemers-hell]

Like you did with Doc, can we get your Tricky headcanons please (smiley emoji)

Same format as last time then!

Tricky HCs!

Around ~60-65ish

AMAB gender whatever, doesn't really give a fuck to label himself anything specific Period, he uses "clown" to refer to himself in both the first and third person anyway

Around ~6'07"ish

Mexican (I'm not projecting)

The only thing Hofnarr had going on with him in life was being autistic asf which led him to being very skittish and socially withdrawn but academically superior, and being autistic still applies to Tricky, though he doesn't face the same challenges nor have the same academic desires he did when he was alive bc of him lowkey being a reality bending God atp lmao. He can do whatever he wants now so if something clashes with the autism negatively then he can instantly get rid of it (I'm not projecting)

Aside from that, the only afflictions he's got going on are what you'd expect of a fuckin 60 year old rotting zombie lol

He is still the genius he was when he was Hofnarr! And he's not trying to hide it or anything like that! His interests have just shifted from the academic world to frivolous things that bring him instantaneous satisfaction, like DJing and Partying and Killing People, obvs lol. This isn't to say he doesn't still get enjoyment out of flexing his brain and putting his smarts to use, he just acts much more on impulse and short term dopamine rushes, as opposed to how Hofnarr acted mainly on careful methodical planning and long term dopamine cycles.

He had a thing going on with Jeb when he was still Hofnarr, though neither of them really "pursued" it in a very Definitive or Official capacity. It was very much a "What are we?" kind of situation ykwim. He did of course care very deeply for Christoff but Jeb was too emotionally closed off to truly let him in like that, so it was mainly relegated to chance intimate moments and the occasional heat of the moment "incidents" lol, but they missed out on something real. Tricky, even now, knows there's a part of him that still feels that way for Jeb but he knows damn well that they're not gonna have what they could've all that time ago, so he's more content to just playfully tease him and dick around and get on his nerves than pursue something more, Jeb can't keep up with Tricky's insanity the same way others could. This esp applies in dad au, where Jeb is essentially Boxxy's second dad since he helped raise her, but he's not "with" Tricky like that.

Despite what you'd expect of a homicidal freak like Tricky is, he's incredibly social and down to hang and do whatever cause he's always in search of a good time! Except if he's pissed off about something with Hank or the AAHW but I digress. Dude fuckin loves clubbing and headlining sets for them, he loves breaking it down on the dancefloor, of course half the time he parties it ends in him fuckin massacring the joint he's chilling at but tbh, maybe you just need to get used to the "killin" part of "chillin n killin"

The visual of the static and words that pops up around him in the series obvs is just a cool visual thing with him but I like to think that he can just like…do that shit lol. Like if he so feels inclined, he'll project screams and static into the minds of people, which effects them in such a way where their brain functions are numbed to hell and they practically cease being able to make decisions, form thoughts, or even use brain power to move their bodies n shit, and they're just subjected to internal screaming in addition to whatever the fuck Tricky feels like doing to them.

Whenever he scuffles with Hank, he Especially tries to not use any cheap tricks to get a leg up over him, bc Hank is one of the few people who can actually give him a challenge in a fight and that makes things WAAAAAAY more exciting and fun, so doing some underhanded shit he could easily pull bc of his reality bending powers just makes shit less fun, and he values fun over anything else. Unless Hank actually manages to piss him the fuck off during a fight, in which cause He won't give a fuck anymore, and he'll go full fuck it we ball mode n try whatever to kill his ass, like going flame demon mode n chasing him n shit like that

When he talks he audibly uses tone indicators out loud, like verbally saying "slash J" or "slash Joke" out loud when he speaks. he doesn't do it to be courteous or whatever he just thinks its sounds funny as hell

[moonshynecybin]

unsolicited opinion here:

I think Valentinos fingers are longer but think Marc’s palms are like… broader? If that makes sense. Kind of like their general statue.

Also the one pic of Marc holding up his hands to his face genuinely made me go insane. I. What?

redacted zoneeeee:

their hands are HUGE and it makes both of them insaneeee.... like i think for vale he likes to see how STRONG marc is (jacked bottommmm) and how he keeps that in check for vale so nicely..... wont move a muscle unless he asks... wrists flexing hands grabbing at the sheets, staying still while vale eats him out. big hand on the back of vale's neck or in his hair marc's legs thrown over his shoulder every muscle in his body trembling.... it makes him literally crazy

and MARC loves well. the typical things you love when you want to fuck a guy with long fingers lmao. he wants them inside his mouth he wants them inside his hole he wants them around his throat he wants them in his hair and by god HE GETS THEMMMMM... truly before they get back together it is marc's NUMBER ONE horny thought to me, like even more than being fucked he misses vale's HANDS and the precise way he used to touch him... truly SO much of it is also a competence thing like. those hands wrapped around handlebars shaking up champagne pointing out how the bike functions in big italian gestures.... he is obsessed he is staring at his fingers in presscons he is having the most insane wet dreams it is dire. FOR YEARS!!!!

[gyubasevin]

kim jiwoong nsfw a-z

pairing; reader x jiwoong, i tried to keep everything as gender neutral as i could think <3

rating; 18+!!! minors dni i will hunt u down and block u so hard

genre; smut, maybe a little fluff???

notes; not really proofread, also might make this a series for zb1 legal line?? idk the jiwoong brain rot is real bad for me rn so here i am. (ha get it) also sorry if my grammar or wtv is horrendous im not the smartest im just here to entertain LMAO

a = aftercare: what are they like after sex?

100% showering you in love after sex, jiwoong would refuse to leave your side until he was positive you were okay after talking to you to calm you down. even when he finally did leave it was only to go run the two of you a bath and get something to clean the both of you up.

b = body part: their favorite body part on their body and their s/o?

on him he loves his voice, he always knows exactly what to say and how to say it, its a h u g e flex of his and it takes every bone in his body to not let everyone know just how turned on he can get you from talking alone.

on you he loves your collarbone/neck area?? one of his favorite ways to pass time is running his lips along your skin, loving these places so much bc of how sensitive they are on you.

c = cum: anything to do with cum

most ppl would assume he loves seeing you covered in his cum most and while he does, there's nothing more he loves than HIMSELF actually being covered in YOUR cum. he adores the physical evidence of how good he makes you feel, whether that's you giving him a facial or creaming all over his cock he loves it more than he could ever say.

d = dirty secret: what’s a dirty secret that they have?

he secretly has a thing for spit i think, he often imagines spitting in your mouth or how much he loves the way you drool when taking him in your mouth, adoring the fucked out look on your face that comes with it, he thinks its so cute.

e = experience: how experienced are they?

he is definitely not inexperienced, i imagine he has only done anything with his close lovers and not being really one for hooking up at all. he might just be okay at first but once he gets to know your body, you will wish he hadn't. ;)

f = favorite position: what’s their favorite position?

100% missionary, he loves being bent over top of you with his face in your neck, listening to how perfect you sound in his ear. ofc knowing how crazy it drives him all you can manage to moan out are the sweetest praises for him, how he's the only one who can make you feel so good, how he stretches you out so perfectly, like his cock was made just for you. its your favorite too, so obsessed with him everything down to the way his sweat drips down on your skin drives you insane, your senses being overwhelmed by just him. (i know im down bad.)

g = goofy: are they humorous in the moment?

it can start out a bit goofy at times, but i think once actually getting into it jiwoong isn't ever really goofy unless trying something new you're worried about he might act less serious so you know its still just him, for the most part though no.

h = hair: are they well kept down there?

he keeps things trimmed and tidy but not completely bald

i = intimacy: what are they like during the moment, romance wise?

jiwoong is the s w e e t e s t during sex, making you feel good makes him feel good and he mostly there for you pleasure rather than his own. he sees sex as a very intimate thing and he loves just being there in the moment just the two of you, never letting you forget just how much he loves you.

j = jack off: how do they masturbate?

i don't see him masturbating too often, only if for some reason the two of you can't see each other for awhile. otherwise he figures why do it himself when he has a perfectly good partner who's more than willing to help him out!!!

k = kink: do they have any kinks?

praise kink - both giving and receiving praise can make him cum in seconds flat pleasepleaseplease praise him

voyeurism - he doesn't like to share but sometimes when he is alone he gets off to the thought of someone else watching just how well he destroys you, OR the idea of making you watch him touch himself, squirming in your seat cause you want to touch him so badly :(

l - location: where do they like to do it?

jiwoong is a simple man, he enjoys doing it in the bed 99.9% of the time, although he does like to do it in the shower sometimes if he's really feeling frisky.

m = motivation: what gets them turned on?

i imagine jiwoong gets turned on s o easily, if you even give him a certain look he is suddenly all bricked up and he can't keep his hands off of you, he's not shy to let you know when he needs a hand. his #1 turn on is when you crawl to straddle his lap, he loves when you take control even if its only a little bit.

n = no: what would they say no to?

definitely not into any bodily fluids other than cum from either of you, spit is good but that's about it. he also isn't into anything that would hurt you too bad even if you ask for it he would just kiss your lips and sweetly suggest something less intense i think

o = oral: how are they when it comes to oral sex?

he is definitely not bad with his mouth, but for sure more skilled in the hand department. his head alone is good ofc, but he knows how to work you just right with his fingers and mouth combined he will have you finishing on his tongue in minutes if that.

p = pace: are they slow and sensual or fast and rough?

he is a good middle ground tbh, its not TOO slow but its sensual and slow enough that you can both enjoy the intimacy of the moment rather than fucking into you like a wild animal (which he could also do if you beg him nice enough!!!)

q = quickie: what do they think about quickies?

not super into quickies, would rather just tease you all day long and make you wait until you get home since he knew he himself is fine until then. that way he can really take his time with you and on top of that he gets to listen to you beg for him alllll day long, its a win win for him.

r = risk: are they willing to go the extra mile?

the only big risk jiwoong is willing to take is being caught, like he loves to fuck you in the dorms right when he knows other members are on their way back or something but when it comes to pain for either one of you he is VERY hesitant, he sees sex as a way to feel good so he is more into praise and body worship, things like that.

s = stamina: how long do they last? how many rounds can they go?

jiwoong is the type to make himself last a loooong time and make you personally finish multiple times, rather than go multiple rounds he prefers to tire you out then finish :)

t = toys: do they own any toys? do they use it on themselves or their s/o?

he probably has a wand vibrator for you whenever he REALLY wants to tease you but he doesn't use it super super often, then FOR SURE like a pocket pussy of some kind for when he's alone, he l o v e s to send you videos of him using it when you're apart for awhile just to really mess with you.

u = unfair: do they like to tease?

tease is practically his middle name, he hardly will touch you unless you're already begging him first.

v = volume: how loud are they? what sounds do they make?

hes not afraid to make noise at all but really he is just a groaner, especially when he cums he loves to cover you in kisses and groan in your ear, unless you flip roles for the night and its you fucking and teasing him ohohoh he will whimper for you until the sun starts to rise.

w = wild card: a random headcanon for the character

tbh im too lazy to do this one rn... when i find some kind of motivation ill just post a one shot or something I GOT U!!!!!

x = x-ray: what’s going on under that clothing?

jiwoong is just average length and girth i feel like, 100% circumcised also you cannot convince me otherwise.

y = yearning: how high is their sex drive?

veeeery high, he could easily fuck every single day if you wanted to, he doesn't initiate it very much because if he did then it would probably just be overwhelming for you.

z = zzz: how fast do they fall asleep after?

he makes sure you are well taken care of before he falls asleep, so normally he will be up for at least half an hour afterwards, sometimes more if you just had an intense session.

[sinning-23]

Publicity Pt.1

HEYYYY everyone how we feeling about the introoo?

*crickets*

Lmao okay so what this is a bit of a indulgent fic I don't CAREEE! As a gorilaz fan I'm coming up on almost 2 years damn near 3 of NO CONTENT IM GOING INSANE-

Also- the events in terms of line phases are sort of out of order? Like I know the lore lol but I’m kinda also free forming this shit lol? Stay w me now-

Hopefully this finds someone like me who was also crazing some good fucking food! Heres the first official part!

ENJOY!~

Wordcount: a lot lol

Warnings: smoking, language, mention of marijuana, blood/nosebleed, y/n is a dirty little snoop

Link to Intro: Publicity (Introduction)

Link to Publicity Pt.2

Now in the muffled parking garage, 2D's lanky build slinks to the passenger side of the car to which he opens your door.

'A gentleman, thank the stars' You think to yourself, the notion quickly being overpowered by the next thought.

'Why the FUCK are there bullet holes in this door?!' You gulp, brows furrowing at the damage.

It's like the owl can sense your panic and speaks. He even shrieks like one for a second.

"Ah, 's not mine! Murdoc let me use 'is car, not sure why? Can' see too good, but I made 'it here alrigh'." 2D explains, your heart faltering anxiously.

Again…

THERE ARE PEOPLE YOU CAN HIRE FOR THIS!

Today was proving to have quite enough excitement. What you wanted…no needed was a bath and a fuckin blunt.

Your carry on growing heavy on your arm. But then that too is soon gone when he offers to take it and pop it in the trunk. Reluctantly agreeing, he slides your bag off gently, watching your skeptical demeanor as you eyeball the car interior.

The roof is scratched up, with splotches of all kinds painting it, mainly dingy white and brown. The seats are about the same, dirtied with shoe prints and stains.

With worn leather, the fabric peels off the stitching along the seams and scratches the flesh of your exposed thighs when you cautiously sit down.

Sticky

A chill rises up against your spine as you fight the urge to hold your breath, crinkle your nose, wrench, or a combination of the three. You breathe in deep, the rolled down window giving you some sense of peace and 2D struggles to start the car. He gives an awkward smile before clearing his throat and trying again, this time the engine rumbling to life.

And then he does it,

One hand briefly pushed bright, blue hair out his face before slinging around the back of your seat. The other skilfully grips the wheel. His eyes squint briefly, jaw defined as he chews his bottom lip in concentration. Then there's the flex of his arm, the veins a bit prominent as you ogle him.

Heeeee’s lowkey fine now that you're taking the time to observe. The voice might just grow on you too.

"Won' be long before we're at the studio," He informs, albeit a bit nervous.

You only nod, the slight awkwardness rising in your chest.

"I-I see. Uh, I appreciate you coming, my team and I are usually a lot more coordinated than this! Been a while I suppose." You admit, fidgeting with the peeling leather seat, picking some off with your nails.

He gives you a wide, gap-toothed smile before reaching over to the glove compartment. You freeze for a moment not wanting to break his concentration as he multitasks driving and fishing something out of the storage space.

“Ah, sorry love-.” He hums, his forearm brushing your legs briefly as he retrieves the carton of cigarettes and pushes the door closed.

For something you would have considered a bad habit look strangely good hanging from his lips. He lights his, offering you the open box but you decline. The blue-ette visibly relaxed, one hand steering while the other rests on the middle console.

Shit he was pretty, especially in the lighting of the California sunset. Part of you wanted to tell him that, strike up more of a conversation. Would that be weird?

“Y’ staring miss. Somefin’ wrong?” He speaks, the gap warping his words.

You go to speak but he adds on.

“S’ real honor to work wi’ you. You’re quite talented mm?” He says it as more of a statement than anything, a teasing one?

Like he knows that you know that you’re talented. You giggle, waving your hand as you find yourself becoming more comfortable.

“I’m surprised you guys responded, I was a fan in my teens, my dad took me to a concert then.” You explain, gazing off into the road ahead.

You missed him.

“I supposed you inspired me to even get into music in the first place. God that voice when I first heard it.” You continue, not feeling the pitch black gaze on your frame, taking you in.

“I almost forgot how much I liked your songs, listened to your whole discography on the plane.” You hum in admiration, your hands fiddling with each other.

Whoa what the hell?? Was that necessary to explain your obsession as a kid??? The word vomit just wouldn’t stop!

“I got home from that concert, oh I was obsessed. But then you guys disappeared and I got so busy building a career I could hardly keep up with the new stuff. Hearing it again, was so comforting.” You end, looking up just to find his eyes wide and already on you.

His got his look in his eye, the cigarette smoke flicking around his face as a faint red tints it. Maybe it’s the lighting? Your stomach flips when you catch his gaze flicker down, almost missing it when he does.

“Whoa! We’re ‘ere!” He chokes out, foot slamming the breaks.

!BANG!

Your body flies forward, face hitting the dash. Maybe instead of being so skeptical about getting in, a seatbelt would have been a better idea.

“AH! I-I’m sorry are you okay miss?!” Panic spreads through 2D’s body as you clutch your face in your hands.

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First impressions are very important. Think of it like an interview! You want to make a good image for yourself and your character. Which senario is the proper way to greet someone you’ve never met before?

A. “Hello, it’s a pleasure to meet you” with a firm handshake and smile

B. Holding your now bleeding nose while the lead singer of your favorite band as a teen panics and shoves handfuls of half-melted ice onto your face

C. A loud shrieking "HI" which comes out gargled and waving with a hand covered in melted ice and blood

D. Both B and C

It was a fucking nightmare. After 2D had damn near concussed you with the slam of the breaks, your head flew foreward faster than you could process leaving you bloodied and aching.

He rushed you into the house, rambling on and on about how he was sorry and that ice should do the trick, and that he would help you get a paper towel. You did your best to plug your nose but it was like a fuckin faucet and your hands were beginning to get sticky.

He’s guiding you with slender fingers, instructing you to tilt your head down whilst grabbing a handful of ice and wrapping it in a paper towel.

“I-I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I dunno why I did tha’ you was just- the breaks I- oh no!” 2D rambles, voice raised an octave as he glanced down at the blood staining his own hands.

“GOU WASH TOUR HANSh!” You sputter, nudging him with your elbow, ice falling in the process.

You sigh heavily, turning to look for a fresh paper towel, but make direct eye contact with 3 other people.

“HI!” You gargle, eyes widening in embarrassment.

It could not get any worse-

A thud sounded from behind you aligned with a wet-sounding 'shwip' and a yelp. 2D just slipped like a fucking cartoon character on your melted, bloody ice.

“What a splendid firs’ impression huh?” Murdoc chuckles, hands clasped together menacingly.

You're quick to wash your hands and wipe what's left of the nosebleed away before helping the lead singer up.

"We jus' got in..." He explains shoulders slumped now as he steps away from you, quickly pulling his hand out of yours.

Ouch?

His eyes sort of drain and he somewhat curls into himself. There's a bit of silence as you shuffle, swallowing hard before realizing that you'd never seen Noodle or anyone else in person.

"Hi! Sooo sorry about all this, freak accident really! It’s so nice to meet you finally!" You announce, stepping forward, only to be cut off by the slightly taller green man who had an ungodly amount of cologne on.

He's got this crooked smile, one that is slightly upturned as his eyes narrow at you.

"Pleasures' all mine darling, pleasure indeed." He grumbles, looking you up and down as you nod slowly.

"Y/n! Yes, very nice to meet you! I see you've already met 2D. This is Russel, and that's Murdoc" Noodle introduces, gesturing to the two members beside her.

“Wanna see the house?” She offers and you can’t help but nod.

From the outside it looked sort of small but interior was pretty damn spacious-

Murdoc had redirected his attention to 2D, who was trying to make himself look smaller. You can’t help but want to linger and thank him for the help. His eyes meet yours but look away just as fast, your heart sinking a bit. Doesn't matter.

You follow behind Noodle, striking up a bit of conversation with Russel who decided to join the two of you.

"There's an extra guest room here! Figure I be easier for you to just stay here than some suit and have to drive back and forth." Noodle explains. The room is pretty standard and decorated quite eclectically.

She guides you up a set of stairs towards everyone else's rooms and a large recording studio. You relax, the feeling of being back in one of these overwhelming. The keyboard catches your eyes first and you let your fingertips dance across the top, then to a set of guitars, last the drumset, a bit worn with a couple stickers on them.

The recording booth was empty, a microphone and headset hanging from the center and you let yourself travel inside. Your stomach turns a bit, remembering how grueling hours of recording could be. How hard you pushed yourself hoping to sound better than the last take.

Straining your vocal cords to the max, scribbling lyrics into your book before capping the page altogether. You glance a bit past the glass at the synthesizers, the buttons and switches make your fingers twitch. Editing your own shit was no easy feat either.

"When do we plan to start? I wanna try and prepare beforehand if that's alright?" you inquire, making Russel smile.

"I like that attitude. We been in here working a bit here and there, I don't think Mudz wants to start just yet."

Noodle nods at Russel's explanation.

"You can use this whenever, though! This'll be your home for a bit so get comfortable," She nods, clasping her hands together before approaching you.

"You have no idea how nice it is to have another woman in the house." Her eyes are wide, the grip on your wrist unrelenting.

You smile and give an understanding nod. As far as you remember from your research, Noodle's been with these guys since she was little, and much like your family, being around them too much can be....a lot.

The house tour was nice and you had decided to head back downstairs to unpack. However, the door down the hall had caught your attention again. Yeah, snooping was bad everyone knew that.

Curiosity did kill the cat. You wait for Noodle and Russel to descend down the stairs before swiftly turning back towards that room. You take a breath, reaching for the doorknob before gripping it.

Fuck...no. No, you just got here you weren't going to disrespect these people by going into his room because you just HAD to see. You knew better than that!

.....

...

..

You step over discarded clothes and shoes turning to look around as you take in everything his room has to offer. The unmade bed makes you chuckle as you observe the slew of horror and thriller posters mounted to the walls along with the occasional Playboy model.

Not bad.

The smell of cigarettes and something sweet linger the longer you stay. Beside the nightstand were a few empty cans, a empty condom, and discarded pill bottles, one of which was open and spilling little round tablets.

You step back, gazing briefly into the bathroom which was a total wreck, more clothes and shoes discarded on the floor along with a half empty toothpaste tube on the counter decorated with empty bottles an skin care. In the sink was a model cruise ship and leaning against the cabinet a... cricket bat? Huh.

Alright, you'd snooped enough and feel a bit of the impending doom of being caught catch up to you. Shaking your head, you head to exit the room just to come face to face with the very person it belong too.

"Were...why're you in my room?" He questions, face heating quickly, his owl like eyes only widening further.

2D's hands pick at his jeans as he searches your glossy eyes for answers. Your mouth agape like a fawkin fish. You sputter, looking behind you, then back at him.

Shit shit shit!

"U-Uh this is your room? I'm sorry I was just um..I was looking forrrr the studio! Yeah!" Youre trying not to let the panic seep through your voice.

He's not buying it

"I didn't mean to come in here I wasn't paying attention and by time I realized and came out haha, uh youu were standing RIGHT here!" You ramble, releasing the door know. Fuck he's on to you, the slow nod he gives only making the air more awkward.

"Righ' then..." He continues, his arm easily sneaking just past your side and to the doorknob.

Your faces are insanely close, and in some sort of awkward and weird feeling dance, you swap places, spinning around one another, not once breaking eye contact. For a moment his arm brushes your side but you shake it off, the brief warmth making you dizzy.

"Stu'io 's that way." He states, tilting his head in the direction of the room.

Your heart in your throat, the sudden proximity making you shiver, swallowing down what you could only pinpoint as embarrassment. Ok, ok, maybe you were safe and he believed it. Good thing you would be downstairs in the guest room for the most part.

"Righ-uh Right! Thank-" Before you can finish he closes his door.

Dude what the fuck! What was that? The bastard is all awkward and sweet when you alone with that stupid accent and that adorable gap.

His stupid hand tilting your head over the dumb nosebleed that HE causes. That fucking voice crack and the slip and fall and- and now he's all of a sudden got this cold shoulder? Hell he even sounds different, what is that about?!

You scoff and follow through with your original plan. Go downstairs and unpack...

But how could you unpack, when they still haven't delivered your luggage to the house.

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2D was a lot of things, well according to what eveyone else had told him. He hadn't thought much about what he thinks about himself, finding it more of a downward spiral than anything. Obedient maybe? He had a knack for doing what he was told, even if he didn't want to. Well most the time it wasn't like he had a choice either. Murdoc was notorious for making him do things. Hittin him too when he didn't do it...or even when he did. That's besides the point though.

Upon request, he was told to escort you from the airport back to the studio which seemed easy enough, but he couldn't quite remember the last time he wasn't in the passenger or backseat. Suppose today was the time to test his driving skills.

And the whole fiasco at the terminal threw him off yeah, but seeing you was worth the trouble. He didn't get time to take you in since the fans got a bit wild but he did get his fill on the car ride back.

He doesn't think he's ever seen someone so pretty. Just effortlessly mind you. It wasn't like you were trying to come off any way either. Especially not with how you initially reacted to the car.

AH right the car.

He didn't mean to make you smash your face he just got nervous is all! Who stares at someone like that while they're driving?! Reflexes got he best of him and BANG!

Peeling his shirt off and laying down now, he relives the last few hours with your presence. And Murdoc of course had to come and try some funny flirty shit. How typical.

But then, that awkward door altercation, god it sent chills up his spine. It wasn't like he cared you were in his room just....shit he wished he'd tidied up before if he knew.

You must think he's gross...boy that'd be a bummer. But you didn't seem grossed out when he saw you come out, just...shocked?

Like you'd be caught doing something you weren't supposed to. He liked that you keep eye contact too. Most folks avoid his gaze, think he's scary.

Not you though, it’s like you can't STOP looking at them and sometimes he wishes you would. No one had ever kept it long enough for him to feel some kind of way about it. Sitting up he plucks the melodica off the side of his bed and plays a few keys.

Already looking for the studio? Hadn't Noodle and Russel just shown you where it was before he got up here? 2D's brows furrow as he thinks about each individual face you made at him today, especially back at the airport.

He's gotten so used to being stared at he can tell when someones doing it from miles away...and you were watching him like a hawk when he pulled out he parking spot.

Had you-

*knock* *knock*

He hesitates to speak but soon replies with a faint, "Yeah?"

Response not fast enough, so he sighs heavily, tossing the instrument aside before swinging the door open and leaning against the frame.

"Hey sorry I...oh."

There you stand, eyes shifting so quickly from his face, them down, then back up again.

"Ahhh i just- yep, sorry goodnight!" You sputter, turning on your heel just as quickly as you came before finding your way down the stairs, shutting the light off behind you.

He can hear your door close with a thud as he stand in the frame of his own more confused that ever.

"Night?"

A/N: Ayeeee pary one is completeee!cI wanna make thisshit kinda awkward between 2d and the reader lol like thyeyre both in the early stages of catching feelings and neither of them really know it yet? They tryna keep it professional fa now buttt let see what happens when they get to that studio togetherrrrr.

[kuroo-hitsuji]

May I request the purring and body type headcannons for Levi and Beel please. I really enjoyed Lucifer and Satan’s so I’m curious on your take on them :)

The post directly before this one should be Levi and Beel purring so I'm going to jump to body types :) these two are kind of the most clear in my mind also so I'm excited abzbdh

Levi - he's a little softer than the rest of them, a bit stocky in a way that could still be read as athletic (it's part of the angel genetics, they tend to hold on to muscle well/rebuild it quickly since they're effectively built with some intention of becoming warriors when they're grown, and ofc Levi being a former leader of legions in the celestial realm and the admiral of hells navy currently is no exception) but he doesn't have any particularly defined muscles even when he flexes and his sides and stomach are squishy and cute. He's also got the perfect amount of thigh-squish for thigh highs and a kind kf long (and pretty) neck, do with this information what you will lol

Beel - his body type fluctuates pretty rapidly thanks to his hobbies and insane metabolism. He's always Very Large and Very Buff, but his body fat percentage is always changing so he slides between being relatively shredded and having a pretty soft layer over the existing muscles (so between A Lot of muscle definition and not particularly significant muscle definition but still clearly Jacked). This (as well as the fact that his muscles are still getting bigger now and then) is why he tends to prefer looser clothing; he can end up with a few clothing sizes worth of difference overnight sometimes, fitted clothing is a bit of a nightmare lmao. His shoulder-waist-hips ratio is pretty notable as well, with slight hourglass vibes, but his waist is still visibly thick and sturdy (the rest of him is just Also thick and sturdy ajdbsjhx like his waist usually does not look small period its just obviously narrower than his massive lats and thighs💀 He is one of those people that "trunk" is an Absolutely Accurate word to describe his stomach region ok this is Very important to me lmao)

I just feel like he just visually gives off the energy of being a brick wall basically anywhere he's at in the fluctuation cycle, like he's visibly just So Sturdy and safe, like Immovable Object type aura, the only exception being the rare occurence that he's so low on fuel he can't even rampage (poor baby)

[chasedeys]

HELLO I AM HERE TO ASK ABOUT TREYMARR!!

Tell me your thoughts about their first pro bowl together back in Jan 23. It was right after they lost the AFC championship that year and everyone was so sad because we were a play away from making it back to the super bowl :( but it was the first pro bowl both of them attended (i think at least in trey's case) and it was in vegas and i'm sure they were both looking to forget and have a good time 😏 (please tell me more of your thoughts on the chain picture!! if i recall correctly trey did post it first, and then ja'marr reposted it in his story!)

TREYMARR!!!!! so so passionate about treymarr aughggghghuh thank you carmen for asking 🫶🫶

so you're saying their first pro bowl they attended together literally being each of their firsts ok. and it was after losing the afc championship therefore not making the super bowl. ok. so they were probably shaking off residual grief from losing but finding joy in being there together. ok. ok.

i want to expand on what i think of their dynamics first!!

i think it's primarily trey courting the absolute ever living shit out of ja’marr who is. unknowing of all this. and also terribly easily flustered by literally any thing trey does.

note that trey is soooo very sweet, mindful of boundaries, but also just the absolute ass. incapable of not teasing ja’marr. thinks ja’marr is cute as hell when he's all flushed and fired up and indignant and cursing at trey for messing with him. a bit of kindergarten pigtail pulling but of the emotionally mature variety if you will.

trey making ja’marr feel like a stupid kid with a crush again 😔 never been pursued like this (not that he knows he's actually being pursued) so he's just floundering around trying to figure out how the hell to handle all of trey hendrickson up in his space. the trey hendrickson who he's watched slip past tackles to bring down qbs with an ease that makes his mouth go dry btw. while trey is just constantly enamored by ja’marr's insane talent and also sheer inability to be chill about anything (cuteee as hell) therefore an easy target for him to needle on. which he does so with joy. just the idea of each of them sitting on the sidelines taking turns watching the other in the best possible seats and just going damn. nice.

and basically it's just trey being pushy and overly-familiar not in a way that's annoying or self entitled but more so in a way that’s like genuinely adoring ja’marr to bits that ja’marr just gets incredibly flustered instead of annoyed beyond belief?? both fucked from the get go basically.

okay so i looked up the first pro bowl pics to see if there's a pic of them side by side or even the uno chain and there isn't. whyyy do bengals never up their entire photos to their website. BUT ->

there are several pics of trey flexing OBNOXIOUSLY (so so attractively sorry i am really honestly just so predictable) and i have no idea how the pro bowl works if ja’marr and the rest of the non competing players watch others games or if they do their own games simultaneously (but that's stef behind trey no?) but if ja'marr were watching though!!

imagine trey flexing his shit and all the other players helpfully point out where ja’marr is so he can call on him and do the most jock boyfriend shit ever (point and flex and idk say this is for u babe lmao nah its probably just jeering on ja'marr to do as good as him or something incredibly annoying guaranteed to make ja’marr laugh and fume) while ja’marr surrounded by the rest of the receivers tries not to trip over thin air out of embarrassment and just the slightest bit really its nothing at all attraction. for trey fucking hendrickson. (known chronic DE-flirter-at-the-shittiest-times joe burrow felt the disturbance in the force and is crying laughing at him from wherever he was during that pro bowl day.)

ja’marr getting flustereddddd as hell and turning around to angrily unlock his phone and furiously text tb and tee how fucking annoying trey was being 😭😭 (tee and tb who were watching!!! with tee getting to be the prettiest wag getting thrown ja'marr's td ball!! did they go on for drinks after all together and they teased ja'marr over everything ehehehe)

just trey carrying his shit (technically during the 2nd one together no idea of the 1st but im assuming he did lmao) and flirting relentlessly and tucking ja’marr to his side oh my goodness…..oh my goodness y'all……..this is an actual pic that exists……….did trey drag ja'marr to his side first (overly familiar! but not annoying about it!!) and ja'marr automatically slung an arm around his waist and they just stayed that way wrapped around each other talking about whatever the fuck in the back of the afc huddle ouguhuhughugh what is the matter with them. or did ja'marr attach himself to trey first to try to get one up on him but got into a 'bit off more than he can chew' situation because trey instantly cradled him right back and won't let got for shit so now they're just stuck there unwilling to let go of each other first and growing more comfortable until they forgot what they were doing in the first place. crazy.

also sooo hilarious to think of everyone else squinting at these two (trey putting on ja’marrs CHAIN 😭) and coming to the stupid realization of ohhh they’re fucking! good for them!! good for them!!! stef nodding as ja’marr hands his shit to trey to carry like ‘that’s some good shit. get yourself a man who treats you like a princess the way you deserve.’ (sorry for the stray on stef like. he'd be the nearest one in the vicinity who would Get It you know like. back then 😭)

and i've mentioned in the tags of your compilation post about the uno chain!! howwww did he end up with it!!! was it like. him asking for it all of the sudden (???? why would he do that) and ja'marr was instantly flustered (i keep saying this sorry but) like why would you ask for that and took it off to give it to him on autopilot and trey instantly put it on and took a pic with it jesus okay. crazy if ja'marr took the pic for him or!! or ja'marr immediately ran away from sheer embarrassment to bother the rest of the players (who were all kind of incredibly doting on him as far as i saw lmao literal belle of the balllll) and trey was just completely and utterly pleased at wearing the chain (look!! at his face!!!! in the pic!!!! and the way he held it up and all grahhh adorable he's like incredibly handsome to me guys i can't help it) and trey asked their photographer to take a pic of him so proudly and tagged ja'marr and he REPOSTED it 💔💔 love that shit to bits

OR there's also another possibility that ja'marr asked for him to hold on to it for whatever reason (his turn playing and he couldn't wear the chain? idk) and he was all sure no problem id love to hold things for you and hold your hands and open doors for you and take care of you etc etc god get you a husband like trey hendrickson. big and bold and 100% willing to get bossed around. which ja'marr loves to do lol.

also the 2024 mic'ed up is so crazy to me bc you can clearly see trey's kindergarter playground ass flirting 😭 ripping away ja'marr's gloves mid talk with stef why the fuck is he always taking ja'marr's shit 😭 and ja'marr didn't do shit about it!!! he just went on talking to stef!!!! and the way the sour skittles thing got captured on camera and ja'marr was all 'he was trying to bully me. appreciate you guys having my back.' whatttt in the world was that. you two are not real people.

ja’marr said him and trey are always talking (casual and trash talks ofc) 🥰 probable exaggeration of course this is ja’marr getting cornered in an interview talking about a thing (his friendship with trey) unexpectedly so his mouth probably ran faster than his brain processed shit as he usually does but! totally believe they do talk and 80% of the time its pure unfiltered teasing from trey while ja’marr either fights back in the most zero effort possible way or ja’marr tries taking his own turn teasing trey only to fall short because treys all ‘🥰 hehe’ and that leads to ja’marr back to the baseline of flustered as all hell. (this is all sooo very self indulgent but! i love this deeply)

i have no idea if they were close because of the pro bowl or got close since before they went to it together. such a lovely thing to think of though of them getting closer because they're bengals rep 2 years in a row and the entire thing drove them closer <3 pro bowl couple <33

left is the closest one to a pic of them together for the 2023 pro bowl but there are pics of them on the 2024 pro bowl!!

there's so much more cute pics of ja'marr catching balls like a ballerina and trey flexing like nobodys business and there's justin and ja'marr and stef taking a pic of the afc receivers and so many more grahh adorable. the 2024 one also has sooo many good pics of ja'marr smiling so prettily and yapping at literally every player on that field. a pic of him and cj that i will always hold dear for the exact reason any of you are thinking lol.

also I'm too lazy to link it but if you look up the 2024 pro bowl mic'ed up moment you can see these two interacting with jessie bates iii and it's the cutest shitttt everrrrr. jessie couldn't stop ja'marr from making a tuddy and ja'marr was all 'i knew you were going to do that' bratty ass little brother that he is and then they were in a huddle together for some reason and trey was all 'all these years and he still couldn't stop you' or something like that and jessie said he was going to tackle ja'marr's ass after this and ja'marr was all 'that's crazy jess!' it was sooo cute to me 😭 this doesn't make as much sense to read wow but if any of you haven't seen it it's definitely worth a watch!!