#VERSE. ( private. / another time another place. )

[fuckyeahfraxus]

Fraxus Week 2025

is in course of preparation! There have been two mod changes on this blog and we are still on a tight schedule in our private lives but this Fraxus Week is the one time of the year that we will not miss out on in fandom life. We will also be catching up on all the wonderful fanarts and fics and content that has been posted in the regular fraxus and character tags - you may have noticed us in the shadows, already liking lots of the stuff haha.

ANYWAY- like last year, Fraxus Week will take place from August 31st till September 8th. One Week plus two bonus days.

For the first step, we want to ask YOU guys to send in ideas for possible prompts that can be picked from. So, feel free to comment on this post with your ideas or send a message or an ask. Below we will put a list of all the prompts that have already been used in previous years.

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That is all for now. We will keep you updated! Message us if anything is unclear, if you have questions or just wanna say hello!

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Prompts from previous Fraxus Weeks:

Two bros chilling in a hot tub

Wine and Blood / Scars and Flowers

Breaking Stereotypes / Going against type

Proximity / Reunion

Art/Musical/Rockband

Fighting each other/Fighting side by side/Force of nature

Guilty Pleasures/Indulgences

Court/Council/Jail

Face the past/Imagine the future

Busted! or Secretly being a couple already and coincidentally encountering another secret couple during vacation

Dancing in the Rain

Height of Summer

Learn how to love

Transformation

Sports & Competition

Hidden moments

Dusk/Dawn

Moonlight/Shooting Star

Solace

Haunted

Mischief and Debauchery

Guildmates / Family

Mythology Au/Crossover

Videogame/Movie Au/Crossover

Soulmates

Demon possessions/Dragon hoards or Demon in disguise x Angel undercover

Early mornings/Late nights or Sunrise/Sunset

Deadly/Savage

Fruity

AU rivals team up or Canon verse first Unison Raid

Master(s)

Lightning struck

First Meeting/Growing old together

He likes guys

Enemies to friends to lovers/Friends to lovers

Casual (e.g. clothes/conversation/etc.)

Drunk on kisses/alcohol/power/life/etc.

Losing control

Weird Habits

Proposal/Wedding/Engagement

Tarot/Legends and Mythology

BDE Couple (Big dick energy? Big dork energy? Big dumbass energy? You decide, these nerds can be anything)

Unstoppable/Freed the Dark and the Thunder God

Night in/Night out

Mischief

Spa/Vacation/Hot springs

Hope/Despair/Complicated/Easy

Sweet treats

Seasons

Next generation/Adoption/Two Dads are better than one/The guild kids’ cool embarrassing Uncles

Pride

First kiss or Mutual Pining

Power couple or Competing/Competitive

Makarov

Patching each other up/Taking care of each other

Modelling/Weekly Sorcerer/Interview

Mythical creatures/Zodiac/Gods/Four horsemen of the Apocalypse

Post war

Crossover

Sharing

Morning/Night routine

Reverse

Training/Sparring

Quirks/Habits

Gaming

Spoiling each other

Playful shenanigans

Motion sickness

Beach

Music

Comfort

Fantasia

Camping

AU

Unison Raid

Blue Pegasus

Cooking & Baking

Thunderstorms

Clumsiness

Interfering friends

Flirting/Flirting gone wrong

Night

Confession

Anniversary

Dance into summer and/or Dancing in the rain

About damn time and/or Platonic flirting turns not so platonic

Library and/or History and Myth

Go to hell

Matchmaker(s)

The beauty and the beast/The beauty and the demon/The beauty and the dragon/etc.

Pretend relationship and/or Rumors

Dirty fight/Sweet love and/or Cruel/Tender

Reimagine a canon scene/Possible alterations and/or additions

[caracalla-dondus]

Suspicious Minds

Pairing: Emperor Geta/wife!reader

Summary: A senator informs Geta about the rumors surrounding his wife

Author's Note: This fic consists of pieces I took out from a much longer fic I had written. After reading what I originally wrote I didn't really vibe with the whole thing and so I took out parts I liked best to create this fic. Idk if it's better or worse because things feel a bit rushed in this fic now and not as cohesive as before but it's good enough I think ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I was partly inspired by Fire & Blood where it says that some in court found Queen Rhaenys Targaryen suspicious because she spent time with bards and singers and they were sure she must be having an affair on Aegon I. Also the title is from the Elvis song of the same name because it popped into my head while writing this because it's similar to the plot lol.

~~~

The late afternoon sun streamed through the marble arches of the palace, casting shadows across the floor of the Emperor’s private chamber. Emperor Geta paced restlessly, his jaw clenched tight, his fingers twitching. The rumors had come to him this morning, carried by a senator whose words had been carefully chosen, yet laced with venom.

“She is often seen in the company of poets and bards, my Emperor. Some say perhaps too often.”

The words echoed in Geta’s mind as he strode to the balcony. Below him, others strolled about, oblivious to the storm brewing in his heart. He had always known that his wife had a fondness for the arts. It was one of the things that had drawn him to her. The way her eyes lit up when she heard the verses of a poem she thought was interesting, the soft smile that graced her lips during the final notes of a ballad. She was a woman of intelligence and charm. Perfect qualities to be his empress.

But now those very same qualities and interests had become the source of his unrest.

~

Geta finds his wife out in the garden. “I had hoped to speak with you my wife,” he said, his tone polite but firm. 

“What troubles you, my love?” she asked, her brow furrowing as she stepped closer to him.

Geta studied her, his gaze lingering on her face, searching for some sign of guilt. But she looked as she always did, serene, composed, and beautiful. “There are whispers in the court,” he began slowly, “that your affection for music and poetry has extended beyond mere appreciation.”

His wife’s eyes widened, and then she laughed softly, a sound like the chiming of bells. “Surely you don’t believe such nonsense.”

“I don’t want to,” Geta admitted, his voice low. “But the court is not kind to a woman who spends her days surrounded by other men, no matter how innocent her intentions.”

Her smile faded, and she placed a hand on his arm. “Geta, these men are poets, musicians and artists. They speak to me about the soul, not the flesh. My heart belongs to you, and only you.”

He wanted to believe her. He needed to believe her. But the thought of her laughter, her attention, her admiration being bestowed on another man gnawed at him. “Then why do others speak of you so?” he demanded, his voice rising slightly. “Why do they say you adore Bacchus so much that you have embraced his indulgences?”

His wife stiffened, her hand falling away. “Do you question my virtue?” she asked, insulted that her husband would believe such nonsense about her.

“I question the company you keep!” he snapped, the words sharper than he intended.

She took a step back, her expression conveying her hurt and frustration. “You have always known who I am Geta. I am not a woman content to sit idly in the palace, just simply gossiping my day away. I find joy in the divine chaos of creation. If that makes me suspicious in the eyes of our court then so be it. But I will not apologize for things I did not do.”

Her words hung in the air between them, heavy with emotion. Geta clenched his fists, his anger warring with his love for her. Finally he spoke, his voice softer. “I do not wish to stifle you. But I cannot bear the thought of others questioning your loyalty or your love for me.”

His wife stepped closer, her gaze steady. “Then let me reassure you, my emperor. I am as sure of my love for you as I am about Sol bringing us the sun each morning. But if you doubt me, then tell me what must I do to prove myself?”

He sighed, reaching out to cup her face in his hands. “Stay with me tonight,” he murmured. “Let the poets and bards sing their songs without you for once. Let Bacchus have his revelry elsewhere.”

She smiled faintly, leaning into his touch. “If it will ease your mind, my dear husband then I will stay.”

Geta pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly as if to shield her from the whispers that sought to undermine them. But even as he held her, a shadow of doubt lingered, refusing to be banished entirely.

~

The grand halls of the palace echoed with the click of her delicate sandals against the marble floor. The weight of her husband’s arm on her shoulder was both reassuring and suffocating. For the past three days, Geta had not let her out of his sight. Where she went, he followed. Where he could not follow, he sent his guards to watch her every step. It was unlike him, and though his paranoia was silent, she could feel it in the way his fingers tightened around her arm, in the watchful, almost desperate glint in his eyes.

She had tried to comfort him, tried to reassure him of her loyalty, but it seemed no words could pierce through the suspicion that had taken hold of him.

During a feast, Geta watched his wife like a hawk as she entertained a visiting nobleman whose son had written a collection of poems. His wife listened to the man intently, her soft smile never wavering as the man recited a verse.

But Geta saw something else. He saw how the man’s eyes lingered on her, how her laughter seemed to light up the room. His fingers dug into the armrests of his chair, his jaw tightening. Was it admiration? Was it mere courtesy? Or was there something more? The thoughts churned in his mind like a storm, dark and unrelenting.

When the man left, Geta wasted no time. He rose abruptly, crossing the room to where his wife stood.

“You enjoyed his company,” he said, his voice low but laced with accusation.

His wife blinked, startled by his tone. “He was reciting his son’s poetry, my dear husband. That’s all it was.”

“You smiled at him,” Geta pressed, his eyes narrowing. “You laughed.”

“Am I not allowed to smile and laugh?” she asked softly, though there was a tinge of frustration in her voice. “Must I always wear a sour expression to please you?”

His hand shot out, gripping her chin and forcing her to look up at him. “You are mine,” he said, his voice trembling - not with anger, but with something deeper, something more fragile. “Your smiles, your laughter, they belong to me and no one else.”

Her eyes softened as she saw the flicker of insecurity behind his harsh words. She reached up, covering his hand with her own. “And they are yours, Geta,” she murmured. “Only yours.”

His grip loosened, and he pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly as if afraid she might vanish. “I will not lose you,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “I cannot.”

~

For the next several days, Geta’s wife’s world shrank. Where she once wandered the gardens freely, now her husband walked beside her, his hand resting possessively on her waist. When she visited the library, he went with her. Her gatherings with poets and musicians were no more, replaced by dinners where Geta sat her beside him, his eyes never leaving her.

She tried to be understanding, but his constant scrutiny weighed heavily on her. One evening, as they sat together in their chambers, she finally spoke.

“Geta,” she began, her voice tentative. “Do you not trust me?”

He looked up from the goblet of wine in his hand, his expression guarded. “Of course I trust you, you are my wife,” he said after a long pause. “It is everyone else I do not trust.”

“You cannot keep watch over me forever,” she said.

His jaw tightened. “You are my wife,” he said firmly. “My empress. And I will not risk anyone else taking you from me.”

“Even if it means suffocating me?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Geta flinched, as if her words had struck him. He set the goblet down and rose to his feet, pacing the room. “You do not understand,” he said, his voice low and strained. “I have enemies everywhere. We have enemies everywhere. They would use you against me. They would take you from me. Take your love away from me”

“Who could take me when I am yours in both heart and soul?” she asked, rising to stand before him.

He stopped, his gaze meeting hers. For a moment, he looked like a man on the edge of breaking, his carefully constructed armor of intimidation cracking to reveal the fear beneath. “I don’t know,” he admitted, his voice trembling. “But the thought of losing you terrifies me.”

She reached out, cupping his face in her hands. “Geta,” she said softly, “you will not lose me. I love you.”

He closed his eyes, leaning into her touch. “Promise me,” he whispered. “Promise me you will never leave me.”

“I promise,” she said, though her heart ached at the desperation in his voice.

He pulled her into his arms again, holding her as if his life depended on it. She sighed softly, resting her head against his chest. She understood that his possessiveness was not born of cruelty, nor out of a need to stifle her but it was of a fear he could not truly voice, a fear he could not truly reconcile with, and it had consumed him.

And so she stayed, tethered to him by her love for him, hoping that soon his insecurities would ease and he would see that she was his, not because he demanded it, but because she chose it. But she was not sure how much she could take of this suffocating behavior. Of every move of hers and every interaction being heavily watched.

~

She rarely let her frustrations boil to the surface, but this time was different. As she sat across from her husband in their private chambers, the weight of the senator’s venomous words and their impact on her marriage gnawed at her patience. For days and days now, Geta’s suffocating possessiveness had taken over every aspect of her life, and she could no longer bear the thought that this rift between them had been instigated by a man seeking to undermine her, a man seeking to replace her.

She set down her goblet with a sharp clink, her hands trembling, not with fear, but with barely restrained annoyance and anger. “I’ve been thinking, my dear husband,” she began, her voice calm but carrying an obvious edge to it.

Geta glanced up from his seat, his brow furrowing slightly at her tone. “What is it?”

She met his gaze, her eyes blazing with uncharacteristic determination. “The senator who came to you with these baseless rumors. I believe he must be punished.”

Geta blinked, clearly surprised. “Punished? For what?”

“For daring to speak against me,” she replied, her voice firm, slightly exasperated that he did not already know what she spoke of. “For poisoning your mind with lies and causing this… this chaos between us. He sought to undermine your confidence in me, to cast doubt on my loyalty, to possibly destroy my reputation. That is not something we should let go unanswered.”

Geta leaned back in his chair, studying her intently. “You surprise me, wife. I thought you were above petty revenge. You have always counseled me against such rash decisions before”

“This is not petty, nor is it rash!” she shot back, her tone sharpening. “He sought to disgrace me, your wife, your empress. By doing so, he has disgraced you as well. How can you tolerate such audacity?”

Her words struck a nerve. Geta’s insecurities flared, his mind racing as he considered her argument. She was right. The senator’s insinuations had not only called his wife’s loyalty into question but had also implied that Geta was a weak ruler, unable to control his own household. The thought made his blood boil.

“What would you have me do?” he asked, his voice low.

“Demote him. Remove him from his position. Let it be known that you will not tolerate slander against your Empress.”

Geta narrowed his eyes. “And if others see this as an act of weakness? A sign that I am blinded by my love for you?”

“Let them see it as a warning,” she countered. “Let them know that your loyalty to your wife is unwavering and that you will not allow anyone to sow baseless discord in your court.”

Her words appealed to Geta’s pride, and she could see the gears turning in his mind. After a long silence, he nodded slowly. “Very well. The senator will be dealt with. I’ll ensure his removal will be public and soon.”

Relief washed over her, though a part of her felt dissatisfied about simply just having the senator removed from his position. The senator had meddled in her marriage, made her husband watch every move she made for days now, and he deserved to face more severe consequences for it. The senator has a daughter around her age, she felt certain the senator was likely hoping to get her pushed aside to potentially make way for his daughter to get close to Geta, for her to be the next Empress of Rome. Geta’s wife seethed silently at the thought of someone replacing her, of someone attempting to steal her position. She thought about paying Caracalla a visit and informing him of the treacherous senator in their midst. He would certainly give her the dramatic reaction she wants.

Geta rose from his seat, crossing the room to stand before her. He cupped her face in his hands, his gaze softening. “You are right. I should never have allowed his words to poison my mind. You are my empress, my wife. No one will come between us again”

She smiled faintly, leaning into his touch and calming for a moment. “And I will always stand by your side Geta. But we must stand together, against anyone who seeks to divide us.”

Geta kissed her then, fierce and possessive, as if to reaffirm their bond. She let herself melt into the embrace, even as a small voice in the back of her mind wondered if she should push for more to be done about the senator. 

~~~~

reader can't take out her frustrations on Geta so she will take it out on the senator who started all of this instead lol

[meowrimo]

˖˙ ꔫ — E.A.T. ˚

꒰ synopsis ꒱ : law always knows how to calm your mind during times of distress.

꒰ contents ꒱ : MDNI . Trafalgar Law x reader ; reader has an oral fixation so finger sucking, thigh riding, brief mention of saliva, praise WC : 1.3k

“Enough.” Law commands, his arm reaches out to pull you closer by the waist and brings you onto his lap. One of his hands rests securely on your hip, keeping you in place as you straddle him. “Come here.”

The tower of paperwork he was sifting through sits idly on top of his desk, lain forgotten and left askew as soon as you had burst through the door of his private office. 

It wasn’t abnormal for you to drop by throughout the day or even during the wee hours of the many nights he’d stay up far too late, but the sense of urgency had him turning his head in your direction.

The Heart Pirates captain could feel his stomach plummet, turn over in torment as soon as he took in your slightly disheveled appearance.

How your pretty eyes were filled to the brim with crystalline tears that coat your lashes like dewdrops paired with your lower, slightly bitten lip that was quivering enough to slice through the strings that held his heart upright was enough to have him sitting up straight.

Whatever had happened had left your mind in shambles, something he couldn’t whisk away with the simple wave of his hand.

Unlike his desk, he can’t neatly rearrange everything and make it like new again — no, comforting you was much more complex and a task he would never treat so lightly.

If he could, he’d reach into your troubled mind and cut down every negative thought that tormented your pretty head, leaving you only with happy memories and dreamy visions of him.

He may be a skilled doctor but he knows there’s not always a way for him to snap his fingers and take all of that away. But at least he was exceptionally well versed when it came to reading you and knowing exactly what kind of things that would help center you. All you need is something to focus on. 

So, he improvises.

“Open.” His tattooed ring finger softly taps against your cheek. Once, twice, before you oblige. Your mental state was far too frazzled to oppose anything, especially with his piercing golden eyes set on you, set alight with concern and a hint of unyielding tenderness. “Good, very good.”

Careful as to not startle you, his hand slowly crawls into focus, the black ink that stretches along his skin comes closer as his fingers brush along your lips. The one decorated with an ‘E’ slips into your awaiting mouth, giving you a little nod that tells you to close it. 

Plush lips wrap around the digit almost immediately. Law had to choke back a groan at the sight and accompanying sensation, your obedience stroking his ego to life and his unbridled want for you. 

“Suck.” Again, you don’t fight him on this. Instead, you suck on his finger as if it was his cock, your mind growing hazier by the second by the familiarity of something being in your mouth. Law smirks a little, subtle smugness swirling with pride drenches his features and emboldens him to tuck another into your mouth — the ‘A’ this time. “Good job, keep going.”

The weight of the rings he wears sits on your tongue and coats it in something metallic. Curiously, you experimentally roll it over the gunmetal bands, slipping through both of the fingers that are poking and prodding through your mouth.

Law knew that you had an oral fixation and scoffed anytime you tried to deny it. Times like these only further proved his point but he was far too enchanted to start saying ‘I told you so’ right now. Not when he had more productive things to do.

“Wanna take another for me?” His voice was low, smooth as he drank in the sight before him — the way you eagerly swallow down his fingers, resting your hands on the expanse of his exposed chest and slowly begin to grind in his lap was causing heat to pool in his gut.

It was almost too easy.

Once you nod your head yes, he slips in the last one — ‘T’ and marvels at the way your tongue instinctually swirls around his thick digits. The hand that idly rests on your hips twitches before he guides you along his lap, letting your mind fog over with desire and pleasure to combat all of your sadness and anxiety away.

But as soon as you pitifully whine against his fingers with wide, glassy eyes pleading for more, he’s filled with the primal urge to see you come apart for him. To shed tears not from heartache and disappointment but from how good he can make you feel with a few pointed touches.

Quickly adjusting the way you’re sitting on him, he nudges you over to his thigh, tensing the muscle and beginning to drag your clothed cunt against it. 

The reaction is immediate, your eyes flutter shut as you take in his fingers even deeper with a wanton moan. Saliva pools in the corners of your mouth as Law begins to greedily thrust his fingers into it, overcome with how much he’s rendered you thoughtless.

The strain of his hardening cock presses against the tight jeans he mistakenly wore, pulsing in retaliation at the restrictive fabric and throbbing with the utter need to sink himself inside of you. 

But he was a patient man and you always came first.

“That's it, just like that. I’ve got you.” He coos at you, his velvety voice washing over you. The sweet, muffled sounds that try to slip past your lips were caught by his fingers as he helps your hips move along faster, steering you directly towards your impending high. “Let yourself go for me.”

The tone indicated it was an order, one that you would never disobey. Whenever he lets you finish, you’ve learned to take it and run, letting the ecstasy course throughout your body and fry all your nerves so he could rewire your brain to only focus on how good you feel.

Law basks in his own satisfaction as your legs begin to tremble, hips stuttering while you desperately chase the friction on his jeans. Your nails dig into his skin, unabashed whimpers and whines swirl around his fingers as he brazenly presses down on your tongue.

The final push over the edge was him shoving his digits further down your throat, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you finished right there and then with a muffled cry of his name.

Tremors of your climax roll over your body, wiping your mind clean of anything that plagued it earlier. With a satisfied smirk, Law pulls his hands from your mouth and coaxes your head down to rest against his now slightly scratched chest.

“There, better?” He asks as if he didn’t know the answer. His inked hand rests lightly on the back of your head to ensure you stay with him.

“Yes.” You nod, wrapping yourself around his body feeling fully satiated and liberated from the confines of your own mind. 

“Do you wanna talk about it?” His voice was a little softer now, the welcomed gentleness easing more of the weight off of your slumped shoulders.

“No.” You say with a small shake of your head and an equally quiet tone. “Not yet. Can we just stay like this for a little longer?”

Law hums in understanding, not missing a beat as his lips brush along the temple of your head before sliding his hand down to flatten against your back.

He runs the palm down your spine in a soothing manner before quietly spelling out undecipherable adorations with the simple traces of his finger pads, repeating the comforting motion over and over again until you can make out exactly what he’s trying to say.

The words neither of you had said to each other yet but could both feel it course through your veins as your hearts beat as one.

I love you.

[bumblebeeonthistle]

Sparring with Levi

Excerpt from my Levi X Reader fic:

Tags: Levi/Reader, slow burn, private training, canon-verse

Summary: On orders from Erwin Smith, you have received private training lessons with Levi since you started as a cadet. You haven't told anyone yet, though. That quickly changes, however, when Levi asks you to spar with him in front of all the other military recruits.

The Instructor’s eyes scan over the cadets before finally landing on…

“You!” the Shadis yells, striding towards you.

You have to restrain the urge to snort “me?” in return. Instead, you just salute with a “Sir?”

“You would do well to remember that I’ll be grading you on your actual performances and not what I believe you are capable of. I’ve been trying to get you to get your ass moving these past two years, but I’m no longer putting up with your bullshit. Unless all those private lessons with Captain Levi have been a fucking waste of time, I expect you to up your game in the future instead of holding back like a scared damsel in distress!” he bellows, his face so close to yours that you can feel small droplets of spit land on your face.

Meanwhile, the forest has gone silent. Or maybe, it’s just the ringing in your ears drowning out every other noise.

Oh no.

Oh hell no, Shadis didn’t just say that in front of the whole Cadet Corps. And the representatives from both the Scouts, the Garrison, and the Military Police.

You feel the eyes of every person present staring at you as you struggle to keep your face neutral. Your hands, which are currently curled into fists and placed above your heart and behind your back, are shaking ever so slightly with pent-up fury.

At one point, you can’t help but glance over to where you know Levi is standing. He isn’t looking at you, but at Shadis, as if he could burn the Instructor down with his gaze alone. You’re surprised the Instructor has the guts to blatantly ignore him.

If Levi had been looking at you like that…you shudder mentally.

“So, brat,” Instructor Shadis continues, eyes narrowing as he stares you down, “I suggest that you prove to me right now that you haven’t been half-assing your training, otherwise, you’re not fit to be in the military!”

The silence that follows next is so heavy you could choke on it.

You feel your anger turn to dread – because of all the threats, all the insults, all the whispers and rumours that you’ve had to endure ever since enlisting as a cadet – none of it has really affected you like this specific threat does. The threat of being thrown out of training.

The threat of being thrown out, while Eren stays and eventually joins the Survey Corps where he’ll have to venture outside the Walls.

Without you.

It’s unfair, you think. Yes, you hadn’t given it your all today but you’d still placed first – with the most kills and the best technique and the fastest completion of the course out of all two hundred plus cadets.

What more could Shadis ask for?

You’re just about to ask when someone clears their throat. That someone being Levi as he steps up and speaks.

“She’ll prove to you that she hasn’t been half-assing her training, Shadis.”

The Instructor raises his brows.

“And how will she do that?”

Levi stares up at the Chief Instructor, his former Commander, with an almost unreadable expression. It’s only the small glint in his eyes, the almost imperceptible tilt to his lips that tell you that he’s up to something. But you doubt anyone else has noticed.

“By fighting me.”

By fighting me.

Levi’s words echo over the training grounds as he pauses, waiting for Shadis’ reaction.

“Next thing on the program is sparring, right?” he asks rhetorically when Shadis still doesn’t say anything. “So, we’ll start off with a demonstration. Me against her.”

Another long pause.

And then, after eyeing Levi coldly for what feels like multiple minutes, Shadis lets out a snort.

“Alright, it’s settled then – although, you better not go easy on her.”

Levi’s lips curl into a small smirk.

“I never do.”

And that is how you now find yourself standing before Levi in the middle of the training grounds, surrounded by cadets, instructors, and representatives alike. You feel cold-sweat coating your palms – not because of the prospect of fighting Levi as you’ve done that on multiple occasions before, but because of the masses of spectators. It doesn’t help that you can hear the muttering among your peers – some sound excited, some dubious, and some are even placing bets on how long you’ll last against Humanity’s Strongest.

The only thing grounding you right now is Levi’s gaze, his grey eyes never wavering from your own.

“Ignore them,” he mumbles to you for the second time today. “Just focus on me, like you always do when we spar. I know you can do this.”

You don’t know what it is, but quiet encouragement grounds you. Everything else fades into the background – visual details, sounds, smells – and all you focus on is him. The ways his grey eyes bore into yours, as if they’re trying to look into your very soul. The ways his chest rises and falls calmly, the way his pulse flutters at his throat. The sound of air entering and leaving his lungs, the beating of his heart. The smell of tea leaves and fresh laundry and that earthy scent you’ve come to associate with him.

You straighten your spine and roll your joints, your mind wandering into that calm space it always does just before a fight.

“On the count of three!” Instructor Shadis bellows.

“One!”

“Two!”

“…three!”

You don’t hesitate, but jump, trying to land a roundhouse kick to Levi’s face, so fast that the spectators have a hard time following your movements.

But because it’s Levi, he doesn’t have any problems matching your speed.

He reaches out to grab your ankle and fling you to the ground, but you’ve already anticipated that. So instead, you twirl in the air and aim to kick him in the back instead. Levi swivels around to block you and, while you’re out of balance, goes for throwing you to the ground again. You manage to twist out of his grasp, and while he is slightly off centre, you bring down your elbows to break his spine – a very risky move had this been normal practice with one of your fellow cadets, but you know Levi won’t let you hurt him. And besides, Instructor Shadis had told you to prove yourself, so you might as well give it your all.

And, as you had expected, Levi effortlessly dodges your move before going on the offensive again.

It’s Levi who gets the first hit in – of course it is, you’ve only managed to land one single hit on him the entire time you’ve been training together, after all. He also gets the second, the third, the fourth, and the sixth hit in.

But he still hasn’t managed to incapacitate you.

Maybe, it’s because you know the stakes are so high this time, or maybe, it’s because you know hundreds of people are watching you, but you’ve never lasted this long in a sparring round with Levi before. And you can tell that it isn’t just because he’s going easy on you – you can see beads of sweat forming on his forehead and the slight crease between his eyebrows telling you that he’s concentrating.

And then, your chance at victory arises. Some loose gravel makes Levi lose his footing for a split second. And in that split second, you move. It is as if time slows down as you jump, landing a kick right to his solar plexus.

Someone whoops in the background – probably Hange, if you had to guess.

Levi grunts and hunches over in pain, but that doesn’t stop him from grabbing your leg and throwing you to the ground – for real, this time. The two of you roll around on the ground, first with him on top, then with you, then him again.

You know it’s the end for you when Levi finally manages to catch you in a headlock – the same one you’d used on Reiner and taught to Sasha and Connie.

Your back is pressed against the hard planes of his chest, one of his arms wrapped around your throat. Fingers, which are normally cool, but now hot to the touch, press against your pulse point. Not hard enough to hurt, but still firm. Almost demanding.

His hair tickles your ear as he leans forward to whisper in it.

“Do you forfeit?”

You sigh, ignoring the way your heart skips a beat at the sound of his voice, hoarse and a little throaty.

“I forfeit,” you mumble.

After a moment, Levi lets go of you. He gets to his feet before offering you his hand. You take it, letting him pull you off the ground.

It’s first now, when the fight is over, that you truly feel how exhausted and battered-up you are. Using the last of your resolve, you salute and wait for Instructor Shadis to pass his judgement.

To your surprise, the faintest ghost of a smile plays around Shadis’ lips as he gives you a single nod of approval.

“That’s all I wanted to see,” he says, and you can almost hear the smugness dripping from his voice.

And you realise that he’d never intended to throw you out of training. He’d just been goading you. Riling you up. Forcing you – and Levi, who has been covering for you so far – to show your true colours. To show what you’re capable of.

That…that scumbag.

And to think you’d been worried.

You can’t believe you fell for that.

Anger simmers just beneath your skin as you glare at the Instructor.

“Ehem.”

You, Levi, Shadis, and the rest of the spectators turn towards the MP representative who’d let out the sound. His beady eyes are darting back and forth between you and Levi, an overbearing smile plastered on his face.

“How do we know that Levi here didn’t just go easy on the girl?” he challenges, now fixing his gaze on Levi. “It’s clear that they have a relationship that goes beyond what is appropriate for a teacher and his…protégé.”

Your anger flares, this time directed at the MP. Your fingers twitch as you feel the urge to break his nose well up inside you.

Any idiot could see that Levi didn’t go easy on you.

But before you can tell the MP lizard to shut his big fat mouth, someone beats you to the punch.

“That’s Captain Levi to you, my dear MP fellow!” Hange tuts as they stride over to where the MP is standing, slinging an arm over his shoulder jovially. “You’re welcome to fight the girl yourself if you suspect foul play here.” The MP visibly pales at this suggestion. “Or,” Hange continues innocently, “you could also just file a complaint to Commander Erwin Smith himself about how you think his best soldier, Humanity’s Strongest, is neglecting his duties in training new recruits?”

The MP mumbles something unintelligible.

“That’s what I thought,” Hange muses before finally letting the MP go.

Your anger dies down. He isn’t worth it anyways, you think as you send one last look of disdain in the direction of the MP.

Then, you turn your attention to Levi.

“Damn. Didn’t know Hange could be that scary,” you mumble under your breath.

“That’s because you haven’t seen them in their lab,” Levi answers, quietly enough for only you to hear.

“And with that out of the way,” Instructor Shadis continues, as if you haven’t just gotten your ass handed by Humanity’s Strongest in front of the entire Cadet Corps, “Pair up and start training!”

You groan.

Does the Instructor really expect you to spar again, after what he just put you through?

Read the rest on ao3: call my name || Levi X Reader

[officialundertakersmoocher]

may i pls request a scenario with violet and afab reader where he’s drawing them nude and then smut ensues?

An Artistic Craving

yall i am so sorry for the extended break, and I hope this meets your expectations 😭

Warnings: NSFW, Nudity, +18, Slightly OOC

• • •

"Stay still, okay?"

"But, Vi, it's so embarrassing..." You attempt to cover your assets which have been shamefully exposed to his eyes in the dimly lit study room.

"Don't think of it that way... It's just a study." You tried not to ask many questions, after all, he was more versed in the arts than you were.

It was lucky that you two happened to catch this moment alone, unchaperoned. Vi, actually very uncharacteristically, was the one to insist that he needed you as a model to finish this study to complete a project he was working on for his upcoming art exam.

After all, you two had been seeing each other for a long time now and were not only comfortable enough to do such a thing, but you also just happened to owe him a favor.

This is how you ended up in such a position for your lover, spewn on a dark purple couch in a private study room near the Purple House dorms. You knew that Gregory was too shy to say so, but there are many books on campus filled with similar references free for his use. He just wanted to spend time with you in an intimate setting such as this one.

You caught him stealing glances at you every once in a while, and he could sense your growing discomfort from staying still for so long.

He left his sketchbook behind momentarily to kneel down beside you and suddenly the room felt more quiet. Your eyes locked as he gently adjusts the position of your hand, placing it under your head in a graceful fashion.

He tilts his head and he brushes a strand of hair away from your face as if to get a better view.

He tried to back away to retreat to his seat, but was caught by your hand pulling him back. He sat confused for a moment but could tell your eyes were asking him to stay.

You move yourself upwards to face him and pull him into a kiss. His lips are soft and welcoming and he eventually moves to grab your waist.

You slowly move him onto the couch with you, straddling his waist. He begins to become shy from this now suddenly risqué moment and pulls away from your lips.

"Love, I don't know if we should..." You could feel the deep heat resonating from his cheeks, so you asked him softly, "Would you like me to stop...?"

"Please no..."

You just barely hear him mutter this, but his hot breath on your neck shows you how desperate he has become.

Before you know it, there are clothes being dragged away and thrown about the room, never finding the motivation to tear your lips apart from one another. You both are stuck in an agonizing dance, waiting for the moment that you both can be as close as you desire.

The room has reached a stillness as the dim candlelight bounces off of skin, and hot breath stills in the air. You are both frozen in time, taking in the moment for the first time now, and as you do, you notice that you've never really seen your lover in such a passionate way as this.

In this position, he's kneeling his body over yours and bowing his head in a shy manor. From the silence you hear him speak softly, asking, "Is this what you want, for sure?" And you have seemingly been too caught up in your own thoughts to notice the lingering question prodding in-between your thighs. You suddenly feel a harsh flush invading your cheeks and a needy wetness in the very same place that he finds his attention.

You turn your head to avoid the embarrassment of facing him as you answer his looming question.

Your voice shakes more than you intended it to, more out of anticipation than anything else. "Yes, of course, p-please keep going, my love-"

However, he catches you off guard by lowing his head down to your thighs. His proximity meant you could feel his breath tickle your skin and it invigorated you.

He softly grazed your folds with his fingers, and slowly exploring your body until he reached the most sensitive parts of you. The moment he grazed your clit, you couldn't help but let out a soft moan, which is exactly what pushed him to continue despite feeling his own uncertainty.

He follows the sounds of your sweet moans, touching you and exploring your body in ways that neither of you have experienced before. Before long you find yourself growing more in need of his touch, pulling his hands and guiding him to kiss you. You both are grasping for each others touch and cursing into the silence of this empty room when the tension reaches an all-time high. You find yourself guiding his cock lower as a sign that you are ready (or maybe as a sign that you can't wait much longer now).

He follows your lead, pushing himself slowly across your folds, letting out a sigh as he feels the warmth of your pussy against his skin. He has one hand behind your head as a comforting act as he slowly guides himself between your thighs. He watches your expression change to a grimace of pain, almost stopping himself, but instead he caresses your face in an attempt to sooth your pain. You start to adjust yourself and whisper for him to keep going, and after a few moments the pain starts to replace itself with great pleasure.

You can't help the moans that escape your lips as you grasp onto him, likely leaving scratch marks on his upper back.

However, he doesn't mind this one bit. He can only focus on this heavenly feeling that seemed to blur his vision and tingle at his senses. The pleasure became overwhelming before you could comprehend it and it feels like heaven.

The sounds that filled the room should have alerted the others of the acts you both were sharing tonight, and maybe, just maybe, you should have been more worried, but neither of you could have the gut to care. Not tonight, not when it just feels so good and your vision had started bleeding white as your bodies worked in tandem with one another. 

It felt like hours before you had found yourselves cuddling under a stray blanket, skin-to-skin and feeling on top of the world. There was peace settled in the air and you held each other and shared this perfect moment.

"Did you enjoy it?" Violet asked timidly while he stroked stray pieces of hair out of your face.

"Oh course, Darling. I've never felt closer to you than how we were tonight." You looked at him so softly and left a soft peck on his lips.

"Well, thats good, because... I didn't really get to finish my painting. We may have to do this again tomorrow night..." He wouldn't meet your eyes, but you knew that if you could see them, they would have a glint of excitement in them that you only see when he looks at you.

"Well, I suppose we would have to then- For your studies, of course."

• Epilogue • Tea Time •

"So, It couldn't have been just me who heard some oddly bizarre noises coming from the art studio on the west end last night..." Edgar mused to the other prefects as he took a mischievous sip.

"Oh, how I wonder what that could have possibly been coming from..." The sound of a breaking pencil could be heard only if he listened so intently.

"Oh, I heard it, alright." Greenhill pipped in, sounding more than mildly annoyed as he completed his afternoon stretch. "Some people really need to be more considerate of the fact that some of us need to study at such late hours."

"Well, maybe some people should consider that not everyone wants to hear the sound of your 2 hour long training routine at 12am either..." Bluewer rolled his eyes, obviously not knowing what the others were exactly referring to.

"Well, In just thinking that maybe when the professors discover a certain pair of undergarments left in said art studio on the west end, they may have to cancel class this morning. If you know what I mean..." Edgar takes an extended sip of his tea and watched as Gregory excuses himself, dropping his sketchbook and seemingly headed towards the west end.

"Well, that answers that." Edgar mutters with a smirk.

[valentine-cafe]

A panna cotta please?

(Top male reader)

I know Pasquale just dropped but he is literally soso … Thinking about him losing a bet against reader, who is a rival racer, or whatever you want because I don’t mind, and this results in messy sex??

˖⁺. ﹙ inhuman racer rival x top male racer rival reader. ﹚ .𖹭 ݁

. . . you're a fucking coward !! 🍒 :  illegal racer ˖ kinetic energy manipulator ˖ inhuman ˖ punk﹙verse 781 pasquale. ﹚

you're one of his rivals in racing and you just won the race and gods, he resents you like the pest, seems his body have different reactions though,

cw: insults to pasquale's name/mom, usage of the word boytoy, these two definetely are not normal about one another, threatening here and there if you squint, cum, anal, rough fucking, degredation, handjob, messy sex

Cheers roar across the crowd.

But not for the usual winner of the races that attend each and every time one was arranged.

Pasquale stood a few feet away from you, arms crossed and jaw clenched. His teeth ground into one another like their life depended on it. While eyes bore into the back of your head.

He'd always pledged loyal to fair races, yet something about you winning made something inside of his gut rot like it never had before.

Oh he hated you. Hated the stupid smile on your face, the hooded eyes that moved to gaze at him from afar and the little shrug sent his way was almost enough to make him walk over and start a fight with you.

But what would it matter in the end? You won, and it was a fair race. He didn't appreciate it though. It was a close race between you, Satyan and him. He got in 2nd, while Satyan ended up being third. Having left the celebration already.

'doesn't blame him with all of your awful boasting.' the racer thinks to himself. Judging you from afar the same you had before the race. Spitting into his face you'd win with the insufferable amount of confidence you seemed to have in yourself

"Yeah, was a close race and all." Your loud laughter twists at the angry coil in his stomach, his eyes turning to look somewhere else, until he hears the next sentence you spout from the filthy tongue in your mouth.

"Turns out Moretti's engines just weren't suited good enough for this one against mine."

With no time spent, the man's attention turns straight back to you. Vision snapping over to glare into the pair of eyes that guide the rest of the crowd's gazes over at him.

"You're real smart-mouthed." He huffs, tilting his head. Some of his supporters and own crowds gathering behind him, glaring back at the traitors that left for you and continue to cheer. Ah of course, the supports of winners. Never the loyal ones are they?

Jump, shift, walking across the street. You make your way over ot him swiftly and with a smug smirk, stopping halfway and looking around at all of the car lights lighting up the place. Taking in the excitement of the crowd, the sound of loud music blasting.

"Yeah? What about it?" You snicker. Hands haphazardly thrown into the pockets of your leather jacket. "Mama's boy was always the quick fused one no? Town whore's son and all"

Perhaps it's the rivalry, or stupidtity. None are certain for sure. But you hit the soft spots on purpose, all for what? You're not slipping away or out of this one as smoothly as you did back on the lane.

Some surrounding expected a punch, the throw of an arm, a headlock or a sprint towards you. Yet the man remained where he had been standing this whole time. An eyebrow quirked. Old insults never hit as well as newer ones.

"If you want to talk shit about my mom." He starts and flicks a piece of dirt off of his shoulder. As the other hand adjusts the red tinted round glasses covering his eyes. "Then do it in front of my face, in private. Vigliacco del cazzo." ( Fucking coward )

Silence befalls the surrounding circle of crowds, as well as you. It seems the response wasn't as fun to throw pointless insults back at him.

"Yeah, thas' what I thought." He snorts, slow in his steps as he makes his way over to you, walking and talking.

"Loud when a crowd is around, but the second we'd be alone in a room. Would you say the same?"

You quirk your eyebrow at his words. The countless of talks that spread across the usually serene italian town, of Pasquale Agresta Morretti being strong and gladly taking a good punch if he had to, were never jokes.

What would you care, it'd feed into his adrenaline addiction. Spouting a few more boasts and insults would surely start something.

Start heated kisses when he pulled you into his car to speed the both of you home.

Start your hands gripping and trailing down his body, grunting against his lips while grinding your hard bulge down against his.

"You're fucking pathetic." He bites at you. Yanking at your hair while you jerk him off, only to earn a loud groan when you yank at his leaking dick and pump a good few shallow thrusts onto it with your hand.

How can you not laugh at the jab?

You're the pathetic one? Are you the one who's getting jerked off against your bed. Pinned and helpless below him?

"Degrading yourself? That's adorable." You grit through your teeth, collecting slick and pre from his drooling tip for an easier entrance. Not that he'd be hard to get into. His body was opening for you like you'd never seen. Pretty ass fluttering for you and dick spewing like you were the most welcome sight on this earth.

Swiftly yanking his hair backwards. His head tilts back, throat emitting a mix between a grunt and a groan.

"That's my job though. You fucking town pass-about boytoy." You grunt into his ear, when your dick slams inside of him and starts fucking away.

His eyes widen, body jolting at the gasp he let out followed by the sensations of your hard dick fucking him out.

"S- Fuck-" Whiny noises spill in quick succession like the pace of your hips, smacking you ballsdeep each time to make the symphony of your skin a little louder.

So what if you wake some of the people in his house up. You won against him in the race, you get to fuck him however you like with his bratty attitude.

With your hand slapped across his mouth to prevent him from throwing his petty insults at you. The angle shifts and before he knows it he is getting fucked missionary, dick slapping against his abdomen and spilling cum, while yours works magic and thrusts into each nerve that sends him seeing stars.

"Fw-mnhgh nhgh!" Small noises of what'd remind you of distress become loud moans in your hand in one second after the other as he orgasms.

Already? Can't even hold it in for a little longer? Isn't that sweet. That gives you more things to bully him about next time you see each other. You know he gets the thrill out of it. And if you can get the satisfaction of riling him up all over again. You've your race yet again, haven't you?

Sure you like winning over him in a lot of stuff, but this?

Oh this is fucking heaven.

"Gonna fuck you until you've soaked your fucking bedsheets. You'd like that wouldn't you pretty boy."

His brows furrow at your comment, hips bucking upwards and back arching. He hates that you're turning him on like you're the switch to a light.

Poems have been written about it. His fantasies filling them up just as you are now, creaming his insides with hot ropes of cum when he squeezes down on you with purpose to see you falter just a little bit.

And you do, the unexpected pleasure hitting you like a truck. Mouth fallen wide open as joined by your eyes.

"F-Fuck fucking hell pasquale—"

Instinctively your hand reaches down for his dick. The one that had previously covered his mouth now fucking away at the throbbing cock.

"Y-You ah~! Look 'o f—fucking pathe-tic!" He manages and grins.

"Yeah, you take this as your little consolation price for not winning, huh?"

"S-Shut thefuck u-u-up- anghh!!!"

Without a doubt, if you weren't sure before you are now. This man is about to get ploughed so bad and you're feeding into his adrenaline addiction. The night is long ahead, but it doesn't seem like neither of you will be stopping.

[gold-pavilion]

Nowhere, Black Sorrow and an interpretation of Ivan's love

Gonna talk a bit about Ivan's emotional state in Nowhere and how it… is mostly right there in Black Sorrow too, just in a slightly more matured manner. I've got some similarities and differences I wanna highlight!

(It'd be good to read my lil initial impressions on the release of Nowhere first, tho!)

Firstly, the key thing about interpreting the content of Nowhere is that it's a private song. Written for Ivan himself, composed with no outside input, never meant for public performance. Therefore, in it, we can trust that Ivan is expressing himself as freely as he can (through the lens of his stunted emotional development yet strong ability to look inward and rationalize, but still), which is a very rare occurrence, given that one of his biggest traits is being private and cagey. The song Nowhere is raw emotion for a change, an open display of his head and heart.

And it sounds like just that. We hear the result of Ivan trying a romantic, ballad-like love song, starting with that and presumably just scrapping it for the subsequent melodic, hopeless freestyle rap session about his loneliness, pain, sense of being fundamentally unlovable/unwanted, belief that his existence is devoid of value and his pessimism.

But the love he knows he feels for Till IS there, fantastically represented by the ballad-like part that stays in the background for the rest of Nowhere. And it's recognized for what it is. 

… which is a big deal in itself!! Ivan talks down on his capacity for love a lot and would later call it a "shallow emotion", but he's way too analytical and knows himself too well to be avoiding that love is what it is. He damn well knows he's in love. And this song, the earliest song in his musical timeline, is pretty much the only place he says it out loud. 

Followed, of course, by all those verses about his meaningless and inconsequential life, being overwhelmed yet persisting calmly/numbly, the light he can't look at and dreams/hopes that are unreachable from the beginning because everything (and himself) is stained. And yet, the recognition of his emotions stays running in the background; to be literal about it, his feeling of love stays present and sung no matter how deep he dives into his bleak outlook. Constant, steady, never drowned out. Two things that are truths to Ivan. It feels to me like precisely the two factors that govern his inner emotional life: the belief that he's not built for it and the knowledge that he loves, regardless.

And "this always happens to me" is the sentiment that results from all that, taking the spotlight as the general mood and baseline of Nowhere. 

His belief that that the boy he was in the slums - a human who didn't feel like he belonged anywhere, neither an equal existence in relation to the segyein nor feeling part of humanity, a type of existence that's stained and rejected - is the same person he is in Anakt Garden and the ame persona he will continue to be. Of course, that applies to his love too. Not gonna work out because that's just how it is for someone like him, another piece of the "this always happens to me", destined to be unwanted. 

(We've gotta remember that Nowhere was written at the time he was living in Anakt Garden [source: official post], the time where he developed his feelings for Till and tried to be close to him in ways that neither Till nor Ivan himself could understand properly - so, is it surprising at all that he'd continue to feel mismatched with other humans, stained, wrong and hopeless? My personal belief here is that what he experiences with Till echoes with what he experienced in the slums, all contributing to sustain his view and thoughts about himself as an individual. It's all the same. Again: this always happens to him.)

Now here's the thing: that defeatist attitude about loving Till is honestly the same one he carries over to Black Sorrow and is guided by throughout all of the main Alien Stage storyline.

Another thing that's very important to remember in regards to THAT is that Ivan never told Till how he felt in any type of way, he also didn't intend to show it or let it be known in way Till could interpret, understand and give an answer to [source: Vivimeng Q&A at the 2024 GAF event of which we only have attendee records]. He mostly fought, made up, played and spent time with Till. The most straightforward example of "acting upon his feelings" we could refer to is when he asked Till if he wanted to kiss [source: official comic], which was absolutely not framed as a confession of romantic inclinations, but just as "something some kids in Anakt are doing". It was neither expressed nor understood for its true human meaning. Ivan never says anything because he has simply assumed that he's unlovable, considers himself rejected by default (he's aware Till likes Mizi, but it's been made clear that this is mostly irrelevant to him, Till could love anybody or no one at all and he'd still have his pessimistic outlook because he considers himself the problem [source: GAF event Q&A again]) and leaves it at that. Around the segyein, he even goes out of his way to protect either Till, the privacy of his own feelings or the nature of love (as one of the few freedoms pet-humans have) by giving the impression that they're not that close and Till is not that important to him [source: Ivan interview from the Alien Stage Patreon, specifically these bits].

With that said, let's recall Black Sorrow.

It's inevitably different because it's not the raw and fully honest Ivan, but a song meant for performing, for an audience and for the competition. Still, it's his character introduction song and it's the one that tells us his viewpoint on Till. And in it, his definition of love is already, well, that it's "his black sorrow". A feeling surrounded by darkness, love for someone unreachable, the knowledge that it ends in a "cold spot stained with blood", not meant to work out for him in any way. Just as he thought at the time of Nowhere. 

Because that always happens to him. He thinks that way in Black Sorrow, he thought that way in Nowhere, he still thinks that way in Cure.

But there's one thing that's extremely different between Black Sorrow and Nowhere! And I think it's an important aspect of Ivan that the new song and the new opportunity for character analysis allow us to bring forward.

It's in this little moment, the prelude to the climax of Black Sorrow:

When the first point tally is coming, no matter when you pause the video, Ivan's points are gonna be the same as Marty's. Unlike in Blink Gone, with Luka shown to be leading and Till falling in second place, Ivan and Marty don't know how it's going. But they'll get their final count soon, so this is the point where things need to get real serious. And it's the point when – as he watches the set's falling stars – Ivan dives into his most painful but also very important memory with Till. Through which we reach the song's climax, his performance turns much more emotional and he ultimately crushes Marty's score by a great margin.

What I'm trying to say is: in Black Sorrow, Ivan is in a very similar place as he was in Nowhere, in regards to his emotions and his love. We can assume he's more accustomed to it. But most of all, he's purposefully tapping into his feelings (both his love and his pain), drawing strength from them to deliver a winning performance. It's like opening his chest up and reaching into his heart, yes, but it's also done in a very controlled manner, because as soon as he's able, Ivan composes himself. When he finishes performing, he's his usual calm self again. 

(Writing this I realize I'll need another post to dive deeper into Black Sorrow alone to cover some more points that are unique to the song, so I'll leave that for later.)

And that's the aspect of his character that I think is so important to highlight, the fact that he just… know himself so well. And how, despite viewing himself negatively in some ways, he also greatly accepts himself.

Nowhere is a very downbeat song, of course we're all face down in puddles of tears for Ivan, but him? I think it'd be… in a way, misjudging and underestimating him to settle on a very depressive or fully self-loathing view of him. Because he's pessimistic, but in a rational, "that's exactly how things are" kinda way. He looks down on what he considers his bad sides, but also keeps them close and doesn't hesitate to use all of his skills and traits. He's hurting, but he remains collected and undefeated by his various pains. He's emotionally vulnerable but also SO full of sentiment, determined, clever, capable of great acts of gentleness and dedicated as few will ever be. 

And, when it comes to his love for Till, his belief that it's doomed to be unrequited doesn't stop him from continuing to feel that way, continuing to look after Till, drawing strength from his love when needed and ultimately do what must be done to push for Till's victory in Cure.

That's all for now! Please remember that these are only my views and that for this piece I focused on interpreting Ivan's love in particular in the context of Nowhere tied to Black Sorrow, so other themes are not as covered (not because they're not important in Nowhere or his whole character, of course) and even most of the nature of that same love is also not covered. I'll continue to write more analysis posts if possible.

I hope it's been an interesting read!

[izu0m1i]

MERCY BE DONE (YANDERE!BATFAM X RELIGIOUS!CULT!READER)

Warning: cult behaviour, weird behaviour

Chapter 2: The Strangers at the Edge

“All who enter must kneel. If not in body, then in soul. If not in soul, then in silence.” – The Spiral Gospel, Verse IX

The road into Enoch's Hollow narrowed until it was little more than a dirt path veined with roots and whispering weeds. The SUVs slowed, then stopped entirely, tires crunching over gravel that had long since been swallowed by the forest. Mist clung low to the trees, coiling around the trunks like smoke. Even the birds had gone quiet.

Bruce Wayne adjusted his cuff and stepped out first. Behind him, the second vehicle emptied in familiar rhythm: Richard, Jason, Tim, Damian, Cassandra, Stephanie, Duke, and Barbara, who maneuvered expertly from the back seat into her wheelchair. They carried gear, clipped walkie units to their belts, and joked quietly with one another.

Officially, they were here to scout land for Wayne Enterprises. Privately though? Whole other story. They'd followed a trail of strange forest signals, missing persons, and satellite images that showed structures where no town should be. Gotham's edges always held secrets, but this... felt different.

"Well," Jason muttered, stretching his back, "this is definitely where horror movies start."

"Don't say that," Stephanie said. "You'll jinx us."

"Too late," Damian added, eyeing the mist. "Look at this place. It’s practically a horror film set. Plus...." he paused before looking behind him at Stephanie with a deadpan look and continued "Todd's existence is jinxing us all." He had to promptly side-step to avoid the hurled stone aimed at his head after the comment.

The archway they passed under looked hand-carved, its crossbeam notched with strange spiral patterns and sun symbols. Flowers—real ones, dried and bundled—hung in clusters.

"Charming," Barbara said, settling more in her wheelchair, being careful where she wheeled her chair, ignoring the banter behind her. "In a lost-in-time kind of way."

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They stepped into Enoch’s Hollow.

The village appeared slowly, like it was deciding to let them see it. White cottages lined a circular road. Windows with lace curtains. Wooden wheelbarrows full of potatoes. Chickens wandered past, clucking softly. A thin horse stood tethered to a post, swishing its tail. A collie barked once and then sat down, unmoving. Everything was in place. Yet the stillness pressed into their skin like static.

The villagers were dressed plainly—cotton dresses, suspenders, flannel, long braids, sun hats. Some men worked with saws in a small lumber shed. Others pulled vegetables from garden rows. They looked up when the outsiders passed, nodded politely, then returned to their tasks. No one rushed. No one panicked. But no one looked surprised, either.

A man approached them. Broad-shouldered, middle-aged, wearing a tan sheriff’s uniform and a wide-brimmed hat. He looked more like a farmhand than an officer, but the badge was real.

"Afternoon," he said, tipping his hat. "Visitors, are ya?"

Bruce stepped forward with a polite smile. "We’re surveying land for a conservation expansion project. Just exploring the edges of this territory."

The man offered a slow nod. "Sheriff Abraham Hale. You're welcome to look. Not much out here but old fields and good soil."

"Exactly what we're hoping for," Tim added, already glancing around.

"You're welcome to rest, eat, walk the land. We take care of our guests."

He turned, leading them past the square.

"Hollow’s a quiet place," the sheriff said. "Always has been. Good people. Honest work."

Stephanie murmured to Richard, "Is it just me, or does this feel like a reboot of Children of the Corn?"

He grinned. "You're just mad there’s no signal."

They passed a family hanging clothes. A little girl stared too long. A chicken let out a warbled noise and then ran back under a porch.

And then they saw them.

At the top of the chapel steps stood two figures. One was a girl in a simple white dress, her feet bare on the stone, long dark hair loose around her shoulders. Her dress flowed with her every step, modest but striking in its stillness. The boy beside her wore a crisp white shirt tucked into brown pants, leather boots laced high. Their eyes were the same shape. Their posture mirrored. But the stillness in her held something older.

Twins.

They stepped forward together. She bowed slightly.

"These are my children," Abraham said, pausing beside the group. There was a note of pride in his voice. "Y/N and Gideon."

"Welcome," Y/N said, her voice gentle, precise. "To Enoch’s Hollow."

Gideon remained quiet, his eyes calculating. He offered a nod.

Bruce introduced them casually.

“These are my children—Richard, the eldest, followed by Jason. Cassandra is our eldest daughter. Tim and Duke are our middle sons, and Damian is the youngest. Our close friends, Stephanie and Barbara, are with us as well. And I’m Bruce. Thank you for welcoming us.”

"Of course," said Y/N. "I’ll show you the chapel and gardens. And after you can talk to grandfather about the land." she offrered before taking her twins hand in hers and started to walk ahead.

Richard leaned in slightly, smirking. "You always greet strangers barefoot, or is that just a small-town norm?"

Y/N raised an eyebrow, amused, looking back at him. "You're funny for a city boy."

Jason raised a brow. Damian looked away.

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As they walked, Y/N pointed out growing fields, spring wells, an apiary. Bees buzzed quietly nearby. A crow sat perched on a fence but didn’t caw. A dog licked at a bowl of dried herbs and then lay down, eyes on Y/N.

The Batfamily tried to make small talk. Duke cracked a joke about the local goats. Steph asked about the village’s food co-op. Barbara took notes on her lap tablet, fingers flying.

Y/N answered them all kindly, but never elaborated. Her answers were short, never dismissive, but impossible to pin down.

Stephanie lingered beside a set of wood carvings nailed to a barn—all spirals and trees. One of the villagers, an old woman, watched her with mild disapproval.

"Is that a local symbol?" the blond girl asked curiously.

"We believe in growing things from the center out," Y/N said. "Everything worth saving begins in silence."

Silenced settled after that

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By sunset, the village square was transformed. Strings of paper lanterns lit up the path, and a long wooden table had been set out. The whole town buzzed with activity. Children ran between benches, men carried baskets of apples and root vegetables, women poured fresh cider. Laughter rang out. Music played softly from an old radio powered by a generator.

"Now this," Jason said, "feels almost too normal."

"Exactly," Barbara murmured.

The Hale family sat at the end of the table, Abraham with his hat in his lap, Judith dressed in stark black. Y/N and Gideon sat to one side, still in white.

The villagers ate heartily. Bread, stews, roast squash, spiced nuts. Dogs barked softly. A cat curled on the chapel stairs.

Bruce made polite conversation with the sheriff. Stephanie animated chatted with the teenager that sat beside her, who was mostly listening. Richard and Jason laughed at Damian, who had a fly land on his soup, making him scowl and flick his bread crumbs at them.

Duke chatted with one of the local boys about the old hand-crank radio playing soft jazz nearby. “No Spotify, huh?” he joked. The boy looked confused but smiled politely.

Tim leaned in toward Barbara, who was sampling a slice of something that smelled like honey and pine. “You scanning anything?”

Barbara tapped the side of her tablet. “Still dead. It’s like the moment we hit their fence line, the signal just gave up.”

Across the table, a girl no older than eight approached Cassandra and handed her a flower crown of wildflowers—lavender, heather, and something pale green and unfamiliar. Cassandra smiled, signed thank you, and putting it on her head.

“She likes you,” Y/N said gently from beside her. Cassandra tilted her head, curious.

Y/N glanced toward the girl, who had already run off giggling. “The children say you walk like quiet rain.”

Richard blinked, amused. “That’s… poetic.”

“I didn’t say it,” Y/N replied tilting her head to the side. “She did.”

Gideon said nothing, but his gaze remained trained on the new family, eyes following the way they laughed and leaned into each other, familiar and chaotic. Like a language he didn’t speak.

As bowls were passed down the table, someone struck up a slow, melancholic tune on a fiddle. Several villagers hummed along. A few clapped in rhythm. Stephanie nudged Jason. “You dance?”

“I fight crime in body armor. What do you think?”

“I think you’re scared.”

Jason scoffed, then stood up and held out a hand. “Come on then, troublemaker.”

As the two danced among the fireflies and flickering lanterns, even Damian smiled—just barely.

But Y/N watched it all with a soft detachment, hands folded in her lap, head tilted as though listening to something the others couldn’t hear. Beneath her feet, the stone was warm. The laughter above was a pleasant disguise. And far below, the root pulsed slowly, content… for now.

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Okay, so Hi! Hello. I might have forgotten to update the story- Upsie

But anyway, here is a not proofread(when is it ever?) chapter two! Took a while to edit it cuz when I first made it.... let's just say it was not marvelous (still aint but you know...writers block :) ) Have a good day or night and be safe out there! Dont join a cult people. Another chapter is in the making (might update tomorrow but no promises)

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[eroselless]

TOA’ LA NOCHE 

Summary: You meet Carlos at a nightclub and spend toda la noche with him [2.1k]

[carlos sainz x reader ]

MASTERLIST

Warnings: 18+ for explicit language and smut, Spanish

 If there's any I missed let me know!

note: This was inspired by this TikTok that I’ve been obsessed with recently. I’ve been absolutely obsessed with this man. Also, I’m not very versed in writing smut and I’ve only written it a few times so I apologize in advance if it sounds a little confusing lmao. 

here’s the playlist that I listened to while writing

Your skin is starting to feel sticky as find yourself surrounded by mountains of people, all seemingly moving in unison with you. Sweat seems to be beading at the back of your neck and on your hairline. The sultry voices of Feid and Rauw Alejandro echo in your ears, the bass reverberating in your chest. The lights are bright, creating a halo around you. Your hips sway to the beat as you drunkenly and loosely gyrate them against one of your girlfriends. You're a giggling mess as she wraps her arms around and twirls. You let yourself go and give in to the music. The beat is almost intoxicating as you throw your head back and let out a breath.

You feel your friend tug on a strand of your hair before pointing out a group of guys standing just a few feet from you. They're standing in a half circle, dancing with each other, singing along and pumping their fists into the air. A brown-haired one whispers into another’s ear, almost exactly mirroring the interaction you just had with your friend. Your eyes wander over to the dark-haired man next to him and you feel your breath hitch in your throat at your eyes meet. He stands only slightly taller than the other man. He’s wearing a linen shirt, the buttons only done up halfway, exposing his hard chest. His hair is slightly wet, a sign that he combed his fingers through it far too many times. You feel your cheeks warm up, though you weren't sure they could get any hotter under the light, and you let out a shy smirk. 

There are people separating your two groups but between bodies, Carlos can clearly see as you continue moving against your friend, meeting your eyes in fleeting glances. Your friend lets go of you for a second, but you continue moving on your own, hands going up over your head and eyes closed. He weaves through the crowd and towards you, hands finding home on your hips. You tense up slightly before realizing it's him and relaxing in his arms. You feel his hands wander over your hips, threading his fingers in your belt loops. The song ends and another begins, the tempo slowing. You half expect him to let go and move back to his friends but he stays, moving with you. His head falls to your shoulder and you can feel a smile on his lips as he presses them to your skin. His fingers tighten their hold on you, lips now moving higher on the column of your neck. You let out a squeal as he nips lightly at your ear. He presses his hips hard against your bum, letting out a soft hmm as you find yourself burrowing ever more into his chest. He brings his lips to your ear and just over the music you hear him ask:

“quieres salir de aquí y encontrar un lugar un poco más privado?” (do you wanna get out of here and find a place that’s a little more private?)

You look up at him, nodding as his grip leaves you briefly. You see him yell out to his friends and you signal to yours where you're going and you make your way through the crowd and out the doors of the club. Your hands are intertwined as you make your way to his hotel across the street. Between wet kisses and wandering hands, you manage to catch his name as he mutters it out.  You likewise tell him yours as he’s pulling you through the door and into his room.

He doesn’t give you much time to think, pressing you to the door, lips finding their way back to yours. He licks into your mouth as your hands wander over each other’s skin. The pace is fast and needy as you reach into the front of his pants, undoing his belt and giving his hardening length a squeeze. He moans in your mouth, the sound sending a chill down your back and between your legs. His hands pull your shirt over your head, tossing it behind you. 

He pushes off the door, maneuvering you to the bed, sending you crashing onto the sheets. His arms cage you to the bed as his lips wander over your exposed skin. His fingers pull the lace cups of your bra down, pulling the fabric tight under your breast. His lips latch onto your pebbled nipple, the hand not supporting him above you, going to squeeze at the other. You bite your lip, stifling a moan as it tries to make its way passed your lips. 

“dejame escucharte, gatito.” (let me hear you, kitten) he says as his lips travel even further down your body. He licks down the valley between your breasts, blowing on the skin, goosebumps appearing over the area. You let out a shaky breath as he trails his fingers over your navel and down to your ever-moistening panties. He looks up at you with his honey-coloured eyes as if asking your permission to pull your panties off of you. As soon as you give him the green light, he’s prying them from you, hands dragging down your legs as he does so. 

“ay, mor, no seas asi,” (ay, love, don’t be like that) you say as he bites gently into the fat of your thighs, fingers gripping tightly, making sure you stayed wide open for him. His smile is teasing, eyes hooded with desire as he continues to move around the area where you need him most. His tongue is gentle and soft as it finally slides over your slit, his thick bottom lip following quickly behind. He takes his time tasting you, tongue prodding at your hole. He goes slowly, sensually as he eats like a man starved. He pulls away completely, lips and nose coated in your slick. You whine at the loss of contact. He chuckles, pressing more gently kisses to the inner part of your thigh.

“carlos…” 

“dime.” (tell me.) he says, resting his cheek on your thigh, a smirk on his lips. You let out a whine.

“quiero más,” (i want more.) you beg, voice almost broken and dripping with want. He raises an eyebrow, tongue going over his teeth.

“como qué?” (like what?) he asks, an innocent look painted over his face. You let out a huff and he shakes his head gently.

“tranquilla, amor. yo te dare todo lo que tu quieras.” (it’s ok, love. i’ll give you everything you want.)

His pointer and middle fingers trace over your lips, pulling them apart before pushing them into the pink flesh of your cunt. The air gets caught in your throat as his lips return to your clit, pulling it between his lips. Your hand goes to his silky hair, pulling on it. He let out a soft hum, a dull vibration caressing your sensitive skin. He curls his fingers, almost as if he were reaching for a button deep within you. You feel yourself shatter, your eyes squeezed shut as an orgasm crashes over you. Your chest is heaving as Carlos works you through it, gently scissoring his fingers out of your aching core. 

He pulls away, standing at his full height as he seems to catch his breath as well. His hair is sticking up and messy from your hands and there is a pink hue scattered over his cheeks. He’s smirking as he looks down at you, admiring his dishevelled work of art. He peels off his shirt, dropping it at his feet. You push yourself up, hands going to his unbuckled belt and zipper. 

“no es nada justo que todavía tienes esto puesto,” (it’s not fair at all that you’re still wearing all of this) you say, hands going over his tight abdomen. You let your fingers trace over his v-line, moving to right beneath his navel. You press your lips there, letting your tongue wet his skin. Carlos wraps his hand around your jaw, stopping you from going any further.

“por lo mucho que me gusta verte así, ahorita solo quiero esta dentro de ti.” (as much as i love seeing you like this, right now i just want to be inside you) You let out a quiet ok and lean back on your elbows and watch as he fully undressed his lower half. Your gaze wanders down, widening just slightly as you take all of him in. You can’t help but feel your core wetten at the sight. There’s a dark look in his eyes as he crawls over to you.

For a second it’s as if the world slows down. The sounds of traffic outside fade away and it’s just the two of you, enveloped in one another. His eyes meet yours as he holds himself above you. You can see the freckles littered over his nose and the faint mole on his cheek. You drag a finger over his bottom lip, tugging it down slightly. You lick into each other’s mouths, both letting out a long breath. He lines himself up with your sopping cunt and lets out a whine as he fills you to the hilt.

The stretch is delicious, sending a wave of pleasure through your body. Your legs are loosely wrapped around his waist. You're a moaning mess underneath Carlos as he starts to gently push in and out of you. Your hands wander over the smooth skin of his shoulders, fingernails digging crescent moon into his flesh. His nose nudges yours as you breathe in each other’s pants. His eyes are glazed over with lust as he loses himself in you. Your scent, the tremble in your voice, the taste of your skin. He falls to his elbows, using one hand to push your left knee up to your chest. It allows him to fuck deeper into you and you feel him bang into your g-spot.  You let out a gasp and he takes the opportunity to lick into your mouth, swallowing your noise.

His breathing is hard, grunting with every thrust, chest heaving with every breath he takes. The sounds of skin colliding and your moans are the only thing you can hear. His whimpers sound like music to your ears as he tucks his face into your neck. You move one of your hands and grip his asscheek, pushing it as close as you could to yourself. 

“joder, me podria perder en esta cosita aqui.” (fuck, I could get lost in this little thing here) he groans out. He pulls out quickly and instructs you to turn around. You get on your hands and knees as he grips your hips from behind. He swiftly pushes into you again, knocking you down to your elbows, ass now high in the air. You let out a cry as his hand rubs over your bundle of nerves. You feel as if you are teetering on the edge of a chasm, only held up by a string that’s ready to break. His growls only grow louder as he continues to pound into you and his pace becomes sloppy.  

“vamos, nena,” (come on baby,) he says into the soft skin of your back. “yo sé que puedes.” (i know you can do it) You let out a cry, letting the string snap and you fall. You feel Carlos pull your arms out and over your head, forcing your face into the soft duvet. He interlaces his finger with yours and holding on tightly he spills into you. After a few seconds, he lets his body weight lay over you, unable to hold himself up any longer. You both hiss as he pulls himself out, revelling in his cum dripping down your thighs. He wraps his hand around you turning you over slowly. He lays behind you as your breaths regain their normal rhythm.

He presses his lips and nose to your back, inhaling the smell of sex and scent on your skin. You let out a giggle as the breeze coming from his lips tickles over your skin. You fiddle with his fingers and slowly turn over to look at him. His skin glistens with sweat but it makes him look more like an oiled-up Greek god as opposed to a man coming down from the highs of sex. 

“fuck, eres extraordinaria, mi amor.” (you are extraordinary, my love)

a/n: oh geez I definitely had too much fun writing this. some of the translations aren’t 100% exact, it just sounds similar and better to me like that lol. let me know what y'all think! comments and reblogs are always welcomed <3

[bitingdrivers]

Your stuff is really cool! Are you still taking prompts? Cuz I would love the 'Dandelion' one with Max, its such nice word play I find. He's the dutch lion and the dandelion flower literally translates to lion's tooth, no? (In French it's dent-de-lion)

Would be kinda cute, but feel free not to though, no pressure, have a nice day

hello!! i took a little bit different approach with the prompt, hope you still like it!!! in my head, i set this in the verse of this fic , but you can totally read it as a stand alone

22. dandelions

Fallen branches and pine cones crunch under the wheels, as their mustard Range Rover crawls through the woods, following the path carved into the forest floor by other people that ventured here. Young birches and firs accompany their journey, with rustling of leaves that glide along the windshield and sides of the car, and prickly spruce paws that poke inside the rolled-down windows.

Through the crowns of pine trees rises the clear summer sky, blue like the forget-me-nots that grow in their garden. Rays of scorching sun peek from behind the tree branches, casting pools of golden light on the underbrush.

The road is uneven, and as the car jumps on another bump, Daniel jumps with it, swearing under his breath; the seat belt digs sharply into his bare shoulder. Beside him, Max laughs, shifting the gears.

"Why couldn't we go to the shore with normal road?" Daniel asks, reaching to turn down the volume of the song that's been blaring through their stereo.

"Because," Max starts, "This shore is private, of course."

The car jumps on another bump.

"Of course it's private, there's no road!" Daniel exclaims, as the car's suspension wobbles on a turn.

Max shifts gears again, his long legs clad in tiny shorts moving on the pedals, and drives downhill. Ahead of them is a rickety bridge — two wooden boards thrown over a trench.

"Daniel, you do this every time. We have been going to this shore for years, I know how to drive on this road," Max replies nonchalantly.

The car's wheels touch the wooden planks of the bridge, and despite the nervous pit in Daniel's stomach, the wood doesn't break, and their Rover smoothly makes it to the other side.

Daniel breathes out, relieved.

Max pats him on the thigh and says sympathetically, "We're almost there."

"Yeah, I know."

They continue to drive through the forest, until the woods open into the river bank — it's covered in bright green grass and littered with tiny yellow dots of coltsfoot, dandelions and buttercups; near the murky emerald water, the field turns into cracker-dust sand.

Max parks their Range Rover in the middle of the grass, shielding them from the other unlikely visitors. They leave the doors open, music paying loudly in the empty field.

Daniel leaves his thongs in the car and steps out onto the field, tiny grass blades tickling his feet. Max does the same, then goes to the boot to get their stuff.

The sweltering heat eases off with the breeze from the water — Daniel breathes in, feels the air cool down the sweat on his bare chest. Bugs buzz around, and if he listens very closely, Daniel can hear the distant bird song from the forest.

Once they spread out their blanket, Max goes to the water — the water is too cold to swim in, but he still dips his feet it.

"No," Daniel hears him say from his place on the blanket. Soon, Max appears beside him and sits down, taking his shirt off.

Daniel chuckles, "Too cold?" and reaches for the sunscreen.

"Freezing," Max agrees, smiling, and turns his back for Daniel to put the cream on — Daniel covers his pale shoulders, dotted with tiny freckles that only come out in the summer, moves to Max's arms with the tine lines ending at where the sleeves of his t-shirts sit, makes sure to cover his soft stomach and thighs.

After they are both covered in sunscreen and Daniel made sure to put a hat on Max's head, they lounge in the sun, reveling in the cool breeze from the river.

About thirty minutes into their lounging, Daniel gets bored of lying around and baking in the sun. He stands up and wanders a little farther into the green and yellow field.

Max interrupts his story about a sim race he had yesterday to ask, "Where are you going?"

With a cheeky grin, Daniel replies, "Gonna make something for you, Maxy," and begins to pick the dandelions that litter the grassy shore.

Max watches, eyes peeking out from the elbow that his head is lying on. "You're doing a bouquet?" he asks, eyeing the bunch of flowers in Daniel's hand.

"Better."

Satisfied with the number of flowers, Daniel comes back to Max and sits down on the blanket. Then, he picks up two dandelions and twists them around. Max watches, as Daniel uses the stem of a third flower to tie the two buds.

After Daniel weaves more dandelions together, Max catches up.

"Oh!" he gasps, "You're making a crown!"

Daniel nods, delighted, and brings the unfinished crown on Max's head to measure how much more he needs to weave.

"I didn't know you can do that," Max says, sitting up and picking up a dandelion tp play with the stem — the milky fluid from it sticks to his fingers, and Max whispers "Ew", wiping his hand on the blanket.

"I was bored last summer, while you were away on your trip," Daniel explains. Max went back to the Netherlands for a couple of days to visit his friends, and Daniel was doing anything to stop missing him — cleaned their house twice, worked in the garden sunrise to sundown, taught himself how to make flower crowns: he made one for himself and two for Sassy and Jimmy, but they did not appreciate it when Daniel tried to put the crowns on their heads for a picture.

"Here we go," Daniel says once the dandelion crown is done. "A golden crown, fit for mylion. prince" He can't fight his smile as Max takes off his cap and allows Daniel to gently place the crown on his head.

"How do I look?" Max asks, shyly looking at Daniel. His cheeks and nose, dusted with tiny freckles, are pink from the sun, the corners of his eyes crinkled with intensity of his smile.

Daniel's heart flips; he loves Max so much.

"Like the prettiest prince I've ever seen," he replies, unable to stop himself from kissing Max. Max makes a soft noise and kisses back.

Once they part, Max says, a little out of breath, "Daniel, I cannot be the only one with the crown, you need to be a prince too, of course."

He picks up two dandelions from the blanket. "Teach me how to make one."

Daniel smiles and leans in for another kiss.

"Okay, Maxy."

[viforavi]

singer/songwriter!caitlyn and producer!vi… known for her quiet allure and silky voice, cait is a rising star whose songs have almost all been produced by vi. most of the lyrics cait writes may or may not be drawn from a crush she has on her producer. vi may or may not be producing cait’s songs because she’s not only undeniably talented, but also incredibly hot.

caitlyn loves to observe the focus vi has when creating her vision in the studio—sometimes she finds herself staring at her a little longer, taking note of how vi plays with her bottom lip and the way her big, beautiful blue-gray eyes dart across the computer screen—but the praise she gets when she records the perfect take is the cherry on top of it all.

“atta girl.”

“amazing work, you did so well today.”

“there we go, princess. knew you could do it.”

she feels her face flush slightly at every compliment and this time is no different. they near the end of a session as caitlyn records the last of her harmonies and the rest of the pre-chorus. as caitlyn’s verse comes to an end, vi smiles and clicks a button on her sound board to let cait hear her next words.

“you did so good in there, sweetheart. i could listen to you all day.”

a small giggle paired with an eye roll is her typical response to the producer’s kudos. cait’s ears and cheeks are tinged pink at the last part of vi’s comment.

“as if you aren’t paid to do exactly that,” caitlyn points out.

she removes her headphones and exits the soundproof room, walking towards the couch at the same time as vi to take a break before the producer works herself to the bone to get this song to sound like a masterpiece. caitlyn’s legs find themselves propped on vi’s lap crossed at her ankles with vi’s hand gently holding her in place, a comfortable position they find themselves in very often. vi expresses a thought she has about cait’s writing.

“y’know, i honestly still can’t believe you wrote these lyrics. i didn’t realize you were seeing someone.”

cait lets out a soft laugh, slightly embarrassed at the idea. the lyrics are… more sexual than what she usually writes, depicting fantasies and desires that she would typically consider private information.

“i’m not! just… felt really inspired i guess.”

“c’mon, don’t give me that. you rarely ever write about sex, let alone ask me to produce a song about it. she must be really fucking good, so who’s the lucky girl?”

she was right. caitlyn rarely wrote songs about sex and even when she did, she was usually too embarrassed to show them to vi. caitlyn’s had her fair share of hookups, but in caitlyn’s eyes none of them could compare to the mere thought of vi: her stupid fucking haircut that she, by some miracle, manages to pull off, her muscular build that convinces cait that she could be picked up by her like a feather, and that voice.

god, that fucking voice and her fucking praise.

even though she was the one to ask, vi’s stomach drops at the thought of cait seeing anyone. she keeps her eyes on the screen, avoiding caitlyn’s gaze and hoping she doesn’t look like a kicked puppy.

“seriously, it’s no one.”

“bullshit, cait. we’re friends! you can tell me.”

“it’s not! i’m really not seeing anyone.”

“please, cupcake.”

the underlying sweetness in her disbelieving tone makes cait want to melt into a puddle on the floor. part of her wants to admit that the object of all her fantasies has been a certain pink-haired musical genius with a jaw-dropping body and a pretty face, but her pride outmatches her desire, even though the use of the dessert-inspired nickname makes her knees weak.

“it’s just a crush. that’s all.”

cait swears she can see vi’s ears perk up. she’s met with a shit-eating grin, and now vi can’t help but poke and prod further to figure out who this mystery crush is. they giggle and playfully fight with one another as vi begs to know about this “crush” and cait wonders why the fuck she decided to say anything at all.

the regret leaves her body when she finds her face centimeters away from vi’s and her arms locked in front of her chest, held by her wrist thanks to vi’s unbelievable strength. cait makes out the curls of her eyelashes, the dark ink of her face tattoo, and most especially the plush of vi’s lips and the scar that decorates the top of them.

shit. why does she have to be so fucking gorgeous?

caitlyn is certain the red all over her face perfectly matches the burn she feels. she feels like she’s opening for fucking beyoncé or something with how nervous she is to be this close to someone she’s known for years.

“you’re really gonna keep this from me, princess?”

something about vi’s lowered voice and her eyes searching her face (particularly at her lips, she noticed) gave caitlyn a sense of confidence that she knows she’ll probably regret acting on. she wants vi, and she’s tired of vi not knowing. she swallows and looks into vi’s pleading eyes for a moment then sighs, nearly surprising herself with what she does next.

her feet find their way to the floor to push her up out of her seat and then she swiftly swings a leg over vi’s lap, seating herself where her legs once were. vi’s grip on caitlyn weakens and confusion is written all over her face with her wide eyes, raised brows, and slightly parted lips. cait gazes at her through hooded eyes, playing with the neckline of vi’s muscle tee. she leans over and ghosts her lips over vi’s ear to tease.

“you really wanna know?”

vi rests her hands on caitlyn’s hips and slowly licks her lips, still unsure of what exactly is going on… but she’s not complaining. her thumbs fiddle with the top of caitlyn’s jeans as caitlyn pulls herself back to face vi, one hand caressing the back of her neck and the other cupping her chin. vi groans at the sound of cait’s voice as she asks vi a very important question.

“do you want me to tell you, or would you rather i show you?”

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[alittlegiraffe]

Title: "Whispers in the Studio"

Chapter 1: The Quiet Heart

Warnings: None, just fluff and romance. Mutual pining, and idiots in love

For years, you had worked as Eminem’s assistant. You’d seen him at his highest highs and his lowest lows, witnessed the whirlwind of fame and the intensity of his lyrics, but despite your proximity to him, you had remained mostly invisible—silent in the background. Your role was simple: keep the schedule, manage the chaos, and stay out of the spotlight. You knew Eminem better than anyone, but he had no idea how deeply her heart had come to know him.

You had always been shy, the type to keep your feelings hidden behind quiet smiles and brief glances. So, you had admired him from afar, respecting his brilliance, his art, and the pain he poured into every verse. He was raw, unapologetic, but you also knew the man behind the fame—the one who cracked jokes in private, who had moments of vulnerability that no one else saw.

It was late in the evening when you'd found yourself once again in the studio, organizing papers and quietly watching him work. The hum of the machines and the occasional beat drop were the only sounds that filled the room, aside from the soft tapping of her pen as you jotted down notes.

"You're still here?" His voice cut through the silence, a little softer than usual.

Y/N froze, your heart skipping a beat as you looked up. Marshall—Eminem—was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, a slight smirk on his face. His blue eyes twinkled in the dim light, but there was something more vulnerable in his expression tonight. Something different.

"I—yeah, I was just finishing up some things," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "But I'll be done in a few minutes."

He stepped inside, his presence larger than life, but there was a certain gentleness in his movements tonight, like he was trying to create space for her to breathe. "You know, you don't have to stay so late. You’ve been working your ass off."

Y/N felt a warmth flush her cheeks. "It’s fine," you muttered, busying herself with another stack of papers. You didn’t dare look at him directly.

He watched you cautiously for a moment, then casually leaned over the desk, placing a hand on the edge. His fingers were so close to yours that you could feel the heat radiating from them, and it made your pulse quicken.

"Are you alright?" His voice was quieter now, more sincere. "You seem... distant lately."

Your heart clenched. Of course he noticed. He always noticed everything. You were careful with your emotions, but the truth was, you’d been struggling with your feelings for him for as long as you could remember. The boundaries you maintained, the professional distance—everything you did to keep yourself composed—was becoming harder to uphold. It had taken years, but you had finally accepted that your feelings for him were real.

"I'm just... tired," you lied, your eyes flicking nervously toward the door, desperate to avoid his gaze. "It's been a long week."

He didn’t seem convinced, but he didn’t press further. Instead, he pushed off the desk and walked over to the couch, dropping onto it casually. "You want to talk about it?"

Y/N’s heart thundered in your chest. You wanted to, but words failed you. You couldn’t talk about your feelings for him—not like this. Instead, you nodded absently, trying to keep your cool. "Maybe another time."

The two sat in silence for a while, the only sounds the occasional scribble of your pen and the faint beat of a song playing in the background. Marshall seemed lost in his thoughts, eyes distant, tapping his fingers on his knee. And though the space between them was small, the emotional distance felt unbearable.

It was then that he spoke again, his voice low and hesitant. "You know, you’ve been with me for years now. I trust you, more than anyone else, really."

Y/N’s breath caught. He trusted her. He always had, and you had always been there—steadfast, loyal, helping him through the ups and downs of his life. But somehow, hearing him say it out loud made you feel like the walls you had built around your heart were finally starting to crack.

"Thanks," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

There was another long pause, but this time, it wasn’t awkward. It felt like the kind of quiet that filled up the spaces where words weren’t needed. He didn’t speak for a while, but you could sense him watching her—studying her.

You glanced up, and your eyes met his brilliant blue. For a moment, everything around the two of you seemed to fade away. The world outside the studio didn’t exist anymore. Just the two of you, in that small room, sharing a moment that neither of you could explain.

"I’ve noticed you," he said quietly, breaking the silence. "You’re not just some assistant to me, you know."

Your heart raced as his words sank in. Your heart screamed that it wanted to respond, to tell him what was inside of you, but the words were tangled in a web of nerves and fear. What if he didn’t feel the same? What if it ruined everything?

"I..." You swallowed hard, but the lump in her throat wouldn’t go away.

Before you could say anything else, Marshall stood and walked over to you, his eyes never leaving yours. He reached out, gently lifting your chin with his hand, his touch sending a shock of electricity through your.

"You don’t have to say anything, Y/N," he whispered. "I just want you to know that I see you. I’ve always seen you."

And in that moment, all the years of silence, all the moments of longing and unspoken words, collapsed into a single truth. He saw you. He saw you in ways no one else had, and you realized, with a sudden clarity, that he had always been there—just waiting for you to see him too.

The air between them crackled with unspoken emotion as his gaze softened, and before you could stop yourself, you whispered, "I’ve always seen you too, Marshall."

A flicker of something passed through his eyes, something tender, something real. Then, without another word, he leaned in, his lips brushing gently against yours.

It was the beginning of something neither of them had expected, but it was something they both needed. A quiet, unspoken connection, finally giving way to the love they had both been holding back for far too long.

And as they stood there, in the quiet of the studio, it was clear: their story had only just begun.

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Tagging Bestie, just to share that I'm writing again 💜💜💜: @tumblin-theworldaway

[marymary-diva17]

Your my daughter Ma ite

There was not only one sully that had came to pandora, as there was another they came as well. A child that daughter of Jake sully had been taken, to pandora with her father as there was little left for her on earth. Along with a father who didn't wish to leave behind the child he loves and care for so much. When they arrived on pandora that when their new lives had started.

y/n " ......" you are sitting on the grass while watching your three younger siblings and cousin playing around, you had been a only child when you came here but soon gained three siblings and mother later on.

????? " y/n"

y/n " hello kiri"

kiri " can I sit by your he boys are playing to rough for me"

y/n " sure you can kiri"

kiri " what are you playing with y/n"

y/n " my song chord"

kiri ' your song chord is so different from everyone in the family"

y/n " well that because we all have experienced different miles stones in life" you had become happy when your dad told you that you were going to become a big sister, it made you happy even on the day when Jake told you neytiri had become your new mom. Jake knew you didn't have a good relationship with your brith mother, or barely any relationship with her at all.

kiri " hey what are you making"

y/n " well some bracelets for the whole family even baby tuk"

lo'ak " why does she need a bracelet she just a baby"

y/n " well because she my siblings I made you one when you were a baby, same with all of you as well"

neteyam " we love them"

lo'ak " It very funny on how some of the clan thinks neteyam is the oldest sully kids, when it your big sister"

kiri ' it because she human dummy and doesn't have a avatar body stupid"

y/n "hey be nice you two"

kiri & lo'ak " yes big sister"

y/n " I hope one day I will get a avatar body verse waving this mask all day"

kiri " well I think you are beautiful as human y/n"

y/n " thank you now come on we need to get home before mom get worried"

spider " hey my dads said I can stay out a bit longer"

y/n " haha very funny walk monkey boy" the boys laugh as you had shoved spider in front to walk, and soon the group did what you said as you are the oldest. The kids had soon reached the village and started walking towards their homes.

navi women " I still can't believe neytiri had taken in toruk makto daughter, from the sky people"

navi man " she tries to dress like us but she will never be one of us"

navi women 2 " toruk makto should of left her in the care of those others, as she started a new life with neytiri he didn't need his past holding him back"

navi women 3 " I hear that neytiri was speaking with the tshaik, in a private meeting they were speaking about her I think they are going to convince Jake sully on leaving her with tsu'tey mate for good"

navi man 2 " her being her mess up the line of succession for olo'eykthan family"

navi women 4 " she will never inherited anything with her demon blood and looks, she mocks neytiri by represent Jake old mate and life" your had become use to the gossip of grown adults as a very young age, knowing a small amount of the clan didn't accept you and other humans. It seems like your siblings and spider were to far ahead to hear any of the words being spoken.

kiri " hey sister come on mom said she will make the family favorite tonight"

y/n " oh coming" the kids had reach their home after escorting spider home.

neytiri " hello children welcome home"

kids " hello"

y/n " hi" all the kids sat down when you soon felt someone grab onto your thigh.

y/n " heu tuk tuk"

neytiri " tuk tuk"

y/n " yes I gave her that nickname and she seems to like it" you had picked up tuk and place her in your lap. neytiri smiles at all of the kids as she makes dinner.

neteyam " mom we had a good day with y/n today she took us to the river"

neytiri " oh did she I hope you all were behaving for her"

y/n " they were all good we can take tuk next time to give you a break"

neytiri " sure let me think about it" you had nodded your head as you play with tuk and your siblings.

Jake " hello everyone I home"

neytiri " welcome home ma Jake"

kids " hey dad"

Jake " y/n will you be staying for dinner with us or will norm be calling you to base for dinner"

y/n " I will stay if you all will have me"

neytiri " you are welcome here my dear"

y/n " thank you"

kiri " hey mom what with all the leather and beads in that basket"

neytiri " oh they are for something I'm making that all"

lo'ak " it look like clothes mama who are making clothes for, it seems like a girl"

Jake " kids leave it be your mother will tell us in time" your younger siblings had sighed as you shook your head, you did wonder what neytiri was making. Dinner was wondering but there had been times when you caught neytiri looking at you, but when she noticed you were looking back she will look away and attend to your siblings.

Jake " kids say goodnight to your sister I will be walking her home"

kids " bye y/n"

y/n " bye everyone thank you for having me over for dinner neytiri" neytiri had nodded her head as she grabbed the basket and soon, went into the room she shared with your dad. Jake and you are now walking home together.

Jake " is everything okay sweetie you were not talking at much at dinner"

y/n " no everything is good dad"

Jake " you know you can be honest with me baby girl so tell, me what the matter"

y/n " I know you and neytiri have been tougher for a long time now, but do you think she gets bother if I call her mom or mother"

Jake " what makes you think that"

y/n " well I have overheard some the other navi talking about me, saying that your should of left me in the past and that I might be adding stress to neytiri .... I ask to watch tuk for her for while so she can get a break and time to herself an it seems like she didn't like that idea"

y/n " the clan wonders why you didn't just leave me in the care of norm, and move on with the new family you had been giving"

Jake " I was over heard mo'at and neytiri have been talking about you, but either one of them wish to tell me about it"

y/n " dad if I'm making home uncomfortable for you I can stay at base, it will be better and you favoring me will not settle well with the other clans and this one"

Jake " baby girl you are my first child I love you"

y/n " I love you to dad but I don't want to bring harm to the family"

Jake " I wish for no harm to come to you as well I know you are the oldest, but you can stay here util I know it safe for you to be at village for long times ... same thing for spider I will not stand for any more of this bullying I will handle this"

y/n " yes dad"

Jake " good and maybe one day you will have an avatar body like your old man, and then there will be no stopping you"

y/n " I will really love that dad so much." Jake soon smiled, brought you into a hug, and kissed your forehead.

norm "There you are kiddo I was going to come looking for you"

jake "No need to worry norm we were just having a conversation, head inside baby girl I need to have some words with your uncle"

y/n " yes Dad goodnight I will be in my bedroom room or the common area"

norm "Thanks, kid. Spider is inside waiting" You nodded your head and walked into the base as the door closed behind you as you watched your dad and uncle talk. It seems very serious by your father's stance and how she was moving his hands as well. Jake had always been worried about you and wanted to make sure, you had a good life and a relationship with the family as well. He didn't want you to be through heartbreak again like in the past when to his ex. He had made a promise to keep you safe and love you, and he will never let that promise go.

many weeks later

y/n "Okay, whoever gets to the mark will be the winner of the game and the best climber for the remaining of the month." You are looking at your siblings and spider as they prepare to race each other.

y/n " I want a fair game if I see any rule-breaking none of you win"

kids " yes"

y/n "Okay, ready, set ... go go" the four kids had race towards the tree and started climbing as you watch from the bottom, with tuk on your back.

neteyam " I'm the winner"

lo'ak " no fair you are the second oldest and taller then us all"

neteyam " it fair baby brother"

spider " we should gave a do over"

kiri " yes a do over"

y/n " neteyam wins he got there first and grabbed the mark he the winner"

lo'ak/spider/kiri " oww"

y/n " come on we can do sometimes else that will make us all happy" the kids soon come down and they soon joined you and tuk on the ground, as the group soon walked elsewhere and sat down. In a place between the village and the human base as well.

lo'ak " hey why havant you and spider been spending that much, time at the village with us"

y/n " we have been sticking close to home most days under uncle from and dad orders"

spider " yes there have been some issues that have come up, that need to be handle"

neteyam " what type of issues we can help solve them so you both, can have meals with us along with uncle norm as well"

y/n " this is adult business that what dad had said well most of it"

kiri " oh well we can come have meals with everyone at base, it will be fun"

y/n " we have to ask permission first before we do anything" your siblings had nodded their heads in agreement, the rest of your dad with your siblings had gone well.

later on that night

Jake " so kids how was your day"

neteyam " it was fun day we got to spend time with y/n and spider, we had a race she was the referee for us"

Jake " that was nice of her"

lo'ak " neteyam won"

neteyam " I won fair and square"

lo'ak " fine"

kiri " dad can we go have a sleepover with y/n one night beauty please"

Jake " let wait for your mom to get home and see what she has to say"

neytiri " I'm home I brought home a good caught for dinner"

kids " mom"

neytiri " well it seems like you all had a good day with your sister, where is y/n will be joining us for dinner"

Jake " no she will be eating at base with norm and spider"

neytiri " oh"

neteyam " y/n did a great job on watching tuk mama"

Neytiri " that good of her we have to have her over one night for dinner, and to stay over this is her home ma Jake"

Jake " yes we should" the family had ate dinner but it was easy to say there was something off, with the whole situation. When the kids had went off to bed, Neytiri had deiced to have some words with Jake.

neytiri “ ma Jake may we talk”

Jake “sure honey what the matter”

neytiri “ I was wondering when will y/n be coming home, she hasn’t been here so long the village and home not the same without her”

Neytiri “ spider as well he is missed along as well, Tsu’tey misses having his son at his home”

Jake “ I had some words with norm and max along with the kids, and we don’t think it safe for them to be here right now”

neytiri “ what do you mean ma Jake we have extra oxygen for them in the village”

Jake “ there seems to be some underlying issues coming from the clan members, as they don’t seem to like the pair”

Neytiri “ what else ma Jake”

Jake “ Neytiri I can handle it form here”

Neytiri “ no Jake you will tell me what has happened, y/n is my daughter as well and if anyone bother here then I will deal with them”

Jake “Okay I will tell you y/n has overheard some members of the clan speaking poorly about her, questioning why you have taken her as my daughter and why I have kept her as my daughter”

Neytiri “ ……”

Jake “They also mentioned how they had seen you speaking with your mother about the topic of y/n” 

Neytiri “ ……”

Jake “ I had thought it would be best for y/n to stay at the base until, I can find out a solution”

Neytiri “ Jake, I mean no harm to y/n I love her as my daughter and will do anything to protect her, she always helping out around the home and clan”

Jake “What else? You sound worried”

Neytiri “Well, she human mostly everything her can hurt her, and I'd rather not see her or spider get hurt”

Jake “Oh Neytiri”

Neytiri “those things the kids have spotted that night, had been something I been making for her” neytiri soon reviled some clothes she had made, for you some of them human sizes and others Navi sizes.

Neytiri “ I heard the scientists talking about making, avatar bodies for y/n and I wanted to make her clothes that will make her fit in and loved”

Jake “ oh neytiri why didn’t you tell me ahead of time”

Neytiri “ I wanted to surprise you ma Jake and y/n”

Jake “ well she going to love it neytiri”

Neytiri “ we will still need to deal with the others on how they will be treating y/n, in the future as I will not let this happen anymore”

Jake “ I agree but right now let’s go speak to our daughter and have her home” the next day neytiri and Jake came by the base to speak with you. 

y/n " so you don't hate me or wish me gone"

neytiri " no I don't and I will deal with the others but you are my daughter ma ite, and you will always be my daughter no matter what happens"

y/n " thanks mom"

neytiri " I will do my best as a mother to you and make sure no harm comes to you or your siblings"

y/n " thank you"

Jake " so will you be coming home again as you are missed very much"

y/n " yes"

Jake " good baby girl and now if anything like this happens again we will handle it like a family"

y/n " yes dad"

????? " aww you are stepping on my foot"

????? " well move your foot"

Jake ' kids you all can come out now we know you are there by now" your siblings soon came out, kiri and lo'ak fighting while neteyam was holding tuk.

neteyam " big sister are you coming home because I need your help, when it comes to dealing with them"

y/n " yes I will" you had taken tuk from neteyam and held her smiling brightly.

Jake " see baby girl we are a family no matter what anyone says" the family had hugged each other very happy, about what had unfolded right now. As you had learn that day that neytiri loves you as a daughter no matter what happens, you will always be her child and she will defend you as her child.

[kjsasha]

I Wish I Could Live Again - YJH

Pairing : Ghost!Jeonghan X Female Reader

Genre : Smut, supernatural, a bit of humour and sadness, strangers-to-something.

W.C : 3K+

Warnings : Dom!Jeonghan, kind of sub!Reader, making out, fingering, oral (both receiving), unprotected sex (be wise), rough sex, cuddling (this needs a heads-up too, right?)

NSFW

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Work hasn't really been easy these past few weeks. Fortunately, we've been granted two major projects from two of the most sought after companies of the decade but the deadlines are nearing and me being the substitute for our department's head for the time being since he's on a leave due to his surgery isn't really very efficient.

Y/N's Pov :

But it's not just about work; I've been exhausted for a while now with nowhere or no one to seek comfort in.

After a long day, I ran myself a much needed bath. I put on a pair of navy blue cotton shorts but before I could grab my t-shirt to put it on, I felt a presence around me.

You know how you get a hunch when there's someone else in the room with you? But here's the issue; I live alone and it's literally around midnight right now.

A shiver ran down my spine and I tried to gulp down the lump in my throat before mustering the courage to turn around.

"You can see me?", he asked with a little furrow between his brows.

I screamed at the sight in front of me followed by my hands instinctively covering my bosoms - A guy leaning on the wall while biting his nail nonchalantly. He seemed taken aback and checked himself as if he was supposed to be invisible.

"Of course I can, you thief", I said fidgeting to get my t-shirt with one hand while the other covered my chest.

"What? I'm not-...and it's not something I haven't seen before", he said gesturing towards my boobies with his head.

I hurriedly put my t-shirt on and grabbed the showpiece that was nearby.

"I'm calling the cops", I threatened him with the flower vase.

"Go ahead. Tell them that the ghost in your apartment has become visible out of thin air", he said sliding his hands inside his pockets.

"G-Ghost?", I muttered.

"Yes", he said as if it's something very normal.

"What do you mean?", now I was confused.

"That I'm the spirit trapped in this apartment. I don't know how or why you can see me right now but it has never happened before", he stated, trying to figure it out as his eyes averted to floor.

"Relax, woman. You've been living with me for about a year and a half now. I'm not gonna eat you now, unless you want me to eat you out", he said with a little smirk.

I tried to chant any holy verse that I could remember but then the guy looked at me as if I was doing something utterly offensive.

"What do you mean we-we've been living together?", colours were about to drain away from my body and the horror was visible in my eyes. The guy seemed to find it amusing.

He took three tentative steps towards me and I felt my legs backing away on its own accord. "Like I said, I'm bound to this apartment and I can see everything that goes on in here. I've seen you change, though I've been late to most but I've seen you take showers", he took two more steps, "I've seen you touch yourself", two more steps and he was right in front of me while my back was pressed onto my closet, "and I've seen you faking your orgasm when you brought that one night stand of yours", he lowered his voice as he said the last part leaning a bit near my ear.

All the fears that I had, flew away just like that.

"You perverted asshole", I gasped.

"Oh as if you wouldn't have watched me if the roles were reversed. I literally live here 24/7, what else do you expect me to do?"

"I don't know, maybe go to another room when I was clearly having some private moments?", I crossed my arms.

"Well, you always ended up in the places I was already in"

"I didn't know about your existence until now so how was I supposed to know that you were there? You should've moved away", I huffed, ".......What else have you seen?".

He made an expression of thinking before he spoke, "I've seen you taking a call in the middle of your little fingering session and then lying through your teeth".

"So basically all my intimate moments, you sexually starved perverted man", I said hitting him with the vase that I was still holding and he groaned.

He grabbed the vase from my hand and caged me against the closet with his hands on either side of me.

Y/N : "What are you doing?"

Author's Pov :

"I don't know how long you will be able to see me or how long I'll be able to hold you but if I don't do this now, I might regret this for eternity"

"Hm?", she forced it out of her throat and it came out more like a whisper.

"Let me feel you once, please", his face inched closer.

She was taken aback.

"Consider it just one of your one night stands if that makes it easier", his nose touched hers.

His right hand held the side of her neck as he pressed his lips on Y/N's and when he didn't find her pushing him away, he kissed her like he meant it. As she pulled away to breath, a small laugh escaped through her lips.

Something about him made her feel intoxicated, as if she was under some spell. Rationality didn't seem to matter at that moment and she couldn't help but ask herself 'Will it be too bad to give in?'. Like on autopilot, she raised her head up and her lips brushed his.

"What is it?", he asked.

Y/N : "You don't smell"

He : "Ouch, just because I'm dead, doesn't mean I smell"

Y/N : "You look cute when you whine, you know that?"

"Do I?", he said as he picked her up by the back of her thighs and took her to the bed.

"Umhm", she nodded.

"You're beautiful"

He put her on the mattress gently and brushed a stray strand of hair off her face.

"Is it your way of getting inside my pants?"

"You're gonna let me do that anyway"

"Aren't you a bit too confident?"

"Maybe", he kissed her jaw and trailed it to her collarbones. She felt his teeth graze her skin but she could care less about the marks right now. His hands caressed her body and her clothes were piled up on the floor soon after.

He took one of her nipples in his mouth and bit on it lightly as his hand moulded the other all the while keeping his eyes on her face.

He kissed down to her belly to her inner thigh and before she could assess the hot electricity coursing through her body, his wet muscle licked her bundle of nerves. As he delved his tongue in her core, her back arched off the mattress and her fingers interlaced with his beautiful hair.

"Oh...god", she couldn't help but moan at his ministrations. He held her by the hips to keep her in place as his tongue did its magic. Her orgasm was on the verge of snapping when he thought it was the right time to be a jerk and pulled away. She tried to push his head back where she needed it but he had the audacity to laugh at that moment.

"Has no one been stretching this tight little cunt properly?"

"Trust the process", he said before kissing her lips.

While their mouths melded together, she felt his hand near her womanhood before one of his fingers rubbed her slit. Once his digit was coated in her slick, he pushed it into her hole. After depriving her of her release, the intrusion felt delicious. Pumping it a few times, he added another one.

As he pushed a third into her, she held onto his shoulders with a gasp. He pressed his forehead on hers, "Let it go for me", he curled his fingers, "Cum, angel".

As if on cue, the knot in her core untied and her vision almost went white by its intensity.

"This can't be faked, can it?", he showed his hand glistening in her arousal with a proud grin.

She sat up and he got on his knees.

"Your turn", she said as she held the end of his shirt to take it off.

He got off the bed and unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants leaving him in his boxers. She wanted to take a moment to appreciate how divine he looked and then her eyes drifted to the bulge in his underwear, "See something you like?", he quirked an eye brow.

"That needs to go", she pointed at his boxers and he just chuckled before taking it off too, releasing his dick out of its confines.

He's hard and the tip's swollen and red with beads of precum on it. She neared the edge of the bed and reached for his member. It felt heavy in her hand and she lowered her head to give it a lick. As she took the head in her warm cavern and began to suck on it, his hand went to her hair and grabbed a fistful of it. When she tried to fit in as much of him as she could until her gag reflex kicked in and tears accumulated in her eyes, his grip tightened around her hair as he groaned.

He let her set the pace and when she looked up at him, his head was thrown back, bottom lip caught between his teeth and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

The view made her want to suck him dry but her plans were sabotaged when he pulled her away and sprawled her back on the bed and hovered her.

"I wasn't done with you"

Y/N's Pov :

"I'm not done with you either", he said entwining my right hand with his and pressing it against the mattress.

His other hand guided his tip along my folds, covering it with my wetness before prodding the head in my core.

I looked down to where he was in me but he raised my chin up with his hand.

"Eyes here", he said and thrusted in when our gaze met.

He kissed me to ease the sting as he pushed it all the way in.

He pulled out a bit and pushed back in, my hand slid up from his chest to the back of his head and soon he picked up his pace.

His thrusts were deep, sweeping against my walls and kissing my cervix delectably that made my toes curl.

"Fuck, fuck, ah"

The lascivious moans and the lewd sounds that our bodies made, reverberated through the room.

The little coil at the pit of my belly was about to go delirious and my walls constricted around his length.

He : "Keep doing that and this will end a lot sooner"

I did it again intentionally and a smirk made its way to my lips when he groaned.

"Brat", he pulled his dick out making me whimper at the loss.

He turned me on my stomach and pulled my ass up before giving it a smack.

"Ah"

He plummeted in and out of my heat, the bed followed the rhythm and made creaking noises.

"Had fun teasing me?"

He did it again and the burn shot up through my body as he pushed his member back into me.

"Oh shit..... don't stop, I'm.....gonna cum", my impending orgasm was just a step away.

He pressed my face into the pillows while his other hand guided my hip.

He helped me ride out my orgasm and pulled out before turning me on my back again.

The second one hit harder than the first and I felt light headed in my rapture as I held onto the bedsheets to try to stabilise myself.

He pushed into me once more but this time a little hiss left my parted lips.

"Hold on for me, angel", he said as he began to impel me on his dick, my body moving up and down due to the force of his thrusts.

His hand squeezed my breast before making its way to my throat. The pressure wasn't painful but just enough to leave an effect. But as he neared his release, the grip tightened to the point of asphyxiating me.

I held onto his back and my nails dug onto his skin involuntarily.

The twitch of his length and the sinfully libidinous noises that he made, pushed me to my third orgasm that I didn't even know I had in me. He followed right after, spilling his load inside of me.

His grip around my neck loosened and he stilled after a few more thrusts.

His face nestled in the crook of my neck and he balanced some of his weight on his arms to not put it entirely on me. We remained like that for a bit, him resting on top of me as we caught our breaths.

"And?"

He placed a kiss there before pushing himself off and out of me. As he helped me get up and get to the bathroom, a realisation hit me too late, "We did not use a condom-".

"And you did not pull out"

"And?"

"What 'and'? I haven't been on any contraceptives lately"

"Relax, I can't get you pregnant. What are you gonna give birth to? Ghosts?", he asked sarcastically with a boyish grin and I hit him on the chest.

He : "Are you hungry?"

I stepped out of the bathroom when he walked into the room with a glass of water for me.

Y/N : "No, are you? I can make some pasta for you"

"I wish I could eat that", he laughed and my mouth formed an 'O' as I processed his words.

"But I can cook for you, I make really good stews", he added.

I lied on the bed and tapped on the spot beside me for him to join me.

As he did, I moved closer to him and he wrapped me in his arms.

"You'll not become invisible again, will you?", I asked.

"I don't know.......but even if I do, I'll still have to be here. You're stuck with me as long as you're in this apartment"

I nestled more into him.

".......Those weren't the only times I've watched you, Y/N", he spoke after a while, as if he was having some thoughts.

"I watched you cry alone because you were missing your dad (he's no more), I watched you lie to your mom about being okay when you had a fever, I watched you doubting yourself.......I watched the tears roll down your cheeks when you saw a video online of an old man talking about how he has no one and I watched you work hard late into the night", I kept staring at his face as he continued looking elsewhere.

"You must be wondering why I'm saying all these out of nowhere but I need you to know it and I have to say it now. You're a strong woman, Y/N. You're beautiful, kind and an amazing person. Please, never doubt yourself. I know my existence might not have any significance in your life but know that I'll always be here if you ever need someone to talk. I know I won't be able to tell you anything but I'll listen", I pressed my lips to his, kissing him as my tears threatened to cascade down my cheeks.

He wasn't around.

The night went by with me in his arms and I had the kind of sleep that I needed but haven't had in years.

As the sunlight seeped in through the curtains of my window, I stirred in my slumber. But the absence of his embrace made me open my eyes.

I got up and checked the entire apartment before realising that he was gone.

He wasn't my hallucination, that much I'm affirmative about.

I can still feel his touch, I can still feel him.

I stood in front of the mirror and the marks on my skin are still fresh and the sensation between my legs is perceptible enough for it to be just in my head.

I remember everything that he said and I'm sure he's somewhere around here, watching me.

I sat back on my bed and looked around.

"I know you're here.......thank you for everything you did and said last night. I wish I had talked more and asked more about you. I don't know who you are but you'll always be a part of my life now. You made me feel more like home than I've ever felt before. You made me happy, acknowledged...wanted...and I feel like as if I've known you forever. And you even gave me the best orgasms of my life-.......why do I feel like you're smiling like a cocky bastard right now?"

"Because I am", he said.

Author's Pov :

"I don't know what happened to you or why you're stuck in here and I know I'm being selfish but please, be here and never leave me", she said and he could see her eyes glistening. He wanted to reach out to her but he knows he can't.

He's here and he has been here this whole time. When she woke up, he was right there beside her but then he realised that she couldn't see or hear him anymore, he couldn't touch her anymore; everything was back to how it has been before.

"I'll always be here"

"Watch me shower, eat, cry or touch myself but just be here. And please...be visible again", the warm tears rolled down her cheeks.

"I didn't even know you existed 12 hours ago but now I feel so attached to you. What kind of sorcery have you done on me?"

"Oh my god", she gasped suddenly and he looked at her with concern, "I don't even know your name", and more tears rolled down.

He couldn't help but smile at that.

"It's Jeonghan", he said.

"Next time, we're gonna talk more, you're gonna make me stews, we can even watch movies and then we can have sex", she said the last part almost inaudibly but Jeonghan heard.

Jeonghan : "If there is a next time, we will"

"I'm gonna go get freshened up now and you better stay here", she said with narrowed eyes making him chuckle.

"Yes, princess", Jeonghan bowed her way.

She stopped in front of the bathroom door and turned around.

"Within the span of a few hours, you made me feel the warmth that I've been searching for so long", she said with a smile before heading in.

"And you made me wish I could live again"

Author : It's something I thought of posting before the month ends. Let me know your thoughts on it.

[spicycinnabun]

part 4 of yogi verse ❀ rated: t for buck's thirsty thoughts ❀ pair: buck/tommy ❀ tags: au, yoga!instructor tommy

Buck was distracted. 

Not so distracted that he couldn’t focus on his job, but between calls, he was enough of a space case that Eddie had to snap his fingers in front of Buck’s face when he zoned out for the fifth time during dinner, missing a question Hen had asked him.

And the source of that distraction?

Yoga class.

Buck could say it was because of his newfound passion for health and wellness, but that wouldn’t be the whole truth. 

It had been a few days, and his leg was back to its usual eighty-five percent functionality. He was still embarrassed by his behavior. His attention-seeking problem was once again so bad that he’d made a complete ass of himself. Tommy had been way too kind to him, among other confusing things, and…

Well, Buck couldn’t stop thinking about that, either. Couldn’t stop thinking about him.

Naturally, he did some investigating to alleviate his curiosity—some light digging, not a deep dive. He wasn’t going to be a creep and look up Tommy’s socials, but the yoga studio had an Instagram. There were pictures, instructional reels, advertisements and coupon codes. 

Buck consumed them all like a man possessed. He only stopped when he accidentally liked one of the reels of Tommy demonstrating an advanced routine with another instructor. They were doing something called Acro Yoga.

Buck watched it too many times because it was just so damn impressive, especially for a guy Tommy’s size to be able to contort his body like that. Also, the strength it must have taken to be able to hold his partner up in that position and flip her around so effortlessly. Holy shit. Buck was almost as big as Tommy. It wasn’t realistic or probably possible, but Buck’s stomach was jumping, swooping as he pictured himself in her place, Tommy holding him up and—

Yeah! Okay. 

He sort of wanted to die of mortification because would Tommy know he had liked that post? Did Tommy have access to the studio’s account? 

God, he probably did. He most definitely did.

Buck considered frantically deleting his Insta, but not only would that look suspicious as hell to everyone in his life, he didn’t want to lose all his content. He quickly liked a bunch of the posts that didn’t have Tommy in them to try and cover his tracks before he swiped out of the app and went to a safer place: the studio’s website. 

He combed through that, too. Read the small blurbs about all the instructors. The blurbs themselves were disappointingly generic, offering nothing more than canned inspirational quotes and the amount of experience they had in their field. Still, they did have two random facts and a picture. 

Tommy liked romantic comedies (ha, cute) and was also a licensed massage therapist. He had several different classes on different days of the week. He taught hot yoga. 

Buck’s eyes glazed over slightly as he thought about a very sweaty, muscular body (shirtless? with those clingy, almost see-through yoga pants?), twisting and flexing and stretching—

“Oookay,” Buck said. He shook his head to snap himself out of it.

He needed to get laid. It had been a long time. Super long. He was having a bit of a dry spell. 

But the thing that really snagged his interest… 

Buck gulped as he stopped scrolling. Private lessons. One-on-one. Nobody in the room but him and the instructor. There were even options to do the classes at home or over Zoom.

Buck’s heart pounded as his thoughts spiraled. With a deep, shaky inhale, he impulsively tapped Book now! 

The next five minutes he spent making his selections.

The implications of what he’d done started to sink in as soon as he put his phone down. A second later, it pinged with a confirmation email.

He was literally paying for more attention. He’d asked Tommy not to make any special exceptions for him, and now he was ordering them. Downright demanding them.

Why did he feel so giddy? 

༻❁༺

When Buck woke up sweaty and hard with the memories of an explicit dream featuring none other than instructor Kinard, he had an inkling of an answer to that question. 

But… 

It wasn't the first time Buck had dreamt about a man before. Dreams were weird that way. Unpredictable. Sometimes meaningless. Random. 

Buck got up and brewed a hot coffee, cooked up some breakfast sausages that he ate a little too aggressively, had a (cool) shower, and by the time he got in his Jeep, Tommy wasn't even on his mind anymore.

…Yeah, right.

[hinge]

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[this-is-exorsexism]

some time ago i was in a group of trans people who were going to create a trans activism project. we were going to make educational comics.

the other group members were friends and i was a kinda newcomer. there were several transmasc people (their own words, see later) and one transfem person. some of them were nonbinary.

and during the discussion one of them said that we need more transfem people in the team for balance because "everyone except [transfem person] are transmascs." and i felt kinda uncomfortable because of it.

i can assume they knew one another so they could know that everyone else in their friend group were transmascs. but i wasn't their friend or close acquaintance. we shared another space, but i don't recall mentioning that i'm something besides nonbinary there (i could forget, and if i did, i apologize for bashing on them here). but it's unlikely because 1) i usually don't disclose such stuff in semi-public places; 2) me & being transmasc is a complicated topic. i refuse the label and take it back, refuse and take, and it cycles. more leaning to refuse, and my reaction then shows; 3) i hate even possible guessing about my agab so i keep potentially guess-producing stuff in private.

so, i'm almost sure i've never *claimed* to be transmasc around them. i'm almost sure they've just *guessed*. trans people. trans rights activists. some of whom are nonbinary themselves. just fucking *guessed* my gender related label based on my pronouns. in my native language, i use analogues of he/it/they (i use it/its in english) because it's a heavily gendered language in a heavily transmisic country, and i'm a thing with language-affecting disabilities. so i think the group that considered themselves well-versed in trans & nonbinary stuff, well-nuanced, well-educated, well-everything, assumed my gender label because of 1 of 3 possible pronouns in my set that i, by the way, avoided to use in friendly spaces! delicious. /sarcasm

i felt bad and wanted to correct them, but i was afraid of confronting them and tired of drama (there was a lot of drama in my life and activism spaces, i didn't want to add another case). so i felt bad and moved on.

i'm just sad that people are happy to shove nonbinary people in one of the binary options when they face the slightest hint of possible potential "gendering." even "well-nuanced" and "educated" ones.

this is exorsexism.