#try physically wiggling your fingers or toes

[rthwrms]

How do you create so much beauty with so much confidence? My anxiety always makes me freeze up even if I have a great idea.

here's the secret: it's not confidence at all. in fact i'm extremely anxious myself, and i have very low self esteem. this place of "confidence" doesn't exist. confidence is a feeling that comes and goes. but you can choose to be brave in any situation. and courage comes from taking action, not before.

and the point imo is to choose to love the idea more than you feel anxious about it. and you have to do it on purpose, you have to love it on purpose, over and over again, despite all the bad feelings, despite all the voices telling you to stop. you have to choose to love your idea MORE than you're afraid of it.

this comes through being open and flexible with your expectations btw. you have to open your arms to the idea. you have to embrace it like you really mean it.

the "solution" to anxiety is love. love your idea. trust that the process of making it, even if it doesn't turn out how you expected, will take you somewhere beautiful still. it's worth it.

everything. every so-called failed project. every idea never acted upon. everything. all of it. it's all worth it, i promise.

[neeeooon]

So Chigiri, Barou, Sae, Rin, Aryu and Isagi sitting at home, when they hear the door, they realized it's their small child who just came back from playing football, when they open the door they see... That their child was completely covered in dirt from head to toes, turns out when their child was trying to catch rolling ball they tripped and fell into pit of dirt. How would they react?

Kinda like this: https://ifunny.co/picture/4AtEcLBDC?s=cl

CRYING I LOVE THIS ty for the request!!

when your child is covered in mud ;

husband/dad bllk x gn!reader. reader is referred to as “mom” in chigiri’s

chigiri hyoma

-> looks at your child, sighs, and nods solemnly. “this looks like a problem for mom.” “?!”

-> chigiri gets one look from you and his back straightens. “never mind! come on, kiddo, it’s bath time!”

-> your messy daughter wiggles in his arms, covering his shirt with mud. “can i take the soccer ball with me? it needs a bath too!” “…”

barou shouei

-> barou is in distress

-> “WH. WHO. HOW. WHERE.. let’s get you cleaned up.”

-> doesn’t want your kid tracking mud and grass throughout the house, so barou picks him up with one arm and carries him into the tub, making sure to grab his little hands when he tries to touch your clean walls and door handles

itoshi sae

-> you had a little goal set up outside for your kid to play, and you didn’t realize the sprinklers had gone off the night before

-> “y/n.” “hm?” “… the door.” you turn toward the sliding glass door and gasp when you see your daughter, covered in mud, painting smiley faces on the glass with her dirty fingers. she waves when she sees you looking, and you dutifully wave back with a tense smile

-> “it would be wrong to leave her out there, right?” sae jokes. at least you think he’s joking. “right. definitely wrong… it would be even worse to hose her down out there, huh?” “right.”

-> you hose her down together. she has a great time jumping in and out of the way of the water

itoshi rin

-> you son takes after his dad, and not just when it comes to loving soccer

-> no, your boy has to physically throw himself into every shot and pass he makes. and since it was raining all the day before…

-> your son doesn’t seem to understand how dirty and muddy he is as he runs directly to his dad, jumping onto his legs and hugging his shins tight. “daddy, i made four goals!”

-> rin doesn’t seem to mind the mud and ruffles his son’s messy hair. “i saw, buddy. you were great out there.” beaming, your son takes rin’s outstretched hand and follows him to the car to get cleaned at home

aryu jyubei

-> “oh, this is SO not glam of you, little one.”

-> not happy at all, but you’re at work, so he’s going to clean the kid and the house before you get home so you don’t stress out

-> styles your daughter’s hair in all sorts of strange shapes as he washes it, much to both of their amusement. you’re greeted by the sound of giggling when you arrive home, joining in when you find your daughter with her hair spiked up in all directions

isagi yoichi

-> oh isagi was SO happy when your child asked to join the soccer team for kids aged 4-6

-> when you sent him a text that you were on your way home, he opens the door, ecstatic to ask his little son about practice, when his smile freezes on his face

-> “oh! son! you’re..! what happened?”

-> you give your husband a sweet smile and say, “you’re on clean up duty, that’s what happened.”

[astra-ravana]

On Astral Travel

Astral projection is a practice associated with the idea of an out-of-body experience, where one's consciousness is said to travel outside the physical body to explore the physical or astral plane. Similar to lucid dreaming, astral projection is reflexatory. The more often it is carried out the easier the process becomes. Here is a general guide to astral projection.

Preparation

Find a quiet, comfortable space where you won’t be disturbed. Dim the lights, turn off electronic devices, and ensure a comfortable temperature.

Practice deep breathing exercises to calm your mind and body. Progressive muscle relaxation can help you ease tension from head to toe. Consider meditating to achieve a focused and peaceful mind state. Some even use a sleep state to enter the astral.

Techniques for Astral Projection

• The Rope Technique: Imagine a rope hanging above you. Visualize reaching out and mentally climb it, feeling the movement without physical effort.

• The Monroe Technique: Lie down and achieve a state of complete relaxation. Focus on the sensation of vibrations throughout your body as you enter the hypnagogic state. Try to "roll out" of your body with your non-physical form.

• The Wake-Back-to-Bed (WBTB) Method: Set an alarm to wake up after 4-6 hours of sleep. Stay awake for a short period and then return to sleep with the intention of astral projecting.

• The Visualization Technique: Visualize yourself floating away from your physical body or moving through a tunnel or pathway to another realm.

During the Experience

1. Stay Calm: Feelings of vibrations, floating, or other sensations are common and should be accepted without fear. Remain calm and open-minded to the experience.

2. Exploration: Once you feel separated from your physical body, explore your surroundings. Engage with your environment, but avoid getting too excited, as emotions can quickly end the experience. From this simple starting point come infinite possibilities. You can explore the physical world with your astral body, you can also gain entry to different areas of the astral plane through various gates and portals.

3. Home Base: You can usually establish a sort of pocket for yourself in the astral, with relative ease. Just tear open reality and enter the rift, with the intent of going home. Usually this area will start off as something familiar and comfortable like your childhood home or school, but similar to a dreamscape. You can alter and change this area as you see fit.

4. Creation: In the astral, especially within areas you control, you are capable of vast creation. You can build a magick library, a room full of toys, an enchanted mansion. You are limited only by your imagination.

5. Astral Body: Your astral body also has a default form. This is sometimes similar to your physical body, sometimes not, instead resonating with your soul instead. This body can be altered and shifted to different forms with practice.

6. Return to Body: Focus your intention on returning to your physical body. Gradually deepen your breaths and wiggle your fingers and toes to ground yourself. You may use thread or a cord to guide you back to your physical body.

After the Experience

After returning, take time to reflect and write down the details of your experience. Pay attention to any emotions, visuals, or insights gained. Like any skill, astral projection can improve with regular practice and patience. This is a rich and complex practice with many different approaches and belief systems. Experiment with different methods until you find a process that works for you.

Safety and Considerations

Approach astral projection with a positive and inquisitive mindset. Accept that not everyone will have the same experiences, and managing expectations is essential. Astral projection can also facilitate access to different realms, including the spirit world or Otherworld. These types of journeys can be dangerous. In some cases injuries to the astral body can extend to the physical body. Use caution and common sense when exploring.

Astral projection is a highly subjective experience, and the practice and outcomes can vary greatly from person to person. It is important to approach it with an open mind and proper knowledge. That being said, astral projection is like a reflex or a muscle of the mind. The more it is exercised the more natural the practice becomes. Practice and persistence are key. Once mastered, the possibilities are limitless.

[ronearoundblindly]

Forgot to add In our modern days please

So we've got: ☑️ relaxing ☑️ domestic ☑️ established relationship ☑️ with Steve

Since it's *me,* there's some deep feels in there... plus hearty laughs.

No warnings. It's just headcanon-style fluff!

He likes the warmth of the clothes right out of the dryer, so Steve always thunders over to the laundry room the instant the machine stops. There could be a no-holds-barred action sequence blaring from the TV. There could be real gunshots outside. Doesn't matter. He heard it. As long as you're not in immediate danger, he's going to run and plunge himself shoulder-deep into toasty fabric.

That wasn't a thing when he was a kid. Now, Steve would rather wear out sheets faster than dry them on low heat. He will pay the money. It's worth it.

For the holidays last year, you bought him a huge, fluffy, heated blanket, and he absolutely uses it--keeps himself tucked in until sweating then kicks it off in frustration--but the laundry addiction never stops.

Every time he showers with you at home, you warm his towel in the dryer for a few minutes.

There is nothing, nothing, quite as cute as Steve Rogers burying his face in a fresh towel and hugging it to leech out each extra degree Fahrenheit...or Celsius. He's not picky.

When it's a load of mixed clothing, he scoops it all up and carries it like a boulder over to the bed, bending at his Disney princess waist to press himself in.

Just a minute. Just give him a few deep breaths and a minute.

He likes to fold sheets with you taking one end and him taking the other, coming together in the middle, because no matter how long you two have been a couple, Steve still gets a thrill at his fingers grazing across yours as he takes a corner, as he hands you another. He's a simple man with simple pleasures.

Now, sweaters are a different story.

Steve will wash and dry those however keeps them softest for longest, even if it means putting them on that rack he constantly stubs his toe on. Worth it. Sure. Can we just always put that stupid thing away quickly? He's going to keel over one night trying to get to the bathroom in the dark. Seriously, it's a hazard!

Steve won't wear shoes in the house, which might seem obvious to a lot of people--he's a pretty clean and considerate man, of course he'd want to not bring crap inside, both physically and mentally--but Steve also likes to be barefoot in his home. He doesn't have slippers, but he insists on the floors being pristine.

He vacuums the rugs and carpet constantly because it feels best on his feet that way. Wiggling his toes is part of a grounding ritual he does once home.

Sometimes it's as simple as holding you for a while, savoring a long hug, methodically rubbing your back, and letting you lightly scratch at his.

He prays, in his own way, at that time. What he's grateful for. What he's hopeful for. Thanking whoever or whatever is out there for you.

He's a research fiend. As good as he is about keeping the floors clean, Steve will litter every other surface with books, newspapers, files, magazines, printed articles, and anything else necessary to get the answers he's looking for. He does not like to just search online. He's the weirdo who makes note of the citation online and finds that source at the library.

At some point, you have to put a moratorium on bringing books home when he's deep in that research phase. He's a fast reader; he can scan some there. Steve may be able to check out unlimited volumes, but your home has a finite volume.

You're not discouraging learning, though, just trying to keep it reasonable. No need for him to be possessed by the Ghost of Knowledge Past...

You can tell he's good and properly lost in an art project when supplies are everywhere. Unless it's going to stain/damage something, Steve does not clean-as-he-draws. The colors are out and they are accessible.

You love this; he's happy like this. You let him do it.

Steve gets really, really picky about what art hangs where in your home. He's knows you like his art, but it's nothing compared to the printed and canvased work of the masters. He pitches a fit if you try to display his as predominantly, but you refuse to stick them on the fridge like he's a child.

It's his hobby, he loves it, and he improves in different ways every time he picks up a pencil (or pen). He often has the most casual and fun conversations when he's splitting his brainpower. Steve doesn't particularly know he's doing it (how could he? he'd stop and overthink it if he did), but you can see the stress-thickened aura on him melt away if he's distracted for long enough.

Focusing on cooking with you has the same effect. These activities have become therapy for him--and you--and act as multitasking which is wonderful in the sometimes limited spans he gets to stay at home.

Once almost everything inside your home is setup nicely--there's always room for improvement or redecorating 🤗--Steve makes you two a nook outside to stargaze. He loves to stare and let his mind wander, but he especially loves to have you there in his arms. It's not limited to nighttime either. He's equally thrilled with watching clouds or, if you're under cover, watching storms roll in.

He likes to have you sit between his legs and lean against him. The pressure on his chest is soothing, but he can rest his cheek to yours. Steve gets to use a soft voice then, not his usual, commanding one. With you so close, he can whisper. It's just you two in the whole wide world.

Steve may not be much of a singer, but he uses that same, sweet whisper to share lullabies from his Ma as you fall asleep at night. Not every night, but still. It's magical.

He insists on trying something new every single time he goes to the grocery store. Doesn't matter if it's a condiment or a side dish or a little treat, a new cut of meat or fancy nut milk, Steve has to explore (safely).

He is, of course, still appalled at the price tags, but he also can't judge when something is too expensive since it all is to him. This is how he ended up with a single, $12 dipped pretzel, and you nearly fainted.

It was quite delicious, but never again!

There's a code, a safeword of sorts, for really bad days. Doesn't matter the reason, could be as simple as your brain just can't brain, but it means the user (you or Steve) get to call the shots. You might want to be alone, you might want him to hold you until the sun rises, you might want to watch the cringiest romcoms or ugly cry reading your 'stories.' No questions.

Shawarma.

It came from an early moment once Steve was out of the ice. The whole battle was a disaster from start to finish. He was so overwhelmed, but so was the makeshift team. They all sat in silence. Ate. Didn't eat. Fell asleep sitting up. Fell asleep in their food. No one cared. That's the idea. He needs that sometimes, as he figures everyone does.

Whatever the other wants.

Unsurprisingly, this often winds up mutually beneficial. Sometimes being quiet for the other's sake lets both just breathe. He looks at you and can see your pain, your strain, your fatigue. Steve always ends up smiling, though, because he loves you. There's a type of beauty in your sadness--this gravitational pull to bring him closer, to let him in, to let him lift you back up--that makes him feel needed. This home is where he shields you from the world. On his worst days, he still gets to protect you, to do good, and to make you happy. That is all he's ever wanted in his whole life

Also sometimes shawarma sounds good for dinner, but if that's the case, it's specified. No one is surprised when the whole night is spent just caring for each other. The 'code' means you're starting at an ultra-low place that day or night, but with understanding and respect, you always balance back out.

And finally, a freebie for shiggles: Steve finds flatulence hysterical. Not all potty humor, not jokes in bad taste, but he just cannot keep it together if he or someone else farts. I'm sorry, he can't. It's too funny. The noises???? He's dying laughing.

The team at some point figures this out, and at a dinner at your home--a perfectly reputable affair with proper china and all--the group proceeded to fake (or not fake) fart noises. Steve almost peed himself. Tears of joy were streaming down his face. It was adorable.

See, he doesn't care that it happens; the human body is the human body is the human body. Obviously, he can be concerned if there's like a medical issue, and he's allowed to poke a little fun if your toots (or his) smell, but mostly...he just finds them hilarious.

That is the most childish thing about Steve Rogers, a holdover from a bygone era, and that's kinda the best part. After all he's been through, Steve has an inner child. He just needs to let it rip! 🤭😂

Thank you for asking!

[Main Masterlist; Light Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Of All The Places to Meet

Summary: When the reader gets into a bad accident, she doesn’t expect to meet her true mate at the same time...

Pairing: Alpha/Firefighter!Dean x Omega!reader

Word Count: 2,500ish

Warnings: language, car accident, major injury

A/N: Enjoy!

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“She’s fucking jammed in there good. We need to cut her out.” You blinked open your eyes slowly, very aware of how…off the world seemed. Your head was killing you, that was for sure. Something about the fact you were upside down in your car told you that had something to do with it.

Lazily you turned your head at the scent of vanilla and tobacco, humming at the pleasant smell in the otherwise metallic and burnt rubber scented air. Beside you, crawled in your passenger window on his back, laying on top of your roof was a pair of gorgeous green eyes staring back.

“She’s awake!” called the man, his attention on you the whole time. “Hey, sweetheart. You were in an accident. I’m gonna get you out of here.”

“Smell pretty,” you murmured, fighting off the urge to pass out again. “I’m gonna…”

“Miss. Miss, try to-”

Dean’s POV

“Fuck, she’s out cold again,” I said. I could see where her door was pinned against her left side. It’d be a miracle if she hadn’t shattered her hip or femur. My stomach churned once more, hands gripping the center console that was partially cracked and pushed forward. 

This was not how this was supposed to happen. You don’t meet your true mate in a goddamn car wreck when she’s critically injured. You just don’t.

And now there was another problem.

Alpha’s were notoriously protective of their mates, especially true mates. That instinct skyrocketed when they were injured, even something as small as a cut thumb.

Seeing, smelling, my true mate when she was broken and battered and hurt out of her mind?

Yeah, there was no way I was going to be able to physically get away from this little omega.

“Winchester! Let the medic get in there and we’ll work on getting the driver's door off,” called Benny. My gut said to stay but I also knew she needed someone more qualified than me to attend to her at this moment. Reluctantly, I climbed out and ran around to the outside of the car, a few guys already working on ripping the metal apart.

“She’s got the neck brace on!” called the EMT. “We’re ready for whenever she’s loose.”

Twenty minutes later we finally had the door off, a backboard slipped underneath her and she was being pulled out of the vehicle.

The EMT’s packed her up and somehow she wasn’t bleeding out. There was always the chance for internal injuries though. I wandered over to the back of the ambulance, climbing into the back much to the displeasure of the two EMT’s.

“What the hell are you doing Dean?” said Benny. I chucked my helmet at him, Benny barely catching it. “De-“

“She’s my true mate. I can’t…I need to go.” He sighed but nodded. 

“Let him ride with you. I’ll pick him up at county later. Dean?” I nodded as they started to close the doors. “Listen to the doctors and stay out of their way. That’s how you can keep her safe.”

I nodded as they shut the doors, my focus going to the woman strapped to the stretcher. She looked so broken, covered in blood and scrapes.

I squeezed her hand, a gentle twitch of her finger in my palm. 

“You’ll be okay, Omega. I promise.”

Reader’s POV

You blinked open your eyes slowly, grateful this time you were right side up. The bed was soft and warm even if your body felt achy. A buzz was thrumming through your veins as you looked down, the drugs in your system keeping you calm as you took in the sight. 

Your entire left leg was bruised. Literally every spec of skin was bruised. 

And then you saw the monstrous contraption encasing it, pins holding your thigh in place. Beeping rang through the room as your heart rate shot up, eyes fixated on your wiggling toes.

“Okay. Okay, I can still walk,” you breathed out, inhaling deeply. “Hopefully.”

A wave of exhaustion hit as the door opened, an Alpha!nurse walking inside. “Well good evening Y/N! How are we feeling?”

“Shitty.” You frowned and closed your eyes again.

“Do you remember what happened?” he asked, checking the monitors and then bending your arms. 

“Uh. I was driving on the highway and then I woke up here,” you said, nose twitching. “Something smelled pretty.”

He just hummed and checked your leg that wasn’t secure, offering you a smile. “I’m going to check a few things and then I’ll bring the doctor in.”

An hour later you were laying back in bed, staring at the ceiling and trying to wrap your head around everything the doctor had said. Intensive physical therapy would be needed for months and even then your leg may never be a hundred percent again. You had a concussion and wouldn’t be able to drive a car for six months most likely. You’d need to take a leave of absence from work. Although that one might not be that bad actually considering how stressful it’d been lately.

On top of all that, apparently there was some creeper Alpha firefighter hanging out in the waiting area. 

Waiting for you.

Because your day hadn’t been unsettling enough as it was.

Before long you were fast asleep, hoping that tomorrow you’d wake up and find out this was just a nightmare.

“Good morning Y/N!” said your nurse, Alfie. You twitched your eye, not deterring his chipper mood one bit. “Feeling any better today?”

“We’re going to have problems if you’re always this bubbly when I wake up, Alfie,” you grumbled, sighing as pain shot up your leg. “If you could just do me a favor and cut off my leg, that’d be appreciated.”

“Oh, don’t be drastic, Y/N. I know the doctor wants to wean you off the pain medicine as soon as possible but it shouldn’t be that bad.”

“Did he shatter his femur yesterday? No? When he does he can talk to me about taking away my pain meds,” you said, hitting the button for morphine but nothing coming out. “Alfie. I need something.”

“The doctor gave strict orders to have you on only over the counter-”

“It fucking hurts!” you shouted, surprised at how agitated you were. Normally you were always kind and polite to strangers. But this? You were in pain and you didn’t have the patience to be a socially acceptable human being today.

Alfie looked sympathetic but his reply was cut off when a man with disheveled hair and dirty clothes came barging in the room. Strike that. The creeper Alpha firefighter that was stalking you outside was suddenly barging in the room.

“What are you doing to her?” he spat out, venom in every word. You could hear him audibly growl as he stalked over to Alfie, the poor Alpha shrinking back like he was an Omega cornered in a dark alley.

“Hey! Get out of…” you paused when you caught his scent. The heart rate monitor beeped dangerously fast, both of them turning to you. The scary Alpha firefighter suddenly made you calm, his scent giving off clear signals.

Relax Omega. You’re safe and protected.

“You can’t be in here,” said Alfie as he got his wits back. He grabbed the firefighter, shrieking when the man growled so loud it sounded like he’d gone feral. 

“Alfie’s right,” you said, pain filling your heart as you breathed deeply. You had no idea who this Alpha was but you knew his instincts were in overdrive. “You’re filthy and this is an ICU. Go home and clean yourself up. Come back this afternoon and we’ll talk then. That’s an order, Alpha.”

“Yes, omega,” he said softly, nodding once. “Are you okay?”

“Later, Alpha.” He apologized briefly to Alfie before leaving, Alfie relaxing when his scent went with him. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I don’t know how you got him to believe you like that. He was this close to snapping.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s my true mate.” Alfie raised his eyebrow and cocked his head.

“We can do a blood test. And make him take one too before we let him back in. On second thought, that’s absolutely happening.”

You raised a hand, wincing as pain pulsated through your leg. “Tell him I asked him to please take the test so he doesn’t take it out on the staff. Please.”

“Will do.” He paused as he exited the room. “I’ll talk to the doctor about your pain meds, see if we can make the steps down not so drastic.”

“Thanks Alfie.”

You were tired when you woke up after lunch and physical therapy. So much so you could barely open your eyes. You wouldn’t think you could be all that physical with a damn broken femur but after they moved and worked you to the point of shouting, you’d changed your mind quickly.

A large, calloused hand stroked your cheek, wiping away a stray tear that fell. The air smelled sweet, like pine and vanilla. “Omega. How can I help the pain?”

“You being here helps,” you murmured, his long fingers brushing away more tears. You squeezed your eyes when pain ripped through you. “They say I don’t need the morphine but I only can sleep today when I’m exhausted from the pain. I don’t know how I’m supposed to get through this.”

“With me, Omega. I’ll talk to the doctors. You were injured only a day ago. They must  have missed something if it hurts so badly.” He bent down and kissed your temple, your eyes fluttering open. “Please don’t worry. I’ll be here for you every step of the way.”

You stared up into his green eyes, surprised to find him smiling at you. “Why are you so handsome?”

“Makes up for my lack of singing ability,” he chuckled. He brushed your hair behind your ear, his scent coming off in powerful waves to soothe you. “I’m sorry for scaring you earlier. I know you don’t quite know me but I was one of the responders to your accident and when I scented you…my instincts went a little crazy.”

“It’s alright,” you whispered, a flash of pain rising up again. “Can you find the doctor?”

“Yes Omega,” he murmured. “Try to rest.” He got up from the nearby seat and hummed. “I’m Dean.”

“Y/N,” you said, shutting your eyes once more.

“I’ll make it better Y/N. I promise.”

Two Weeks Later

“Hey,” said Dean when he entered your hospital room. “I heard you’re getting discharged today.”

You grumbled from bed, wearing one of his fire station hoodies. He pulled the curtains open, smiling wide as you tugged the hood up. 

“Aren’t you excited to be getting out of here?” He had a point. You were happy to be leaving, with some pain medication too. But your leg was still incredibly fucked and you couldn’t go back to your apartment. Not when it was on the third floor. Dean luckily lived in a ranch style but you hated imposing on him.

“I wish I didn’t have to move in with you.” His smile fell as you groaned. “I meant like this. Because I’m hurt and can’t be alone. I wish we could be like a normal pair of mates.”

“Hey,” he said. He sat on the edge of the bed by my good leg, lightly stroking over the bonding gland in my neck. “We are normal. We just need to practice a bit more patience than other true mates.”

“You mean how I can’t have sex for months until my leg is healed. It’s going to drive both of us crazy to wait.”

“We can bond, just without the knotting. We’re already scent bonded and as long as we don’t stay away from each other for too long-“

“You mean an hour tops? You’re stuck by my side for the next three months minimum. I might not walk correctly again. I might always-“

He put his hand over your mouth, annoyance rising in your veins. 

“I’m your Alpha, even if you don’t bear my mark yet. I never want to hear you say you think I’m stuck with you. Being with you is the only thing I could ever want. We will figure this out and I will not mate you until you are fully recovered. Am I clear, Omega?”

The use of your title from his lips sent fuzzy, calming feelings throughout your body, your head nodding without thinking. Large fingers gently stroked your cheek, a soft hum escaping him.

“Are you ready to go home with me?” 

“Okay, Alpha. You can take me home.”

“You all set?” asked Dean later that evening. You were in bed, leg propped up on some pillows. Dean had spent the day with you, helping you get discharged and set up his house so it was a bit more friendly for you to get around in. 

“As good as I can be,” you said, watching him disappear into the closet, returning in a fire station shirt and a pair of skinny black joggers. “You have work?”

He chuckled and shook his head. “No, no. Just getting comfy for the night. I can order us some food. I’m sure you’re starving.”

“A little,” you said, Dean sitting beside you, urging you to curl into his side. “Thank you for helping me that day. The accident.”

“It’s my job, sweetheart,” he said, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. “I’m just happy you’re still here. You got lucky.”

“Hell of a way to meet your mate.” He hummed, quietly stroking your bare arm with the tips of his fingers. “I’m really glad I’m not doing this on my own.”

“You’ll never be on your own ever again, Omega. I promise.”

“I know, Alpha. My leg might never heal the same way but at least I got one good thing out of this situation.” He smiled, brushing your hair behind your ear. “This comfy ass bed.”

He rolled his eyes with a smirk, kissing the top of your head before he got up. “Alright. With that, I’m off to go be your manly Alpha and hunt down some food for us.”

“You mean order takeout?” you teased. He tossed a pillow at you, laughing lightly.

“For that I’m ordering pineapple on the pizza.” You dropped your jaw, Dean laughing a bit harder, his scent the calmest you’d ever smelled it. “I’m kidding. I’m not deranged.”

“Good cause true mates or not, that is not happening,” you said. 

“Glad we can agree on it,” he said. “What about a supreme?”

“Now we’re talking,” you said. He left the room with a nod, returning a few minutes later with a soft smile. “What?”

“Nothing. Just really glad to finally have found you. It’s…easy with you.”

You knew what he meant, patting the spot next to you. He returned to your side with a smile, pulling you to rest against his chest. His scent filled the air, a relaxed cozy feeling settling in your bones.

“Yes, yes it is Alpha,” you said, taking a deep inhale, exhaling slowly. “It absolutely is.”

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[willowser]

bakugou makes me so insane like i think he's so choppy and awkward and weird about expressing his feelings for you and he is physically incapable of doing it straightforward—but he will offhandedly gruff out the most romantic things to you.

you're sitting on the kitchen counter as he's chopping veggies for dinner, and he'd brought home the awful news that sero and his long-time—long, long-time—girlfriend had just broken up, and you're like—

"man, that's so sad," frowning down at your feet as you kick them out, glancing over at how focused katsuki is on cutting equally sized potatoes. "can you imagine having to get out in the dating pool after so long? i wouldn't know where to start."

and he's in the zone, so you get a simple hum in response.

now, you don't mean it when you say it, at all, but to be a little shit you poke him lightly in the butt with your toe and wiggle your finger when he glances up at you, at the soggy band-aid wrapped around the tip. "maybe you need to get back out there," you tease, raising your eyebrows when he frowns. "maybe you'll find someone that doesnt nearly cut their finger off in the kitchen or someone that isn't such a crybaby."

it earns you an ugly look, talking like that, and he huffs out his annoyance before going back to the task at hand. "shut up, as if you weren't fuckin' made for me."

and he says it so—unbothered, doesn't even look back at you when your legs finally still and you're stuck just staring at him. because he's too worried about his stupid potatoes.

"what?" you ask, trying not to let your lower lip jut out because he'll hear the tears in your voice right away. "what do you mean?"

katsuki looks anyway, just glances, but at the sheen to your eyes and how big they've gotten, he straightens up immediately. he's alarmed, for a moment, but then it seems to settle what he's said out loud, and he hikes his shoulders up to his ears and pointedly looks away. "y'know what i mean."

and then he scowls and grits his teeth and his cheekies turn so red as you burst into tears.

[navybrat817]

Sunrises and Sunsets

Pairing: Ranch Hand!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky wants to watch a sunrise with you.

Word Count: Over 2k

Warnings: Fluff, reflecting, tooth rotting sweetness, a bit of sass, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: More Beach Fun Nonsense! Hope you lovelies enjoy. @bigtreefest requested for Ranch Hand!Bucky to either Go for a Swim (smut) or dig his Toes in the Sand (fluff - this won with my muse) with prompt #1 in bold. Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You woke up before the alarm went off thanks to Bucky. He normally did his best not to disturb your slumber if you didn't have to get up right away, unless he wanted you and you would gladly forgo sleep for that. But the soft kisses he placed along your shoulder and neck weren't rushed or needy. In the darkness you reached for his hand and felt him smile against your skin when you took it. It made you smile, too, and your heart beat faster in your chest. Waking up beside him was a gift.

“Morning,” you whispered, brushing some of the hair from his eyes when you turned to face him.

“Morning,” he whispered back, kissing the center of your forehead. “Time to get up.”

“No,” you groaned. You didn't glance at the time, but your inner alarm clock knew you had a few more minutes.

He chuckled and nipped your other shoulder hard enough to make you gasp. “Yes, Sunbeam,” he said, his tongue tracing the spot he bit. “Gonna watch the sun come up together before breakfast.”

“Why?” You asked. Today wasn't a special occasion or anniversary that you were aware of. He would have reminded you at some point or vice versa.

“Because I wanna watch the sunrise with you,” he replied, sliding a finger under your chin before you could hide your face in his chest. The room was dark, but you felt his gaze plead with you to get up. “Please?” He added for good measure.

With another groan, you gave in. “Fine,” you sighed, trying to hide your smile as you stretched under the sheets. You lucked out with Bucky when it came to small romantic moments. What other man would wake you just to watch the sunrise together? “Sun, breakfast, caffeine.”

“Turning on the light,” he warned, giving you time to cover your eyes when he leaned over to flip the lamp switch. He was thoughtful like that. “I didn't hear 'sex with my amazing boyfriend' on that list. Kinda hurts my feelings.”

You giggled and removed your hand, blinking more of the sleep from your eyes. “Sex is for after I have my caffeine.”

It was his turn to groan. “Fine,” he mocked in his best imitation of you, making you giggle again. You didn't always laugh this early in the morning and not every day began this bright, but every day was a bit lighter thanks to him. “C’mon. You can sleep later.”

“Whatever you say, Buckaroo,” you said as you sat up. You slid your feet into your slippers, your stomach fluttering because you know you didn't put them back in that spot yesterday. “Thank you,” you said, wiggling your toes.

“Can't let your feet touch the cold floor now, can I?” He winked, stretching as he stood up.

Your throat tightened. It was such a tiny gesture in the grand scheme of things, but it was the little things that mattered. They showed that he paid attention and cared. You tried to do the same for him, like cooking his favorite meals or drawing him a bath after a hard day. You hoped it was enough.

“You’re so good to me,” you said, holding your hands out so he could help you stand.

“We’re good to each other,” he said, pulling you up with ease.

The rough pads of his fingertips rubbed along your skin, a physical reminder of the work he put in day in and day out. His hands made a difference in the world and your life, his calloused touch telling hundreds of stories. Being part of his journey and creating a new story together was something out of a dream. The beauty of it was that your story wasn't over yet.

“What are you thinking about?” He asked.

“I’ll tell you when we go outside,” you replied, not wanting him to miss any of the view. “Do you need to put a shirt on?”

He pulled a hand away to pat his pocket before he smirked and pointed to his washboard abs. “These give me plenty of heat.”

Your gaze went to his torso, heat of your own spreading from your core. Working day in and day out kept him in great shape. He belonged on one of those cowboy romance novel covers. Or a calendar.

I could make a killing with a ranch hand calendar featuring all the guys.

“And for breakfast, I'll make you some humble pie. A big ol’ slice,” you teased.

“Mmm. Pie for breakfast. You do love me,” he joked.

“More than anything,” you smiled.

He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your mouth, tilting your world on its axis like always. “Love you, too.”

“You have to if you don't care about my morning breath,” you smiled.

He grabbed a couple of blankets as he led you out to the front porch, just in case there was a chill in the air. Another thoughtful gesture. Instead of taking you to the porch swing like you expected, he took you down the steps and laid out one of the blankets in the grass where you sometimes had picnics together.

“Why aren't we sitting in the swing?” You asked.

“I mean, we could sit in the swing and I can put my arm around you.” He sat down and spread his legs out in front of him, patting the spot between them. “But it’s easier to hold you like this and I wanna hold you when the sun comes up.”

“You’re such a sap,” you smiled, happily taking the spot between his legs. “But I like that.”

“You do know I’m only a sap for you, right?”

“I do,” you said, spreading the other blanket across your legs. “Don't worry. I won't tell anyone.”

“Too late. Everyone knows,” he smiled.

“True,” you said, tilting your head and taking the opportunity to kiss underneath his chin before you looked back at the horizon.

Exhaling, you pressed your back against Bucky’s chest and revelled in the warmth of his body as he wrapped his arms around you. He occasionally reminded you of the sun. He had fire within him and brightened your world just by being there. But to him, you were the sun.

We're each other's sun and moon.

“So, you just felt like watching a sunrise with me?” You asked.

“Just felt like it,” he agreed, holding you a bit tighter. “I’ve watched sunrises and sunsets more times than I can count, but it’s just different with you.”

“Why is that?” You asked.

“It may not make sense, but the sunrise just looks more beautiful and hopeful because I have someone to share it with. And people say sunsets are a way to reset, but I’m just thankful because it was another day I got to spend with you.” He pressed a lingering kiss to your temple as your heart swelled. “Each day is a blessing because you're in my life.”

You were on the verge of spilling tears, but managed to keep them at bay. “I feel blessed, too,” you whispered.

His chest shook as he chuckled. “I really am a sap.”

“Yeah, but you’re my sap,” you said, tracing the palm of his hand. It was a special thing to bring out that side of him. “You know how you asked me what I was thinking about earlier? I was thinking how your hands can tell so many stories. I think your wrinkles will tell stories, too.”

“My wrinkles?” He asked.

“Yeah. Each is a chapter in your story. Just like every scar,” you answered. Bucky thought every mark on your body was a thing of beauty. You wanted him to feel the same way about his. “They’ll say how you survived hard times. How you lived your life. How you loved.”

“You’re a sap, too,” he teased, catching your elbow before you could ram it into him. “Easy, I’m kidding. I think that’s a beautiful way to look at it.”

There was beauty all around you with Bucky.

“Well, the thought of getting older used to scare me, but it doesn't seem so bad because I have you. We won't have to do it alone. We’ll grow together,” you smiled, gazing at the sky that seemed to stretch on forever. “So when we're older and you have wrinkles and gray hairs, I want you to keep doing this: Wake me up for a sunrise just because you felt like it. Just because you wanted to share one more beautiful moment with me.”

“You wanna grow old with me?” He asked, his voice thicker than you expected. “And on those days, you’ll still love me? Wrinkles and all?”

“Of course, I do. And of course, I will,” you promised. You would love him no matter what. “And you’ll still love me when I grow old?”

“Forever and always,” he whispered, resting his chin on your shoulder when the sun began to rise.

Your heart raced as the hues touched the land you two shared, painting a canvas in glowing rays. He was right that the sunrise was more beautiful and hopeful because you had someone to share it with. And while you were certain there were others watching the sky, this felt like a new dawn just for the two of you.

“It really is breathtaking, isn’t it?” You smiled.

“You’re breathtaking,” he said, making your smile widen as your cheeks warmed.

“You flatter me, Buckaroo,” you said affectionately.

Bucky took a deep breath by your ear as you continued to look at the view. “Marry me, Sunbeam,” he whispered.

With wide eyes, you spun around in his arms. You didn't know it, but to him you looked like an angel with the rays growing brighter around you. “What?” You asked.

“Shit. I was supposed to ask you, not tell you. And I was supposed to have something special planned, but I keep carrying this around in case the time’s right and this just seemed right.” He swallowed before he reached into his pajama pocket and pulled out a small box. “It isn't much. Sure as hell isn't what you deserve and I'm sorry for that,” he said. You covered your mouth with a gasp when he opened it. Simple, beautiful, and a diamond that sparkled like the sun. To you, it was the most beautiful ring to ever exist. “But I love you and I want you to be my wife. I wanna grow old with you and I don't wanna tell the story of my life without you in it. I-”

“Yes!” You shouted into the morning air, knocking him on his back. You were lucky you didn’t knock the ring box out of his hand. “Yes, yes, yes! I’ll marry you!”

“I wasn't done with my proposal,” he chuckled.

“I don't care. I said ‘yes’. Now’s the part where you put the ring on my finger,” you smiled with tears in your eyes. He managed to slip the ring onto your finger with you stretched out on top of him. A perfect fit. “It’s beautiful. Don't ever apologize for giving me something so beautiful.”

The proposal was beautiful, too. It came from the heart at a time he knew was right. You couldn't ask for anything better.

I have the whole world because of you.

You swore you saw the sunrise in his eyes as he framed your face and smiled up at you. “Love you, Sunbeam.”

“Love you, too, Buckaroo,” you whispered, giggling. “And guess what?”

“What’s that?”

“I can change sex with my amazing boyfriend to fiancé,” you smiled.

“Why don’t we skip to that part? I’ll make sure you get some caffeine after,” he smirked. "Deal," you giggled again, leaning down to kiss him.

The sun continued to climb in the sky behind you as he deepened the kiss, bathing you in light as you celebrated the next chapter in your life together.

And with his ring on your finger, you knew you’d forever appreciate every sunrise and sunset even more.

Anyone else get a cavity from this sweetness? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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[mrsblaileen]

Stress Relief

Pairing: Levi Ackerman / Reader

Masturbation, Vaginal Sex, Rough Sex, Sexual Tension, Resolved Sexual Tension, Top Levi Ackerman, Dom/sub Undertones, Light Dom/sub, Soft Levi Ackerman, Levi Ackerman Has a Breeding Kink, Slight breeding kink if you squint, Captain Levi Ackerman, Bratting, Desk Sex, Office Sex, Porn With Plot, Title Kink, Power Dynamics, Power Play, Slight Dacryphilia if you squint. MINORS DNI 18+

✎ Words: 8,363

✎ Chapters: 1/1

The lifestyle of the scouts doesn’t leave much time for personal matters, of any kind, and certainly not enough time for any form of... stress relief. No matter how badly you might need it. By this point, you’re desperate, and it’s making you act out.

Will your stoic Captain take pity on you?

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Head pounding, you stifled a moan when you finally managed to unlace your boots and tug them off, hopping ungracefully on tender feet as you wandered toward the sleep quarters of the scout barracks.

The cool wood was soothing against the soles of your feet. You dropped your boots and toed them into a neat row by the end of your cot.

Running a hand down the slope of your back, you stopped on a particularly tense spot with a grimace, and rubbed the skin softly. Your other hand began unclasping the plethora of buckles of your harness, motion so practiced you were sure you could do it in your sleep. A sigh of relief escaped when the sharp confines of the leather released. You rubbed a hand tenderly over the skin of your chest, where the bite of the straps left reddened marks under your shirt.

The bed frame groaned under your weight as you slumped down onto the surprisingly soft mattress. Hell, you supposed anything would feel soft after the brutal day of training you had just experienced. 

You blew out a long sigh, letting your eyes slide closed, body relishing in the unfamiliar moment of ease.   Straining your ears, you frowned. You had expected to hear the familiar pounding of boots, and muffled chatter of your fellow cadets as they too returned from their daily activities, but your ears found only a steady, serene silence.

Sitting up a little in your cot, breath held, you creaked an eye open, confirming your suspicions; you had the barracks entirely to yourself.

Laying your head back against the pillow, you swung your feet up onto the cot and wiggled your toes, pressing back into the cushioned mattress, letting comfort seep into your tired bones. 

When was the last time you even breathed without someone hearing it? You considered.   The lifestyle of the scouts didn't leave much time for personal matters, of any kind, and certainly not enough time for any form of... stress relief. No matter how badly it was needed. And after the grueling physical and mental workouts, most days you frankly didn't have the energy. 

Your mouth quirked up into a devious smile. You think you could conjure the energy today.

Trailing your hands gently up your abdomen, you pressed your palms flat against your ribs, and slid them up over your chest to squeeze gently. You let out a soft sigh, and popped the top button of your shirt.

You tugged your crisp white shirt out from the confines of your pants, sliding your fingers nimbly over the clasp of your jeans to release them with a ' pop '.   No time to be fancy, other scouts would surely be back any minute, and you didn't think you'd be able to survive the mortification of one of your team mates catching you.

Some faceless, unknown soldier came to your mind.

Face red as a cherry when they stumble into the room, realizing what they've intruded on. Trying to avoid eye contact and stuttering out an apology. Maybe you'd throw the covers over yourself, pull your clothes back on and go about your assignments as normal. Or maybe you'd beckon them closer, pull them under the covers against your warm frame...

Slipping a hand under the stiff fabric of your jeans, your fingers slid down, down, down. When they reached their destination, you gasped. Your nerves were alight, so pent up. With how you were panting at such a little touch, this wouldn't take long.

They would be gentle, whispering sweet words, hands running over you; soft as feathers.

You worked your fingers in tight, practiced circles. Your mouth dropped open in a sigh. A slow, deep pleasure beginning to simmer in your lower stomach.

You would writhe, buck up against soft hands, ghosting gentle over your thighs . 

Your other hand pinched a nipple, rolling the sensitive bud between nimble fingers. A groan escaped your lips. 

They would be soft, pliable, eager to please.

Your brows furrowed, and you frowned; fingers slowed to a teasing roll.

The warm, gentle hands sliding over your skin began kneading the meat of your thighs hard. Strong arms pulled, guiding, holding you down, rough and claiming. 

You whined. That was more like it.  Reaching your hand down, you slid a finger tenderly over your entrance, dipping in. Too far gone in the fantasy to be embarrassed by the fact you were already soaked.

Warm breath tickled against your neck, lips pressed, teeth nicked in gentle bites. Dark hair kissed your cheek where it was pressed against your damp skin. 

You slid a finger inside and curled it, pumping effortlessly. Your eyes squeezed shut, grinding up against your palm. 

A hand slid up over your throat, pressing slender fingers into your warm flesh, making your head spin. A deep voice, smooth and gritty, so close, in your ear, whisper quiet. "Cadet..." 

You breathed out a moan into the silence of the room.  Fuck, you were close.

Cold eyes burned into you, heated and intense. "Cadet..." 

Back arched off the mattress, you rolled your hips up against your fingers, pressing impossibly hard, chasing the high; mouth dropped open and panting shamelessly.

"Cadet!"

You sat bolt upright in your cot, pulling your hand free from your jeans. Hand to your chest, you tried to slow your racing heart, and startled breathing. Was... was that real?

"I won't ask again." The very real voice grumbled from behind the barracks door.

Scrambling, you jumped to your feet and slid your zipper back up. The mess of harness you had left splayed along the floor ensnared your bare foot as you sprang to the door, you cursed under your breath and shook your limb free.

"This better be good..." You grumbled to yourself, hand tightening around the door handle to tug the wooden door of the barracks open.

Your brewing annoyance dissipated in an instant, replaced instead with a stomach churning embarrassment when you pulled the door open to meet the cold, impassive gaze of your Captain.

Perfect. 

You cursed yourself for not even bothering to have straightened your shirt before you opened the door, the wrinkled bottom of the white button-up still tugged loose from your jeans. You gulped, silently hoping that your disheveled appearance didn't completely scream "I've desperately been trying to get off for the past 15 minutes". Or at least that the Captain wasn't so perceptive today.

You willed the blush rising over the tips of your ears to cease. 

"Captain Levi." Your voice came out meek and strained, you cleared your throat and ran a nervous hand through your hair, a vain attempt to smooth the mess of strands that were sure to be sticking in all sorts of directions right now.

Captain Levi stood in the doorway, fixing you with his usual sterile gaze, arms crossed lazily over his broad chest as he looked up at your face. He tapped slender fingers where they were splayed over his forearm, you furrowed your brows at the sight.

His eyes flickered momentarily over your form, expression imperceptible. You felt exposed, despite only missing your harness and boots.

"Cadets are expected in the mess hall at 16:00." He stated, baritone voice flat, twinged with what you assumed to be mild annoyance. "Do you know what time it is now?"

Of course. You mentally kicked yourself. The whole leadership squad had been reminding you for weeks that today's mealtime would be starting earlier to account for a longer meeting. That would explain your sudden bought of alone time. 

You gritted your teeth. "I'm sorry Captain, it completely slipped my mind."

He cocked an eyebrow at you in unabashed judgement. "Obviously."

You bit your tongue against any catty remark bubbling up.

"You have five minutes, hurry up." He grunted, and turned around on his heel.

You breathed a sigh of relief at having gotten off so easily. Usually Captain Levi was not one to shy away from dishing out all sorts of punishment, sometimes you swore he even enjoyed it.

Considering this, you watched as the Captain began to walk away, about to turn back around and retreat into the barracks before he stopped, and tilted his head back in your direction. You froze.

"And fix your uniform when addressing a superior." You caught one of his stormy eyes over his shoulder. "Or I'll issue you a formal warning." 

You sputtered, trying to formulate a response that didn't sound as pathetic as the truth, but the Captain clearly wasn't interested in an answer.  He broke from your gaze before you could reply, and continued walking toward the mess hall.

"Yes sir..." You managed to respond into the empty air, and stepped back into the sanctuary of the barracks, pulling the door closed behind you.

Not brave enough to mutter any annoyances under your breath; you rolled your eyes as soon as your back was to him. You were sure he had some kind of supernatural hearing.

Stupid Captain.

You nodded to yourself, proud with your silent rebuttal. 

You wandered back to your cot, the pleasure tangled sheets mocking you where they were strewn across the mattress.

A sigh escaped you as you began to tug the leather boots back over your tired legs, willing the heated ache between your thighs to dissipate.

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It was a privilege to be a member of the Levi squad, you knew that.

All of the scouts were fiercely talented, it was a requirement of the job - those who didn't exceed tended not to live for long; it was an unfortunate truth of the role. But it was common knowledge that Levi's team were amongst the, if not the most elite, you didn't take that for granted. 

But days like this made it difficult to be grateful.

It was supposed to have been a standard operation, you and three other scouts were to break from the squad to purvey the next section of unexplored land just past the walls, maybe take a titan or two out, then retreat back to the main unit to report findings. 

It had probably taken all of twenty minutes for that to go to complete shit.

Currently, you were perched in the branches of a tree which was nowhere near tall enough to ease the anxiety that had settled into a hard pit in your stomach. 

Approximately a hundred meters across the tree spattered field, you could see one of your squad mates - Mikhail - collapsed on the roof of a small cottage. Even from such a distance, his terror was palpable, and you could certainly see his eyes; wide and teary where they were locked on to his ODM trigger, gripped tight and shaking in his hand.

The sound didn't quite reach you as he clicked the trigger, over and over, to no avail.   Empty tank. You concluded with gritted teeth.

You'd lost sight of your other team mates around about the time you'd been ambushed by two four meter titans, and one lovely abnormal.

The latter of which was currently gazing up at you from the base of the tree you were perched in. The giant was semi collapsed, its abdomen pressed flush against the trunk, big hands folded under its chin to support its head as it gazed up at you, wide glassy eyes unblinking, almost... loving?  Your stomach churned.

A scream snapped you out of your focus.

Your eyes shot to Mikhail, and then fell to the titan; who was flailing its thick arms over the roof of the cottage, narrowly missing Mikhail's legs in its blind scramble. 

You could see cobbled bricks tumbling from the old cottage walls where the titan was clawing at it, slamming unceremoniously onto the feet of the giant; who seemed unperturbed - focused wholly on reaching the human cowering on the roof. Shit, it wasn't going to last long. If Mikhail didn't move, the whole structure was going to collapse.

You looked back to your squad mate, and your breath hitched as you took him in. Mikhail was stood, visibly shaking; seemingly frozen with terror as his glazed over eyes watched the giant arms slide wildly toward him over the slats of the roof.

In an instant, you had launched yourself from the high branch; thanking a nameless god that there was a spatter of trees in this field. ODM wires whirred, deafening you as you grappled across the expanse of green, in a beeline towards the cottage.

As you approached, your eyes locked onto the nape of the titans neck, where thin brown tassels of its hair swayed back and forth. It kept its gaze locked onto Mikhail.

Anchoring your wires to the tallest of the nearby trees, you launched yourself up, watching the ground retreat away, you gripped the handles of your swords, white knuckled, and slotted them into the blades with a 'click'.

Reaching the apex of the flight, you allowed yourself a slow exhale. A brief moment of clarity, before you leaned back and descended toward the titan.

Rolling into a spin, you furrowed your brows against the flurry of wind, and the twinkling glint of your blades. You thrusted them forward toward your target with a cry. 

Threads of brunette hair exploded into the air when your blades sliced through.

Contact. A hiss of heat. 

The titan squealed and threw its gargantuan head back, pulling its body with it. Taking the chance, you landed on its shoulder, grimacing at the squelch of flesh under your boots, you jumped; using it to leverage your next hop toward the rooftop. The massive form collapsed to the ground with the motion, blades of grass and pebbles thrown into the air. 

The wood of the roof creaked under your weight when you slammed into it. Letting out a huff, you collided with Mikhail and grabbed him around the waist tightly.

"It's okay!" You puffed, hands gripping the fabric of his cloak tight to steady him; eyes searching him over for injury.

Mikhail gave no response, eyes fixed on something far away and unseen in front of him. He was limp in your grasp.

"You're okay" You reassured, despite the shaking in your hands.

You slung his arm over your shoulder, thankful when he instinctively grabbed hold.

Steadying yourself, you re-balanced to counter the additional weight of your squad mate, and considered the space in front of you, noting the spattering of shorter trees on the outskirts of the woods, then launched yourself off the roof of the cottage. 

Gliding low along the grass, your eyes surveyed the land, you nodded to yourself. You just needed to get past the trees, past the woods you knew ateast one of the horses was grazing. If you could just get to a horse, it was a straight shot back to camp.

With a gut wrenching twang, your left ODM wire snapped taut. You gasped in surprise, fingers flailing to regain control of the trigger. 

In a daze, you registered it had been completely ripped from your grasp. 

You were jostled roughly as another tug from the unseen force on the wire split your gear completely in half, splinters of metal and wood glittered into the air.

All you could do was watch in horror, eyes wide; focused on the fast approaching expanse of green below.

You gripped Mikhail tight, and rolled over onto your back, trying desperately to at least shield your squadmate as you crashed into the grass.

You cried out and writhed where you landed, arching your back and pinching your shoulder blades together to try to alleviate the sharp pain in your spine. 

Mikhail was dead weight atop you, but you were relieved to hear him groan when you rolled him off you, shuddering with the effort and shock.

Nausea and pain made your stomarch churn, you slid a hand to your forehead, a sharp ache beginning to bloom at the back of your skull where it had smacked against the ground on impact.

You were panting when you sat up, eyes blinking wildly aganst the spinning in your vision.

You couldn't help but laugh at the sight that greeted you when the world finally stopped swimming before your eyes.   The abnormal titan was stood infront of you.

Its glassy eyes were narrowed and pinched in that sickly, faux affectionate gaze, accomodating the swell of its cheeks pulled up by the huge grin on its face. In one of its terribly long hands it held the left side of your odm gear, the wires wrapped so tight around its palm you could see the fizzing of its blood where it was exposed to the air. 

If you didn't know any better, you'd swear it looked pleased when it realised you were awake.

It began taking slow, lumbering steps forward, moving with an odd gracefulness, like some kind of disturbed dancer.

You gazed over at Mikhail, crumpled next to you in the dewy grass, white uniform streaked green and red, chest rising and falling faintly. You grimaced. He'd be better off dead, but you and your heroics had denied him that pleasure.

You turned your focus back to the abnormal titan, still approaching you slowly, still squirming gleefully. 

Letting your eyes drop closed, you took a breath; deep, and slow. Clasping your hands together in your lap, you cleared your mind. Thrums of pain flared in your tired brain. You hummed to yourself.

It would all be over in a moment.

No more exhaustion.

No more pain.

No more... anything.

THUMP.

The ground positively shook beneath you. The distant flutter of fleeing bird wings caressed your ears.

The glare of the sun nearly blinded your tired eyes as you cracked them open. 

You were confused by the sight that greeted you.

The massive form of the abnormal titan was collapsed into the dirt, its bloated body steaming as it disintegrated where it lay embedded in the earth. It's head was titled up toward you, grin still plastered on its vacant face.

You watched in awe as Captain Levi thrust one of his blades down into the titans skin where he stood atop it, you could hear the weight of the blade as it sunk deep into flesh. 

He wiped a spot of titan blood from his pale cheek with a sleeve, disgust evident on his face.

Even from such a distance, you could feel the intense burning of his gaze on you.

Relief crashed over your shaking body, and you collapsed back onto your elbows.

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Grass blades and sopping earth scored your palms when the tight grip on the back of your harness released, and you were flung forward onto the hard ground.

"Are you stupid, or do you enjoy purposefully disobeying directions?" The Captains voice was deceptively even, but held a venomous undertone as he stalked forward, towards where he had thrown you to the floor.

"What was it, huh? Wanted to be a hero?" He barked, stopping when he reached your feet. For once, he loomed over you, glaring down with a blazing anger that was no longer hidden.

You tilted your chin up, trying to retain whatever dignity you could while forced to scramble around in the mud, at the feet of your Captain.

"Sir, Mikhail was out of gas." You replied, using all of your remaining energy to keep your voice steady. "The titan was basically on top of him, i did what i thought was best." 

Captain Levi's eyebrow twitched. "Unacceptable. You were given flares for that exact situation."

You opened your mouth to reply, to tell him the flare was in your pack, and your horse had been spooked by the sudden appearance of the titans. "Sir I-"

He waved a hand, the universal symbol for "stop talking". You bristled at the blatant show of disrespect, anger swirling in your chest.

"But no." He interrupted, steel eyes boring into you. "You'd rather get yourself and your friends eaten.”

In a blaze of unrefined fury; you flung your leg out infront of you, a bubble of satisfaction blistering when it collided with Levis ankle.

His sterile, quiet rage was shattered for a brief moment, replaced with genuine shock as he stumbled forward and collided with the ground. 

You heard a few gasps from your fellow soldiers, who were gathering around to watch the frankly unimaginable display taking place infront of them.

Captain Levi glared up at you from the space around your knees, where he had caught himself on steady arms.

God he was a sight; pristine uniform slathered in mud, inky hair tousled, shoulder blades hunched, panting lightly as his eyes burned holes into you.

You couldnt help but smile, a purr of satisfaction at being able to dismantle the prim and proper image of the Captain.   "You brat, resorting to childish--" You returned the favour, interrupting his retort.

All decorum already out the window, and stoked with fury, you sat up and hunched over your knees, wrestling your way to grab onto the shoulder straps of his harness.

When your hands were looped around the leather, you tugged upwards and twisted, throwing your body weight into the motion you forced his back into the ground, allowing you to roll on top of him. He let out a small grunt, the action clearly unexpected.

Huffing at the exertion, you looked down at him, a cocky smile dancing over your lips.

If looks could kill, you would certainly be long dead.

Captain Levi met your gaze and all but snarled, mud strewn face bristling in barely concealed rage.

Adrenaline made you bold. You craned your neck down ever so slightly, getting so close to his face you could count his dark lashes.

"Ask nice, and i'll let you go." You whispered, sweet as honey.

Levi’s mud soaked hand shot up and grabbed the harness strap over your upper chest. The roughness of the action jostled you, causing a small noise of surprise to escape your throat. At the same time, you felt one of his legs wrap across the back of your knee. 

In a blink your positions were flipped.

Your shoulder blades hit the earth with an unpleasant squelch, and he eclipsed your vision. His knuckles pressed hard into your chest where they were wrapped around the leather of your harness. His other hand was pressed into the mud next to your head, holding his weight and locking you in place.

The scent of clean cotton and something vaguely floral hit your nose. 

You blinked up at him, the show of raw strength from your Captain rendered you speechless.

Levi, however, was a statue. Frozen where he was hovering over you, aside from the swift rise and fall of his chest; quiet, heavy breaths from the exertion.

He was so close you could feel the puffs of air from his breath on your face, pinned between his solid form and the ground. 

You were breathing equally as hard, looking up at him with moon wide eyes, lips parted slightly as you studied his dirt spattered face.

Subconsciously, your tongue darted out to wet your cracked lower lip. You watched as his eyes caught the motion, locked on, tracking the slide of your tongue, slick and shiny over your lips.

He blinked once, and leaned forward to shift his weight, an innocent attempt to alleviate the uncomfortable position. His leg, lingering between your thighs, ground up against you as he did so. The sudden friction sent a spark of desire through you.

You bit your tongue to stop an embarrassing small sound from escaping, your ears burnt red hot.

The simmering tidalwave of frustration that had been accumulating for days, weeks, hell - months, bubbled to the surface in an instant. A familiar, dull ache settled in your stomach, and between your thighs, hot and throbbing where his leg made contact, was still making contact. 

Mouth dropped open, you let out a nearly inaudible, breathy whine when he didn't move away. Maybe it was just your frayed, desperate mind, but you swore he pressed in a little harder.

Your eyes flickered up to met his gaze. Surprised to see typical cool grey was set alight; steely irises swallowed by black, blown wide. 

As quick as it had come, the moment of pressure and warmth was gone.

You sat up, head postively spinning from the rush of adrenaline.

Rubbing your wrist, you watched the lithe form of the Captain rush away from you, toward his horse.

You distantly registered a few of your squadmates crowd around you, helping you to your feet, brushing dirt from your shoulders, patting you on the back and murmuring words of reassurance.

You absentmindedly rubbed a smear of mud from your cheek with the back of your hand.

"Clean yourself up before dinner, Cadet." Came a final, distant order.

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By dinner you were feeling marginally better.

A quick, near scalding shower had left you scrubbed clean; tired bones and muscles bruised and aching, but relaxed. Now, as you sat nestled on a bench between Reiner and Jean, a bowl of steaming stew infront of you; you felt almost at ease.

Well, atleast one of you was.

"I can't believe he reprimanded you like that, right infront of the whole team." Eren was practically writhing in his seat across from you, barely contained anger palpable. "You saved that Cadets life, and he complained about it?"

"Quiet Eren, he's right over there, he might hear you." Mikasa murmured as she scooped stew thoughtfully onto a smooth wooden spoon.

"So what if he does? Its not fai-" Eren was silenced by Mikasa pinching his cheek. Even without hearing Erens sharp whine, from experience, you knew that it hurt.

Reiner clapped a hand across your shoulder from where he sat next to you, jostling you in your seat a bit at the force. "Doesn't matter what the Captain says; you're a hero to me." You met his gaze and smiled, a wave of thankfulness for your fellow soldiers washing over you. Reiner offered a small, slightly reddened smile in reply.

"I agree, but don't you think you should apologise?" Jean piped in, putting his fork down to fix you with a worried look. "I mean you tackled a superior into the mud."

You pouted your lip, recalling the memory of your earlier behaviour. You were thankful that the only witnesses had been a small selection of your own squadmates, but you were a little suprised that you hadn't recieved any formal reprimand from the Commander. You could only assume the Captain hadn't shared the details of your little outburst in his report.

"I think so too, swallow your pride just this once." Mikasa nodded in agreement.

Eren rubbed his cheek, pouting sideways at her, but he nodded along.

You exhaled, stomach suddenly twisting with nerves at the prospect of facing the Captain after your brazen display of insubordination.

You steeled your nerves. You were anything but a coward, your actions today had proved that; for better or for worse.

"Yeah, you guys might be right."

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"Come in."

Willing your heart to stop racing, you grasped the door handle to Captain Levi's office with a shaking hand, and turned it.

The office was as neat as you would have expected from the Captain, notorious clean freak that he was. Probably another reason he wouldn't have appreciated you wrestling him into a puddle of mud. 

The Captain sat at his desk, looking thankfully cleaner than when you saw him last.

His white shirt was once again crisp, buttoned neatly, dark hair smoothed back into place, shining slightly in the dim light. Your eyes wandered to where he had rolled the sleeves of the shirt up, exposing toned forearms dusted with a spatter of thin, dark hair.

He fixed you with an expectant look.

"Not sure if you're real brave, or just plain stupid." His voice was even, but you didnt miss the underlying tone; goading. "After that little stunt you pulled this afternoon." 

Well, the Captain certainly wasn't one to shy away from the point.

"Thats actually why i'm here, i wanted to apologise." You were pleased that your voice came out strong and steady, not betraying your lack of confidence.

"I'm extremely sorry for my behaviour, Captain. Please forgive me."

Levi considered you for a moment in silence.

You braced yourself for whatever punishment he would deem fit, god you hoped it wasn't running drills.

To your surprise, he simply sighed and rubbed a hand over his angled brows. You watched the tendon in his forearm twitch at the motion. "Your behaviour was appalling, Cadet." 

He brought his hand away from his face, resting his palm back down to the desk, and stood up.

His eyes were rimmed dark as he met your surprised gaze. He looked tired.

"But as your superior, your actions reflect on me - I shouldn't have pushed you."

You were silent.

This was definitely not how you had expected this to go.

"You're one of my best; you're never late, never shy away from responsibility." His brows were knitted together, but the expression he fixed you with wasn't angry, more - worried?

Guilt began creeping over you - he was genuinely trying to help you.

"Where has this recent behaviour come from?” He questioned, exasperated. “If it's me - if i'm not supporting you sufficiently as a Captain, you're within your rights to request a transfer."

You shook your head swiftly, waving your hands infront of you. "No, it's not that."

"No?" He looked at you incredelously. "So you just like to disobey orders and wrestle all your superiors, that it?" He retorted flatly, some of that annoyed bite returning.

You sighed, mildly frustrated that he was still pushing the topic. "I do trust you, Captain. I trust your judgement." 

Levi crossed his arms over his chest. "So be honest with me, what is this really about?"

"I'm just... tired, Captain." You cursed yourself, unable to fathom a more convincing reason to give him in the moment. By his unimpressed expression, Levi clearly felt the same way.

"Yeah, thats bullshit and we both know it. What's the real reason?" He stepped closer to you, a wave of that familiar clean cotton and floral sweet soap hit your nose as he closed the distance. He must have showered after your little escapade. "Tell me."

"I've..." You exhaled, feeling your face begin to heat up, pinned under the intensity of his focus.

You couldn't believe you were going to admit this.

"I've been... frustrated." You finally managed.

His brows furrowed slightly, silent for a beat.

"Frustrated?" He echoed flatly, gazing at you with an indistinguishable expression.

You twirled your hands together in a bid to dispel some of your nervous energy. 

"Yes..."

The silence in the room was deafening. You felt like a bug encased in amber; frozen in time. The next few moments felt as if they lasted years.

Levi hummed in consideration. "Well, you havent got much of a selection."

And there it was - back to that distant, demeaning tone you were so familiar with.  Embarrased that you had even breached the topic, you scoffed and spun on your heel. 

"No?" You retorted, shaking your head as your stormed toward the door. "Maybe i'll go confirm that." You bit back, boots clicking over the hardwood floor as you reached the door handle and gripped it between your fingers.

"Stop."

His voice made you freeze, hand lingering on the door handle, ready to turn it.

"Come here."

The simple command hung in the air.

A spark of tension filled the room, a low hum of electricity dancing in the space between you.

You bit your lip. You could just ignore him, turn the door knob and leave. One more act of insubordination today wouldn't kill you.

You squeezed your legs together where you stood.

But maybe the incessant ache between your legs would.

When you turned around, Levi was back at his desk. His eyes caught yours, and he motioned you toward him silently with a curl of his finger, expectant.

Acquiesing, you released the door handle and made your way back toward his desk, rounding the wooden structure until you were standing infront of him, heart racing in your chest. 

Levi watched, gazing up at you thoughtfully. Your anxiousness was palpable.

He tapped the desk twice with his fingers, and turned slightly to the side to allow you space.

"Up." His voice was calm, steady. It wasn’t a question.

You paused for a moment, swallowed, then slid yourself up onto the table.

The desk was sturdy under your thighs, your jeans bit tight into the soft flesh as you sat down.

Slender fingers slipped over either side of your jaw, tilting your face toward him. You met his eyes where he stood infront of you, close enough you could feel the warmth of his body.

"Good girl." He murmured.

The unexpected phrase, spoken in his rumbly, smooth voice stoked the simmering in your lower stomach. You exhaled, more of a whine than anything. 

He stepped forward between your thighs, the hand not on your jaw slid up over your leg and gripped the soft skin.

“So, my poor Cadet is frustrated.” He mused, hands roamed soothingly over the tops of your thighs. “What’s to be done about that?”

He leaned his head forward, his eyes flitted to yours briefly; searching.

You lifted yourself ever so slightly off the desk, dipping your head forward to meet him halfway, crashing your lips against his, heated and impatient.

Emboldened by your evident approval, Levi licked up into you, open mouthed, ravenous.

The sweet, slow kiss immediately disregarded, you parted your lips and let your tongues slide together. Your head spun at the lewd sensation.

Levi released your mouth, and slid his lips across to your earlobe, placing a hot, open mouthed kiss just below.  You gasped into the air, and tilted your head, angling to grant him more access. He slid a cool palm up the opposite side of your neck, fingers nestled in your hair, gently cradling your head as he worked down the expanse of your throat; planting kisses, and small bites along the supple skin.

"Sensitive, are we?" Came his teasing lilt.

Dazed from the onslaught of his mouth on your neck, and his thumb rubbing slow circles below your ear, you barely noticed nimble fingers working the buttons of your shirt open. 

"Uhuh..." You managed to sigh in response.

Levi's mouth traced the skin of your collarbones as he worked your shirt open, watching with heavy eyes when he hooked a finger over the soft cup of your bra and tugged down to expose your breasts. The cool air was biting, and you felt your skin pebble.

To your surpise, Levi immediately craned his head down and captured your nipple between his teeth, sucking gently.

"Ah!" You squeezed your eyes shut and arched your back at the unexpected sensation; pushing your chest up into him. A slender hand slid over your other neglected nipple, and pinched tightly, rolling the bud between the pads of his fingers.

You were well and truly stunned. Panting, open mouthed, eyes squeezed closed and head thrown back; lost in the slide of his tongue, of his soft skin over your sensitive bud, and the mix of sharp pain from his pinching fingers. 

After being denied for so long, pent up and frustrated for day, weeks - to have your Captain of all people touching you like this, it was almost too much.

"Please Captain.. hah... need you to touch me." You croaked, squirming when he hummed, the sound vibrating over his lips still wrapped around your nipple.

"Go on, get it ready for me." Came his gravelly voice, not stopping his invasion of kisses and pinches over the delicate skin of your chest. You opened your eyes, watching the dark head of hair move slowly below you.

You managed to lean up on the desk, arms burning when you pulled them from the table. You snaked your hands around to the button of your jeans, wasting no time in popping the clasp open and sliding the zipper down.

That got his attention. 

Levi lifted his head up, releasing his hands from your chest in favour of gripping the sides of your jeans, sliding his fingers through the loops of fabric.

You let out a surprised gasp and scrambled to hold onto the desk when he hoisted your hips up roughly, sliding your jeans and panties down under your thighs in a smooth motion.

You shivered when you were finally exposed to the crisp air of the room, suddenly a little shy to be in such a position in front of your superior.

Levis fingers trailed over your knee, tugging your legs open. He groaned when your thighs parted, steel eyes lidded low, locked onto the soft skin of your inner thigh, glistening with arousal.

A pang of desire shot through you when he reached a hand to his mouth, and licked a pink tongue up the pads of his fingers.

He nestled in between your legs, one hand still holding you open, thumb pressing gently into the skin of your knee, the other slid down through your dark curls, and pressed three slick fingers over the hot, wet skin of your pussy.

You let out a moan at the sensation, and slid your hips to the edge of the desk, bucking up against his hand. A small smile ghosted over his lips, and he began to draw loose, lazy circles into you. His eyes were dipped low, still watching the way his fingers rolled over your skin. He leaned in to press his lips against the shell of your ear. 

"This right here, huh?" He tapped your pussy lightly with his fingers. You flushed at the wet slapping sound. "This is why you're being such a brat?" He murmured, voice low and husky.

"Yes, Captain." You whined, and wiggled your hips against his hand. "Need it so bad."

Levi nipped your earlobe with his teeth and resumed the steady rub of his fingers.

"You know I heard you, that day you were late for dinner." He rumbled into your ear. "Panting and moaning like some whore."

A flush of embarrassment rolled over you, fighting with the rush of pleasure hazing your mind. You guessed you hadn't played it off as subtly as you thought.

You angled your head to lean against him, chasing the thrum of his low voice. His undercut prickled against your cheek. Levi slid a digit to your entrance, humming when his finger glazed over the dips of flesh with no resistance.

"Then you answered the door, looking half fucked out." His voice was raspy, like he was struggling to maintain control. He slid his finger inside you, beginning to pump steadily. "Thought you might have had some cadet in there with you." 

You moaned and tilted your face toward him, pressing your lips against his cheek to whisper to him between pleasured sighs. "Was thinking -ah... bout you, Captain." 

You heard his breath hitch, and you moaned, unashamed, right into his ear. “Would have let you -hah… fuck me today, right there in the mud.” 

He groaned. "Fuck." 

The steady slide of his fingers stopped, and you let out a needy whine at the loss of contact.

Levi took a step back, and your pleasure hazed mind vaguely registered the clinking of metal. Your eyes dipped down to watch as he tugged his belt loose, not missing the solid outline pressing against his slacks. Fuck, he was hard - just from touching you.  

You let your legs fall open, bringing one of your feet up to curl over the edge of the desk, knee bent to expose yourself fully to him; swollen and dripping from his attention.

You pushed your bottom lip out and pouted, blinking at him through your lashes. "Please Captain, need you inside me."

Levi tutted at you, but you watched his adam apple bob tellingly when his eyes dropped to your parted legs. He stepped back, outside your reach. You frowned, brows knitted up. 

"Already ruined one of my shirts today, not going to let you make a mess of another." He tugged his shirt from the confines of his slacks, and you watched - entranced as his practiced fingers popped the buttons of his shirt.

Your eyes drank in the expanse of pale flesh as he revealed it slowly, teasingly. Sinewy muscles spattered with pale wisps of scars, the ghosts of old bruises bloomed over his ribs. Your mouth dried as your eyes roamed down the trimmed trail of black hair and the river of veins disappearing below the waistband of his slacks. 

You swore there was a satisfied grin on his face, but he didn't tease you any longer. Those skilled hands made short work of his slacks, and you licked your lips when he slid them down, freeing himself from the confines. He was hard, swollen and red tipped, beads of precum smeared and leaking. You felt a dim flicker of pride.

Tilting your head to the side to lean against your shoulder, you cast your eyes to his and wiggled your hips, enticing.

Levi rolled his eyes, but stepped forward, capturing himself in his hand he gave a few slow, slick pumps as he trailed his other hand along your hip, tugging you close.

"You're insatiable, you know that?" He murmured, sliding his cock up between the folds on your pussy, letting out a soft groan of satisfaction when you throbbed against him.

"Mmph... hurry up and fuck me." You breathed.

Now there was definitely a cocky smile on his face, but you were too lost in desire to care about wiping it off, even less so when he finally popped the head of his cock inside and slid into you, real slow, letting you feel all of it.

Your jaw hung open in a low moan, eyes glued onto where he was slowly disappearing inside. You both moaned when you felt yourself twitch around him. 

"Thats it." He sighed, eyes dropped low to where you were connected, pink lips parted, panting quietly.

Relishing in the broken noise he drew from you, Levi began to roll his hips, thrusting into you; fucking you nice and slow. Mouth dropped open, you whined, a low pathetic sound; head spinning  from the ripples of pleasure rolling over you.

He leaned down and captured your parted lips in a sloppy, heated kiss, biting gently at your lower lip when you moaned up into his mouth.

Satisfied with your reaction, he sped up, pumping into you, cock bumping up against that sensitive spot inside as he slid his tongue across yours.

You broke the kiss with a choked sound. The bubbling pleasure making it an impossible task to hold your Captains intense gaze; eyes threatening to roll back in defeat.

He slid his hand along your calf and tugged one of your legs up to wrap over his shoulder.

Levi slowed, you could feel every ridge, every vein as he did so - drawing out a low whine from your throat.

He tutted once more, the sound affectionate. His hand trailed up to slide along the leg he had slung over his shoulder. You shivered against him when he pinched the dewy skin of your thigh in a gentle reprimand.

"Patience." 

He slid out of you halfway and angled his hips, using his grasp on your leg to hoist you closer to him, right to the edge of the desk.

When he pressed his narrow hips down into you, pushing your thigh to your chest to bend you in half; leaving you completely trapped between his solid chest and the unforgiving table - you saw stars.

Levi chuckled, a low, sweet sound, and began pounding down into you, fucking you properly now. You lolled your head to the side limply, letting out uncontrollable little "ah" sounds at each thrust of his hips, his cock hitting you impossibly deep in this new angle, base brushing against your clit.

He fixed you with a heated stare, looking down at you through his lashes, silver eyes dwarfed by black.   "Nothing to say, hm? Where’s that big mouth now?" He teased.

Your fingers grasped at the edge of the desk, jostled back and forth by the unwavering buck of his hips. "I... -hah... I-..."

You opened and closed your mouth a few times, blubbering; mind buzzing static, numbed by the sparks of pleasure as he fucked into you.

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, unable to conjure up a reply to give him. He hummed, seemingly pleased with your lack of coherence.

"So thats it." He brushed a finger tenderly across your lower lash line, smearing the beaded tears there along the delicate skin of your undereye. "Just needed your Captain to fuck that attitude out of you, huh?"

You found yourself nodding mindlessly, one of his hands reached out to smack your thigh gently, then trailed up to press against your clit and rub, sliding his fingers over your sopping wet arousal.

You were writhing below him, making inarticulate sounds, back arched off the desk and lifting your hips up desperately to meet his pace.

Pulling your leg loose from his shoulder, he wrapped it over his hip. You slid your other foot over and hooked around his waist, pulling him in close. Levi hunched over you in response, engulfing your view, elbows bent around either side of your head, caging you completely in his grasp.

He pressed his bare chest against the clammy skin of your breasts, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck as he rutted into you, letting out little huffs of air.

"Perfect cunt." Levi rasped into your ear, the brazen compliment making you flush. The Captain must be as far gone as you were.

To hear your superior slur those filthy words to you, with his cock buried deep in your pussy, sent a shiver straight down your spine. You could feel yourself teetering dangerous close to the edge.

He angled his face, brushing his lips over your skin to sink his teeth down into your shoulder. You clenched around him at the sharp burst of pain, and he groaned.

"Fuck, feel you twitching…” He huffed, breath hot over your ear. “Gonna cum?"

His inky hair tickled your skin where your foreheads were nestled together, both your eyes locked onto where he was fucking his cock into you, causing obscene wet slapping sounds. His hips were grinding sloppily now against your shaking thighs, just as close as you were to unravelling.

You nodded your head frantically, whining and squirming below him, eyes unfocused and teary - overwhelmed as the boiling pleasure threatened to spill over.

"-'m cumming Levi..." You managed to choke out, vision blurring at the edges.

Levi’s hips stuttered at your announcement, his fingers laced through your hair and he tugged gently, pulling your gaze up to meet his eyes.

You were a mess; low-lidded eyes glossed with tears as you peered up at him, face beet red, drool smeared across your swollen lips, glistening.

You felt Levi twitch inside you as he drank in the sight of you, sliding his other hand down to roll over your clit in tandem with his thrusts.

"Give it to me." He demanded, voice hoarse.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, as the tightly wound coil of pleasure finally snapped at his request.

Despite his own looming orgasm, Levi fucked you through it. Hips snapping haphazardly, he was gone; moaning borderline inaudible, filthy words in your ear.

You wrapped yourself around him, fingers grasping, clawing at his toned back, and feet digging into his narrow hips to pull him impossibly closer.

"Inside, f-fill me -ah.. up, Captain!" You sobbed into his ear.

You felt his hips stutter, then he was pulsing, white hot and grinding into you slow a few times before pushing in, cursing as he nestled his cock in as deep as it could go.

You whined at the feeling of him pressing his hips down into you. His dark eyes glazed,  watching you clenching around him.

You released your grip on him and collapsed back onto the desk, limp.

Rocking into you, he whined out small sounds of satisfaction as he rode out his orgasm.

Savouring the residual sparks of pleasure, you hummed at the feeling of fullness, before he slid out of you with a gasp.

"You okay?" Levis voice broke the serene bliss, you cracked an eye open, and tilted your head forward to look up at him.

He stood between your parted legs, leant over slightly, tips of his fingers pressed against the wood of the desk either side of you.

His hair was slick, bangs plastered to his forehead. You didn’t miss the way his darkened eyes were still fixated on your swollen pussy, where you were sure his cum was dribbling out.

Your eyes glossed over his heaving chest, the curves of his abs, pulled taut from the exertion, down the trail to the mess of your arousal, glistening in the dark hair above his cock.

Resting your head back onto the smooth wood, you nodded, eyes drooping shut.

Feeling satisfied for the first time in months, you kept your eyes closed, content to listen to the sounds of him padding around the room.

His gentle footfalls left the office, escaping to his private quarters for a few minutes, before he returned.

You sighed in appreciation when you felt the press of a soft, warm cloth against your thigh.

The slide of the smooth cotton against your skin was blissful, you sat up to watch him tenderly clean you up, a pair of grey sleep pants low on his hips, his stormy eyes narrowed slightly in focus.

"Thankyou." You offered, breaking the comfortable silence, trembling slightly against his grasp when he ran the cloth over your inner thigh.

Levi hummed in response, eyes breaking from his task to look you over. "Seems like you needed that pretty bad." He mused.

You gave a small, slightly embarrassed chuckle. "Yeah, its been a while."

He arched a thin brow at you, and turned his attention back to wiping the cloth over your skin, feather soft. "Well, next time, just ask before you tackle me into a mud field, okay?"

You smiled, cheeks dusted pink.

"Deal."

[saturnville]

Care | David Cliff

Pairing: David Cliff (The High Note) x Black Fem OC (Sybelle Selene Jackson) Summary: David will always go the extra mile to ensure Sybelle is cared for. Warnings: Suggestive content. WC: 2529 Reference: Care by Sonder AN: Because @youreadthatright asked about David and Sybelle. I genuinely hope you enjoyed it. Please let me know your thoughts! Remember: likes are appreciated, but reblogs, asks, and comments are encouraged!

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After the day she had, she fully understood why her mother befriended a bottle of wine and a cigarette now and then after a shift that turned tumultuous in minutes. Frustration greeted her with a kiss, while exhaustion welcomed her with a hug. All tell-tale signs to release the gas and pump the brake—a message that wouldn’t be visible even if it were tattooed on her eyelids. 

Hyper independence and stubbornness worked together like a well-oiled machine. As long as the work got done, nothing else mattered. The music mattered; the music always mattered. 

The house was quiet, but her head spun like an object on a swivel. Her phone rang nonstop, and her laptop cried from being poked and prodded with calls and emails. She tried her best to keep her head above the sea of calls that demanded her attention, but she couldn’t catch her breath. She was drowning, but that damned pride of her tugged her back, unsure of letting go. 

She hardly registered her husband’s presence over the brain-rotting sound of a privileged artist ranting on the other side of the receiver. Sybelle dropped her head into her hands and sighed deeply, trying her best to regain control over the situation. Hours seemed to pass before the call ended, and Sybelle tossed her phone on the desk with a frustrated sigh. It wasn’t long before another name came on the screen, and her ear-blitzing ringtone ricocheted off the green accent wall in their shared office. 

He saw the tension in her posture. How her shoulders rolled over and how her spine curled. Something weighed on her heavily to the point of physically distorting her comfort. He didn’t like it. 

Sybelle’s phone was covered by a hand that wasn’t hers as she tried to reach for it, desperate to get the call out of the way. Her eyes cut toward him, filled with an emotion neither of them could name. Her hand darted to snatch the phone from him, but one stern look had her retreating to her seat with her hand at her side. “Redirect the calls. I’ll take care of it. Just…no calls for 48 hours, alright? I appreciate it.” Sybelle’s lips parted as she prepared to protest. “You’re done for the day, Sybelle.”

Her protests didn't fall on deaf ears; he chose not to engage verbally. When she attempted to pull her phone from his fingers, he slid it into the pocket of his sweatpants. This was not the most secure location, he realized, as she'd grown accustomed to exploring what was beneath the loose fabric and had no issue with doing so. However, her body stilled when he crouched down, fingers grazing her ankle. 

One foot at a time, his hand cupped the bottom of her outrageously elevated stilettos. The softest sigh replaced all her fussing and fighting as she wiggled her pedicured toes. His eyes lifted to soak in her current state. Her eyelids were low, her shoulders had dropped just an inch, and she slumped back against the cushion of her favorite chair. "I don't want you touching that phone tonight, Belle." His firm statement pulled her out of her state of relaxation. 

"D, I have to--ooh, that feels good," she moaned softly as his thumbs pressed against the tender part of her foot. She inhaled deeply and sighed. "I've got to work. The project..." The rest of her sentence blended with Leon Thomas's soft melodies. 

“…isn’t going anywhere,” David finished. “You’ve been working too hard. Let me take care of you tonight. We can order your favorite takeout, eat, watch a movie, I’ll eat you during the movie, then we go to sleep and start all over in the morning.” He winked at her quickly, and Sybelle laughed out loud at his attempt to coerce her into relaxation. 

His efforts were greatly appreciated. In a world where she never felt like she could slow down because breaks didn’t exist for Black women, her husband served as a steady reminder that she could slow down and let someone take care of her. And with him, she didn’t have to beg. It was something he wanted to do. Provide comfort. 

As her laughter faded, she smiled softly. Her eyes caught his, wide and full of love for her. How could he not oblige his request? And better yet, for her well-being, why fight it? She sank further in the chair and relished in the reduction of sore feet as her husband catered to her intentionally. “Okay, baby,” she said after some time. Her eyes fluttered closed. “Whatever you say.”

Leon’s voice morphed into that of Brent Faiyaz before she realized. She found herself humming along to the lyrics under her breath. She was in a daze in Lalaland until David’s fingers of magic stopped working against her flesh. One eye popped open, and she saw him standing on his feet. A pout formed on her lips as she asked, “That felt good; why’d you stop?” 

David laughed. “My thumbs hurt, girl. And that bath won’t stay hot forever. Get upstairs. I’m about to order this food.” He left no room for objection. Sybelle placed her hand in his awaiting palm, a little voice in the back of her mind nagging about the time she could be spending finishing a track, but she saw how much effort he put into creating a calm environment for her. She’d feel even worse than she did if she disrupted it. 

Sybelle let him undress her when they reached their bathroom. One by one, he peeled each layer off her body, his lips brushing against every place they could touch. She shuddered as they found their way to her hip, nipping and sucking as his fingers hooked around her black underwear, tugging them down. She stepped out of them, her body on full display. David inhaled deeply—a goodness in human form. 

“Will you join me?” Sybelle asked, twisting her rings around her finger. She saw the wheels turning in his head. It was her moment, he thought, to relax and unwind without distraction. However, if she wanted him, who was he to reject her wish? David agreed with a nod, peeling the long-sleeve shirt off his body. 

They settled together in the tub, her back against his chest. Her hands waded in the water, and she played with the deflating bubbles. She brought some to her lips and blew them, smiling as they dispersed in the air. A comfortable silence surrounded them. David was usually an excellent conversationalist but refused to bring up work, so silence was the best option. The longer they sat in it, the more she relaxed; that was the goal. 

His touch was gentle, soothing against her shoulders. Sybelle’s lips parted to welcome the prettiest sigh that quickened his heart. “Mm…” Instead of clamoring about work and busy schedules, they planned their next getaway. 

“I would like to go to Athens. Sparta,” Sybelle started. “Maybe even trek up Mount Olympus to see the ruins, yeah?” If she had not followed her heart and chosen music, she would’ve stuck with the safe choice of becoming a history teacher. It was a love that never dwindled. David nodded twice, taking a mental inventory of her most recent desire. 

His lips parted to respond, but his phone’s notification pulled his attention away from her. He leaned over the edge of the tub—driver will arrive soon. ETA: 25 minutes. David pecked her cheek and continued to caress her wet skin. “M’sure we can make that happen. Food is gonna be here soon—“ His intention to leave her to soak her tense body by herself while he prepared to greet the delivery driver was halted when she turned in his arms. 

David’s jaw fell to make room for a shuddered sigh. Sybelle was beautiful, always had been, but here, now, with her rich skin covered in bubbles that slid off her shoulders and down the valley of her breasts while her eyelids sat low, was a sight to behold. She waded closer, settling in his lap. “We’ve got time…” 

His eyebrow raised. “Oh?” At first, he had to pry work from her cold fingers. Now, she reveled in it like rose petals on a hotel bed. It offered a benefit for both of them—she got to unwind and he got to assist her—two birds with one stone. 

Sybelle smiled small, wrapping her sudsy arms around his neck. Slowly, she brought her face closer to his. She could see every non-existent pore on his skin and count the hairs on his chin. Her lips brushed against his as her hips rocked back and forth. David’s resolve began to crumble. His mouth opened to release a low groan. “Yeah,” she breathed against his lips. “Ten minutes was never a challenge before, right?” 

The phone was long forgotten, along with the delivery order just minutes away. It was rare for him to completely let go, not worrying about life's looming responsibilities and demands. It was uncommon for her to take off multiple hats to stay in the moment. It would not be very responsible of him to return to the world when he had the empress of his universe pressed against him in a sensual hug,

Therefore, there was minimal room for rebuttal, especially when silky walls entrapped him in a vice grip he never wanted to escape. Her soft whimpers were in harmony with the rhythm of the warm water sloshing against the tub walls. David’s head lulled backward against the porcelain tub, and his hands gripped her hips, thumbs pressing into her slick skin.  “Yeah, yeah. Ten minutes…just like that, baby…mm.”

-

He clothed her, sliding her favorite nightgown over her body with ease, but not before ensuring his lips followed every place the fabric touched. He then rubbed her down in that vanilla and shea butter body whip she adored. This led to another rendezvous, which forced David to text the delivery driver to leave the package at the door, and a generous tip would be reflected in his time. 

Sybelle, drunk off her husband's affection but still coherent enough to recognize the hunger that twisted in her stomach, fought hard to open her mouth and say: “Baby, I love you, but I’m hungry.” The eyebrow raise and a light smirk she received in response let her know she walked into his following statement: “I am, too.” What a double entendre. She giggled and pressed her hands against his chest, trying to flee from the war of kisses he launched against her face and neck. His tongue traced the spot behind her ear, and she shuddered, backing away. 

With a pointed finger, she commanded, “Food now, playtime later.” Sybelle kissed his pouted lips twice and slid out of his reach. “Quicker you eat, the quicker you get to take this off, and we can go aga—“ 

David smacked his lips and moved past her with an urgency she hadn’t seen since she’d been home. With a playful tone, he said, “Move, girl. You takin’ too long, I’m hungry.” Sybelle gasped out a laugh and shoved his shoulder playfully, watching as he raced downstairs to scarf down his meal like a child eager to finish dinner so they’d get dessert. But she was his dessert. 

The dessert he’d have to wait to savor because, in purse David fashion, he made a mess. It was intentional, she noted. The spoon was centimeters away from her lips and pecked her cheek, a long streak of pepper sauce dripping down her face. Her jaw fell agape, and David shrugged, “Sorry, B.” What started as an innocent night between lovers ended with a kitchen covered in food as they retreated to versions of their childhood selves. 

“You are impossible,” Sybelle laughed as she brought a paper towel to her face to remove remnants of their shared meal. Her eyes danced around the kitchen. Microwave covered in sauce, counters littered with rice, and the floor wet with water. On any other day, she would have lost her mind. While she knew cleaning would be a two-man task that could’ve been avoided, she had to admit: “But, that’s the first time I’ve laughed like that in a while.” 

David grinned like he’d beaten Joe Burrow and claimed the Heisman for himself. He took a damp paper towel over her forehead to remove dirt and debris. “That was the goal. I just wanted you to relax, baby. Though…it’s gon’ have to be after we get to this.” He waved his hand toward the mess they created in tandem. 

Sybelle nodded with an amused expression on her face. She cocked her head to the side and smiled. “Well, quicker you clean, quicker we can go ups—“

His eyes lit up like stars, and a playful smirk toyed on his lips. “You know,” David cut her off, moving to grab the paper towel off the holder and the bleach spray from under the kitchen sink. “I don’t know what’s up with you and this lack of urgency, but we got things to do, B. I’m tryna take you down, girl!”

His wife threw her hands up in mock offense and dropped the used paper towel into the trashcan. “Coming, coming!”

-

Another moment of intimacy between man and wife, an additional shower that almost turned into another love session until Sybelle begged him to give her body a break (though she wanted it just as much as he did), and new pajamas later, they lay in their king-sized bed. The second Black cinema movie of the night played on the television ahead. While she tried to keep her eyes focused on the screen ahead, her eyelids grew heavy, and sleep loomed over Sybelle like a cloud. 

"Go to sleep," she heard David say gently, his hand caressing her hip. He was wide awake, his eyes trained on the television, yet by the sound of her breathing, he knew it wouldn't be long before her body shut down for the evening. 

A series of sighs escaped her lips as her body melted into the sheets. The flickering light from the television cast dancing shadows across the room that would’ve distracted her any other day. Still, in the current moment, Sybelle’s focus was slipping, her mind floating toward the beauty and tranquility of a food and love-induced sleep.

David’s hand lingered on her, fingertips tracing slow patterns across her skin. His warmth remained, his presence constant like the sun's rising and setting. “You good?” he whispered, his voice low, though he knew the answer. 

Sybelle smiled, the weight of the day and the tenderness of the night catching up to her. “Yeah,” she whispered back, her voice barely audible. “I’m good.”

With that, she shut her eyes completely, the quiet pulse of their shared breath filling the space between them. The world outside faded completely—his primary goal was accomplished. As the movie played in the background, neither noticed when the credits rolled. They had long since turned in for the night, their souls entwined, finding peace in each other's presence. 

-

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[moncherriecoups]

Muted Hearts

Some love stories are whispered, not spoken. Some promises are signed, not said.

This is ours.

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Seungcheol x f!oc | Minghao x f!oc (?)

Tags: tense relationship, idolxoc, slowburn relationship, angst

Word count: 3k

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Chapter 11

Ari barely slept.

Correction: Ari did not sleep at all.

Despite Sua’s countless reminders that they had to wake up early, Ari had spent the entire night tossing, turning, and buzzing with uncontrollable energy. Every time Sua started drifting off, a sharp whisper would cut through the silence—pulling her back into the waking world.

“Where did you even get the ticket?”

Sua groaned into her pillow. “Ari.”

“No, like, where?” Ari flopped onto her side, hugging her giant Hoshi plushie like it contained the answers to life’s greatest mysteries. “You just—had a spare VIP ticket lying around? For a Seventeen concert? A BARRICADE ticket?”

Sua pulled the blanket over her head. “Go. To. Sleep.”

Ari did not go to sleep.

Instead, she kept running her mouth, voice growing increasingly dramatic.

“I’ve never even won a raffle. I never get lucky. I have, like, the worst karma in the universe! But suddenly, my best friend is out here casually flexing VIP seats?”

Sua kicked her.

Ari shrieked, half-laughing, half-offended. “HELLO? EXCUSE ME??”

"Shut up." Sua turned away, trying to bury herself deeper into the mattress.

But Ari wasn’t done.

She gasped, sitting up as if she’d just cracked a conspiracy theory. “Wait. Wait.” She turned to Sua, narrowing her eyes. “Did Xu Minghao give it to you?”

Sua froze.

Ari leaned in, lowering her voice like they were exchanging black-market information.

"You know... since you're, like, besties now or whatever?"

Sua groaned, rubbing her temples. "Ari."

“I mean, it makes sense!" Ari started counting on her fingers. "One: You’re his favorite gallerist. Two: You guys always talk at the gallery. Three: He was totally into your exhibition, all of it, don’t even deny it." She wiggled her brows. "And four—"

"Ari." Sua shoved her back down onto the mattress. "Shut. Up."

Ari huffed, flopping onto her back. She did not shut up.

Morning came too fast.

Even with less than four hours of sleep, Ari was fully charged.

She emerged from the bedroom dressed head-to-toe in Horangdan gear—a bright orange tiger hat perched on her head, complete with floppy ears. Her nails were painted with tiny tiger stripes, and her oversized Hoshi fan was tucked securely under her arm like a prized possession.

Her phone screen? A live countdown to the concert.

Her energy? Unmatched.

Sua, meanwhile, was exhausted. She barely had the strength to grab her purse, let alone deal with Ari’s never-ending excitement.

The moment they stepped into the apartment lobby, a sleek, black luxury van pulled up to the entrance.

The door slid open—revealing plush leather seats, dim mood lighting, and a fully stocked snack bar.

Ari froze mid-step.

Silence.

Then—

“EXCUSE ME?” Ari turned so fast her tiger hat nearly flew off. She grabbed Sua’s wrist, voice rising an octave. “WHO DID YOU SLEEP WITH TO GET THIS?!”

Sua smacked her arm. “Shut up.”

Ari pointed at the van like it was a holy relic.

“This is a PRIVATE VAN. A luxury van. This—this is IDOL TREATMENT.” She turned back to Sua, eyes wild. “SUA.”

Sua ignored her and climbed in, casually settling into the plush seats.

Ari scrambled in after her, immediately inspecting the interior.

“Oh my God. It has mood lighting.”

—

If Ari had been feral in the van, she was borderline unhinged by the time they arrived at the venue.

The second their tickets were scanned, and they were let inside for soundcheck, Ari nearly fell to her knees.

“Sua.” She gripped her shoulders. “I need you to physically restrain me.”

Sua deadpanned. “I think I need to put you on a leash.”

They made their way into the standing section, right up to the barricade. The massive stage loomed ahead, still empty, save for a few staff members setting up in the background. Around them, other VIPs were already buzzing with excitement, adjusting their cameras and murmuring in anticipation.

Ari? Absolutely losing it.

“I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS,” she whisper-shouted, gripping the barricade. “HOSHI IS GOING TO BREATHE THE SAME AIR AS ME. IN APPROXIMATELY FIVE MINUTES.”

Sua rubbed her temples. “Can you chill?”

“CHILL? CHILL?!” Ari turned to her, wide-eyed. “HOW CAN I CHILL? LOOK WHERE WE ARE, SUA.”

Before Sua could reply, the music started.

The crowd erupted into cheers as the stage lights shifted, and one by one, Seventeen members stepped out.

The energy in the venue spiked instantly. Even though it was just a soundcheck, the sheer presence of thirteen idols on stage was overwhelming.

And then—

Hoshi walked out.

Ari died on the spot.

She grabbed Sua’s arm so hard she nearly cut off her circulation. “OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD—”

Sua sighed, gently prying Ari’s claws off her. “Please don’t pass out.”

“I MIGHT.”

Hoshi adjusted his in-ear monitor, scanning the crowd casually. Then, his eyes landed on Sua.

For a split second, he hesitated.

Then—his expression shifted.

A knowing smirk.

His head tilted slightly, recognition flickering in his eyes.

Oh, he remembered her.

Sua blinked. Oh, no.

She quickly looked away, but it was too late.

Other members had noticed too.

Minghao, for one, had been casually chatting with Jun when he followed Hoshi’s gaze—and his expression hardened slightly.

Seungcheol?

Well.

Seungcheol had already spotted her the moment he stepped onto the stage.

He hadn’t reacted much—just a quick glance, a brief flicker of something in his eyes—but the slight tightening of his jaw didn’t go unnoticed.

Ari, however, was blissfully unaware.

Because at that exact moment, Hoshi waved.

Directly. At. Them.

Ari stopped breathing.

“H—H—H—” She made an unholy noise, slapping Sua’s arm aggressively. “DID YOU SEE THAT?! HE LOOKED AT ME. HE LOOKED. AT. ME.”

Sua exhaled. “You’re literally wearing a full Horangdan uniform. Who else would he look at?”

But Ari wasn’t listening. She had entered a new plane of existence.

Meanwhile, just a few feet away, a cluster of hardcore fans in the VIP section had begun whispering.

Not about Hoshi.

About Sua.

One of them—a fan with a DSLR camera slung around her neck—narrowed her eyes, staring directly at Sua like she was trying to confirm something. She whispered something to the girl next to her, who immediately glanced up, her face twisting in recognition.

Then—a phone appeared.

The girl began typing rapidly, her fingers moving fast across the screen.

Ari didn’t notice.

But Sua?

She felt it.

That familiar, uneasy feeling.

It was subtle, but it was there.

The shift in energy.

The quiet murmurs.

The stolen glances.

She swallowed hard, gripping the barricade a little tighter.

Something told her something will happen.

—

“You’re staring.”

Seungcheol blinked.

Jeonghan smirked. “Should I get you a telescope?”

“Shut up,” Seungcheol muttered, adjusting his in-ear monitor.

But he wasn’t fooling anyone.

Because his eyes kept darting back to the barricade.

Specifically—to Sua.

She was right there.

Front row, center.

His girlfriend, in the middle of thousands of fans.

She looked adorable.

Her oversized sweater swallowed her frame, her Seungcheol fan tucked under one arm like she was embarrassed to hold it up. Her hair was tucked behind her ears, and she kept adjusting her grip on the barricade, her eyes flickering between the stage and the fans around her.

He knew she was nervous.

Even from this distance, he could tell.

She was standing still, too still, while Ari bounced beside her like an overcaffeinated rabbit.

And Seungcheol—he hated that he couldn’t do anything.

Not now.

Not when the lights were dimming, and the soundcheck was about to start.

Still, he couldn’t stop looking at her.

And apparently, everyone noticed.

“HYUNG!”

Seungkwan yanked his arm, hard.

“You’re BLUSHING,” Seungkwan whispered dramatically, eyes gleaming with pure chaos.

Seungcheol scowled. “No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you are,” Jeonghan hummed, eyes twinkling.

“You look like you wanna jump off the stage,” Mingyu added.

Seungcheol was this close to throwing his mic at them.

But before he could snap, the music cue boomed through the venue, and they moved into their positions.

Just as the lights hit the stage—

A scream pierced through the air.

Not just any scream.

Sua’s scream.

But she wasn’t screaming for him.

She was screaming for—

“DOKYEOOOOM!!!”

Seungcheol whipped his head around so fast he almost snapped his neck.

Dokyeom, who had just been vibing peacefully, flinched.

“Huh?” he blinked, clearly startled as he looked toward the crowd.

Sua waved enthusiastically.

Seungcheol’s eye twitched.

Jeonghan burst out laughing.

“Oh, this is PRICELESS,” he cackled. “She just screamed for Dokyeom right in front of you.”

Mingyu clapped a hand over his mouth, trying—and failing—to stifle his wheezing laughter.

Meanwhile, Dokyeom looked extremely confused.

Because he knew exactly who Sua was.

And she was, very much, his hyung’s girlfriend.

So why was she yelling for him like some excited fangirl?

Seungcheol felt his blood pressure rise.

Because he knew why.

She was messing with him.

That little—

He turned back to the barricade, and—

Yup.

Sua was smirking.

Smirking.

Like she knew exactly what she was doing.

Seungcheol narrowed his eyes.

“You okay, hyung?” Seungkwan snorted, nudging him.

“I’m fine,” Seungcheol gritted out.

But he wasn’t.

Not when Sua was still grinning at him, her face full of mischief, as if daring him to react.

Oh, it’s war.

—

The soundcheck had been an experience. For Sua, it was a mix of secondhand embarrassment from babysitting Ari and the awkward tension from the members recognizing her. For Ari, it was the greatest moment of her life—or at least that’s what she had been shrieking about the entire walk back to the van.

Now, as they finally climbed into the vehicle, Ari collapsed onto the seat with the drama of an Oscar-winning actress.

“Oh. My. God.” She clutched her chest like she had just run a marathon. “I can die happy now. Hoshi looked at me. He actually—” She gasped. “We made EYE CONTACT.”

Sua, still reeling from her little stunt with Seungcheol, let out a breathless laugh.

“Uh-huh.” She plopped down beside Ari, kicking off her shoes.

“No, you don’t get it, Sua,” Ari whined, clutching her wrist. “He saw me. He acknowledged me. He even—” She suddenly grabbed Sua’s shoulders.

“WHAT IF HE RECOGNIZED ME?!”

Sua blinked. “…Why would he recognize you?”

Ari froze.

Then she slowly let go, clearing her throat. “Right. Never mind. Not important.”

Sua narrowed her eyes. “Ari…”

“ANYWAY.” Ari abruptly turned away, eyes lighting up as she finally noticed the inside of the van.

And then she froze.

Her mouth fell open.

“Sua,” she whispered.

Sua turned to her, confused. “What?”

Ari’s eyes darted around the spacious, pristine interior—the plush leather seats, the stocked mini fridge, the perfectly arranged blankets and warmers, the small basket of snacks nestled beside them.

A basket of snacks that was filled with…

Ari snatched one of the packs of shrimp chips and held it up like it was evidence in a crime scene.

“This is your favorite snack.”

“...Yeah?”

Ari grabbed a bottle of chamomile tea from the fridge. “And this. You always drink this at night.”

“Ari—”

Ari slowly turned to her, eyes narrowed.

“…Sua.”

Sua gulped.

Ari’s voice dropped. “Be honest with me.”

Sua swallowed hard.

“Are you,” Ari leaned in, “dating Xu Minghao?”

Sua choked.

“What?!”

Ari pointed at the snacks. “Be fr! No friend would go this far unless he’s—” she gasped, hand flying to her mouth. “Oh my God. Are you his secret muse?!”

Sua buried her face in her hands. “Oh my God, Ari.”

“I KNEW IT!”

“You did NOT.”

“Then how do you explain this?!” Ari waved around the luxurious setup. “A VIP ticket. A private VAN. Snacks stocked exactly to your taste?!”

Sua sputtered.

“Admit it, Sua,” Ari said dramatically. “You and Minghao… It all makes sense now. You’re secretly dating—”

“Ari.”

Ari stopped.

Sua gave her a deadpan look.

“I’m not dating Minghao.”

Ari squinted. “Then who—”

Sua’s phone vibrated.

She glanced down and saw a text from Seungcheol,

Hey, I'm glad to see you

I hope the van is comfortable enough

Did you eat yet? See you again soon

Sua’s stomach flipped.

She hesitated, thumbs hovering over the screen.

Ari leaned over.

Sua immediately tilted her phone away. “HEY.”

“OH MY GOD.” Ari gasped. “WHO WAS THAT?!”

“N-NO ONE.”

“NO. THAT REACTION??” Ari grabbed her shoulders. “SUAAAAA. WHO WAS THAT??”

Sua shoved her off. “NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS.”

Ari LET OUT A SCREAM.

“Oh my God, YOU’RE DATING SOMEONE—”

“ARI, DROP IT.”

“OH, I AM NOT DROPPING THIS.”

Ari slumped back into her seat, arms crossed.

“Fine,” she huffed. “I’ll find out eventually.”

Sua sighed, rubbing her temples.

Ari suddenly leaned forward. “Can I have these shrimp chips?”

“…Take the whole basket, Ari.”

Ari cheered.

—

By the time the concert was about to start, the atmosphere inside the venue had shifted completely. What had been a chaotic mix of screaming, excitement, and restless energy during soundcheck had now transformed into something electric—anticipation crackling in the air like a storm about to break.

Sua felt it.

The vibration beneath her feet as the bass thumped through the speakers, the collective hush of thousands of fans waiting, the way her own heart pounded in her chest.

Ari, on the other hand—

“OH MY GOD, IT’S STARTING!!”

Sua barely had time to register the sudden assault on her eardrums before Ari was grabbing her arm, shaking her violently as the lights dimmed.

“Ari, please,” she wheezed, prying her fingers off.

But Ari wasn’t even listening. She was too busy clutching her Hoshi fan like a lifeline, practically bouncing on her feet as the intro VCR played on the massive screens.

And then—

The music HIT.

The first beat of “Fearless” BOOMED through the stadium, and the entire venue exploded.

Screams, flashing lights, the sheer force of thousands of fans jumping in sync—it was overwhelming in the best way possible.

Sua felt the rush of it, the kind of thrill she hadn’t experienced in years. The kind that only came from being one of them.

Not Seungcheol’s girlfriend. Not an outsider.

Just a fan.

And then the members emerged on stage.

Ari LOST IT.

“OH MY GOD, HOSHI—”

Sua, meanwhile, had her eyes locked on one person.

Seungcheol.

He was at the center, stepping forward like he owned the entire stage. Dressed in all black, his gaze sharp, his stance powerful, his movements precise.

He looked so different from the man who had clung to her in bed, whining about missing her just a night ago.

No—this wasn’t her Cheol.

This was S.COUPS, the leader, the performer, the man the entire world was watching.

And yet—

When the lights flashed across the stage, and their eyes met for the briefest second—

Sua saw it.

The slight quirk of his lips. The way his brows lifted just a little in amusement.

He knew she was watching.

And then, just like that—

He was gone, swept into the performance.

Sua swallowed hard.

And then, because she was still a fan first, she reached into her bag and pulled out her own Seungcheol fan.

Yes.

A massive impict of her own boyfriend.

Ari, who was too busy screaming over Hoshi, didn’t notice at first.

But when Sua hesitantly lifted the fan in front of her face, half-hiding behind it—

Ari froze.

And then she let out a choked sound.

“OH. MY. GOD.”

Sua winced. “Ari—”

“ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?!”

Sua turned red.

Ari pointed at her in disbelief. “YOU’RE FANGIRLING OVER S.COUPS???”

Sua hissed. “SHUT UP.”

But Ari was howling. “YOU’RE SO EMBARRASSING.”

Sua ignored her.

Because on stage, Seungcheol had noticed.

For just a split second, his eyes flickered to the fan she was holding up—

And then—

He grinned.

Before Sua could even process that—

The music transitioned.

Straight into “Ash.”

Sua froze.

Oh, no.

Because that meant—

That meant this was one of Seungcheol’s most intense performances.

And sure enough—

The moment the beat dropped, Seungcheol’s entire expression changed.

Gone was the amused boyfriend.

Now, he was serious. Focused. Dangerous.

With the way he moved, the way his jaw clenched, the way sweat dripped down his temple—

He looked GOOD.

Sua gulped.

And then—

Seungcheol did something evil.

He glanced toward her section—right at her—and ran a hand through his damp hair.

And smirked.

Sua. DIED.

Ari screamed. “OH MY GOD, HE DID THAT ON PURPOSE.”

“I HATE HIM,” Sua wheezed, clutching her fan.

Ari cackled. “YOU LOOK LIKE YOU’RE ABOUT TO PASS OUT.”

“I AM.”

Meanwhile, Seungcheol just went back to rapping, like he didn’t just end her entire bloodline.

And worst of all—

The whispers had started.

Right around them.

Sua didn’t notice at first, still reeling from the fact that her ultimate bias was TOO powerful for her heart to handle.

But then she saw it—

A few heads turning toward her section.

Some fans in the VIP barricade were typing rapidly on their phones, whispering to each other.

A girl a few rows back was pointing.

Another had her camera trained on Sua.

And when Sua turned slightly—

She froze.

Because a few rows away, staring straight at her—

Was the same girl who cornered  her at  the gallery.

—

The concert was supposed to be at its peak—laughter, euphoria, and the exhilarating chaos that came with Aju Nice’s never-ending encore.

But for Sua, it felt like she was being swallowed whole.

The air around her was stifling.

It wasn’t just the whispers anymore. Eyes were on her. Sharp, prying, accusatory.

And it wasn’t just the people near her.

From the corner of her eye, she caught movement from other sections—some hardcore fans were shifting closer. Some were moving from the upper VIP rows, weaving their way down toward her.

Ari saw it too.

A lot of them were foreign fans, decked out in merch, their phones already raised. Some had their cameras recording, whispering rapidly in another language, pointing—at Sua.

Ari’s stomach twisted.

She was no idiot. She had seen how things worked in fandom spaces. The way certain types of fans reacted when they thought their idols were getting "too close" to someone.

And Seungcheol had been coming to their section too many times tonight.

The energy was turning.

From the moment Seungcheol had looked their way during soundcheck, the whispers had started. But now, the intensity was different. More dangerous.

And then—

A sharp shove.

Sua stumbled forward.

It wasn’t an accident.

Someone had pushed her.

Ari snapped around.

But before she could catch the culprit, another girl—a different one this time—brushed against Sua, her elbow digging into her side a little too forcefully.

Sua went rigid.

It kept happening. Small, subtle touches—but each one held weight.

An arm pressing against hers. A lightstick knocking into her shoulder. A step just a little too close, forcing her backward.

It was like they were closing in.

And then—

One of them grabbed her wrist.

Sua jerked back, heart hammering.

Ari snapped.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” she barked, shoving the girl's hand away.

The girl barely even reacted—she just smirked and turned away, disappearing back into the jumping crowd.

Sua’s breathing was shaky.

Ari grabbed her immediately.

“Sua—”

And then—movement on stage.

Seungcheol.

He had been laughing, caught in the chaos of the never-ending encore—but then his gaze landed on their section.

He froze.

His expression darkened.

And then, he started moving.

Ari cursed. No, no, no—

Seungcheol walked straight to the front of the stage, stopping directly in front of them.

Sua felt everything crash at once.

The fans noticed immediately.

“What the hell?”

“Why is he looking over here?”

“That’s the girl from—”

“Holy shit, it’s her. It’s really her.”

Ari felt her entire body go cold.

And then—another shove.

This time, it was harder. Sua barely managed to keep her balance.

Ari saw red.

But before she could do anything—

Another movement—not on the main stage,

Minghao.

His expression was thunderous.

He had seen everything.

And before Ari could even process it, he had already moved.

He wasn’t even on their side of the stage, but he was calling for security.

Within seconds, staff members began moving toward them.

Ari yanked Sua toward the aisle.

“We’re getting out of here. Now.”

“But—”

“Sua.” Ari’s voice was firm, almost frantic. “Come on. Now.”

Before Sua could say another word, Ari was already pulling her toward the exit.

—

Getting out of the concert hall should have felt like a relief.

It wasn’t.

The second Sua and Ari stepped into the open corridor leading to the exit, the whispers followed.

No—not whispers.

Sneers.

Muttered insults.

The low hum of resentment bubbling just beneath the surface.

And then—

A deliberate bump against Sua’s shoulder.

Ari reacted immediately.

“Watch it!” she snapped, her voice sharp as she turned.

The girl—a petite thing in a crop top and a Seventeen jacket—didn’t even look guilty.

If anything, she looked satisfied.

And she wasn’t alone.

Just a few steps ahead, another group of girls had stopped walking altogether, blocking the hallway.

Ari’s stomach dropped.

This wasn’t random.

This wasn’t an accident.

They were waiting for them.

Sua must have realized it too, because she subtly grabbed onto Ari’s wrist. Her fingers were ice cold.

Ari exhaled sharply.

Fine. If they wanted a fight—

“You should be ashamed.”

The words came from the girl who had bumped into Sua. Her voice was calm, almost bored.

But her eyes—sharp, cruel—told a different story.

Another girl, standing next to her, tilted her head mockingly.

“Seriously. How much did you pay?”

Ari’s blood boiled.

“What the hell are you talking about?” she snapped.

A quiet laugh.

“You think we don’t know?” Another girl crossed her arms. “We’ve known about her for weeks.”

Sua’s grip on Ari’s wrist tightened.

Ari’s pulse spiked.

This wasn’t just random hate.

They knew.

They knew.

The private forums. The underground sasaeng sites. That’s where this was coming from.

And that meant—

They had been watching. Waiting.

The girl at the front smirked. “You must be so proud of yourself. Playing innocent when you’re just another—”

Ari snapped.

“Say another word and see what happens.”

The group of girls laughed.

It was so casual, so mocking, it made Ari’s vision blur with rage.

But then—

Another voice.

A male voice.

“Excuse me. You need to keep moving.”

The security staff.

Minghao’s men.

The girls’ expressions twisted. They weren’t stupid—they wouldn’t risk getting kicked out.

For a moment, Ari thought they might push back.

But after a tense few seconds, they scoffed and walked away.

Ari didn’t move until they disappeared completely.

Only then did she turn back to Sua—

—only to find her shaking.

Not crying.

Not reacting.

Just—standing there, frozen.

Ari’s stomach clenched.

She gently grabbed Sua’s wrist. “Come on.”

Sua didn’t say anything.

Didn’t protest.

She just let Ari pull her away.

—

The van felt too quiet.

Sua hadn’t said a word since they got in.

Not when the doors shut.

Not when the driver asked if they were okay.

Not even when Ari ranted the entire ride back about those psychotic sasaengs.

She just sat there, hands clenched in her lap, eyes blankly staring at nothing.

Ari was worried.

Like, really worried.

Because Sua wasn’t just shaken.

She looked like she was somewhere else entirely.

Ari had seen her upset before—angry, frustrated, annoyed—but this?

This was different.

“Hey,” Ari finally said, nudging her lightly. “Say something. You’re freaking me out.”

Sua blinked.

Slowly.

Like she’d just remembered where she was.

“…Sorry.”

Ari frowned. “You don’t have to apologize. That was insane. Are you okay?”

Another pause.

Then—

A small, forced smile.

“I’m fine.”

Liar.

Ari narrowed her eyes. “No, you’re not.”

Sua exhaled, tucking her hands between her knees.

“I should’ve known,” she murmured.

Ari froze.

“What?”

Sua didn’t look up. “I should’ve known this would happen.”

Ari stared at her.

For a moment, she didn’t know what to say.

And then—

Her stomach dropped.

Because she realized what Sua meant.

She thought this was her fault.

“Okay, absolutely not,” Ari said firmly. “That’s not on you. Those girls were insane.”

Sua shook her head, still staring at her lap.

“They weren’t wrong.”

Ari’s jaw dropped. “Excuse me?”

Sua finally looked up.

And that’s when Ari saw it.

The guilt.

The deep, suffocating guilt in her eyes.

“They knew about me before today,” Sua said quietly. “Which means people have been talking about me for weeks.”

Ari didn’t respond.

Because she knew where this was going.

“And now, because of tonight…” Sua inhaled sharply. “It’s going to get worse.”

Ari felt sick.

Not just because Sua was blaming herself.

But because she wasn’t wrong.

Minghao had called security for her. Seungcheol had stood there on stage, staring directly at her.

Even if people hadn’t been sure before…

Now they would be.

The rumors weren’t just whispers in sasaeng circles anymore.

By tomorrow, they would be everywhere.

Ari clenched her fists. “Listen to me.”

Sua didn’t.

She just kept going.

“I’m putting him at risk.”

Ari froze.

“That’s not true,” she said immediately.

But Sua laughed softly.

Not because it was funny.

Because it was helpless.

“It is, though.” She leaned back against the seat, pressing her fingertips against her temples. “He’s about to go on tour, and now I’m a liability.”

Ari hated that she couldn’t argue.

Because as much as she wanted to say Sua was wrong…

The truth was, she wasn’t.

The sasaengs weren’t going to let this go.

Neither would the hardcore fans.

And Seungcheol?

His entire career depended on his public image.

If things spiraled…

Ari swallowed hard. “Seungcheol doesn’t care about that.”

“I do.” Sua’s voice was quiet.

And that’s when Ari realized.

This wasn’t just about what happened tonight.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Second Best 6

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Lee Bodecker

Summary: The newly-single sheriff sets his eye on an unexpected match.

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You get a mouthful of grass as you struggle to wriggle free of the sheriff’s weight. Your arms strain, caught in the metal cuffs, as you grunt and kick your feet desperately. Helplessness coils around you, flurrying your nerves and rippling through your muscles. No matter how you fight, you know it’s a losing battle. 

It isn’t just the physical difference, but everything else. You’re just some aimless girl working at the hotel for minimum wage and he’s the sheriff. He has a badge behind every word he says. How easily had he convinced your parents of your alleged criminal leanings? 

“Sheriff, sir,” you puff as you turn your head and he pins your shoulders, forcing your cheek to the ground, “you don’t have to do this--” 

“Mm, don’t gotta do what?” He taunts as your shoulders ache beneath his grip. 

“Whatever you’re... thinking,” you rasp, “please, I’m sorry. For whatever I did,” your adrenaline quavers in your voice, “please, just let me go home.” You close your eyes and heave, “I want to go home.” 

He snickers and leans over you, rolling his pelvis against your ass until you yipe. You can feel him through his pants. That firmness wipes away every doubt and hope you had left. 

“You wanna know what I’m gonna do?” He snarls. 

You whimper, “please, no. Please, I didn’t do anything--” 

“Sure ya did,” he slides a hand over and fists a clump of hair, yanking your head up, “you got my attention.” 

“No, please,” you snivel as your eyes singe, “sir--” 

“You keep calling me sir,” he purrs, “it’s making my balls throb.” 

You can’t help the grimace that twists your face as you open your eyes. You peer down the ditch, the overgrown grass patched across the dirt. You dig your toes into the ground and try to push yourself forward. He snorts and pulls your head higher. 

“You keep wiggling around like that, and you’re really gonna get it,” he sneers as his other hand crawls down your back. “Don’t worry, girl, it won’t take long. Not with the way my dick’s hurtin’.” 

Your lips quivers and you heave in air. Why is this happening to you? Why can’t he just go bug Greta or anyone else? Why you? You’re a good girl, you mind your business, you never hurt anyone. 

You gulp down a sob, your body lurching with horror. You can’t suppress the next one. Your body wracks as you’re overtaken by futility. Your head hangs limp from his grasp as your tears spill over and drown in fear. He pets your back, hushing you as his thick fingers delve beneath your shirt. 

“Come on, kitten, y’ain’t gotta make it bad,” he coos, “ya know, isn’t how I wanted it to be neither.” 

He drags his hand down to grip the top of your jeans. You gnash your teeth as he pushes your head down into the dirt. You shudder as he lifts himself and rips your pants down your ass. Your underwear twist up under the denim and a tremor rolls through your body. 

“See, ya shaking for me, baby,” he growls and leans onto your skull as his shifts on his knees. 

You hear a wet noise, the suck of his mouth and he pushes two wet fingers along your ass. He delves between your cheeks and feels your puckered hole. You clench and spasm, crushed beneath his immovable weight. You whine. 

“Sheriff, sheriff,” you plead into the dirt, “sheriff, please. You can st--” 

He prods until his finger dips inside you, chafing against your tautness. You croak and another sob bubbles free. The burning is unlike anything you’ve felt before. He pushes further, to his knuckle, then the next, until he’s bottomed out. He wiggles his finger and you whimper. 

“See, I knew by the looks of ya, you had a nice ass,” he grits out, “thing is, I don’t wanna dirty ya, sweet little virgin like you. I'll leave ya pussy be.” He slips his finger out slowly, “for now.” 

He chuckles as he shoves his finger into you again. He thrusts in and out, your back arching as your ass squeezes around his intrusion. He groans and rolls his hips, simulation more in tandem with his hand. 

He puts a second finger to your hole and wiggles his hand, easing both inside. You holler and he pushes your head harder into the ground. He hisses for you to be quiet as he buries his fingers in to his knuckles. He rams his hand harder, jolting your body as he works his wrist steadily. 

“Fuck, kitten, the way you’re clinging to me. How long you been waiting for a man?” He snickers and once more shifts his weight over you. 

You twitch and babble as he slides his fingers free, leaving your hole fiery. He huffs and his hand moves down to your neck. Your bones strain under him as he leans on you and you hear a clink and the subtle whisper of metal teeth parting. The fabric of his pants slacken against your ass and he angles down over you. 

“Sheriff,” you squeal as his fingertips pinch your neck. “Please--” 

“Shhhhh,” he lays his torso against yours as he lines his tip up between your cheeks, “I told ya, I won’t be too long.” 

He rubs himself up and down, teasing your hole as it puckers, and nuzzles the back of your head. Your shoulders brace as you try to buck him off. You don’t do much more than spasm. He pushes against your ass and stretches you, a dull pain radiating through your tailbone. 

He rocks against your body’s resistance. He grunts as he pulls his hand back, wetting his fingers in his mouth and smearing his spit around your hole again. He presses his tip once more to your ring and dips his hips. He tears through your last defense. Just the head and you can’t help but shriek and flail your legs.  

You curl your fingers, your bound hands trapped beneath his stomach as he rocks his hips slowly, working his way deeper and deeper. You shudder and shout, weeping into the dirt as it sticks to your cheeks. Every inch spreads the pain, hips, tailbone, legs, spine. He flattens you in the ditch as he scrapes in and out with long strokes. 

“Mm, you hugging on me so good, kitten,” her snarls and nips at your ear, “how about... after...” he puffs as his motion builds to a rut, “I take you for a cone, huh? For being such a good girl.” 

[friendlyrandomperson]

Nice to meet you again.

Part twenty six!! This is longer than a bit of the chapters so far! :)

New things give Eddie quite a fright at first, and it takes a few minutes for him to warm up to it.

Oh, but this? This is something new, and he does not like the fact he is warming up because of it. His face, his heart, everything.

“I’m burnin’ up an’ I know I ain’t sick!” He says, mindlessly stirring his tea in repetitive counterclockwise motions. Poppy softly laughs, covering her mouth with her wing and giving Eddie a knowing look. Eddie stops stirring, placing his spoon down and sipping on his tea.

“Dearie, who makes you feel this way?”

Eddie raises his eyebrow and sets down his cup.

“Frank, why?” Poppy snickers, shaking her head softly.

“I think you may have feelings for him, Eddie Dear. No pun intended.”

She smiles that gentle, sweet smile everyone in the neighborhood knows. That smile like a mother, loving and kind. Like raindrops on the windows, a warm embrace of a blanket in Winter when one craves the warmth the outside lacks, a laugh that feels heartfilled and not forced.

“Well o’ course I do! He makes me feel happy.” Poppy sighs softly, not in a tired way, no, in a calm way. “Oh, dearie not that kind of feeling. More of a…” she lifts her wing and shakes it, ruffling the feathers. “Fluttering?”

Eddie’s eyes widen just a little bit in understanding.

“Oh!”

“Oh.”

Eddie looks at his cup as his cheeks warm up, in that familiar way they have been, in the way they do when Frank smiles, when he sees that lightness in his expression, the way his eyes crinkle at their edges and the way his laugh carries so beautifully, like a melody. With a flustered, sheepish smile, Eddie glances back at Poppy.

“I.. s’pose that’s ‘bout right.”

💌🦋

New things, whether physical or emotional, never phased Frank before. He has always been able to navigate through the unfamiliar with logic, with reasoning.

This feeling, however, this pounding in his heart, this pooling heat in his cheeks and this warmth in his chest, is far more unsettling than anything Frank has experienced or dealt with before. It scares him, all reasoning failing to explain.

What is it, why is it here, why is it only around Eddie?

Julie has not been any help, she has simply been giggly and simply saying “Oh Frank, you really have no clue”, turning the subject away and leaving Frank more confused than before he asked her for help. Not only that, but she has been finding ways to keep the two men together, whether that is partnering them in a game or having Eddie take her role momentarily to, quote, “Show me how it’s done”.

Frank shakes his head as he closes his book, looking up and seeing the Sun is long gone, the moon giving a soft glow to the neighborhood.

“Oh, again?”

He sighs, standing up and walking inside.

⏳⌛️

"Mailman— Mr. Dear, could you stand a tad closer to Franklin please? I need you on the right, not in the middle."

Sally, with one arm still crossed, points at Eddie and wiggles her finger side to side. Eddie nods, stepping to the side and folding his hands neatly in front of himself.

"Juliet could you step forwards towards Franklin, darling?"

Julie skips over, a little farther away than Eddie but much closer to Frank than before. She folds her hands behind her back and rocks on her feet, back and forth, toes to heel to toes to heel.

"Hmmm... Mister Dear could you switch with Juliet for me?"

"I-I'm sorry, what?"

"Switch with Juliet, now."

"Okie dokie then."

Eddie looks at Julie, who looks as confused as he feels. They both shrug and switch places on the stage, both standing the way they had been previously.

"No, no, no, switch roles, Mr. Dear, do not make me repeat myself again! Juliet, give him your script."

Knowing exactly what Sally is doing, Julie hands her script to a confused, slightly nervous Eddie.

“Okay, let’s try this again. Mister Dear, if you will be so kind, start us from the start of Julie’s dialogue.”

“Wait a min’, she ain’t done nothin’ wrong, why are we switchin’?” Eddie squints at the script as if the ink will tell the truth the neighbors remain silent about.

“Oh, simply a change of pace.”

Suddenly, a loud crack of thunder rings through the auditorium, accompanied by a startled squawk from Poppy, a yelp from Eddie, and a “Woah!” From Howdy.

“Oh no, no, no!! Everyone, out, out, go home!!”

The frantic star ushers everyone out, keeping her girlfriend behind because she “cannot have a star so radiant be dulled by a storm”. Frank covers his head with his arms and is about to sprint before a darkness surrounds him and the rain stops above his head, raging around his body yet never reaching him. He glances up and sees a deep navy blue covering, two large arms around it.

“What in the— Eddie?!”

“C’mon, the Post Office is closer! Everyone’s already gone home!!”

Usually, Frank would argue that he could go alone. He is fully capable of doing so, he has even gardened in the rain because of the convenience of skipping the step of watering his plants.

Right now, all he wants is Eddie to be out of the rain, warm, safe, and dry. Frank just nods, letting Eddie guide him through the pouring rain, their feet splashing onto the ground and the wind roaring around them.

Eddie pulls open the door, welcoming both men into the pleasant, warm atmosphere of the Post Office. By this point, Eddie’s jacket has soaked through and did not provide any cover for Frank, so both men appear as if they had gone swimming.

“Heh, c’mere, I’m sure I’ve got somethin’ that you can change into.”

“Eddie, it’s really not that big of a—“

“Oh, please, you’ve got more water on ya than a fish! The least I can do fer ya is give you somethin’ dry ta have on.”

Eddie wanders off to the back room, Frank following close behind. The door opens with a slight creak, a click of the light switch revealing… darkness.

“My ‘pologies, lemme turn on those whatchamacallits.”

Eddie walks into the room unbothered, connecting two ends of fairy lights and bathing the room in a candle-like golden glow.

The room itself is moderately sized, enough to live in but not comfortable by any means. Eddie’s desk is a deep purple, a stack of construction paper stacked in the top left corner by the entrance. Little paper cranes, flowers, and butterflies are on the surface, specks of color like stars against a deep night sky.

Opening a few drawers, Eddie’s eyebrows furrow, and he puckers his lips slightly. His hair drips onto his broad shoulders, frames his face perfectly. His cheeks are tinted red, rosier than usual if you pay attention.

“That’s cute. What- no stop that. But he is really cute when he’s focused… no!”

Frank shakes his head, cheeks burning against the cold of his skin, clothes, and hair. He turns to the little origami projects and rests his hand on the desk next to a paper crane.

“Eddie, did you make these by yourself?”

“Hm?”

Eddie turns his attention towards Frank, noticing the origami he left out and blushing even more.

“Oh, that’s uh- heh that’s just somethin’ ta pass the time, ain’t half as interestin’ as yer butterflies.”

Eddie waves his hand, turning back to his drawers and sifting through some clothes.

“None o’ these are gonna fit ‘im.” Eddie sighs, pulling out a pajama set, long sleeved and collared top with a pair of pants, both white with blue vertical stripes, handing it to Frank.

“My ‘pologies in advance, these are gonna be pretty big on ya.”

Frank takes the set, the men’s fingers brushing together and setting their faces aflame.

“Thank you Eddie, I will be perfect- cough perfectly fine, thank you.”

“Oh no, you ain’t catchin’ a cold are ya?”

“No, no I’m fine. Where is your restroom?”

“Phew, alrighty then. Right over there, ‘s the door that don’t got a sign.”

“Thank you.”

Frank gives a polite smile before walking into the bathroom, closing the door and turning the lock with a gentle click. Glancing at the pile of clothes, his cheeks burn.

“Our hands just touched. That’s all. He was giving me clothes.”

Not just clothes, butterflies as well.

Frank chooses to ignore the flutter of his heart as he takes off his uncomfortable clothing, not soaking wet anymore, just slightly air dried.

Slipping on the warm, dry clothes, the soft smell of Eddie’s cologne wraps around Frank’s figure, a hug without a body to hold.

He smiles at the familiar scent, walking out of the bathroom and making his way back to Eddie’s room. He walks back in to see Eddie in a pair of matching pajamas, only his is short sleeved with shorts.

“Heh, sorry ‘bout that. I wish I had somethin’ more suited for ya.”

Frank chuckles slightly, shaking his head. “Don’t apologize, thank you for the clothes.”

The fairy lights click off, a loud crash of thunder following closely. Eddie goes to the lights and tries to click them together, exhaling through his nose when the lights would not turn on. Listening closely, he notices the lack of the hum from the heater and the florescent lights in the main part of the Post Office.

“Well, ain’t that lucky. We got no power.” Eddie turns to Frank, a shy smile on his face. Frank smiles back, glancing at the origami pieces on the desk as his eyes adjust to the sudden light change. He nervously picks up a butterfly, hands holding it like a real insect, tender and sweet, careful not to mess anything up.

“I could teach ya, if you’d like me to.” Eddie’s voice is low, hesitant, a slight quiver. “How? The power’s out.” Frank holds the butterfly to his chest, examining the delicate folds of the paper, a beautiful craft. Eddie walks over, shyly placing his hands out to take the butterfly. Frank carefully places the butterfly in Eddie’s hands, watching as he sets it down and gives Frank a piece of paper instead.

Eddie takes Frank’s hands in his own, gently moving the other man’s hands and fingers to fold the paper correctly, slow and smooth movements.

The rain and wind dance with a haunting melody of disarray, the clouds thick and allowing no light to shine through.

Usually, Frank would ignore the howling winds with a lamp, or if the lights went out, a nice candle, and a book to read. Thunderstorms never bother him unless he is overstimulated or about to be.

Eddie, on the other hand, usually hides during thunderstorms, curling up in his blanket with a flashlight and a nice, happy book to ignore the rain with. He tends to doze off sometimes, waking up tangled in a blanket, his flashlight on the floor with the beam pointing at a random spot in the room, and his book either on the floor or somewhere on the bed with no reasonable explanation for how.

Spending this time with each other, both sitting on chairs now, knees and hands together, feels right. A steady, pleasant rhythm both could get lost in for ages. The warm, firm guidance of Eddie’s hands against Frank’s, gentle verbal corrections and praises in between.

“And then, you fold it right here.”

With one last fold, the butterfly spread out, a small yellow paper butterfly.

“You did it, Frank!!”

“No, technically you did.”

“I helped you, that ain’t the same.”

Frank shakes his head with a soft chuckle, cradling the paper in his hands, the ghost of Eddie’s touch still around him.

“Thank you, Eddie.”

The room falls into a comfortable silence, the raindrops pattering on the glass of the Post Office entrance. Eddie stands up, walking over to the window and using what little light there is to check his watch.

“Goodness, look at the time!”

Eddie looks out of the window, glancing at the sign on the door. He sighs softly, flipping the sign around to say “Sorry! We’re closed ‘till (5:30 am)!” Instead of “Come on in!”.

“Well, Mister Frankly, looks like you’re stayin’ with me tonight.”

[tickle-headcanons]

Can you do gigi headcannons? Hope you're having a good day/night🙏

(Dandys world)

(of course, again sorry if these are not as good as the male character ones, but I WILL TRY MY BEST!!)

🌟 Gigi Tickle Headcanons!! 🌟

🎈 General Tickle Info! 🎈 🎁 Lee or Ler? – GIGI IS. A. LER. 💥 But also a lee-in-denial. She is a smug little gremlin and LOVES tickling others (especially if they’re shy about it), but the second someone flips the script, she’s shrieking and calling it “a betrayal of trust” 😭 🎯 Ticklish Spots – Her underarms (those big floppy sweater sleeves are hiding SENSITIVE SPOTS), her neck, and the back of her knees! Try to poke her belly and she’ll just giggle and wiggle away, but those sneaky spots? She’s DOOMED. 🎤 Her Laugh – It’s bouncy and kinda wheezy when she really gets going, like “pfft–haha–WHEEZE–stahahap!!” She’s loud, dramatic, and full of sass until she hits her limit and turns into a puddle 💞 ⚠️ Tickle Tolerance – Physically? She can take it. Emotionally? SHE’S A MESS. She acts like she’s invincible and then one scribble and she’s squealing like “OKAY OKAY YOU MADE YOUR POINT!!” 💀

🎲 Lee Gigi! 🎲 — “Pssh, I’m not ticklish. I’m way too cool for that—WAIT NONONOHOHO!!” — Wears those oversized sleeves like armor but they are NOT saving her from sneak attacks. If someone just casually boops her side through the fabric she lets out the most startled squeak 😭 — The second you find a good spot she PANICS. Tries to shimmy away, throws fake accusations like “YOU STOLE MY LAUGHTER RIGHTS!!” — Connie 100% knows her worst spots and will poke them casually when Gigi gets too smug 😌 — “YOU LITTLE—I’LL GET YOU BACK FOR THAHAHAHAT!!” — Has been caught mid-laugh and shouted “THIS IS HARASSMENT!!” while absolutely not meaning it 😭 — After a tickle attack she’ll lay there like dramatically sprawled out, giggling into her sleeve like “...I’m suing. Immediately.” 💅

🎁 Ler Gigi! 🎁 — Tease monster. No one is safe. You breathe funny and she’s like “huhuhu~ What’s this? A ticklish Toon~?” — LOVES to wiggle her fingers menacingly with sparkly anime-evil eyes and say “This little gachapon’s got PRIZES~” before POUNCING 😭 — Gets even worse if someone is denying they’re ticklish. “Ohhh? Big strong Rodger can’t handle a little tickle? HMMM??” — Targets weaknesses. If she finds out your knees are ticklish?? She's tapping them with her toe like "boop." — Tickles as revenge, as friendship, as greeting, as boredom cure—tickles are just part of her language 😭💖 — Absolute tag-team menace with Connie. One distracts, one attacks. RIP to whoever’s caught in the middle. — “What? Nooo I wasn’t tickling you. I was liberating your giggles. Duh.”

[ravennaortiz]

A Charming Wolf

Summary: 18+,AU, Angst, Smut, Opie x Reader

Opie had struggled for years with his image. Most people saw him as a monster not just for his association with the club but also his physical stature. While he knew they weren’t necessarily wrong to be wary of the beast that lurked below, it still pained him. He wanted nothing more than to be seen for the caring, gentle giant that he was. When he first met you he felt truly seen for the first time. What started off as neighbors turned into a close friendship that then blossomed into a whirlwind romance that took his breath away.

All these things blew through his mind as he stood on all fours in front of you tonight, patiently awaiting your response. He knew this was the next step if your relationship was to last but he knew all too well the risk involved in showing his true form. If you shunned him tonight….. you wouldn’t be able to see morning.  His yellow eyes tracked your movement as you approached and knelt before him gently caressing his furry ear. You barely spoke above a whisper but his lupine ears heard your statement clear as day. Heat coursed through his fur covered body at your words “I’ve always had a fantasy about this”.

Opie rubbed his cheek against your thigh as you continued to stroke his ear. He could hear your heart beat pick up and the scent of your arousal trailed through his nostrils as he took a deep breath in. You smelled like vanilla and he knew he needed to taste you. You gasped slightly as Opie suddenly shoved against you pushing you off balance and making you fall onto the couch. Your heart pounded in your chest and you felt heat pool between your legs as the couch sagged under Opies weight as he moved over you and gently nipped the tender skin of your neck. Your light moan of his name combined with your heavenly scent awakened the animal side of him. Opie turned his attention to the barrier of your shorts, using his teeth to try and tug them and your panties down your legs with your help. “Opie” you gasped as you felt his cold lupine nose against your core before he dipped his tongue into your center. Opie growled as he savored the heavenly, sweet honey taste of you as your back arched off the couch. Pleasure built as Opie you his long, thick tongue to explore your soft center taking your breath away and you too see stars as he pushed you over the edge within a couple minutes. Opie smiled wolfishly as your release drenched his furry face and your thighs squeezed around his head as your hands gripped his ears pulling him closer as you let out an incoherent moan. Your head was fuzzy and you felt like you were floating on a cloud as Opies moved away from you.

Once you had come down slightly from the high of your earth shattering orgasm you leaned up onto your elbows to look over the man you loved in wolf form. You bit your lower lip as your eyes trailed over his soft red fur from pointed muzzle to the cock between his legs. Opie watched you as you smiled mischievously before turning over on the couch and wiggling your ass in the air. Turning your head to look at him your pretty eyes dilated with lust called to him. The couch sagged as he mounted it pressing the head of his engorged cock into your center. You both groaned as the tip easily slipped in to your slick stretching you in a way that had your toes already curling. “I want it all Opie” you moaned as your eyes locked with his as you pushed back talking more of him. Without missing a beat Opie thrusted forward fully sheathing himself inside of you causing your eyes to roll back as you moaned silently, the overwhelming sensation had you gripping onto the couch cushion until your fingers hurt. Opie gave you a moment to adjust as he closed his eyes relishing in the feel of your soft walls pulsing around him. Opie slowly started thrusting in and out of you his eyes ablaze as he watched himself disappear into you with every snap of his hips, your moans a melody made specifically for him as your body gripped and released him. “Opie, feels so good” you managed to get out as your arms gave out under you as his thrust started to become quicker and your orgasm started to build again. Opie whined as he felt his knot start to swell, the urge to pour himself deep into you overpowering him. In his haste to please you he had forgotten about what it meant to do this in his wolf form. Opie’s pace stuttered as he tried to stop. “Don’t stop Opie.” You moaned as you started to grind back on him to keep him inside. “Knot me Opie” you begged as you looked back at him your gaze on his. It was like he was caught in your spell by your words as he growled and pushed back into you, his knot nudging at your center as he pounded into you stronger than ever. After a couple more hard thrust that had your face smashed into the back of the couch an obscene pop filled the air and your body convulsed under him as he shoved his knot inside you sending you over the edge into the deep chasm of pleasure. Opie’s orgasm followed right behind your causing him to howl as he felt your body milk every last ounce of his cum out of him. Opie carefully lowered his upper body onto you and nuzzled your back as the two of you caught your breath. “I love you my Charming Wolf. I choose you forever and always Opie” you murmured contently as your eyes closed.

Morning

Opie strutted into the clubhouse the next morning with a huge smile on his face. “Guess she took it well then man” stated Tig as he greeted Opie from the bar. Opie chuckled before replying “ Oh she took it well alright, took it real well several times” he stated with a wink causing Tig to choke on his coffee before he headed out to the garage to start his shift.

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[elixxiraa]

hey everyone! i experimented with this “method” for helping you become aware of your dr body/self. you may feel free to do this either laying down, sitting up, or whatever position you’d like! of course everyone’s journey is different but this has personally gotten me the closest to shifting to my dr.

in whatever position, imagine your dr self in that position. and really try to visualize your dr body starting from the top of the head. visualize your hair, eyes, facial features in great detail. slowly go down the rest of your body, visualizing what it looks like (either in first person or third). this helps you greatly as you become aware of your dr self, and detaching from your physical body well as cr. when you feel ready, wiggle or move some part of your dr body (ex: toes, fingers, ears. OR if you have piercings, visualize your dr self touching them) but not your physical body. and then, see the world around you slowly. visualize your room, bed, if you wanna throw in any of your 5 senses go ahead! stay in this state either until you fall asleep or shift awake.

TLDR: in any position, visualize your dr body starting from head to toe. then visualize the rest of your surroundings, add in any of the senses if you’d like. stay in this state until you fall asleep or shift awake.

happy shifting everyone! i hope someone may find this useful or even shift! 🪭

[thestoryteller-thedreamer]

Romance tropes I hate:

Note: You are allowed to like all of these. They are completely 100% my opinion, and there is nothing intrinsically wrong with them. Some of my favorite books/ shows/ movies/ musicals include these concepts, and they can be written well. But usually they drive me crazy.

1- Love triangles. Just, why? It really only stresses me out, even though it can be a really popular and successful story line. And when they have a character cheat on their first partner or make it this whole dramatic back and forth it gets really exhausting. They can be done well, but I feel like half of the fandom is always left unsatisfied (The Hunger Games, Harry Potter, almost all of Ninjago fans with the Jay, Nya, and Cole dynamic...)

2- Keeping secrets. If your relationship is built on lying to each other, that's probably not a good thing. And it always ends in a big blow up where the person with the secrets accidentally reveals some part of their past or identity (or *gasp* they are the hidden princess? Who saw that one coming?) and the person without the secrets is all hurt and offended and betrayed. Again, I am stressed out the whole book instead of actually enjoying the storyline. The three options that would make this plot tolerable:

a. The character without the secret admits that they knew the entire time.

b. The character with the secret quietly admits the truth in a moment of trust rather than something super dramatic.

c. Both characters were actually keeping the same secret from each other.

Those are the only options I will accept. Thank you.

3- Tall, dark, and handsome. I blame Disney's Frozen on this one. I was taught at an early age that the tall, dark, and handsome guy with dancing skills and manners is actually a creep trying to steal your crown, so you should actually pick the blond sweetheart who lives with trolls. When books have the girl swoon over the tall, dark, and handsome guy, I immediately don't trust him. I'll stay over here with my Gilbert Blythe and Peeta Mellark and Jay Walker, thank you very much.

4- Focusing on the person's physical appearance/ conventionally attractive qualities. This kind of ties into the previous one. But when someone starts describing their partner's rippling muscles or graceful curves or luscious hair or sapphire eyes, it usually earns an eye roll from me. If they have to talk about their physical appearance, make it something more unique and hard to notice without spending a lot of time together. Their partner's quirky facial expressions or their freckle shaped like a tiny heart or how they cut their nails short or the way they are always wiggling their toes or twirl a strand of hair around their finger. Even better, focus on the emotional connection, the way they make their partner feel or their speech mannerisms and weaknesses.

Come to think of it, maybe I just don't like romance?

Or I just enjoy the subtle soft spoken romance that exists solely in side plots, where the characters are already confirmed to be soul mates?

(And again, if you like any of these, please don't take offense. They are perfectly fine, I just get annoyed easily I guess XD This is entirely my opinion, not based on any actual facts or research. And I have read/ watched and loved plenty stories that include one or all four of these, so it will not ruin a story for me, I promise)