#can i get F in chat for me mutuals please

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The pain of neatly sorting out and planning your queue, only to forget to change blogs after (1) reblog from your theme-locked sideblog before doing this and now everything I've ever worked for is ruined and I need to restart it all over again

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[joelmillerisapunk]

Late night devil put your hands on me

Sugardaddy!Joel Miller x F!reader

Masterlist ☆ Sugar Daddy Masterlist

Wordcount: 2,139

Warnings: 18+, male oral receiving, reader is blindfolded, unprotected p in v. I can not ruin the rest, but there's nothing triggering. If I did miss anything, please lemme know 🥰

Summary: Your sugar daddy treats you to a surprise trip, gifting you with three sensory delights: one for touch, one for smell, and one for taste.

Notes: I hope you enjoy your first trip sugar babies

You've been chatting with Joel for the past week or so, getting to know each other and exploring a mutual attraction. It's been exciting and a little nerve-wracking, but you're enjoying the rush of new emotions that come along with having a sugar daddy.

So, when Joel calls you up unexpectedly and asks if you want to go on an overnight trip, you're caught off guard. "Tonight?" You say, looking up from your desk where you're working on a graphic design project for a client. "But that's so soon."

"I thought the terms of our agreement were clear," Joel says, his voice low and commanding. "Spontaneity is key, and I’m already down here, waiting."

You can't help but smile at his enthusiasm, enjoying the rush of this commitment. "Okay," you say, a little cautiously, knowing you're going to be cutting the deadline close. "I'll go pack a bag."

You quickly gather some clothes and toiletries, your heart racing with excitement and anticipation. When you're ready, you head outside to meet Joel.

He's waiting for you by his car, blindfold in hand. "Just trust me," he says, as he gently ties the soft fabric around your eyes, heightening your sense of anticipation and your senses in general.

You feel the cool night air against your skin as Joel leads you to his car, helping you climb into the passenger seat. You hear the trunk of the car close, your luggage now secure. The engine roars to life, and you brace yourself for the familiar sensation of the car pulling away from the curb. As he drives, you feel the smoothness of the leather seats and the gentle hum of the engine. The drive is a blur of twists and turns. The sound of gravel crunching under the tires and the occasional rustle of leaves as the wind blows lulls you into a state of excited curiosity. You feel Joel's hand on yours, gently holding it as he navigates the roads.

After what feels like hours of driving, Joel brings the car to a gentle halt. He steps out, and you can hear the faint rustle of leaves as he moves around the car to open your door. Gently, he guides you out of the car, taking your hand in his. The air is crisp and clean, filling your lungs with the scent of pine and earth.

As Joel leads you forward, you can feel the ground beneath your feet change from smooth pavement to a softer, uneven terrain. Your senses are heightened, and you can hear the distant sound of a babbling brook and the hoot of an owl echoing through what you can only assume is a forest.

Finally, just as you're about to question yourself for letting a man you barely know willingly take you to the woods, Joel removes the blindfold, and you gasp at the breathtaking view that greets you.

The moonlit sky stretches out above you, a tapestry of stars twinkling like diamonds against the inky blackness. Below, the mountains loom, majestic and timeless, their snow-capped peaks kissed by the silvery moonlight. The world seems to stretch out before you, a canvas of endless possibilities, and you can't help but feel your heart swell in awe at the beauty of it all.

"Wow," you breathe, taking in the snow-capped mountains and the endless expanse of stars overhead.

Joel smiles. "I'm glad you like it, but there's something else I want to show you.” He takes your hand and leads you towards a cozy cabin nestled in the heart of the forest. As you approach, you can see the warm glow of lamplight spilling out from the windows, casting shadows on the ground.

Joel opens the door, and you step inside. The cabin is breathtaking, with soaring ceilings and exposed wood beams. The walls are adorned with vintage skis and snowshoes. In the center of the room, there's a large stone fireplace, the logs crackling and popping as they burn. The scent of burning wood fills the air, mingling with the faint aroma of vanilla and cinnamon.

"This is amazing. How did you do all of this?" You say, your voice filled with awe.

"I thought you might enjoy it here," Joel replies, his voice low and husky. "Now, come with me." He completely ignores your question, leaving you with more questions than answers.

He takes your hand and leads you towards the bedroom. The room is dimly lit. In the center, there's a large four-poster bed adorned with plush velvet blankets and rose petals. A bottle of wine and two glasses sit on the bedside table, along with a selection of chocolates and fruit.

"This is...incredible," you say, your heart racing with excitement.

"I wanted to make this night special for you," Joel says, his eyes dark with desire. He takes your hand and leads you towards the bed, where you take a seat. “Close your eyes and put out your hands, I have a surprise for you."

You do as you're told, and then you feel the weight of a small box being placed in your palms. “Okay, open.”

You look at Joel for a moment before taking in the beautifully decorated box. You're feeling a little nervous, but ultimately, your excitement outweighs it, and you dig into the box, opening it to see an extravagant gift - a delicate gold necklace adorned with more diamonds than you knew could fit on such a delicate necklace. It's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen, and you can't believe that it's yours.

“Joel, this is - it's beautiful. I don't know what to say.” You smile in awe, staring at the necklace.”

“May I?” He gestures to the necklace.

You nod eagerly, handing Joel the delicate necklace.

Joel carefully takes the necklace out of the box, holding it up to the moonlight to admire its beauty. He then turns to you, his eyes filled with desire and longing. He steps closer, his body just inches away from yours, and you can feel the heat radiating off of him.

His fingers gently brush against your skin as he reaches around to clasp the necklace. His touch is soft, yet firm, and you can't help but shiver with anticipation. His hands linger for a moment, his fingers tracing the curve of your neck before he finally clasps the necklace.

You can feel the weight of the necklace against your skin, the cool metal a stark contrast to the warmth of Joel's touch. He takes a step back, his eyes never leaving yours as he admires his handiwork.

The necklace sparkles in the moonlight, the diamonds catching the light and casting rainbows across your skin. Joel reaches out, his fingers gently brushing against it, sending a jolt of electricity through your body.

His touch is intimate, and you can feel the desire building between you. His eyes are dark, filled with want, and you can't help but lean in closer to him.

Joel's hands are strong and sure as they move to your shoulders, his thumbs gently tracing circles on your skin. His touch is intoxicating, and you find yourself leaning into him, your body molding to his.

"Your next gift," he says, his voice low and husky, "this one is a little different. Close your eyes."

You do as you're told again. You can't believe this is even happening. How many gifts does he have for you? You feel Joel's hands leave your shoulders, and you can hear the rustle of fabric as he grabs it from a bag.

"Okay, open."

You open your eyes to see Joel holding a small, velvet box. You recognize it as the kind that perfume comes in, and your heart skips a beat with excitement.

This is a very special perfume," Joel says, his eyes dark with desire. "It's made with exotic ingredients, and it's said to drive people wild with desire. I want you to try it."

He opens the box, and you can smell the intoxicating scent of the perfume even from where you're standing. It's a rich, musky scent, and you can feel it already starting to affect you.

"Here, let me put it on for you."

Joel takes the perfume bottle and sprays a little on your wrist. You can feel the cool liquid on your skin, and then the heat as it dries. The scent is intoxicating, and you can feel yourself getting lost in it.

"Now, there's one more gift I want to give you," Joel says, his eyes dark with desire. "But this one is a little more... personal. How ‘bout you sit on the bed for this baby.” He takes your hand, guiding you to the edge of the bed. “Close your eyes.”

You do as you're told once more, and then you hear more rustling and zipping, and then you can feel Joel's hand under chin. “You've had a gift for touch, a gift for smell, now a gift for taste. Open your mouth.” He orders and places his thumb on your bottom lip, gently guiding it open.

“Good girl, now, stick out your tongue.” Joel's voice is low and husky as he speaks, sending shivers down your spine. You stick out your tongue and feel the weight of his expectations. You hear him shift closer to you, and then you feel the tip of his cock brush against your tongue.

You gasp in surprise, but Joel's hand is there to steady you, guiding you as you take him into your mouth. He's large and hard, and you can feel the heat of him against your tongue. You wrap your lips around him, feeling the soft skin of his shaft against your mouth.

Joel moans softly, his fingers tangling in your hair as he begins to move his hips. You follow his lead, your mouth moving up and down as you explore him with your tongue. You can taste the saltiness of his skin, the musky taste of his arousal.

Joel's thrusts start to become more urgent, his hips moving faster as he fucks your mouth. You can feel the tension building in his body. The muscles in his thighs are tensing as he gets closer to climax. Suddenly, he pulls out, his cock glistening with your saliva. He looks at you with a dark, hungry gaze, his eyes flashing with desire.

Before you can react, he reaches for the necklace, his fingers wrapping around the delicate chain. With a swift, brutal motion, he rips it off your neck, the clasp digging into your skin as he tears it away.

You gasp in surprise, your hand instinctively going to your throat to protect it. But Joel is beyond reason, beyond control. He's consumed by his desire, his need to possess you, to claim you as his own, his need for human connection.

He throws the necklace aside, the diamonds scattering across the floor like stars in the night sky. His hands are on you again, his fingers digging into your skin as he pushes you back onto the bed. Before you can think he's swiftly removing your clothes and his, and then you can feel the weight of him on top of you, as he climbs onto the bed like a wild animal on the hunt, you can feel the intense heat of his body as he covers you. His cock is hard and eager, probing at your entrance. You're wet and ready for him, your body aching with need.

With a thrust, he's inside you, filling you up. You cry out, your nails digging into his back as he starts to move. He fucks you with a raw, primal need that you've never experienced before, his hips slamming into yours as he drives himself deeper and deeper. You can feel the pleasure spiraling higher and higher.

Joel's thrusts become more urgent, his hips slamming into you with the fierce, desperate need of someone longing for any kind of connection. You can feel the bed shaking beneath you, the headboard banging against the wall as he fucks you with a primal intensity.

"You like that, don't you?" he growls, his lips brushing against your ear. "You like feeling me inside you, filling you up?"

You can only moan in response, your body trembling with pleasure as he drives you higher and higher. His words only serve to fuel your desire, to make you want him more.

"Tell me you want it," he commands, his fingers digging into your hips. "Tell me you want me to fuck you harder."

"Yes," you gasp, your voice hoarse with pleasure. "Harder, please.”

And with those words, Joel loses control. he drives himself deeper. You can feel the spiraling higher and higher until it threatens to consume you. "Come for me," Joel growls, his fingers digging harder into your skin. "Come for me, baby. Wanna feel you come apart beneath me."

And with those words, you do. You come harder than you ever have before, your body trembling with pleasure as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over you. And with a final, brutal thrust, Joel comes alongside you, his cock pulsing deep inside your belly. You can feel the warmth of his release, the way it fills you up and completes you.

For a moment, there's nothing but the sound of your breathing, the feel of your bodies entwined. And then, with a gentle kiss, Joel pulls out, his eyes filled with a soft, tender love.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, his fingers tracing the curve of your neck. "I'll buy you a new one, but I want you to remember this moment - the way I made you feel the way you came apart for me. The way you belong to me."

You nod, your heart still racing from the intensity of your orgasm. Joel reaches down and picks up the broken necklace, his fingers brushing against the shattered gold.

"I'll make sure to get you something even more beautiful this time," he says, his voice full of promise.

[bestedoesmeow]

l. norris x y/n

instagram au

Lando did something that he'll regret for the rest of his life.

p.s : I use my close friend as face claim, I feel much more comfortable using her pictures than using other people's who I can't ask if I can use their pictures lmao

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y/f/u/n : omg sweetie is everything alright?

y/f/u/n : just saw the news, why didn't you tell me you broke up

y/u/n : I didn't even know we were through

y/u/n : he was cheating the whole time I guess

y/u/n : I am traumatized but like really

y/u/n : I really am wondering his explanation, like I need one

y/f/u/n : I am coming over in like five minutes, we'll talk it out okay?

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landonorris : Baby, open your phone please?

landonorris : I am sorry and I am going to explain it all to you.

landonorris : y/n please?

landonorris : Please baby

y/u/n : Trust me I don't want to know Lando, there is nothing in those pictures that you can explain.

y/u/n : Let's get over it alright, I wish you two the best

y/u/n : I won't let anyone know you cheated, you can tell people we broke up and it was our mutual decision.

landonorris : Why won't you listen to me?

landonorris : Okay y/n, okay maybe you should calm down a bit first

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user45 : There are rumors that he cheated... user56 : Y/N didn't post the breakup announcement tho, she unfollowed Lando, I don't think it's a friendly breakup :(

user68 : Y/N unfollowed him like an hour ago, what's happening

user98 : Y/N had all the pictures on her feed until today, after the pics of lando and that girl leaked she unfollowed him and deleted the pics it's strange

user88 : Let's hope he did not ☹

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[curlyangelsblog]

✿ Yandere!Tomura Shigaraki x F!Reader ✿

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( Hello ! I wanna start a new Yandere series and here is a little sneak preview of it ;) please if you want tell me what you think so far and tell me what you wanna see in it and please leave request for more series and shorts I’d appreciate. I wanna be more Active on here and find mutuals. Hope you all have nice holidays. <3)

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„Aww come on ten ten don’t be such a sore loser“ you giggled into his headphones.

„yeah whatever“ was all he mumbled back with a blush on his cheeks which you couldn’t see. You and Tomura, or Tenko as he introduced himself to you, have been gaming together for 2-3 months now. You guys met in some sort of chat room and have been hitting it off ever since. You not only game together but also talk on the phone for hours on end about Friends and Family , personal stuff and obviously gaming. Well you more then him. He love listening to you ramble. Your cute voice and addicting laugh.

„It’s getting kind of late ten ten (you’re the only person that gets to call him that) I have work early in the morning but it was nice talking to you“ you giggled. It really was you always felt like he was the only person that understood you. And he felt the same maybe even more but he wasn’t ready to admit that.

„Sleep well ten ten !“

„You too“

Was all he said and that was enough for you. You always knew what he was intending on saying and what he meant.

—————— next day—————————————————

From [y/n] : Hey Tenko you ready to play r/g (random Game) again ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა♡ ?

To [y/n] : sure

You were actually really good also a reason why he liked playing with you besides your cute voice. It was getting kind of frustrating that you were so good. Not to mention you were enjoying yourself quit a bit and making little remarks about how bad he was.

„Ok now your not THAT good“ he said

„I only won four times in a row didn’t I“ you said cheekily.

„Yeah yeah whatever“

„Well maybe you can learn a couple of things from me if you would watch me play“

What did you mean watch you play. Did you stream ? You guys have been talking about all lot of stuff but jobs and other hobbies have never really been topic. You did send him pictures before so he kinda knew what you looked like. You were the most beautiful girl he has ever seen. But all he said that he didn’t need to watch you.

„Here is the link to my channel if you ever change your mind“

Tomura could feel how his heart sped up and a blush was creeping on his skin. He had to suppress the urge to click on the link and watch you stream. He had recordings of your voice which he listens to every night and the pictures you send him which he looked at when he felt down or when he did other things… But it wasn’t his fault that he got hard looking at you. You were just so beautiful to him.

„Buuut let’s finish this round I’m getting kind of tired ten ten“

„This time I’m gonna beat ya“ he said chuckling. The excitement and the images of you streaming shot right to his member. He wondered if you were one of those who wore slutty clothes and took money from old men. He was gritting his teeth trying not to make a sound. It excited him being able to see you more often it wasn’t enough to just see your pictures anymore he needed more. He won the round and he let out an excited “yes!” Which made him blush a little bit he was still a little awkward about showing so much emotions. You like it tho it was cute the way he got excited. You grumbled in response to loosing against.

“Well I can’t lie that was pretty good ten ten”

You guys logged off for the night. And as soon as the call ended Tomura clicked on the link as fast as possible. The link led him to your stream account it was as he imagined all pastel and pinky it was so you . The brightness stung in his eyes but he was too eager to look away. You were at almost 350k follows how has he never seen you. Well looking through you content you did play games you two liked to play but the majority of you content was games he wasn’t too familiar with. He clicked on one of your videos. The latest one of your streams. You greeted you viewers with a little wave and that cute smile of yours. He couldn’t look away. He had to have you…

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Hype Train!

F!Streamer Reader x M!Yandere Streamer OC

Part 5~

His Info: 📹✨

Part: 1 2 3 4 5 6

!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: NSFW, !F reader, use of she/her when referring to reader, reader has a vagina, SMUTT, cockwarming, mutual teasing, pet names (good girl, pretty, my girl), yandere, exhibitionism

“Try to not worry f’me, okay?”

You sigh, “I’ll try. I really will. It’s just gonna be really hard, ya know?”

“Of course, I’d never ask you to completely stop anything. I just wan’ ya t’ know that I’m gonna protect you.” Jasper kisses your palm, “from everything.”

A smile spreads across your warming face.

“I love you, Jasper. I trust you, just promise me you won’t get in trouble… I—I don’t wanna be without you.” Tears prick at your eyes. You’ve never been able to let your guard down… You’ve never even felt this scared before.

He reaches up to gently wipe your face and kiss both your cheeks.

“Nothing will take me away from you, pretty.” Your hair slips through his fingers as he deeply inhales your scent. “I promise.”

You beam, “Oh! by the way, I was planning on streaming tonight, would you wanna collab?”

“I have a great idea for a collab, actually…”

“Mm!! Uhh, oh! S-sorry, hah! Ummmm, Y-yurmomstinks, uhh, hah! th-thank you for thhhe—the um, resub! You’re amazing!” You stammer out before muting your mic in a ferver. “Jasper! I don’t think I c-can do this! they’re gonna know!!” you hiss.

His head remains draped over your shoulder.

“Hmmm, I think your doing amazin’, sittin’ on my cock while entertaining our viewers like the good girl you aree~. I’m so lucky my girl’s s’ talented,” He blows a little puff of air onto your neck.

“St-stooop! p-please, Jasperr! H-how am I supposed t-to d-do this?” You whine, the intense pressure and searing heat inside you make it almost impossible to function.

Did it get bigger somehow?

“Ahhrrrrg! You’re insatiable… And What is that? Why does it f-feel… like, b-bigger or something?”

“You’re one t’ talk. I keep feelin’ you squeeze me even tighter. You want so much more. Don’t lie~” The grin on his stupidly hot face is audible as he teases you. “nd I put my piercing back in” he nonchalantly tickles your neck with his teeth.

“What?! It’s p—pi—ha—pierced!?”

He pushes his hips up, going even deeper into you. “mmhmmm, ’s it too much f’you?” his snake bites tickle your ear as he nips it.

“Mmmf!!! D-don’t d-do th—aaaat!! Jas-ah-perr” He rolls himself under you slowly, gripping your sides to keep you in place.

You bite your lip.

“Do you really want me to stop, pretty girl? hmmm?” He starts to lift you off of his lap.

“AH! N-no!!!” You reach down and claw into his thighs.

“hmm,” He hums in satisfaction, “and you said I’m the insatiable one,” he tuts, and then all of a sudden while he’s still holding you above his lap, he bucks up, and pulls you down hard to meet him halfway.

“AHH! Jas-!!!” he lowers himself, lifts you, then slams back up into you again. “I-I’m gonna!!!”

“Do it.” he commands, “Cum on this cock, pretty.”

“Mmmmffff fffffuuuuck!” You convulse, and cry out.

He unmutes you, and slowly lowers you back down…

“You better quiet down, p-pretty, they’ll figure us out~.” He kisses your neck.

“Ffffff-uuuck youuu,” you quake as you come down, the pleasure still building though. Even your Vtuber model is twitching around the corner of the screen.

“Not yet, prettyy~,” He speaks smugly over your shoulder into the mic.

“Mm, ah! S-sorry every-one! I ha-ad to t-take a phone call!”

The chat is already blowing up…

“😳😳😳Was that… Jasper_????”

“Uhm…😵 Are you seriously getting fucked rn?”

“She def is😪.”

“That sounded like Jasper tho”

“Yo waddup Jas!”

“tell him we say HI!☺️☺️☺️!!”

“haaaaa, Oh my g-goodness guys! No! I’m seriously n-not-”

“It’s okay, Y/username, t-tell them who you belong tooo~” His smug grin is even more evident as the chat speeds past at the speed of light.

“Jasper!!! Shut uppp!!!”

“OH MY GOD!!! IT REALLY IS JASPER?!”

“NO WAY”

“IS THAT REALLY JASPER?!”

“JASPER_!!!?”

“ASHDMDMSKSMMXM🥵”

“SHE REALLY IS GETTING FUCKED!!!”

“i knew it.”

“yup”

“i knew it. i just ddnt think it was gonna b him…😔”

“Wow…”

“I was seriously in love with him tho😭”

“😱This is ILLIGAL”

“bro…🤤 How tight is sh-” he bans that one before you can finish reading it.

and so much more, you only catch a few as they fly by.

Tears start to prick at your eyes, you feel a little scared, some of them seem mad…

“Hey now, don’t be mean. Y/Username is my girl. If you disrespect her, you’re no longer welcome in either of our streams.” He scolds the viewers.

“You’re literally fukin rn tho. 😑”

“No, he’s right”

“Maybe she’s just excited?”

“😳…tickle fight???”

“S-sorry guys, I am-mm, with Jasper. We are just joking around behind the camera, hah, nothing like that! I swear!”

“We are together though.” He starts, “So You’ll all have ta get used to it. Got it?”

You stifle a laugh.

“Mmm!” he groans as your body shakes.

“someone call the Litch police! They really are fucking!🚔🚔🚔”

“TOS”

“TOS OMG🚨🚨🚨”

“OH NO MY EAAARRRSSSS”

“TEE OHHH ESSSSS🚨”

“No, wait, this is getting good guys😏…”

“^^ agreed😏”

You get a pretty devious idea, and the smirk to go with it…

With new purpose you grind down into his lap, rotating your lower half, you’re a little jittery, but the desired effect is still met.

“Y-y/User-username! ffffuuuuck-” his head falls over the back of the chair, his hands curling tighter into your sides.

“What is it Jassspserrrrr~? Tell themm~” you stifle more giggles, and his hips buck into your ass involuntarily. “Ahh!” You gasp.

“Ah! mmm!” He struggles.

Now you’re both fighting live on litch to make the other finish first.

“mmm, you little,” He lifts you again, the monitors shake as you hold on for dear life.

Your elbows hold you up and you push the keyboard out of the way. “L-little what? hmmm??” You laugh.

“That’s it. S-Streams over.” He reaches around you.

“Just when it was heating up,”

“Oh man, that’s really hot ngl…”

“I still can’t believe it’s really him.”

“Yeah when did this even happen??”

“Who cares, that was hot asf”

“did ny1 clip that???”

“Did you fuckin hear her? she was defsoaking his lap”

“Yeah, share plz!”

The chat continues to wiz past even after he ended the stream.

You’re forced to lean onto the desk with your head down, and your back arched. The access he has to your pussy from this angle is intense.

You already knew you were going to lose, but you had fun getting to tease him back.

“I-love y-ou Y/N!” He thrusts his hips up into you not stopping, your body is threatening to knock everything off everything down as you’re pushed forward more and more with each one.

You’re going to have bruises on your hips from him forcing you into the edge of the desk over and over again.

“J-jasper! I-I lo-ve y-you!”

You both climax, his hot semen mixes with your juices and spill out of you over his length and down onto his lap.

You continue grinding desperately into eachother for a mind breaking come down.

You’re yelling each other’s names and moaning at the top of your lungs, until the neighbors bang on the wall of your living room.

You laugh, and readjust to hug him, and snuggle into his neck, his dick continues to twitch inside you.

He rubs firm circles into your back and squeezes you.

“I seriously love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Jasper… This was…” You have to catch your breath, “Actually really fun,” You let out a heart filled giggle and sigh.

“We’re doing this again for all of my future streams right?”

“NO! oh my godddd!” you begin to laugh, “I hate you… hmm…” You wonder… “I do have another idea though…”

“Oh? care to share?”

“Nope! You’ll see,” You grin from ear to ear.

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Happy 2024 My Lovelies!!

I’ve successfully navigated (I hope) my second full year on this hellsite and I wanted to start this year with a winter themed sleepover! ❄️ ❄️❄️❄️❄️

But before I get to the rules and regulations, I’d like to wish all of my lovely friends and followers a Happy New Year. I hope whatever you set out to do this year, you kick it in the tail and if you don’t have anything in mind yet to accomplish this coming year, then that’s ok too. 🥂

Thank you to everyone who follows me, reads my fics, tags me in games, chats with me in private conversations, or throws a ♥️ in my direction every once in awhile. I see you and kiss you all on the forehead.

Rules will be under the cut…

I love doing this kind of thing for you all but I do need your help so please like and reblog this. (Also, please send something in! I don’t bite, I promise!)

Send in as many asks as you’d like

This isn’t limited to my followers, although I’d love it if you did

My muses are my love Billy Russo, Matt Murdock, Brock Rumlow, a little Donald Pierce. (I could be persuaded to try and write for Quinn McKenna and Dean Winchester…maybe 😆)

My offers for the sleepover are as follows…

Winter Activity Moodboards 🥶❄️☃️🏂🎿🛷 limited to mutuals only OR if you have commented/reblogged any of my fics. Send me a character and a winter activity and I’ll create a moodboard for you.

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Prompt Lists/Winter activity prompts/dialogue

I’ll leave some prompt/dialogue lists below and if something strikes your fancy, send it on over with one of my muses and I’ll see what I can do with it. Or if you have one in mind not on these lists, that’s absolutely fine also.

Winter is coming prompts

Fluffy Winter Holiday Prompts

Jealousy Prompts

More Jealousy Prompts

Protective Prompts

More Protective Prompts

I’ll Keep You Safe Prompts

An Assortment of Dialogue Prompts

And even though it’s not my wheelhouse, some smut prompts….

More Smut Prompts

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[dameronscopilot]

I notice you're on a jealousy streak lately. So... what about our Benny Boy getting jealous?

(SAY LESSSSSSSSSSSS are you trying to kill me. )

Jealous Benny Miller (NSFW)

Benjamin "Benny" Miller x f!reader

Benny knows you're his. He really does. He knows you love him more than anything, and he knows without a shadow of doubt that some day—sooner, rather than later—he's going to marry you.

But for all that you can never take your eyes off of him, and for all that you proudly flaunt the fact that he's your boyfriend to anyone that'll listen, he still gets a bit jealous from time to time.

And while you'd normally agree that festering jealousy is a recipe for disaster, the way Benny expresses his feelings happens to be mutually beneficial.

Extremely mutual beneficial.

Content: NSFW 18+, smut, unprotected p in v, creampie, sex in the ocean lol, semi-public sex, oral sex, rimming, anal sex, anal fingering

Although he's taught you plenty at home, occasionally you like to join in on the self defense classes that Benny teaches at the gym, hopping in right alongside his participants. Sometimes you'll find yourself paired up with an overly friendly male partner who takes things a bit too far in an attempt to give you a hands on demonstration of the moves that Benny is showing at the front of the room. At that point, Benny likes to gracefully cut in, running his hands along your body in a borderline indecent way as he demonstrates the proper move (followed by a cheerful, "By the way, everyone, this is my girlfriend!")

(Afterward, once the session has ended, and you're both tired and sweating, Benny will pull you into a shower stall, not even bothering to strip off your clothes. As your nipples begin to stiffen under the thin, slick fabric of your sports bra, he'll push a hand up your soaking wet shorts and push them aside as he pulls out his throbbing cock and begins to slide it through your folds.)

Going to the beach with Benny and the boys is all fun and games until you're left alone sun bathing on a towel as they make their way into the water with a football. And okay, Benny shouldn't be surprised by now that your supple breasts and ass tend to attract more than a few lingering gazes once you're no longer flanked by four men. But when the staring turns to unwelcome conversation (he can tell by the tilt of your sunglasses when you're not pleased), he'll make his way back across the sand to flop down on the towel beside you, scaring off whatever chatterbox was standing near you.

(When gentle kisses along your collarbone turn to hungry ones up your neck as his hand gropes for your ass, Frankie's usually the first to yell at you both to get a goddamn room. And if Benny takes that as his cue to scoop you up into his arms and take off running toward the lapping waves with you, well...nobody needs to know that he's plunging his cock inside of you underwater as you hold onto his shoulders and wrap your legs around his waist.)

Backyard barbeques in the summer are Benny's weakness, mainly because of your tendency to show up to them wearing short, flowy sundresses. Even as the two of you drift in and out of various conversations, Benny's eyes never fail to find you, taking in the way the hem of the dress flits against the backs of your thighs and the way there's always a generous, scooping neckline leading to your breasts.

(And though he'd never make a scene when Santiago's cousins or Frankie's buddies from work try chatting you up with hopes that maybe you've parted ways with the younger Miller brother, Benny likes to sidle up next to you with a large hand protectively wrapped around your waist, his mouth turned upward in a grin as he silently lets the men know that, no, it's not fucking happening.)

(Instead, when you find yourself alone in the kitchen, bent over in the fridge looking for a drink, Benny will come up behind you, his hard shaft pressing against your ass. And you'll discreetly disappear off to the bathroom, where he'll pull down the straps of your dress and lavish your breasts with his lips and tongue. Then he'll turn you around and bend you over the sink, bunching up your dress as he pulls down your underwear and begins to lick his way into your entrance. And afterward, once he's filled your cunt to the brim with cum, he'll pull your underwear back up and give you a suggestive look in the mirror, wondering if you'll feel daring enough that day to try walking back out into the party with his seed threatening to leak down your thighs.)

The first time you let Benny fuck you in the ass was one night after a drunk guy at a bar went on a borderline monologue about how great it looked in the shorts you were wearing. Benny shrugged it off, slapping your ass gently for good measure and going so far as to wink at the guy. But later that night, Benny was like a man starved as he spread your cheeks apart and ran his tongue along your tight, puffy ring of muscle. After easing your hole open with his spit-soaked fingers, he buried his cock in your ass and fucked you into the mattress.

(And he cheekily muttered, "Mine," as he squeezed your cheeks gently after dumping hot ropes of cum inside of your tight channel.)

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» BENNY MILLER MASTERLIST

[sarahsmileslikesarahd0esntcare]

A Poet Could Not But Be Gay — part 2

Part 1

Pairing: college!au Ellie Williams x f!reader

summary: You and Ellie text after you like her post and see each other in class again. You talk to each other, slowly growing closer.

word count: 2.1k

warnings: mutual pining, reader has no rizz, anxiety, English class

a/n: M (minors and men) DNI, please! Y'all I can't believe you guys gave me 34 notes on my first-ever fic!!! I'm literally on top of the world and it really motivated me to write another chapter so here it is!! 😁

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Ellie Williams: Hey stalker (;

You were frozen. Your breath had caught in your throat and you felt your entire body burning up as though you'd throw up at any second. Your phone screen had gone black by then and you only had time to blink before another notification came in.

Ellie Williams added you as a friend.

Finally, you were able to breathe. What the fuck is happening!? you thought. She has to be playing some kind of prank on me 'cause no one should be this cool about a random girl like a — how old was it? 5-week-old picture!

You decided that the best thing to do was to respond. She already knew you were online and you would only look more guilty if you ignored her. Ellie had caught you red-handed, sure, but she didn't need to know why you were looking her up. You started typing, probably taking way longer than you should to write a simple text.

you: hey! sorry i was just struggling with the homework and youre the only person i knew from that class so i looked you up

you: how are you handling the last minute assignment she sent us?

Really? A double text seconds after I was caught stalking her? I'm fucking dead. Every second that passed by felt like an hour. You were biting your nails, staring at the screen impatiently. She hadn't even seen it yet and you felt like she was judging you through the phone. After one minute, she opened the chat and started typing. Looking at those three taunting dots, you couldn't help but imagine all the texts she could be writing. Nightmarish thoughts were flying through your brain when her text finally appeared.

Ellie Williams: Oh fuck I hadn't even seen that email! What kind of psychopath of a teacher sends an assignment at 6pm?

You let out a relieved sigh, thankful she hadn't asked any questions regarding your lie. Your shaking thumbs started typing but you received another text.

Ellie Williams: And who even has a favourite poem to write 500 words about

Ellie Williams: Well you definitely do

You had to read that twice. She remembers about my poem. Your small smile grew into a grin, and the little exhale from your nose grew into a fit of giggles. You rolled onto your back before remembering you had to answer her.

you: im glad i was able to tell you about the assignment! and yeah i have a favourite poem and i absolutely LOVE telling people about it but i know how scatterbrained i can be so idk if ill be able to make sense

The two of you texted back and forth for a few minutes but your shyness held you back and your conversation eventually dwindled. After several minutes of radio silence on both ends, your phone vibrated again.

Ellie Williams: Well I'm gonna start writing that paper but I'll see you on Wednesday!

you: good luck with that!

you: cant wait to see you again :)

You held your breath, frightened by your boldness.

Ellie Williams: Don't miss me too much (;

You honestly thought you could have died at that moment. And there was that winking face again. You couldn't believe your clumsy mistake had led you to have an actual conversation! Outside of school! Sure it was mainly about your shared class but now it felt more personal. She wasn't just "Ellie, the hot girl from my poetry class" anymore. She was Ellie Williams, the charming girl you'd met in class and befriended and fell in love with and moved in with and married and — ok now. I shouldn't get ahead of myself. I don't even know her favourite colour yet. I don't even know if she likes girls, let alone me!

You decided that the best thing for you to do now was to focus on your assignment. It wouldn't take very long but at least it would keep your mind occupied for a little while.

Though the poem was about the beauty of nature and all it has to offer, you couldn't help but relate every verse to Ellie.

"they / Out-did the sparkling waves in glee" Ellie outdoes everyone and everything. There was not a single thing you could think of that you would rather look at than Ellie. There was no sound you'd rather hear than her laugh and no word you'd rather read than hers. I'm so fucking gay, it's ridiculous, you thought.

Some verses you felt rather poetic about, while others felt like they were describing the slight gay panic you'd had upon first seeing her, "I gazed — and gazed — but little thought". That's exactly how you'd felt. You'd stared at her sheer beauty and focused on nothing but her. The only thing you could remember from your time staring at her was the warmth that had formed in your belly and the tingling in your face.

You had known this girl for barely 8 hours and you could already see her in everything. Fuck, this is gonna hurt.

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Tuesday was somewhat uneventful. You'd been awoken by your alarm once again and had rolled over to check your phone. You were barely awake when you saw that Ellie had changed your name on messenger to "y/n🌸". Has she been thinking about me? you thought with a grin plastered to your face. Before you had time to overthink, you quickly changed her name to "Ellie 😉".

Neither of you texted the other again until Wednesday. It was a cool and cloudy day meaning everything had grey undertones and you refused to let yourself darken because of some stupid clouds. That's why you chose to wear your long sleeve, bright yellow shirt underneath short, green overalls.

The sky might be grey and sad but I'm looking like a ray of fucking sunshine! you told yourself in the mirror. The colour you wore made you feel invincible, as though you could conquer the world and make it bright again.

Eventually, after an interminable lecture, you were sat at your seat in your and Ellie's shared class, awaiting the girl herself. To busy yourself, you started taking out your books and laptop, putting your pens neatly out onto your side of the desk. While you were distracted, Ellie walked into the class.

Ellie's thoughts

Ellie's mind was racing, trying to figure out what to say to you when she saw you. She knew she would say hi; that was a given. But what then? She didn't want to just be an acquaintance to you. She wanted to be on your mind as much as you were on hers, which was constantly. Dreams of you consumed her nights which she loved until she woke up and realized you had barely talked to each other.

When she walked into the classroom, she nearly froze in the doorframe. Of course, she thought, on a gross day like this, she has to look like a ray of fucking sunshine. It was as though you were trying to make her fall head over heels for you.

When she started walking normally again, your head popped up and a genuine smile graced your lips. Ellie felt like the Earth had stopped spinning and smiled back with false confidence. She sat down next to you and told you her scripted, "Hi," in her usual, honeyed voice, adding an improvised, "how you doing?", proud she hadn't stumbled over her words.

"Hi," you answered, voice quieter than hers, "I'm doing pretty good. I actually finished the assignment on time, so the semester's off to a good start!" you said with a laugh.

Ellie laughed back, happy you had initiated a topic so she would get to keep talking with you. "Wow! Three whole days in and no late assignments yet! I'm extremely impressed." she replied, the glee evident in her tone.

You giggled and said, "You should be!"

There was a beat of silence and she was scared you had run your conversation to its course before it had even started. Then you surprised her by asking, "How have you been?"

She looked up at you, taking a few seconds to admire every line and curve in your face. "Oh, you know," she said, "I've been busier now that school started up again but I've been good." She paused for a second and continued, "I haven't been too busy to figure it out though."

A smile crept onto your face and she thanked her lucky stars that she'd kept talking. "Figure what out?" you asked.

With slightly shaking hands she hoped you wouldn't notice, she reached out to your arm and pushed up the sleeve of your shirt to reveal the tattoo you'd shown her. "This," she said looking back up, her eyes boring into yours, "It's Wordsworth right?" You nod and she goes on, "That's a sick name for a poet. I read the poem and I have to say, you've got some good taste, pretty girl." The name just slipped out of her mouth. Her eyes widened and she noticed your smile falter. She pulled away from your arm.

She cleared her throat, trying to regain her composure but you spoke before she could, "I feel like with a name like that, he couldn't really go into any other profession, you know." you laughed dryly, clearly trying to ease the tension.

She laughed the same dry laugh and let out a quiet, "Yeah, he had to go into writing."

Luckily, your awkward moment only lasted a short time and Ellie was saved from any further embarrassment as your professor began her lecture.

About 30 minutes into the lecture, Ellie was flipping the pages of her textbook like crazy, trying to find the poem the class was discussing. She figured you had noticed her struggling because you tapped her on the arm and whispered the page number. She thanked you and started flipping to that page. In doing so, however, a page managed to slice through her skin, causing her to flinch and immediately suck on her cut.

She was cursing the paper when you tapped her arm again. She turned to you, finger still between her lips. You gave her a small smile and lifted something in your hand, "Do you need a bandaid?" you whispered. How could she say no when you were looking at her like that, big doe eyes full of concern.

She took her finger out of her mouth and agreed with a low, "Sure". Before she could do anything else, you grabbed her hand and wrapped the bandaid around her injured finger. Ellie could only stare at you, marveling at the care you gave to such a minor cut. "Thanks, y/n" she whispered. She thought she may have caught a glimpse of a blush on your cheeks but you had turned your head too quickly for her to tell for sure.

When she picked up her pen, she got her first good look at what you'd wrapped around her finger and laughed to herself. Of fucking course this personified beam of sunlight would carry around flower bandaids. I'm never taking this off. she thought as she admired her finger.

Back to your thoughts

You were looking up front but your mind was nowhere near whatever subject the professor was talking about. I touched Ellie! you though. Not the other way around! I touched her arm and then her hand! I'm gonna pass out. You were ecstatic, to say the least. You couldn't wait to call Taylor and tell her everything that happened during this second class with Ellie.

Soon enough, the class ended and you started packing your books. You got up, still giddy from excitement, and got ready to say goodbye to Ellie. She stood up after a few moments and spoke first, "So I was thinking," she said, her usual confidence seemingly vanished, "if you wanted to study or do assignments for this class, I'm free in the afternoon on Thursdays. We could meet in the library if you want. Or not even necessarily for this class, like, we could study for any class together if that was something you were interested in."

You gave her a quick open-mouthed smile. "Yeah!" you beamed, "Yeah that definitely sounds good. I know a secret spot in the library nobody ever goes to so we won't even need to worry about other people."

"Sounds great. I'll see you tomorrow then."

You both hesitated a little before moving to leave the classroom, and then again in the hallway, not sure of where the other was going. Seemingly amused by this, judging by the smirk on her face, Ellie put her hand on the small of your back, guided you in the direction you'd been headed in, and walked backward in the opposite direction.

"Bye, pretty girl!"

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Part 3

a/n: I got a little carried away in this one... Did you see how much touching there was! Whoo, that was borderline smut! But I told you there would be more talking! Also, I am obsessed with Romantic poetry, specifically William Wordsworth so sorry if there was too much of him in this chapter but I really love his work! You guys should all read "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud". It's a really short poem that may or may not have made me shed a tear. Anyway, leave any ideas you have for this story in the comments! I can't wait to see what you think!!

ps: lemme know if you wanna get tagged in the next one!

tags: @lonelyfooryouonly

[cherubdulce]

About Me 💛

Noel,Angie,Bambi | 20 | he/him | genderfluid lesbian

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[daemour]

Title: I’m In Love With You

Genre: light angst, fluff

Pairing: Seonghwa x f!Reader

Fandom: ATEEZ

Word Count: 2087

Warnings: none

Summary: Seonghwa is not a morning person. Nor is he a stormy weather kind of person. So when someone shows up at his door at ass-o-clock in a terrible storm, he thinks about possibly not lettin them in. But it’s you.

thanks to @defwoodz​ for the banner!! :D she singlehandedly made me write a happy ending to this instead of an ambiguous one lmao

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When Seonghwa hears a knock on his door at six in the morning, he’s not particularly pleased. After a long and tiring week at work, he finally could sleep in, but whoever is at his door has decided otherwise. With a long groan, he flings off his covers and stands, pulling a robe around him as he marches towards the front door.

But when he flings the door open, ready to give whoever is on the other side a talking to, he stops. Because the person in front of his door is not some stranger, or even his best friends (who he’d honestly have even fewer qualms yelling at), it’s you. His former friend, someone he hadn’t seen in months, not after you dropped off the face of the Earth and gave him no response to the dozens of messages he sent you.

“(Y/N)?” His voice is filled with anger, worry, and maybe a little bit of eagerness to see you again. “What are you doing here?” It’s only now he just realised the pouring rain and screaming wind around him, and the drenched state you’re in.

“Hey,” you greet and almost immediately sneeze after. Seonghwa immediately ushers you in, shutting the door behind you.

“Are you insane?” His voice is too loud for this hour, but at this point, he doesn’t give a damn. “It’s pouring buckets out there, (Y/N)! Stay there, I’m going to get you a towel.”

And he leaves you, dripping pools of water from your hair onto his welcome mat, standing in the hall with a sheepish look on your face. He’s been in this position before. His friends are all stupid and like to use his home as a late night or early morning shelter from bad weather or hangovers. Although usually his home wasn’t stuffed to the brim with awkward looks and unsaid thoughts. But now…all he can do is fetch you a towel and hope you won’t permanently damage his flooring.

When he comes back, this time with a fluffy towel in his hands, all he can say is, “Stop dripping on my wood floor and dry yourself. I’ll go grab you a sweatshirt and some pants. Go and sit on one of the kitchen stools.” He unceremoniously drops the towel on your head and escapes back into his room.

He has to take this moment to catch his breath, because not that he’d ever admit it to you, seeing you again is making his heart race. You two weren’t particularly close, having met only through your shared friends. But he had always somewhat admired your personality which turned into a crush on you. It is totally normal, promise. So when you stopped showing up to any parties or movie nights, Seonghwa had worried.

He texted you, and with no replies, started asking your friends where you were, but they said that you had some personal business out of town. They assured him it was nothing bad, but they didn’t say anything else, not willing to spill any more information without you present.

Of course, it was understandable—Seonghwa and you weren’t that close after all. You got along of course, but he never approached you to get to know you in the way he wanted to. You had only been to his house a handful of times for movie nights, and only had each other's numbers due to your mutual group chats, which was part of the reason why he was so shocked when you showed up just now.

“Seonghwa?” Your voice floats down the hall. “What should I do with this towel?” Right. You were still here.

“Just put it on the counter,” he calls back, hurriedly grabbing some of the clothes he has in his dresser before heading into the kitchen. He hands the clothes to you, a smile plastered on his face. “You know where the bathroom is, you can change there and give me your wet clothes to toss in the dryer.”

He’s avoiding the elephant in the room and both of you know it. But nothing is said anyways and you leave the kitchen. He curses himself for being so damn awkward, but what else is he going to do? Your friends were right. He wasn’t close enough to ask you any prying questions.

Seonghwa curses to himself, walking around the kitchen island to start the kettle boiling. He could at least get some tea going.

When you come back into the kitchen, Seonghwa almost has an aneurysm. It was almost definitely not the time nor the place for it, but seeing you in his clothes made him choke. It was so…domestic. He whips his head away, willing himself to shut his brain down before turning back to you with a neutral expression on his face.

“I’m boiling some water for tea, but I’ll take your clothes now if you want,” Seonghwa offers, and you smile at him with a whispered ‘thanks’ before handing your clothes to him.

They’re soaked through and still dripping, and Seonghwa winces to think of what damage it might cause to his floors if he doesn’t mop it up fast enough. But it also means you must have been out in the rain for God who knows how long. He shakes his head, muttering to himself about bad decisions and stupid rain as he tosses the clothes into the dryer.

As the sounds of the machine start, he’s already back in the kitchen, grabbing some rags to wipe up the leftover water. “Oh! No, I’ll do it,” he hears you say hurriedly and your hands immediately come into his line of vision to take the rags. “You’re already doing plenty, let me.”

He frowns at the sight of you squatting down. “You really shouldn’t, you’re a guest,” he starts to argue, and you laugh.

“A guest at” you take a glance at the microwave clock “six thirty-seven in the morning. It’s all right, Seonghwa, let me do this.” He makes a face you can’t see, but in the end, acquiesces.

It’s still far too domestic, but Seonghwa pushes those thoughts to the back of his mind as he opens his fridge, hoping for some sort of leftovers he could warm up for you. “Why were you out this early anyways?” he asks to start some small talk, eager to eliminate the silence between you two.

You hum as you scrub at a particularly large pool of water. “I’m a bit of a night owl, so I was taking a walk. I’m also horrible with time, so I didn’t even realise how long I was out when it started to rain.”

A gentle laugh reaches Seonghwa’s ears but he doesn’t even register that because he remembers it started to rain when it was four in the morning. He knows because he is a light sleeper and woke up to the sound of it battering his windows. “You were in the storm for two hours? It was still raining when I let you in. It’s still raining right now.” His voice is filled with worry and increases in volume as he looks out the window and sees the rain has not let up and he immediately rethinks letting you wipe the water off the floor. “Go sit on the couch and wait for the tea, I’ll wipe the floors.”

You sit back on your heels and open your mouth to argue, but Seonghwa shoots you a look and you give up thankfully. He doesn’t want to have any sickness you get on his hands.

Right on time, the kettle hisses and he gingerly pours you a hot cup of camomile tea. As he waits for it to cool, Seonghwa finishes up wiping, and every time you look like you’re about to get up from the couch he glares at you. “Don’t even think about getting up,” he scolds. “You will sit there and finish your tea.”

You pout and Seonghwa has to resist staring at your lips. “But you’ve already done so much already. I just wanna help–” you start to say, but Seonghwa is having none of that and shakes his head firmly.

“No, it’s fine. I’m almost done anyway. I’m surprised you didn’t get lost, (Y/N), you have to be more careful outside.” Seonghwa sighs in the absolute most motherly way possible. His friends would have a field day making fun of him.”What if you got sick?”

You laugh. “Seonghwa, that’s just a myth. You can’t really get sick from–” you sneeze and Seonghwa raises an eyebrow at you accusingly. “Okay…maybe I’m remembering that article wrong…” you mumble.

“Finish your tea and get in the shower.” Seonghwa closes his eyes in exasperation. “Honestly, (Y/N), are you sure you’re a functioning adult?”

You flash him a crooked smile and a wink that has no business being this attractive. “No, I’m offended you even had to ask that.”

“Just go.” You laugh at Seonghwa’s very exasperated but somewhat fond dismissal and head off towards the bathroom again. He can’t be-lieve how you managed to find your way to his house, nor why you didn’t think to go back home instead of continuing walking in the rain. He hopes you don’t get sick—he doesn’t want that on his hands.

When you return to the living room, although you’re still awkward, you look a lot less like a wet rat. “Thank you again,” you mumble as Seonghwa pours a can of soup into a pot to put onto the stove.

He hums. “No worries,” he finally smiles as he turns to reassure you. “It’s crazy out there, I would be out of my mind to not let you in.” He’s still a little worried, but now that you’re looking much warmer he relaxes a little.

“How have you been?” Your question is sudden. “We haven’t seen each other in a while, which is honestly on me. I’ve been travelling a lot to see my family.”

Even though your mutual friends had told Seonghwa your absence wasn’t anything negative nor important, hearing it from you made him feel a lot better. “I’ve been doing well. Wooyoung being a pain in my ass, as always, but now that he and San have finally got it through their thick skulls they like each other I’ve been granted a little peace.”

You laugh. “Well, just wait until they get out of the honeymoon phase. Then you’ll have double the trouble on your hands.”

The fondness in your voice makes Seonghwa’s heart skip a beat. He loves how soft you are for your friends and how you’ll make fun of them for as long as you live, but you will always spoil them like they’re your children. He could kiss you right now, he could proclaim his own fondness for you at this very moment.

It would be so easy to keep his mouth shut and just let the conversation flow naturally. But when has Seonghwa ever taken the easy way? “I missed you,” he blurts out, and you look at him with wide eyes, mouth half open. “I mean, you’re really nice. And I missed you at the movie nights. So I asked but they didn’t want to say. It’s totally reasonable, of course! You nor they owed me any information. I just wanted to say it cus I like you a lot. I mean, of course I do! You’re my friend. And everyone else’s friend. Yeah.”

Seonghwa’s face twists into his signature uncomfortable smile. He is the absolute worst at social cues. He can see the headlines already: Man Dies from Being Awkward, His Friends Laugh at his Grave. He couldn’t even say what he wanted to say.

“I did too.” You’ve moved to crouch in front of him, your head cocked in the most adorable way. “I missed us making fun of Hongjoong for all his snarky comments during movies. I missed how you’d always look you’re about to cry whenever Wooyoung spilled popcorn. And I missed, dare I say it, your questionable cookies.”

Any warm feelings Seonghwa has felt are immediately replaced with offence. “My cookies are fine,” he insists, and the corners of your lips pull up. Your arms wrap around him as you bury your face in his shoulder to hide your smile. “Oh my God, you’re so annoying.” He has absolutely no malice in his voice as he returns the hug, cherising the warmth of your body.

You both know what he means by that, anyway.

[zbeez-outlet]

Just Call Me Blue

Levi x FemReader

Modern AU

Reader has Tattoos and Blue Hair

NSFW 18+ Only

Word Count: ~12k words because I can't help myself apparently

Concept: A rare night out proves to be way more interesting than the book he'd been planning to finish on his nightstand

Summary: Clubbing isn’t really his thing, but every once in a blue moon Levi lets his friends dress him up and drag him to a bar to loosen up a little, at least as much as he can. Maybe a few drinks here and there, some mindless conversation before settling the night with a shower and a warm cup of tea – at least that’s what he planned until the moment he sees flashing blue hair and a garden blooming on smooth skin. Colorful. Beautiful. Soft. Everything he’s not, but he’s suddenly curious to follow the paths of petals and leaves, to see if he can name every flower.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Levi POV, introvert/shy reader, cursing, smut, oral (f. receiving), praise, a lot of teasing, mutual masturbation, switch Levi/reader, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, drinking (not drunk, sober consent), going home with a stranger/one-night-stand (be safe, make good choices, share your location!) (If I missed anything, please let me know!)

A/N: My first smut fic with an idea I've had for a while now! My requests are open, check out submission guidelines for more info on what kind of requests I take. This is a safe space! If you want to discuss a request, have questions, or just want to chat, my asks and messages are always open. As always, thank you to all of my readers and followers! I love hearing from you and seeing everyone interacting with my work :)

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The whiskey is smooth and a little woody on his tongue, pleasantly chilled from the ice and about ninety percent of the reason he agreed to come out tonight.

Erwin bribed him with top shelf liquor and the promise of keeping Hange distracted in exchange for an hour of social interaction amid their friends and some too loud music. With nothing but a book waiting for him on his end table, Levi figured it wouldn't be too painful to humor his long-time friend. The way his shoes slide across spilled drinks and the sticky counters have him immediately regretting saying yes. A heavy hand on his shoulder is the only thing keeping him from leaving immediately.

"C'mon Levi, you gave me your word. One hour," Erwin reminds him, shouting in his ear over the clashing music and mingling voices, as if Levi forgot their deal. Didn't forget, just seriously considering rescinding his commitment.

Instead, he offers a disgusted snarl and shrugs the massive hand from his arm. "As long as you keep your end. Top shelf, open tab."

Erwin rolls his eyes, impressively enunciated by his bushy arched brows. "Of course," he says agreeably as if the request isn't entirely outrageous. "Who knows, maybe you'll meet someone tonight. Actually socialize for once."

Levi contemplates ordering an entire bottle just to spite the man.

While he may have promised to stick around for an hour, he made no such promise about indulging their mundane conversation topics or, heaven forbid, getting trapped between sweaty hormonal bodies on the dance floor. Levi keeps to the edge of the club, daring to lean against a wall that he hopes is cleaner than the tables and seats — just to be safe, he discretely wipes the surface as a last-ditch effort to protect his gray turtleneck from any possible stains.

He tries not to wince at the way the music pulses in his chest and behind his eyes as he scans the crowd. His friends have all scattered among the writhing bodies. Mike and Nanaba found a not to private corner to grind on each other, a sight that has Levi's lip curling in distaste. Everyone seems playfully drunk, not yet sloppy but loose and confident enough to not care how they dance or scream along to the music. Erwin is being crowded by a handful of bright-eyed and airily tipsy young women with flushed cheeks and wondering hands. The arch of his brow and easy smile says he doesn't mind the attention. Though clearly not all of them are interested, Levi realizes when he spots a flash of blue lingering on the outskirts of the little gathered group.

You're standing off to the side with a small furrow to your brow, hair slightly curled and brushing along the tops of your shoulders and the blue that caught his attention a moment ago. It's a soft unnatural shade, sugary like a blue raspberry slushy. You don't look particularly happy by your friends being so easily distracted by Erwin, though not mad or annoyed either. Just...awkward, like you don't know how to stand in a way that looks casual instead of uncomfortable. In one hand is a drink that you've barely touched, something dark and probably bitter if he had to guess. Your other arm is crossed protectively over your middle like you don't want to risk bumping into anyone.

He knows the feeling.

You're wearing a white sundress, which normally he wouldn't expect to be appropriate clubbing ware, but the light fabric drapes nicely over your figure, cinched at the flattering curve of your waist and flaring out over your thighs. The dress is a nice contrast to the rest of your look. He can't pick out all of the little details from this distance, but your arms, legs, and neck are covered in colors and intricate lines.

Now, Levi doesn't have any tattoos. He's never been particularly fond of the idea of permanently marking his body like that, but he could appreciate the artistry behind it.

A moment later, Levi's shaken from whatever daze had him trapped on the bright colors decorating your skin and the well-loved high-tops on your feet. It's Hange, of course, dancing manically as they drag Moblit behind them, arms waving and hips rocking with alcohol and bad rhythm. Moblit is amusingly exasperated with his partner, an indulgent smile pulling at his cheeks that quickly turns to panic when Hange's boisterous moves lead them directly into your unassuming form. Levi barely refrains from flinching when your drink topples from your grasp, spilling down the flowing skirt of your dress and dripping down your left leg. The glass doesn't shatter, which is a small mercy.

Levi has already made his way to the bar, trading his whiskey glass for a couple of clean rags, some club soda, and a cup of water before making his way over to Moblit's flustered apologies as he tries to dab your dress with soiled napkins and your gentle reassurances that it's not a big deal. Which Levi would agree that it's not a big deal if your drink hadn't been dark and your dress white.

He silently offers one of the rags soaked in the club soda, only speaking when you seem confused. "For the stain, so it doesn't set in right away." He has to lean in to be heard over the pounding pop song the DJ thought would be a good idea. The flowers blooming along your skin are far clearer at this proximately, intimately designed across the curves of your skin and bright with color. Part of him wants to trace the petals, count the leaves and name every flower that reminds him of his mother's love for the plants growing up. Most of him realizes those thoughts are creepy, especially without even knowing your name, so he pulls back entirely.

Your timidly sweet smile is enough to sway any discomfort he may have felt initially at being so close. Levi tries not to linger on the feeling of your fingers brushing his when you accept the cloth.

And then Hange is draping themself over his shoulders, smelling like Redbull and vodka, making his nose scrunch. "That's our Levi, ready and waiting to fix every mess." They pinch his cheek, risking their fingers getting caught between his teeth. "Our little clean freak."

Levi covers the flush that threatens to warm his neck by pushing Hange off of him and towards the still frazzled Moblit.

"Well, I'm grateful for the help. This is one of my favorite dresses." Your voice is only just loud enough to be heard over all the other noise. "I'm gonna head up to the bar, let them know there was a spill." You make a special point to look him the eye when you accept the glass of water he's holding out to get rid of the stickiness on your leg. "Thank you, Levi."

He likes the way you say his name, wondering a moment later what yours is.

Levi watches you thread through the crowd, dodging elbows and skipping over tripping hazards with the expertise of a well-practiced introvert. It makes him ponder what brought you here, a crowded and decidedly not introvert-friendly space. He's reminded of his and Erwin's deal, wondering if you had made a similar agreement with the friends who haven't even noticed your accident or your absence, giggling and twirling their hair between sips of lemon drops and flirty banter.

"You should go talk to her," a voice attacks his eardrum, and once again he's batting Hange's breath from his face. "C'mon, Levi, live a little! You're clearly interested!"

He frowns at the idea of being 'clearly' anything, but resolves that talking to you would be a far better way to spend the rest of his hour here than babysitting his friends or staring passively at the crowd.

When he gets back to the front, you're wiping down your left leg while idly chatting with the bartender. His eyes catch on the detailed combination of yellow sunflowers and red snapdragons intertwining from your ankle and disappearing up under the hem of your sundress. The lines are dark and the colors bright, glistening as you drag the wet rag along your skin, shadows and highlights done so professionally that for a moment he thinks he could pluck a bouquet from your skin and offer it in greeting. There are different flowers along the rest of your visible skin, intentional combinations of colors and only a handful of species he can name. He wonders what they mean beyond their vibrancy and pretty shapes, why you chose them to grace your skin forever. He wonders if your skin is really as soft as a flower petal.

Levi shakes himself from those thoughts by the time he takes the empty stool beside you, looking first to the bar tender. "Whiskey on the rocks," Levi orders, nodding when the man holds up the same brand he picked before, then he looks to you. "What are you drinking?"

You blush prettily under his gaze in what he thinks might be embarrassment or maybe just shyness. "You don't have to–"

"Think of it as repayment," he interrupts, trying to offer what he hopes is a calming twitch of his lips and not a grimace, "for the one my friend spilled all over you."

"Um, sure, that would be nice." You give out smiles easily, eyes shining in a way that has nothing to do with alcohol. Levi likes the way it teasingly flashes your teeth and dimples your cheek.

"So what'll it be?"

You pause, anxiously chewing on your lip. Levi tries not to stare. "Well, I don't go out like this often, so I had my friend choose for me. A Long Island I think, but...not really my taste. Too strong." You wince like it's a crime not to like a drink.

It sounds like your friend just wanted to get you drunk, regardless of your tastes.

"How about something sweeter?" He offers, already running through a list of the drinks he knows Hange likes when they're in an especially festive mood. When the bar tender places his whiskey down in front of him, Levi taps the counter. "You have stuff for a Melon Ball?" When he nods, Levi orders one for you and adds it to his tab. Well, Erwin's tab.

"What's in a Melon Ball?"

"Sweet Midori, which is like a concentrated melon juice infused with liquor, some orange juice, and only about a shot of vodka. Very sweet, not super strong. I think you'll like it."

You gift him another smile and he wonders if he should start counting how many he can pull from you tonight. "I look forward to trying it then, Levi."

While waiting for your drink, Levi wonders how he can keep the conversation going. Not that the silence is bad, it's actually strangely comfortable, but he also finds he likes the sound of your voice. "You mentioned you don't go out often," he starts in what he hopes is a casual tone. "This a special occasion or just peer pressure?"

"A little of both, if I'm honest." You stop there, fiddling with your fingers in a way that shows you're a little anxious, out of your element. But you're still smiling, the curve of your lips genuine enough that he's sure it's not out of curtesy.

He tries something that he hopes is a little less invasive. "What should I call you?"

"Call me?"

"You know my name's Levi, obviously. What about you?" Levi sips at his whiskey, eyeing the way your blue hair tickles your cheeks and hides your face just enough from him to be shy. "Doesn't even have to be your real name if you don't want. You could be anyone."

You hum, clearly thinking about the pros and cons of sharing your real name. He's curious, of course, but he's not about to force anything out of you. "You can call me..."

"What about Blue?" Levi dares to reach out, twirling some of your hair on his finger. It's softer than he thought chemically colored hair would be. Like silk ribbons. He drops the strip before he accidently gives into the urge to run his fingers through the rest of your hair, surely a step too far at this stage, though he can't quite hide his smirk at the pink spreading across your cheeks.

"Um, yeah...yeah, that's fun. Blue," you repeat as if to taste the name on your tongue. "Just call me Blue."

When the bar tender sets the Melon Ball on the counter in front of you, he offers you both a sly grin before moving onto the next drunk guy slurring for another round of shots for him and his friends. The drink is an electric green color and smells like sugar, promising to stain tongues. Levi watches with an encouraging lift of his brow as you hold the glass and take a generous swallow, cartoonishly giving the drink an honest try.

Your lips pucker and you giggle, tongue darting out to lick an excess drop at the corner of your mouth that he suddenly wants to taste, knowing it'd be sugary with syrup. "Wow, that's delicious." He pretends not to notice your little satisfied sigh.

"Better than the Long Island?"

"Dangerously better."

He muffles a huff of amusement behind the rim of his glass, taking another slow woody sip of his whiskey. "So, Blue," you playfully scoff at his emphasis on the new name, "what are we celebrating?"

"Hmm?" You hum around another sip, tilting your head curiously.

"The special occasion?"

"Oh! Right, um, just a promotion at work." You wave off the accomplishment, tracing the rim of your glass with a delicate finger. "I think they all just wanted an excuse to get wasted, so I promised them one drink. Now here I am."

You raise your glass, smile brightening when he clinks his whiskey to your melon ball in a little toast. "Here you are," he repeats lowly, almost as if he hadn't meant to say it. "I made a deal too. One hour to get them off my back." Levi points over his shoulder, rolling his eyes at how easy it is to spot his friends, towering and drunk and verging on sloppy.

"They seem...fun," you offer kindly, barely holding back a chuckle at the way Hange commands the dance floor.

"That's a very nice way of saying they need to be institutionalized." When you laugh this time, it's with your whole body. Head thrown back, shoulders shaking, teeth shining. Levi wishes he could sneak a picture, but the moment's passed before he could even finish the thought.

"At least they keep life interesting!"

"There is that," Levi hums, lips pursing because you're not wrong. Dullness is certainly rare, especially where Hange and their antics are concerned.

You turn more completely towards him, bare knee brushing against his dark slacks. Your legs are crossed daintily, orange and red on the left contrasting beautifully with the violet and blue petals clustered among green leaves on your right leg. Hydrangeas and lavender he thinks, with a smattering of white baby's breath. Some of his mother's favorites. A rainbow of different kinds of flowers bloom from your wrists to over your shoulders, though they fade into grayscale roses from your collar and up the slope of your neck.

"An hour, huh? I could spread one drink over an hour," you mutter shyly, an almost coy smile pulling at your syrupy slick lips. Levi unconsciously licks his own, craving something sweet.

Levi dares to shift a little closer, the warmth of your legs bleeding into his own, and he leans forward so he doesn't have to compete so much with the crowds and the music. The way you mimic him, resting your chin on your palm and bending closer as if to share a secret, shows him that he hasn't overstepped any boundaries. "We have a promotion to celebrate, after all. What do you–"

"Oh oh oh, wait! I want you to guess!" You bounce in your seat, biting your lip to contain an excited smile.

He raises a brow. "Guess?"

"You were going to ask what I do, right? We can be anyone, just like you said." Your eyes shine, and Levi is having trouble looking away. "You make up Blue, and I'll make up a whole new Levi!"

It's a silly, juvenile little game, but he can't find a reason to brush it off or tell you no. Not with your dimpled cheek that he wants to kiss or the anxious twist of your hands. "I'll start," he decides, tapping his glass.

You nod, sitting up straight in your seat to pose. Shoulders back, chin up, grinning as you overplay the part and wait for his assessment. Levi looks you up and down, less so because of any possible clues about your job than because he wants to follow the paths of vines and leaves and petals along your skin. The easy answer is tattoo artist, but that feels too simple, too expected.

"You're a cook in a fancy French kitchen, recently promoted to Sous Chef," he eventually announces, a proud smirk curving his cheek at the surprised laugh that bubbles from your chest. "Was I close?"

"Doesn't matter, tonight I'm Blue," you raise your glass in another toast, smile wide, "and Blue is a sous chef, apparently." You take a sip and he spots the green tinting your tongue. "Alright, alright, my turn!"

He strikes a similar pose, sitting strong in his chair. He shivers at the way your eyes drag across his form, wondering if you felt the same heat, the same intensity under his gaze as he does under yours. You seem the slightest bit flustered, shy and teasing at the same time. "Thoughts?"

"A hand model."

Levi pauses, not expecting such a specific response. He'd been prepared for something a little more mundane, like an accountant or something as equally boring. "A hand model? What makes you say that?"

And then you're touching him, reaching for his wrist and running your thumbs along his palm. "You have beautiful hands," you say softly, he wouldn't have heard you if he hadn't been so close, so hung up on your every word. "An artist's hands. Slender, elegant. I can imagine you doing ads for watches or rings."

His skin feels electric under the pressure of your fingers, quick to hold your hand in a gentle grasp when you go to pull away. You see beauty in his hands, he's not ready to let that go just yet. "I like it."

Your cheeks dimple prettily and he's once against struck with the urge to press his lips there, to feel the dip and the softness of your skin. You don't pull back or ask him to let go, which he would in a heartbeat if you did, instead your palm settles nicely against his own, warm and welcoming and his just for this moment.

You hum, a low melodic sound that Levi feels in his own chest, and you tap his shin with your worn converse to break the distracted lull you've both fallen into. "So, where does Blue live?"

That's how the two of you spend the hour, coming up with little details for your made up selves. Heads bent conspiratorially close, trading small laughs and outrageous whispers. You never let go of his hand, even when he squeezes every now and then. Tracing your knuckles and the inked petals on your wrist. Dahlias and carnations and lilies of all colors. You just smile and blush and come up with some new hobby for this alternate version of himself.

According to him, Blue lives in a small cottage in a village just outside of the city. She enjoys commuting to work by train, listening to classical music while she sketches everything from other people on the train to the passing scenery to little nonsensical doodles. She has a vegetable garden that she cares for religiously, most proud of her tomatoes and peppers. And a cat named Sprite that curls up on her shoulders and keeps the mice from her produce.

You ooh and ahh at his construction of your character for the night, not giving away how close he may be to the truth but clearly enjoying the spin of his words.

According to you, Levi lives in one of those big and fancy two-story apartments in the heart of the city. Sleek, modern styles that are easy to keep clean and organized — clearly you took note of Hange's comment about him being a 'clean freak.' But you take it in stride, not turned off by the quality but rather spinning it into a trait to be proud of. He scoffs when you declare he drives a motorcycle, swallowing any confessions with a gulp of whiskey. You confidently say he has a secret love for romance novels that he buries under annotated copies of notable classics and heavy mystery books. And you're convinced he can play the piano, twiddling with his fingers when you say it.

It's all sweet words and lingering stares between the two of you. Levi can't help but watch as you get closer and closer to finishing your drink, an anxious disappointment settling deep in his gut that your time together is almost up. He wonders if you'd let him kiss you before disappearing into the crowd and back to your life away from the little fantasies you've built between intertwined hands.

"Looks like that's your one drink," he says when you finish the last few drops of melon liquor, trying not to sound as disheartened as he feels. "And it's the end of my hour."

You pout, bottom lip jutting out that he wants to suck between his teeth. "I guess you're right," you sigh, leaning into his palm when he risks tucking a wayward strand of bright blue behind your ear. "I should probably wrangle the others anyway."

"Or..." he says before he can stop himself, biting down on the sudden desperation between his teeth, "just let them have their fun for the night."

"And what about me?" There's an expectancy in your voice, like you know what he's implying but you're afraid to assume anything.

"Well, and feel free to tell me to fuck off if this is too forward, but we could leave...together?" The request comes out hesitant, unsure in a way he's not used to feeling, and Levi barely holds back a wince.

"Together...where?"

"I, um, I live near here. We could walk..." Levi stops, rolling his eyes at himself and pulling away to put some space between the two of you. "And now I'm hearing how creepy and murdery that sounds."

"No no no," you ramble, reaching again for his arm with an amused teeth-shining smile. He leans into your hold. "I mean, maybe a little, but it's kind of hard not to sound that way these days with all of the horror stories we hear about. Everything is a red flag, even kindness. Especially kindness. But, I like you…kind of a lot, and I don’t want to stop being with you tonight, not yet.”

“Yeah?”

"Yeah." Your eyes drop to his lips and flicker back up to his gaze, his heart fluttering at the quick movement. "I'm choosing to trust you, so don't murder me okay? Let me just tell my friends I'm going so they don't freak out."

He nods, watching you track down one of your friends with an extra little skip in your step. It makes the skirt of your dress ruffle around your thighs and he decides staring isn't the worse crime he's ever committed. Your friends all squeal obnoxiously, hugging you and kissing your cheeks, peaking over at him in very not subtle ways. Levi waves with the softest scowl he has, lip curling when they squeal again. You pull a phone from a hidden pocket in your skirt that he hadn't even noticed, exchanging a few more words and motioning to the screen — he assumes you're sharing your location with them just in case, which is a precaution he respects. He offers a gentle smile as you make your way back towards him, holding out his hand with a small hope to lace your fingers together.

You do.

Levi quickly grabs his jacket from the small coat check at the entrance of the bar, immediately draping it around your shoulders when he realizes you didn't bring a coat. His place is only a few blocks away, but it's night and cold and maybe it's also an excuse to be close to you. He looks above your head as he helps you adjust the sleeves, making eye contact with a grinning Erwin and a bouncing Hange, rolling his eyes and flipping them off as a goodbye.

He should prepare for an interrogation in the morning.

You grab his hand again, threading your fingers through his and walking close enough that your shoulders brush with every step. Neither of you speak much during the walk, save the mumbled directions Levi lets out every now and then. Partly due to a shared nervous feeling, an almost thrilling anticipation for where the night could lead. And partly because the silence is as comfortable as the conversation had been, soft and mutual like you've known each other for years instead of an hour.

It takes about twenty minutes to get to his building, enough time that any lasting effects of the alcohol fade in the chill and the movement. The walk is nice, a handful of cross streets with very little traffic and lanterns lighting the paths. You're humming some little tune under your breath that he likes the sound of.

He leads you up the initial stairs into the lobby of his building, a modest brick structure with only a handful of tenants. The units are spacious and reasonably priced, and he's fond of the quietness in the neighborhood. Every now and then he looks towards you to see if you've changed your mind, if you seem scared or hesitant or uncomfortable, and every time you gift him another one of your soft smiles and squeeze his hand.

In the elevator, you stand close enough that Levi wonders if you can feel the beat of his heart. Racing in his chest, just behind his ribs. He really hopes his hand isn't sweaty. You're warm and soft at his side, and part of Levi is desperate to touch you, to learn the petals traced into your skin, to know you beyond the fun little stories you made up together.

"This is me," he almost whispers, stopping in front of his door. Levi's a bit hesitant to go inside, wondering for a brief moment if the Levi you created back at the bar is more impressive than his modest living. If he'll disappoint you before even crossing the threshold.

"Levi," you call, and he decides this is the moment you change your mind. You'll offer a placative smile, say some nice words, and disappear entirely from his life. He braces himself. "I just want to...know your expectations before we go inside."

"Nothing," he says immediately. Hopes? Maybe. Wants? Absolutely. But he could never expect you to do anything you don't want to do.

"You sure?"

"Of course." Levi pauses, swallowing the eagerness building in his throat when he catches you staring at his lips again. "Do you...expect anything?"

"No!" It's a little too quick, a little too loud, and you grimace. "I mean, not really. Obviously, you shouldn't feel like you have to do anything you don't want to," you ramble, playing with his fingers that are still in your hold. He can't help the slightest amused tilt to his lips that you're still staring at. "It's just - well, I could have just asked for your number if...if all I wanted to do was talk."

Levi's tongue darts out, licking his bottom lip, eyes locked on the soft curve of your cheek that he's wanted to kiss since your first smile of the night. He leans forward, breath shallow as it ghosts along your skin, lips skimming the soft surface like silk. He revels in the stuttered gasp you let out.

"Can I kiss you?" He purrs in your ear, delighting in the little whimper you can't hold back. Levi draws back, bravely bumping his nose against yours and meeting your shining eyes.

You take a deep shaky breath. "Yes."

So he does. And suddenly he never wants to stop.

Your lips are soft, so so soft. He knew they would be, plush and malleable beneath his own. As welcoming and warm as your smiles. Levi starts slow, savoring the sweet sugary taste of the lingering melon liquor, suckling your bottom lip with gentle pressure. He raises his free hand not still laced with yours, trailing his fingertips along the curve of your jaw until he can cup the base of your head and hold you steady against the brush of his lips. You moan beneath his touch, wrapping an arm around his waist until you're pressed together from hip to forehead.

Levi's momentarily startled when he feels your lips part first, tongue darting out to lick along the seem of his lips. He opens up to you, tongue eagerly chasing the sweet craving he's had since that first sip of the electric green drink. Your tongues dance, caressing each other with exploratory strokes, fighting for dominance for only a moment before Levi pushes into your mouth. He traces along your teeth and the roof of your mouth, tangling with your tongue in a way that leaves him tingling all over. Wanting more. Wanting whatever you're willing to give him.

And then he remembers you're still in the hallway, free for anyone to stumble upon. He pulls back reluctantly, pecking your lips again and again as you stifle desperate little whimpers against his skin. Your breaths mix, noses tapping. He keeps his forehead pressed to yours when he speaks.

"You are just...so beautiful." His words are airy, rising and falling with the deep weight of his chest and his want. He tucks another wayward blue strand behind your ear. "Do you want to go inside, Blue?"

You peck his lips again and this time he feels your smile more than he sees it. "Yes please," you whisper against him.

His key embarrassingly slips twice before he manages to unlock the door, a needy anticipation simmering under his skin and prickling with every touch of your fingers despite the thick layer of his turtleneck in the way. He wants it off to directly feel the press of your fingers and your lips and your warmth, but he wants your dress off more if you'll let him.

When he finally gets the door open in the wake of your giggles and his mumbled curses, you both stumble inside with all of the elegance of two tipsy teenagers despite the little amount of alcohol you actually had.

He drops the coat from your shoulders first, hanging it on the hook by your head when he gets caught in your eyes. Pupils blown wide, lips kiss swollen. The air feels thick between you, a heat he doesn't think he's ever felt before, let alone this fast. He wants to chase it to the ends of the Earth.

Levi skims his fingertips across the roses blooming along your collar and the rest of the garden growing from your shoulders all the way down to your wrists. He can name a couple more to add to the collection, orchids and what he thinks are bluebells along the curves of your muscles. The neckline of your dress is low, sewn with intricate lace patterns and held up with flimsy thin straps. He presses kisses over your bare shoulder and up the column of your throat, licking at your pulse fluttering under the petals on your skin. You gasp and sigh, tilting back to give him more access and gripping at his forearms with a longing he mirrors in his heady caresses.

It takes all of his strength to step back, to give up the taste of your skin for even a second. "Shoes off." The whisper is a shattering scream in the wake of your kisses and whimpers and subtle moans that leave him buzzing for more. Levi kneels down before you've even processed his words, slightly dazed from his attention, puffing his chest with pride. Starting with the left, he unlaces your shoe and delicately holds your ankle in his palm while he removes it to set by the door. He goes slower with the right, massaging the muscle of your calf and brazenly kissing the bundle of baby's breath at the inner curve of your knee.

"Levi..." Your voice fractures under his touches, eyes hooded as you look down at him. His name has never sounded so intoxicating. He wants to hear all the ways you could moan his name.

Levi stands quickly, hands grabbing for your waist when he goes for another deep kiss. Searching for your tongue and your taste and your smile.

"Blue..." he groans in a spare breath when your hands come up to wrap around his shoulders, fingers scratching the short hairs of his undercut. You do it again and he swallows the mortifying keen building in his throat. Levi nudges a knee between your legs, hands stroking your sides and itching to pull away your dress. "Bedroom?"

"Yeah, yes," you nod against his cheek, lips dancing across the sharp edge of his jaw. Levi lowers his hands, briefly skimming the flattering curve of your ass and splaying over the backs of your thighs. He lifts you easily, smirking at the squeak that leaves your throat when he encourages you to wrap your legs around his waist.

He kicks off his shoes before he forgets, walking you both passed the kitchen and living room towards his bedroom at the end of the hall. Taking advantage of your height over him, he latches back onto your throat to taste your pulse. He finds a sensitive spot just behind your ear, the only non-floral tattoo on the canvas of your skin. So far anyway. A tiny honeybee, all fuzzy and yellow and thriving amid the pollen of your tattoo collection. The sound you make when he grazes his teeth along the sensitive flesh behind your ear is his new favorite, a high whine that leaves you breathless and keening.

"More, please Levi," you moan into his ear. His pants twinge, stiffening with want and need for your sounds, your skin, your taste.

Levi traces the shell of your ear with his tongue. "I'll take care of you, Baby Blue." You shiver in his arms, legs quivering around his hips before he's even properly touched you. And, God, does he want to touch you.

He's grateful for the dimmer switch in his bedroom, keeping the lights low and warm. Enough to shine golden across your skin. Levi drops you onto the foot of his bed, chasing the feel of your giggles on his lips and pressing you into his soft downy comforter. Your hands are on his neck, scratching at the base of his scalp and pulling him closer. Lips languid and slick, tongues tasting each other. Levi's leaning over you, hands dancing from your arms and down your sides, squeezing at the gentle curves of your waist and tracing the sensitive flesh of your thighs still wrapped around his torso.

He rolls his hips into yours, swallowing your delicious moan with a matching groan of his own. Levi feels flushed all over, heartbeat thundering across every plain of his body.

You pull away from the kiss first, throwing your head back to catch your breath as he continues littering kisses along your collar, your throat, your jaw. He finds that spot behind your ear again, blowing cool air over the wet trail left behind from his tongue.

"Can I go down on you, Baby Blue?" Levi asks with a stuttered breath, squeezing your thighs and rolling his hips again.

"Can...what?" You stop, which makes him stop. He pulls back, meeting your wide startled eyes with a raised brow of his own

"Go down on you? You know, eat you out, oral sex, lick your–"

"I know what it is!" You laugh, playfully slapping his shoulder when his fingers tickle your sides to keep the sound going. He loves the way you laugh with your whole body, just like at the bar. Head thrown back, shoulders shaking with your mirth. Your hair halos around your head, a crown of soft woven sapphires that Levi wants to run through his fingers.

"So," he pecks your cheek, grinning salaciously against your skin, "can I?"

You bite your lip, that familiar shyness bleeding back into your face. "No one's ever...I've never – um..."

Levi offers the softest smile he can, caressing your heated cheek with his thumb. Hiding his frustration that no one's ever treated you well this way, hoping to be the first. "I won't if you don't want me to, but," he pauses, holding the weight of your gaze with his own, "I think it'll feel good. I want to make you feel good. Can I? Please?"

Your eyes glisten, pupils blown. He waits patiently, relaxing you with the gentle press of his fingers on your neck, your shoulders, your cheeks. You lean into his palm, kissing the pulse of his wrist. "Please, Levi," you sigh, the words puffing against his skin, "make me feel good."

"My pleasure." He grins, lowering those few inches to touch your lips together once again. This kiss is unhurried, almost lazy in the way your lips move together. Levi trails down your chin, your jaw, your throat. He licks across the lace of your dress's neckline, lingering on your heartbeat decorated with honeysuckles and daisies. His nose and his fingers trace the fabric of your dress as he lowers himself over the supple curve of your chest, hoping to spend more time there later, and down the soft slope of your stomach.

Levi drops to his knees, encouraging you to scoot to the edge of the bed. "We can stop at any time," he assures, meeting your eyes with purpose. "If it doesn't feel good or you're uncomfortable, just say the word. Okay?"

"Okay," you breathe, clearly hesitant. But there's a glint of excitement, of warm lust and want in your gaze that he knows is reflected in his own silver eyes.

He starts with his hands, rubbing deep circles into your ankles and your calves. "Just relax," Levi puffs against your skin, lips following the dips and shapes of the sunflower on the side of your left knee as he kneads the tense muscles in your legs. He switches sides, sucking at the petals of a blue hydrangea on your right leg, fingers moving up under the hem of your dress. He slowly raises your skirt, nudging your legs further apart to pepper your inner thighs with kitten licks and soft kisses that make you sigh beautifully.

You made a bold choice tonight with black panties under a white dress, a little bow delicately sewn into the lace border. His eye catches the slightly darker patch at the center of your underwear, hiding his smirk amid a cluster of red snapdragons. He sucks at their petals, darkening their color with his lips and his tongue. You sigh shakily above him, fingers curling into the duvet.

"Good so far?" He checks in, dancing his fingers across the lace edges of your panties.

You nod, choking on a breath when he runs his tongue along the seam of your thigh. "Yeah, Levi, so good."

"Keep telling me, okay Blue? How good my kisses feel." He presses his lips just above that little bow on your panties. "My hands." He kneads your inner thighs, spreading them just a bit wider and brushing the goosebumps on your skin. "My tongue." Levi flattens his tongue on that precious growing wet patch, moaning when your fingers tangle in his hair, your breathless keen music to his ears.

"Oh my god, Levi," you whimper as he slowly laps at your covered pussy, hips moving against his mouth. "Feels good, so so good."

He presses his palm on your abdomen, halting your little thrusts with a gentle pressure. His thumb dips under the top of your panties, rubbing at the sensitive skin there. "Can I take these off, Baby Blue?"

"Mhmm, please Levi," you whine, hips stuttering under his hand. "Wanna feel you, wanna feel good."

"I'll make you feel so good, pretty girl, I promise." Levi kisses your covered pussy one last time, fingers slipping under the elastic and pulling them down your legs. He tosses them somewhere to the side without much thought now that you're bare in front of him.

Levi hooks his arms under the bends of your knees, lifting them comfortably onto his shoulders so he can get closer without straining your hips. "Such a pretty pussy, baby girl," he breathes over your lower lips, diverting to kiss at the bare seam of your right thigh again, licking at a blossoming lavender flower.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, prettiest pussy I've ever seen," he promises into your skin. The sight of your folds, wet and puffy and waiting for him, has a lustful ache building between his own legs. "And you're all mine tonight, Baby Blue, all mine."

He focuses around your most sensitive part first, licking at your mound, kissing the outer lips of your pussy with a tenderness that leaves you wet and aching before him. Generously, Levi lays a teasing kiss on the hood of your clit, delighting in the sudden jerk of your hips and the high squeal you can't muffle with your lips.

You wine, desperately trying to wiggle your hips against the pressure of his hand and his lips. "Stop teasing, Levi..." you trail off in a sudden gasp when his tongue flattens against your pussy, licking from the base and flexing up to your bundle of nerves. Your hand flies to your mouth, muffling those beautiful sounds he wants to hear so much.

Levi stops, pulling back from your intoxicating taste. Sweet, a little salty, uniquely you. He almost laughs at your frustrated groan. "Let me hear all your pretty little sounds, Baby Blue. Helps me know what feels good."

Your hand drops back to the bed, fingers curling and lovely moans shaking your chest when his lips wrap around your clit. He sucks at your nerves, swirling the hardened tip of his tongue all over your bud. Your thighs quake around his head, trying to close from the pleasure but held apart by his shoulders while his palms keep your hips still. Levi lowers his mouth, lapping at your wetness, savoring your taste. He kisses your pussy like he kisses your mouth, languid and thorough and repeating the motions that have your legs spasming and your voice high. His tongue pistons into your wet velvety walls, starting slow until you're begging him to go faster, harder.

The slick between your thighs coats his lips, his chin. You're dripping with want and pleasure that he swallows like a man starved. When he licks back up to your clit, covering the sensitive bud of nerves with his lips, he moans. You shoot up, gasping at the vibrations of his voice on your clit, fingers carding through his hair and pulling. He groans at the sting, eyes rolling and tongue licking more fervently.

"Levi Levi Levi," you ramble, trembling under his fingers and his lips. He grips your thighs tighter. "So close, Levi, 'm so close...gonna cum, gonna–"

"Cum for me, Blue, wanna feel you cum on my tongue." Levi sucks firmly at your clit, head shaking back and forth in a way that has you wailing through your first orgasm of the night and your hips bucking repeatedly against his hold.

"Fuck fuck fuck, Levi so good, so – fuck!" You dissolve into unintelligible moans and murmurs and praises, legs shaking, fingers gripping at his scalp. He rides you through it, lapping at your folds and slurping up your slick, chasing the sound of those delicious moans like his life depends on it. As you rut against his mouth, Levi's right hand releases your quaking thigh and moves towards your entrance. He gathers your slick and easily slides his finger into the plush of your gummy walls. "Ah ah! Nnngh, Levi..."

He kisses your inner thighs, left hand massaging your lower abdomen to help you relax from his intrusion. "Gonna stretch you out all nice for me, pretty girl. Prep you for my cock, okay?" His finger thrusts into you slowly, getting you used to the feeling. Curling up with every push inward, probing your walls for that spongy spot he knows will make you see stars.

You whine, hips wiggling and breath shaking. "Nnngh want more Levi, so good...want, want–"

"What do you want, my Baby Blue? Tell me."

"Wanna cum, cum again, ah ah! Want...'nother finger, want your fingers Levi."

"Only good girls get another finger. You're so tight for me, Blue. So wet and perfect. You gonna be my good girl?"

"Yes!" You gasp, trying to push towards the second finger teasing at your entrance. "Yes Levi, 'm good – your good girl, your Baby Blue! Please, please—!"

Levi grins against your thigh, his own hips straining and bucking with want as he slips a second finger into your heat. Your juices have puddled in his palm, slicking his knuckles. "So so good for me, pretty girl," he moans, adding a third finger to stretch you nicely and picking up his pace when you keen, little mumbled praises slipping from your lips. He hooks his fingers, finally finding that special rough spot inside you that has you crying out in pleasure. "Right there, baby girl? That the spot?"

"Yes yes yes! Fuck right there, don't stop, don't stop, please don't stop, Levi—!"

His fingers curl and rub, focusing on that sensitive rough patch, and his lips latch back onto your clit. He sucks your bundle of nerves, tongue swirling the hardened bud as he fingers your wet pussy. The only sounds in the room are your broken moans of pleasure and the wet squelching of his fingers and tongue. Existing between your thighs is his new favorite place to be, soft and pliable and warm.

Levi hadn't planned for the night to go this way, hadn't planned to find someone beautiful and kind and funny. Someone that could have such a chokehold on his heart and his mind and his body in just an hour. Part of him is terrified for the night to end, for the sun to chase away the sultry shadows of this night, for you to tell him this one night between your thighs is all he'll get. He savors your taste, your sounds, the feel of you beneath his fingers like little treasures and smothers the hope of someday knowing your real name.

Being in the moment is far better than those confusing thoughts.

You fall over that precarious pleasurable edge when he moans around your clit and his fingers brush inside you just so. This one is clearly stronger than the first, and he watches in awe as your thighs shake and your hips convulse, head thrown back in ecstasy as you groan and whimper through your orgasm. His movements slow, now languid firm strokes to draw out the euphoria as long as he can. Flat lazy laps of his tongue and drawn out motions of his fingers as you gush from the intensity of it all.

It isn't until you're pushing at his head, hips jerking from the aftershocks, that Levi releases your pussy from his ministrations with a satisfying pop, giving your clit a last peck. A 'see you later' kind of kiss. His fingers slip easily from your walls and he licks the last of your slick from his lips and his fingertips, swiping the back of his hand across his chin.

Grinning salaciously as he watches you catch your breath, Levi rubs your still shaking thighs, leaning up to kiss from your jaw and up towards his favorite spot behind your ear. "How was that?" He breathes softly, ghosting the words across your forehead.

You laugh, pressing close, fingers laced together over the short hairs of his undercut. "That was perfect, absolutely perfect."

This time, you kiss him first. He knows you can taste yourself on his tongue, the air between you heady and thick with tension. Your hands wander down the back of his clothed neck, over his shoulders, and settle at his waist. You bunch the fabric of his sweater, tugging upwards with a new desperation in the wake of your orgasms.

He grins against your mouth, helping you untuck the fabric from his dark slacks. While he separates from the kiss long enough to pull off the sweater, your fingers are busy at his belt and the button of his pants. The turtleneck is cast aside, the belt following. Levi stands to step out of the slacks, now bare in front of you except for a modest pair of black boxer briefs.

Now, Levi's always been pretty proud of his body and for good reason. He works hard to take care of himself and it shows in the firm plains of his chest, the chisel of his abdomen, the strong muscles in his thighs and calves. He's lean but strong, skin unblemished besides a handful of scars life thought important to grant him. He has every reason to be proud of his body...

Yet, as you stare at him with dark eyes he cannot read, Levi swallows the sudden nervous energy building in his throat. Not to mention the way you linger a little too long on the obvious bulge in his briefs. He fights the urge to cross his arms or reach for a blanket. Instead, he forces a false confidence into the cadence of his voice.

"See something you like?" He hates the words as soon as they're out of his mouth, sounding arrogant and awkward and wrong. But you laugh, so he counts that as some kind of win.

You reach forward, still seated on the edge of the bed with your dress now resettled over your thighs, and rest your hands on his waist. Your thumbs rub tiny circles in the V of his hips. You stand, now chest to chest with him. His skin burns under your fingertips, ripples of goosebumps immediately alighting across his body as you dare to explore. Pressing delicate shapes into his abs, ticklishly skimming his sides, tracing letters he can't focus on into his pec just over the beat of his racing heart. Levi's eyes slip closed, just relishing in your touches.

"I think you're beautiful, Levi." He feels the words in your breath as it ghosts over the sharp ridge of his collarbone, itching to lean a millimeter forward to feel your lips on his skin. "Since the moment I saw you under those flashing lights," you kiss up the column of his throat so lightly he wonders if he imagined the softness of your lips, "coming to my rescue with club soda and napkins. You made me so nervous."

Levi sighs at your gentle touches, relishing in your sensual words and the way they paint praises into his skin. "Nervous? Why?" He can't even be embarrassed by the deep heavy breaths he needs to speak, anticipation building the more you touch him so achingly slow.

"Because you're clearly out of my league."

"Hardly!" He scoffs, cracking his eyes open to find you already watching him, smile teasing yet somehow tender at the same time. Air catches in his throat.

You raise a hand, fingers gliding through the fringe across his forehead, messy from your desperate grip just a few minutes ago. Your palm rests on his cheek, his lips seeking the pink dahlia on your wrist. "I think you might just be out of everyone's league."

He wants to argue, to spew poetry about how lovely you are, to use words that are far too inappropriate for the few hours you've known each other. Instead of falling victim to that humiliation, Levi recaptures your mouth with his own. The kiss is needy and firm and you reciprocate just as enthusiastically. Your hands roam each other's bodies, feeling everywhere but never feeling enough. You tug him closer by the hips, and Levi gasps as you press against the hardening heat in his pelvis.

Without him even realizing, you've switched positions with him and he startles for only half a second when you push him onto the bed. The shocking moment passes when you climb on top of him, and all he can think about is the way you straddle his hips, the way your white sundress cascades over his dark bedding, the way your blue hair curtains around him when you lean down to kiss him. All the ways you consume him in the curl of your smile and the warm shine of your eyes.

Your hips roll over his hardness, making him groan deep in his throat. "Wait wait wait," he stammers, scrambling to still your movement against every want in his body. You stop, leaning back with a concern so raw and compassionate that his chest aches. "You didn't do anything wrong," Levi assures quickly, caressing your cheek. His lips quirk up. "Maybe a little too right, actually."

Eyes flickering over his face, you nod at the honesty he pushes to the forefront. "Then what?" He can feel the way your thighs tremble impatiently.

Instead of answering, Levi braces you on his lap with one hand, stretching the other towards the drawer of his nightstand. He rummages for a moment until his fingers lock on the foil square he was looking for. "Didn't want to get too caught up in the moment," he mumbles, dropping the condom onto the comforter by his head for easy access.

Your eyes are hooded, flashing between him and the condom with a speed that has his heart thundering. "Bit presumptuous, hmm?"

"You think so?" He rolls his hips beneath you, both of you groaning at the much needed friction on your cores. Levi curses his briefs, the only fabric between your heats, wishing he could feel you bare against him.

Something like fire burns in your eyes, hands roaming his chest. When your nails scrape along his pecs, you clearly notice the way he shutters beneath you. And when you graze over his nipples with the pads of his fingers, you smirk at the little keening sounds he tries to swallow. You lean down, running your tongue along the subtle red marks left behind be your nails, wrapping your lips around his right nipple while your fingers tweak the left. It's a sensation he's not used to, the tingling warmth that comes from you playing with his nipples, but he likes it. Likes the little sparks of pleasure that shoot from your lips sucking the pebbled bud down to his hardened length. His hips buck up into you.

You switch sides, humming around his left nipple, fingers scratching at his abs. "You're so soft, Levi," you murmur against his skin. "Could spend all night just touching you like this."

And he wants you to, he wants that more than almost anything. Anything except to feel you. His fingers dance impatiently at your dress. "Can I take this off, huh Baby Blue? Let me see you? Touch you?"

At your nod, Levi is quick to sit you both up. He gathers the laced cotton fabric. bunching it up around your hips before slowly lifting the sundress up. There are bouquets on your hips he hadn't noticed before, too beautifully distracted to catalog the newest flowers on your skin. White chrysanthemums and purple hyacinths on your left hip contrasted with the vibrant orange marigolds and white magnolia's on the right. You raise your arms so he can fully remove the dress, fingers immediately going to the clasp of your simple white bra before he can take the honor. When the fabric drops away, he's as drawn to your exposed skin and pert nipples as he is to the the banner of dandelions and daffodils that decorate the undersides of your breasts. You seem suddenly shy, wrapping your arms around yourself to hide from him.

He kneads his thumbs into your biceps, pressing his lips to your forehead. "You're a work of art, Blue. Every part of you sculpted perfectly. I wish you wouldn't hide from me." Levi kisses your cheeks next, the tip of your nose, your jaw, your chin, and finally your lips in a chaste sensual touch. "Would it help if...you weren't the only one naked?"

His briefs are still on, the last barrier. It feels like the final line to cross. But you nod, fingers already hooking into the elastic. Levi raises his hips and helps you pull the last bit of cloth from his body and tosses them aside with the rest of your clothes.

You're staring again and he now understands why you covered yourself, fighting the urge to do the same.

Before he can overthink, you're reaching down to wrap a hand around his length, making him choke on whatever words he was going to say. He doesn't remember, only the warmth and softness of your hand clouding his mind. Levi's cock isn't huge, but he is long, slightly curved towards the tip and well groomed. Your grip is firm, not too tight but squeezes him just enough to feed that burning ache, and he cries out when your thumb brushes the weeping red head. His hips buck without his permission as you spread his prespend along his length.

The extra slick helps you move faster, now jerking him off with an enthusiastic flourish. Your thumb focuses on a particularly sensitive vein on the underside of his cock, threatening his flimsy restraint when you start whispering sweet little nothings against his ear. "You feel so good, so hard for me Levi. All for me, right? All mine tonight?"

"Yeah, yeah all for you...ah—!" Levi whimpers when your other hand goes down to squeeze his balls, that familiar tightness building deep in his core.

To keep from losing control entirely and blowing his load before he's even been inside you, Levi distracts himself with your heaving chest right in front of his face. He kisses your sternum first, lathing at the skin between your breasts because it's bare of ink and so so smooth. He sucks a mark into the skin there, tongue tracing the heated inflamed hickey with a possessiveness he shouldn't feel this fast. Your hands are still busy between his legs, tugging him, rubbing him, making his vision blur with pleasure.

Levi gives your chest the same treatment you gave his. Licking and tweaking your nipples with his lips and his fingers. Sucking more little marks into your breasts. His fingers trace the sensitive underside of your chest, cupping your breasts gently and squeezing to hear those musical moans of yours.

"Condom, Levi, get the condom. Want you inside me," you sigh into his ear, hips wiggling as your hands still piston around his cock.

The condom is in his hand before he's even thought to move, tearing open the foil with his teeth. He pinches the top, sliding the rubber over his length with ease. You encourage him to lay down with your palms on his chest, scooting up his body to slot your hips together. You haven't even touched him yet and you're already dripping, thighs glistening with your slick. Levi's chest rumbles when you press your soaking folds against his cock, rolling up and down to prep his length with your wetness.

"That's it, Baby Blue, just like that." He places his hands at your waist, thumbs circling the petals inked on your skin. "You ready, pretty girl? Ready for my cock?"

You nod rapidly, reaching down to position him at your entrance. "Yeah Levi, ready for you, want you inside so bad."

"Go slow, okay? Just relax, deep breaths, don't hurt yourself."

He can tell you're still sensitive from before, breathing deeply with tiny whimpers between exhales as you painfully slowly lower yourself. His head passes that first ring of muscle, his abdomen flexing from how tight you are despite using three fingers before to stretch you for him. You're wet enough that he glides in smoothly, your gummy walls hugging him like a vice and it's taking every ounce of strength not to just thrust upward those last few torturous inches. It feels like hours pass before you're fully sat in his lap, pelvic bone to pelvic bone.

"You're so deep, Levi...feels so good—!" You squeak when he wiggles his hips the slightest bit.

"So tight Blue, squeezing me so well." You're hunched over him, breathing deeply as you get used to him inside of you. He brushes a messy strand of blue from your forehead. "Move when you're ready, my sweet girl."

Levi thinks you might just be the most gorgeous thing he's ever seen, shining with sweat and lust above him. Blue hair mused, lips swollen from his kisses. Nothing about this feels like just fucking, like a meaningless one-night-stand, but it's impossible for it to be the other thing. Right?

Those dangerous thoughts fall away the moment you start moving. You start with small, shallow thrusts. Both of your moans filling the room as you raise yourself higher and higher only to lower yourself just as slowly. You take him deep and hard, but so unhurried like you want to memorize the ridges of his cock against your inner walls. The space between you is damp and sticky with sweat and arousal.

Levi groans at a particularly hard thrust, thighs tensing as he tries not to buck up into you. He wants this to be at your pace, but fuck if the slowness of it all isn't killing him just a little bit. "Can you go faster for me, Baby Blue? Please?"

And you do with a keening, "Mmhmmm!" You speed up until you're practically bouncing on his lap, breasts jiggling with the movement, eyes scrunched shut. Your hands are braced on his shoulders as you ride him. "Ah, ah! Nnngh, so good, so close Levi. Can't – need you, please. Need you, Levi—!"

He rolls you both over so your back presses into the mattress, hooking your legs around his hips as he thrusts into you. "I got you, I got you. Gonna take such good care of you, sweet girl..." Levi snaps into your heat quickly. "You feel perfect, the perfect little pussy! So tight for me, taking me so well! This pussy was made for me, don't you think Blue?"

"Yes yes yes! Just for you Levi!"

"Gonna ruin you, gonna make you cum...you wanna cum?"

"Please—!" You draw out the word on a strangled moan, wiggling against his thrusts as you chase that high. "Wanna cum, want you to make me cum—! Ah, ah, nngh—!"

Levi had raised your left leg, hooking your knee over his shoulder, and the new angle meant that every thrust grazed that special spongy patch inside of you. He captures your mouth in a searing kiss, swapping groans and spit between your messily tangled tongues. You cum when he sucks at the honeybee tattoo behind your ear, wailing and shaking through your orgasm so beautifully Levi's tempted to take a picture. He keeps up the brutal pace of his hips, right hand snaking to your puffy abused clit to rub maddening little circles.

"Oh my god, Levi—! Fuck—! So much, so good...!"

"C'mon, one more Baby Blue. You can give me one more, can't you?"

Your head thrashes from side to side, tears building in your eyes. "Don' know, don' know!"

"Yeah you can, you can give me one more." Levi speeds up his thumb on your clit, adding enough pressure that your thighs shake around him. "Love to watch you cum, pretty girl. Could watch it all night, every night."

"Please, please, please..." you ramble between unintelligible praises and whimpers.

Levi swipes your hair from your face, pressing his forehead to yours. "Look at me, Blue." Your eyes flutter, staring up at him with pupils blown in ecstasy and tears trailing down your cheeks. His nose nudges yours, breath ghosting over your lips. "Cum for me."

You tumble over that edge with a scream of his name. That tight band of pleasure inside Levi snaps and he follows you into bliss. It's white hot behind his eyes, tingling from the tip of his head and down to his curling toes. He prolongs the feeling, chasing that heat with deep purposeful bucks of his hips and slows drags of his thumb over your clit. You're practically sobbing beneath him, rutting your hips for those last drops of euphoria, milking him for all he's worth.

Blasphemously, he never wants to leave the heaven between your thighs.

"T-too much," you stammer, giggling as you nudge his hand from your clit, lacing your fingers with his far stickier ones without a care in the world.

He slows his movements, catching every last one of your whimpers between his lips, until he's still and softening in your trembling heat. Levi pulls out with great reluctance, rolling to his back beside you.

And even now, the silence between you is as comfortable as if you've known each other for years.

He'd hesitate to say wow, but..."Wow."

Your head swivels towards him, the cutest most satisfied smile on your face. "Yeah, wow." You're still trying to catch your breath, chest heaving and shining with perspiration. "You made me cum four times."

"I did," he chuckles, raising a brow. "What? Do you want to cum four more times?"

"No!" You laugh, playfully hitting his shoulder. "Just...wasn't expecting it, I guess."

Levi turns on his side, reaching to run his fingers through your hair and leaning in to kiss your cheek. "You deserve to feel good," he says like it's fact, because it is, and swallows any other dangerous words that threaten to escape his throat. "Stay with me."

Except those words apparently.

You smile warmly like you always do. "I'd like that," you whisper, leaning into his palm. "I was hoping not to pay for a cab tonight anyway."

He's not sure if he's glad or disappointed you think he means just for the night.

"I'll be back in a minute." Levi pecks your lips before disappearing into the bathroom. He starts by removing the condom, tying it off and tossing it into the bin. He gets a wet rag and cleans himself up, reaching for a fresh pair of sweat pants that hang low on his hips. He quickly brushes his teeth and washes the stickiness from his face and hands. No time or energy for an actual shower. Grabbing another washcloth, he wets it under the warm tap, refusing to look at his reflection lest he's forced to confront something far too lovesick and complicated.

When he saunters back into the room, you're tapping at your phone, presumably to update your friends so they don't worry about you in the morning. He briefly wonders if any of them managed to snag Erwin for the night.

You startle slightly when he swipes the wet cloth on your inner thigh, gently cleaning between your legs with a probably unprecedented amount of care. He makes eye contact, silently asking if you want him to stop, but you say nothing, just gift him another one of your easy smiles and spread your legs a little wider.

"Thank you, Levi," you say when he finishes, and he's grateful when you don't comment on the way he tenderly rubs your skin with his thumb.

"Of course." He steps towards the dresser, pulling out one of his best oversized t-shirts, soft from age and use and his favorite fabric softener. And a pair of boxers as well. Modesty and all that. "Here," he sets the clothes in your awaiting hands, half tempted to toss them away at the idea of you covering up. "I keep single-use toothbrushes under the sink for when Hange crashes here, if you want. Use anything in there."

You kiss his cheek as a thank you and it leaves his skin prickling. He resists the urge to touch the spot like a teenage girl with a crush.

While you're getting ready for bed, Levi tries to clean up a little. He collects all of his wayward clothes and tosses them into the hamper. He replaces the comforter, wet with your shared sweat. with a fresh blanket, making a mental note to wash it tomorrow. He eyes your dress and panties, deciding it's not a step too far to fold them neatly and leave them on top of his dresser. You know he's a 'clean freak' after all.

Lastly, he grabs two unopened bottle of water from his fridge, one for himself and one for you. He walks back into the bedroom, spotting you already getting cozy under the covers, and he barely holds back an elated smile. Though he can't do much about the way his heart flutters.

"Drink." He holds the bottle out to you, delighting in another one of your soft laughs.

"Yes sir," you salute, and Levi tries very very hard not to react to that. That is something to explore another day — if there is another day.

Levi takes his place on the other side of the bed, settling under the covers on his back. He's surprised when, once you've finished half the bottle of water, you curl into his chest. Head on his shoulder, arm winding around his waist, leg twining between his own. He loves it, but doesn't say it, doesn't show it, just wraps an arm around you and rests his chin on the blue crown of your head. You smell like his lotion and his toothpaste, and beneath that you still smell like sex.

How can something feel so nice and so terrifying at the same time?

A lot occurs to Levi in this moment, but one thing stands out above all else.

"Are you ever going to tell me you're real name?"

You adjust beneath him, craning back so you can meet his gaze. Your smile is coy this time, all teeth and dimple and mirth. "I don't know, I kind of like Blue."

"Me too, but..." Levi pauses, taking a deep courageous breath, "I'd like to know the real you. If – if that's something you want too."

He holds his breath as he waits for your response, counting the seconds as he tries to read your expression, but you're giving nothing away. He thinks his lungs may collapse when you finally speak.

"How about over breakfast?"

Levi blinks, calming his racing heart. "Yeah," he says eventually, feeling soft and mushy and like nothing anyone has made him feel before. "Breakfast sounds nice. I know a place, bit of a drive though."

"On your motorcycle?" You ask cheekily, grin widening at the long telling stretch of his silence. You shoot up, fingers pinching his sides at your victory. "I knew it!"

And when you fall into a fit of giggles, face shining under the dim lighting of his bedroom and lips looking oh so inviting, the only reasonable thing Levi can do is kiss you again.

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✎.⋆About Me and This Blog⋆.➳

This is a Giant/tiny writing blog for both fanfics and original works with my ocs!

This is a side blog, my main blog is @selfshipping-shapeshifter where I chat with mutuals and gush about my f/os!

I have a few other writing blogs:

@self-shipping-selfcare where I write x Reader oneshots and headcanons (my main writing blog)

@letters-from-your-fo where I write exclusively letters (typically but not limited to love letters) from your f/o to you

@your-yandere-darling where I write exclusively yandere oneshots and headcanons (with fictional characters, my ocs, and/or just a yandere character type)

@fnaf-edits where my friend and I post exclusively Fnaf (he does edits, matchups, and kin assignments and I write oneshots and headcanons)

I go by Amber and Jonas and I’d really appreciate it if you used both names for me! I identify as genderfluid and a trans man; male, female, and nonbinary; and my pronouns are He/They/She. I’d really appreciate it if you mix up my pronouns/gendered terms when referring to me (ex: “Where are they, I saw them a while ago? Actually, I think he might be in his room. She’s always on her computer writing something.” or “He’s in here, but they’re too busy on her computer writing something.”) but if you must refer to me with one set of pronouns, I prefer they/them or he/him rather than just she/her

I’d also appreciate it if whenever you request something you make it seem like you’re ordering something, like from an actual cafe. For example you could say; “Could I order a Giant (Character/Oc) x Tiny Reader with extra fluff and a bit of spice?” or something like that based on your request? Of could you don’t have to, it’s just a fun thing I’d love to see and appreciate it if you played along :3

❥.⋆↜Masterlist↝⋆.★

❥.⋆↜My Ocs↝⋆.★

✎.⋆I Will Write⋆.➳

Fluff

Angst

Suggestive scenes

Romantic oneshots/headcanons

Platonic oneshots/headcanons

Yanderes

Polyamorous relationships

Character x Reader

Character x My Oc

My Oc x Reader

My Oc x My Oc

Character x My Self Insert

My Oc x My Self Insert

And maybe more

✎.⋆I Won’t Write⋆.➳

Character x Character (sometimes, ignoring polyamory)

Smut (I can write suggestive scenes but I can’t write full-on smut)

Vore (I’m not very good at writing it, I’m sorry-)

YouTubers/Celebrities x Reader

Taboo topics such as Insest and pedophilia and more

Some of the weird fetishes

✎.⋆Fandoms I Write For⋆.➳

A Monster in Paris

At Dead of Night

Beastars

Bendy and the Ink Machine/Bendy and the Dark Revival

Call of Duty Zombies (Primis and Ultimis Richtofen only please)

Cuphead

Danganronpa

Detroit: Become Human

Doki Doki Literature Club

Five Nights at Freddy's

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss

Homegrown Pet

John Doe Game

Portal 2

Puss in Boots The Last Wish

Red Shoes and the Seven Dwarfs

Scrutinized

Skyrim

Spooky Month

Super Mario Bros Movie (Bowser only please)

Team Fortress 2

The Bad Guys

The Great Mouse Detective

Trapped With Jester

Undertale/Deltarune

Villainous

Yandere Simulator

Your Boyfriend

And maybe more I can't remember at the moment (please don’t hesitate to ask me if there’s a certain fandom I’ll write for, because I believe I write for more than this but I can’t remember all my fandoms)

✎.⋆Other Rules You Should Know⋆.➳

If you’re requesting something from Call of Duty Zombies, I’m still learning the lore and everything and I only write Richtofen as of now

For Danganronpa, I’ll write for the games only. I haven’t seen the anime yet, reason why I can’t write for it. I’ll also write for any character except Celeste and anyone from the anime and Ultra Despair Girls. My favorite characters to write for are Teruteru and Hifumi

For the Super Mario Bros Movie, I’ll only write for Bowser for right now

For Villainous, I haven’t seen the show yet but I have seen the shorts so I won’t write for anyone from the show only yet

I have the right to reject a request for whatever reason (I think I can’t write it, it’s not a fandom I’m in, I’ve already written something too similar to it, I’m uncomfortable with it, etc) and I might either answer your ask politely rejecting your request or I just delete the ask

If I'm obsessed with a certain fandom I'll be more focused on writing for it but I don’t mind if you request something from a different fandom (though I prefer if you request something from the fandom(s) that I’m currently obsessed with)

I’m a lazy procrastinator who fears I won’t be good at interpreting the characters well. It might take a while for me to finish your request because I either procrastinated, didn’t know how to write the character you requested, or both. Another reason why I wouldn't finish a request quickly is because I had a lack of motivation and/or inspiration which has been happening a lot recently, so if your request takes longer from that then I sincerely apologize

Please be specific when requesting something, if you aren't specific I'll assume you're fine with something random. And for polyamorous relationships, please specify the relationship (ex: Is Character A and Character B dating each other and the reader or are they simply friends who are both dating the reader?)

Crossovers are welcome here, the only rule is it has to be in my list of fandoms. You can still ask me if I know a certain TV Show/movie/video game/book/anime. If you request anything anime, chances are I don’t know it since I haven’t seen a lot of anime. I want to watch more, though (at some point)

Please be respectful and I hope you enjoy your time here!

✾.⋆I hope you enjoy your stay~♡

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FIC 20 QUESTIONS

@gallifreyburning tagged me in this!

1. how many works do you have on Ao3?

Ten! I am a prolific reader, but not so much a writer.

2. what's your total Ao3 word count?

253,223. Holy moly. I remember when cranking out 1500 words was a lot for me. I never expected to break that Big Phat 100k, which is yet another reason gallifreyburning is the wind beneath my wings. Half of those words are hers.

3. what fandoms do you write for?

The Old Guard and Jupiter Ascending are my two most dominant fandoms per stats. I've also written for Mad Max, the MCU, Leverage, and The Man from Uncle (the 2015 movie), but I wouldn't call these my most active reading fandoms.

4. what are your top five fics by kudos?

If Never Again, If Every Day (cowritten with gallifreyburning, TOG)

Kiss With a Fist (cowritten with gallifreyburning, TOG)

A Fine Chain (JA)

and sat him doon at her bed feet (Leverage)

breathes there the man (TMFU)

lolllll no surprises here.

5. do you respond to comments?

Unfortunately not. When all of my fics were relatively short and I only got a handful of comments on each one, I replied individually to each comment. However, we have THOUSANDS of comments on INAIED, and although I've replied to some of the particularly consistent and wonderful commenters, there is no way for me to get all of them. However, please know that they are all loved.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

and reason quite decay, for Mad Max. It's a pre-canon snippet to the 2015 movie, about how Max lost the little girl he keeps hallucinating. I was very, very much into the "all lower caps, title is a line from a poem" aesthetic. Still am, to be honest, but A Fine Chain is just CONSUMING me atm.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

and sat him doon at her bed feet is a triptych of each of the Leverage OT3 being a selkie and getting together with the OT3, so that's technically three happy endings in one, but our INAIED boys worked so hard for their payoff that I have to put them first.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I have been lucky enough to avoid this so far!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I've written a grand total of like...two smut scenes, both of them m/m, but DEPENDING on how much longer I can tolerate the slow burn of A Fine Chain, I may be writing something f/m in the near-ish future!

now private chats between mutuals about IMAGINED character smut, on the other hand...

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I don't write crossovers - they generally don't appeal to me as a reader so I avoid them as a writer.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not as far as I know, and I hope and pray it never happens to me. INAIED got a few weird pings last year, but so far I've been very very lucky.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have gotten a request or two, but I don't remember if a translation was ever posted?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

LOLLLLLLL. If it weren't for @gallifreyburning i would still be languishing at 5-something chapters of AFC and a handful of fics, and I would never have written for TOG at all.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Harsh, bro. I don't think I have a very favorite ship, but I definitely have favorite dynamics. See my "you are responsible forever for what you have tamed" tag

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Much Nothing About an Ado. My post-canon Mad Max fic where Max comes back to the Citadel and Furiosa decides to Hit That, but in the sexy way this time. But hey! I thought that It would take another decade to finish A Fine Chain, and I am ROLLING!

16. What are your writing strengths?

Mmmmfdfnggg. Umm...I'm very good at long, flowery descriptions, and at grounding clips of dialogue to specific physicality and setting, I think? When I want to write something, I usually see a movie of what I want to write playing out in my head, and then I have to figure out how to translate those actions to the page in a way that accurately conveys the action and tone. I block out the scene in bullet points first, then bang out a loose first draft, then go back over everything and rewrite it from the top, trying to make sure that someone reading it would see and feel the same things I did when watching the movie in my head.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

TOO MUCH FLOWERY DESCRIPTION. Sometimes I get lost in the movie in my head. Also, my crippling fear of intimacy sometimes translates to being hesitant to get to the actual climax of the story. I have to have acres and acres of slow burn, or I'm writing a single poetic one-shot with artsy film blur. This is where a good co-author is worth their weight in gold - you can't get away with kicking the can forever.

Also - I need to see if this still happens in AFC, but I feel like I rush through smut, and sometimes that pr0n deserves to be LINGERED UPON.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

It's nice, if it's used correctly! It's off-putting, if not.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

OOF. I saw the first Tobey Maguire Spiderman as a wee babe, and wrote an absolutely passionate proto-whump fic about it in my spiral notebook along with some very bad illustrations.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

INAIED is a Lifetime Achievement (TM) for me, the thing that makes me genuinely frustrated I can't brag to my coworkers about the massive novel I co-authored. I will be proud of it forever and ever and ever. I own a physical bound copy of it, and take it out every now and again to look at it fondly. I Helped Write That Thing. It is dear to my heart.

[miraculousmultifan]

hii!! im mira, im 19, and i use she/her pronouns! thanks for checking out my account! im a fanfic author, and although i mostly write sfw fics, i have a couple that are nsfw, so minors tread carefully.

currently, i mainly post/reblog stranger things, hermitcraft, ted lasso, top gun, and bbc merlin (hence, miraculousMULTIfan lol)

ALSO IM CURRENTLY ENTERING MY SMOSH ERA SO… BEWARE I GUESS

here's my ao3 profile, i hope you find something you like <3

expanded list of my fics is below the cut!

AO3

-- Merlin

Nightmares Without You | 3.7k | oneshot | T | merthur | suspected enchantment, sharing a bed |

Arthur has been having nightmares, and Merlin does everything he can to make it better. Arthur is oblivious to it all. OR The one where Gaius has to play cupid, but it actually works for once.

it's a lovely morning in the castle, and you are a horrible magic goose | 11.8k | oneshot | T | merthur | animal transformation, merlin's magic revealed |

So there they were... Arthur cradling Merlin, a goose, while he trudged up the stairs to his chambers. Merlin gave an exasperated honk. How did he manage to continue getting into situations like these?

This is my husband, Arlin | 1.8k | oneshot | T | merthur | fake relationship, flirting |

Merlin and Arthur go out hunting until bandits show up looking for the prince. Merlin does some quick, albeit a bit bold, thinking to try to get them out of the situation.

Top Gun

kiss me, please | 2.1k | oneshot | M | hangster | fake relationship, escaping from a pushy ex |

Rooster needs to hide from an old ex, and who better to back him against a wall and kiss him stupid than Jake “Hangman” Seresin?

slap or kiss | 2.9k | oneshot | T | hangster | spin the bottle, drinking games, mutual pining |

The Top Gun pilots are holding a party outside of The Hard Deck for once, and Phoenix makes sure Rooster is there. She’s making the team play Slap or Kiss, and her role as Rooster’s best friend/wingwoman depends on him and another blonde asshole being there. She just needed to set the stage. They could provide their little song and dance without any input from her.

touchdown on the tarmac | 1.2k | oneshot | T | hangster | life-affirming kisses, idiots in love |

Once they land the F-14 after the mission, Bradley wants nothing more than to take Jake into his arms and kiss him senseless, showering him with all the love he feels. Why should he stop himself? Trick question. He shouldn't. And he doesn't.

it's all fair in love and chess | 4.2k | 2/2, complete | T | hangster | humor, cheating at chess, hangman eats the pieces when rooster isn't looking |

Penny invests in a couple of chess sets for the bar once she sees how much the squadron loves beating each other in games. How could she have known that it would turn into a nightly battle between Hangman and Rooster?

i bet you think about me | 8.3k | oneshot | T | hangster | exes to lovers, wedding rehearsal, hurt/comfort |

Rooster is getting married, and against his better judgment, Hangman attends the rehearsal dinner with the rest of the Daggers. It goes about how he expected, if maybe a little better?

this love came back to me | 1.1k | oneshot | M | hangster | hurt/comfort, presumed dead, exes to lovers |

During the mission, Jake and Bradley reminisce on what they had and what they could have had. Until they end up having it after all.

number neighborhood | 3/13, incomplete | T | hangster | group chat, humor, shenanigans |

[12:36 p.m.] number neighborhood 754-XXX-2324: howdy neighbors! 754-XXX-2327: who the fuck are you *** Jake, bored out of his mind one day, decides to add a bunch of numbers into a group chat and see what happens. It went about as well as he expected.

companionship comes in threes | 2k | oneshot | T | hangster | hangman character study, introspection, first kiss |

“Mind if I play you in a game?” Jake recognized it for what he knew it was—a polite way of telling him that he was hogging the pool table with the pathetic game he was playing against himself—but part of him wanted to interpret it as something nicer. Maybe Bradley was looking out for him. Maybe he noticed his retreat into the painful depths of his mind and decided to reach a hand down to pull him up. *** Jake was stuck in his head in the days following the mission, and the olive branch that Bradley seemed to offer is dragging him out.

practice makes perfect | 8.3k | oneshot | E | hangster | hangman has an oral fixation, oral sex |

Jake was nothing if not the best. At everything. So when a hookup at a bar tells him his blowjob skills are subpar, it’s enough to spur him into taking a spite-fueled dick-sucking masterclass. From none other than Bradley “Big Dick” Bradshaw himself.

Stranger Things

faded lips red (down your chin bled) | 6.5k | oneshot | T | steddie | post-season 2, reformed jock steve, tender wound care, sharing clothes |

After basketball practice, Steve comes across an injured Eddie Munson and takes him home to patch him up.

something's on my mind (and i'm focused on you) | 11.8k | oneshot | T | steddie | pre-season 4, steve subs for hellfire |

When Dustin pleads with Steve to be Lucas's substitute for the Hellfire game, he finds himself unable to say no, leading to the realization that the Eddie he had been so jealous of was actually Eddie Munson. And he had only gotten hotter since Steve had graduated.

The Baby Project | 33.9k | oneshot | T | steddie | post-season 2, school project partners, fake flirting | ART HERE

Steve turned around with a grin and propped his elbows up on Munson's desk. Then, before he could really think about the words coming out of his mouth, he said, “Guess that makes us married then, huh darling?” Munson, of course, stared back at him blankly, but instead of backtracking or something, Steve batted his eyelashes for good measure, really hamming it up. Munson blinked at him once. Then twice. Then he raised an eyebrow and said, deadpan, “What the fuck are you talking about?”. *** In the last month and a half of Steve's senior year, he gets paired up with Eddie Munson for the final project in Mrs. O'Donnell's Home Economics class. The assignment? To take care of a fake baby for four weeks. For some reason, Steve finds himself surprisingly excited. Eddie, not so much.

the purest expression of grief | 2.9k | oneshot | T | steddie | kas!eddie, five stages of grief, angst with a happy ending | tumblr post

Kneeling over the man’s prone form, Steve refuses to believe he is truly dead. They got back to the trailer park quickly, so surely there’s still a chance that he could make it. Right? OR Following Eddie's death, Steve goes through the five stages of grief and attempts to grapple with the consequences. That is until a monstrous figure breaks into his house and throws his heart through a loop.

[chattingwiththelightkeeper]

Can You Check Into A Relationship?

There is so much written about lifestyle relationships that with any subject that invokes strong feelings and if you follow along with the lifestyle community here on Tumblr, recently there have been some brave submissives who have and are continuing to step forward to share their truths about the person who set themselves up as a leader as well as a lifestyle a “Dear Abby” 144/wolfie. If you are part of the lifestyle community and are unaware of what is happening, please head over to @accidental-muse see the pinned post, educate yourself, and I believe everyone who steps forward to share their truth needs to be supported because it takes bravery, guts, and determination to step forward and speak up. As other submissives stepped forward to share their experiences, I was struck by, a lot of things, but there was something that just has stuck in my mind since I first read it. It is something that I have seen numerous times from 144/wolfie and I always dismissed it as misguided advice, perhaps meaning well but well off the mark in my experience. This changed for me when a submissive stepped forward to share her truth and what I ignored because I thought it incorrect but harmless turns out it this “advice” can be a tool to manipulate, so I want to talk about it.

When @anonymous2357 shared their post and truth about the instructor is when my eyes opened to what I once discarded was something more. They shared that they were under a good deal of stress and while it is not stated, I think that like most of us when our stress levels skyrocket, they might have been struggling a bit (not their words, just my thought). At this point, 144/wolfie was a friendly ear/ friend to the submissive and someone they trusted. The instructor has now built trust and friendship with a submissive who is off their game because of the pressures of life, making them perhaps a touch vulnerable, and now what I originally thought of as misguidance turns into manipulation. !44/wolfie shared many times that they believed when a d-type asks or things evolve where a person does daily check-ins, that it is the beginning of a lifestyle partnership.

Right now, in my mind, I am screaming the F-word at the top of my internal mind’s lungs because Houston, I have a problem. The problem is that six years ago, my life, as well as some of my close friends’ lives, were touched by tragedy, and just like everyone else we all experience life-altering events. Since that experience, one of my close friends and I check in with each other each day. Sometimes, if one of us is struggling or it just fits, we will even tell each other “I love you”. See the reason I am swearing like a sailor in my head right now is how am I going to sit down with my friend’s wife and explain to her that for the last six years her husband and I have been building a D/S relationship because we check in with each other daily? Geez, I bet I have led my friend on too, I mean for all these years he has been patiently waiting for me to take things to the next level. I am such an idiot.

The above an attempt to use humor to highlight how untrue wolfie/144’s idea is in the real world. Just because you check in with someone does not mean you are embarking on a lifestyle partnership, it just means you give a rat’s butt about the person. It is pretty darn amazing when someone takes some of their care, from their limited supply, and chooses to care about you.

Now, the lifestyle does make things different than the good old vanilla world. It is true that when d and s types get to know each other and there is a spark between them that dating or even exploring one another is unique compared to non-lifestyle dating. The undercurrents of the lifestyle, the dominant naturally desiring to lead and the submissive willing to follow the lead of someone who has earned their position typically flow from the get-go. In my experience, when dominants and submissives start chatting and there is a mutual interest, you will often find the d-type making suggestions or offering advice (dominants are wired to want to make a submissive’s life better) to the submissive which the submissive willing follows because hopefully, the advice is good and secondly, the s-type feels drawn to respect and observe this person’s ideas because they have potential to possibly be their dominant.

A quick note, many times, it is during these early subtle lifestyle interactions that signs of a potentially problematic dominant will show up. If the d-type’s asks are sexual, selfish, or perhaps better said as designed for their selfish amusements, it is a huge red flag. I believe that while this is most certainly not a hard or fast way to rule out twattwaffles, often well-meaning d-types will be asking things like “did you have breakfast?”, “do not forget you have ___ after work”, or “make sure to practice self-care today”. While it is often too early to determine if someone is truly a good person or not, some creep-its reveal themselves right off the bat with their subtle requests early on.

Now back to continue my thoughts, on daily check-ins. 144/wolfie’s belief that checking in is “assuming a relationship” or the beginnings of one are simply assuming a partnership exists based upon action. While it is true that actions speak louder than words, making/building a partnership, especially in D/S, requires communication or in other words, a ton of words. I believe that by building the assumed relationship, wolfie/144 was out and out manipulating those submissives he did this assuming too. Just for the benefit of those exceptional Tumblr people who do not know this, there is a saying about assuming that says when you assume, you make an ass out of you and me. I also want to say that feel for all the dominants and submissives out there who believed his words and followed this “ass-uming” advice.

For me, the instructor had targeted this submissive because of the stresses in their life and knowing they were vulnerable made them ideal for this assumption ideal. While he sat at home with his wife, he had a submissive out there thinking they were building something because the submissive respected, trusted, and liked this person enough to start following their directives. Meanwhile, at the Hall of Justice…Sorry, had a random flashback to Saturday mornings spent with the Super Friends. So while this submissive is believing they are being open with and perhaps, even worse, allowing themselves to be vulnerable to wolfie/144, he is sitting there with his wife, most likely other submissives who are operating under the same assumption as this submissive they are building something special with this self-professed community leader.

This is where in my opinion the evil genius of the instructor comes in, since he has preached from his punny pulpit the myth of assumed relationships, submissives in his orbit take his words to be true but he is being a sneaky bastard using this ass-umed crap-o-la simply as butt cover. Let’s suppose for a moment that one of his assumed submissives comes forward and shares the top-secret news that they are involved with wolfie/144. If you did not know, he never allowed his submissives to share their relationship status with anyone. Since the instructor, at least at this time, is married, cheating, and chasing, it would be bad, bad news if word leaked but by creating the assumed partnership he has covered his bum. We will assume that Sally Subbie comes forward to tell people publicly about what happened but the instructor can say “Look we ever never in a relationship. Show me where we had the I’ll be your Daddy and you be my submissive conversation?” and telling the rest of the world “I was just being friendly trying to help Sally through a tough spot, she assumed it was more and with all that stress she is under she needs our thoughts and prayers.” He has covered his ass nicely here because the relationship is assumed, there is no official commitment conversation. You know that old-fashioned, I’ll be yours if you be mine thing, plus he targets submissives at a vulnerable time for them, thus making the “she is crazy” gaslighting rebuttal believable as well as palatable to his devoted minions.

I to express that I do not believe anyone should blame themselves if they discovered they were in an assumed relationship with or being led down that road by 144/wolfie. Please, no one should feel that they should have known better. That is hogwash, this person used his position to target and take advantage by using his voice to create both opportunity and cover. People trusted him to share real-world solutions but had no idea that his method was taking the naturally occurring and flowing undercurrents of a budding D/S relationship, channeling them to get what he wanted while creating the deniability and cover he needed should his secret submissives spill out into public view.

Not only that, I wonder how many d-types out there are victims of this malarkey as well. Many d-types, especially newer ones, found or were funneled to this oracle of lifestyle knowledge. I am sure some assumed they were in a relationship with a submissive because the submissive was following their direction to be crushed when they discovered that just because the s-type took their self-care guidance, for example, it did not mean they were dominant and submissive.

Maybe I am just old fashioned or perhaps just old but no matter if you are kinky, vanilla, or somewhere in between, there can be no assuming when it comes to your relationship status with someone. It requires conversation and thought because it is more than I am yours or you are mine, especially in the lifestyle. There are so many more variables than a typically vanilla partnership. Will it be or possibly become poly? What are your limits? What are my limits? How will it be structured? What means of accountability are we going to include? These are just some of the questions that need to be discussed when crafting a lifestyle relationship and no amount of assuming will answer those and other important questions. So the “advice” that a partnership can somehow be assumed is flawed and fabricated I believe for personal gain.

As with all of my writings, please see this disclaimer.

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NO MINORS PLEASE, THANK YOU! MY NSFW blog is heatedmetalheart.

Please practice reblog karma! If you reblog a game from me, send something in. It's rude otherwise and you'll end up blocked.

I often self ship with villains or morally grey characters. If this makes you uncomfortable, this may not be the blog for you! I also have very little care for canon. I am a part of a system and may talk about this from time to time. This is a system and plural safe blog!

I also have the shittiest memory in the wild west. So I apologize in advance if I leave a reblog in my drafts, start F/Oing a character and forget a mutual of mine already does and isn't comfortable with that (just block my silly ass), reblog or post something twice, use the wrongs words, and you get the picture. Please be polite over this, I genuinely don't find people poking fun at this amusing.

💘DNI💘

Homophobes, transphobes, racists, bigots of any kind, exclusionists, and those who ship adults with minors, or incest (or support people that do). If you hate self diagnosis, you are not welcome here!

This is a safe place for other systems, however, keep in mind you are not the only one who has to take care of their mental health. No, it is not our responsibility to put up with anything your system puts us through. We sympathize with having difficult headmates, and we don't blame others for what their headmates do. However, refusing or failing to deal with problematic members shows this is not the right space for us, and we will block you to protect our system members. Please understand this is for our own safety. A headmate being abusive towards one of my headmates will be taken as seriously as if the host was abusive to myself, period.

And look, I'm gonna be real with you, there's some parts of fandom culture I loathe and will avoid like the plague. This includes;

Drama/discourse/debates

Headcanon/fanon pushing

The idea of "fandom leaders" that know it all.

Huge media predictions/the creator said this! I want to see it, not hear about it. Especially with F/O deaths, which I am sensitive to.

I pretty much block anyone that makes me uncomfy and to keep track of blogs whose information I read, but didn't want to/couldn't follow. Aka, I do so liberally, so don't take it personally.

💘About Me💘

I'm 21, he/him, and this is an 18+ blog. You can call me Nightmares, if you'd like! In my free time I enjoy fanboying, writing, listening to music, reading, playing video games, and watching YouTube videos. My favorite media is movies and anime, but my favorite genre is probably either horror or romance.

My inbox is always open for general chatting, either about your interests or your F/Os or S/Is. Seriously, feel free to hit me up anytime, I'm shy, but I really do like discussing this stuff with you.

If Discord is preferable, just let me know. I'd prefer to have interacted with you a bit first, though.

[Everything is safe to reblog unless I have turned that feature off. Keep in mind older posts may not have had this in mind.]

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