#edit: why are you guys reblogging this its over..

[lucysarah-c]

Transactional

Summary: When you go to ask Captain Levi for a promotion, it's important to remain humble. Author note: I've had this idea for so long... this had been collecting dust in my computer for SO LONG. Because I wanted it to be hot and dirty like the underground's air but at the same time I was scared that it was a "bit" too much. That's it. In case I forget any warning or tag, feel free to remind me. Pairing: Levi x fem! reader. Warnings: Top Levi Ackerman, Dubious Consent, Rough Sex, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Multiple Orgasms, Smut, MP reader, Levi x MP reader, Captain Levi Ackerma, Dirty talk, Explicit Language, Explicit Sexual Content, Cigarrettes, Smoking, Alcohol, Power Dynamics, Power Imbalance, Power Play, Oral sex, DUBCON, Bondage, Breathplay. Word count: 12k words of pure porn. You had been warned lmao HONESTLY, JUST BECAUSE I MANAGED TO EDIT this long ass post in the tumblr editor I DESERVE A LIKE AND A REBLOG (jk... but if you want its not a joke)

The agonizing rubatosis, mixed with the upsetting silence, creates a disconcerting atmosphere. Frowned eyebrows, eyes closed, cold feet rubbing over each other, and itchy underwear contribute to the discomfort. A deep breath in, count to 4, hold it for 7, and exhale slowly, counting to 8. Fists tighten, jaw clenches, and breathing becomes agitated.

‘Should I?’

Shea butter and vanilla penetrate her senses, smoothing legs that perfectly align, having been meticulously shaved. Not a single rough patch of skin, not a single hair, not a single cell left unmoistened. The hair conditioner matched the body lotion, nails painted a deep shade of red. Lips glide smoothly over each other thanks to the reddish gloss, creating a subtle plumping effect. The darkness enveloped her; hair spread on the pillow, eyelashes curved and painted a deep shade of black, with mascara perfectly in place. Blushed cheeks, radiant skin, softly glittering eyes, enhanced with brown pencil. Self-performed surgeon work, like an architect drawing up plans.

Reflective, slightly darker lips create the illusion of being kissed. Rosy cheeks mimic arousal. Uncomfortable underwear, but a perfect frame for her body. Subtly enhanced eyes for a pleasing view from the top. Everything is calculated, makeup that doesn’t look like makeup, intentionally tousled hair. She couldn’t recall the last time she put this much effort into her appearance for someone else. Usually, she dressed up for herself or her friends. A guy? Never, as far as she could remember.

All the to-do list’s lines had been checked except for one. The last item on her mental list was ‘Do you dare?’

Did she, though? Did she dare to slide her bare, smooth legs across the sheets, touch the cold floor, sneak through the corridors, slip inside through the creaked door, wait in the gloom with only one candle at the kitchen during late hours, hoping the collected info was real, and perhaps, only perhaps, see him appear through the door?

The place was ridiculously silent; she could hear her own feet against each other, her nervous tapping nails. Scouts followed rules, always doing what they were told, unlike the MPs. Even in the deep of night, you could hear everything—people making deals, cadets sneaking out, higher-ups taking cadets for personal parties. It was as if, the moment curfew started, another world began. Mixing that with the streets of the capital that never slept, the constant babble in the background. However, that wasn’t the scouts’ reality, and maybe that’s why she hated sleeping there so much. Somehow, she had gotten used to the sleepwalker city, and its ceaseless mutter became her lullaby.

After the retake of Wall Maria, after the coronation of the new queen Historia, life inside the walls changed drastically, especially in the military. New uniforms, universally appreciated in black, and the roles within the military became more ambiguous. MPs were still MPs, but they also contributed to the advances of new constructions, the displacement of new citizens to the reclaimed lands, and everyone learned how to use the new anti-person 3DMG.

Life was improving, or so many decided to believe. The scouts, almost eradicated after they took Wall Maria, saw an increase in their ranks. Transfers happened more than ever, and their salaries went from being the worst to the personal favourite military brand of the queen. Promotions were granted based on performance, sacrifice, and meritocracy—a notion she found irritatingly noble. Out of pettiness, boredom, or perhaps jealousy.

Extra-curricular activities? Even before she graduated from the trainee lines, she was in the top ten of her class, with excellent behaviour and military antecedents. Reports from citizens praised her attention and willingness to help. Double-checking almost everything. Therefore, explain why she had been rejected for a promotion so many times in the last years. The simple answer: anything in the MPs was about contacts and money, even as life inside the walls changed.

There was always an excuse—someone else deserved it better, a son of someone else got a spot that was rightfully hers, a green cadet got it simply because he was a man, and she clearly wasn’t. She wouldn’t lie and say that her desire to join the scouts had always been there. As a single daughter of a single mother, her wishes had always been to provide for her, to help her around. The day she could make her old mother stop working with her MP’s salary had been her happiest day.

Discussing it with her friend as they delivered provisions to the lines working on the train’s rails, not seeking help, but rather complaining in confidentiality. Concentrated so deeply in her venting that she didn’t notice how her friend remained quiet for a split second and then interrupted her with a cheerful smirk.

“Captain Levi just checked your ass.”

It caught her off guard, involuntarily making her want to check. “DON’T TURN!” her friend almost screamed. The idea felt bizarre, not because she wasn’t confident in her looks—she was hot as hell, and nobody could tell her otherwise. But… Captain Levi? From the Special Operation Squad? THE Captain Levi who had led the Uprising? Humanity’s Strongest Soldier? … That Captain Levi? Then, she gave it a second thought, slightly shaking her head.

“You must have imagined it,” she said.

“I SWEAR, you bent, and he checked you,”

“But… Captain Levi is?”

“Short?”

“No, you idiot. I mean yes, but not what I’m trying to say,” she corrected herself. “He just… I’ve never even heard about him with any girl, anyone to be more precise.”

“Well, I don’t know about that,” her friend said, grabbing a box and starting to walk away, “but I know what I saw.”

Superiors and higher ranks checking her out, catcalling, perhaps even touching without permission? UFF, the military was full of them, even when she was much younger. However, Captain Levi could be an antisocial, stoic little jerk, but it had never struck her as those types of men. Always so uptight, correct, stoic, disinterested. There was a rumour circulating that perhaps… and only perhaps, he wasn’t particularly fond of women. A few female soldiers had tried to show their interest during military hangouts, and none of them had been successful. Considering military men’s pent-up frustration, that was very odd behaviour.

If there’s a rumour that spreads faster than what happens in someone’s sheets, it’s the lack of activity in those sheets. Captain Levi seemed to be on the other spectrum of the rumours. He definitely wasn’t a womanizer, and if he was one, what a smooth criminal he was. Not a single victim had been known.

“You know what would give you that promotion?” The administrative higher-up enlightened her after another unsuccessful raise in her salary. Her resentful eyes admired the boy, easily seven years younger than her, getting a spot because his father was a military member too. Her tired stare moved slowly back to her front, silently waiting for the pointless information to be given to her. A better cover letter? CV? Extra hours? Non-paid internships in other divisions? What?

“A recommendation from someone important.”

The red lips of the administrative staff moved slowly. If Y/N squinted a bit, she would have been able to hear the indirect suggestion. Between women, softly getting closer so the secretary could whisper without being heard. Glasses pushed down the nose bridge, and Y/N drew closer to hear the secret.

“You know, the scouts are making a big impact around here lately. Think about it.”

The words accumulate on her throat; her lips trembled, but nothing aside from indecipherable sounds left her mouth, frowning slightly at the idea.

“Think about it,” the woman repeated. “You won’t be the first girl, dear, and I guarantee you won’t be the last one.”

The wisdom that came with age and serving the military's paperwork for so many years must have given the woman enough knowledge to suggest it so plainly. What she hated the most? She had been considering it badly; she needed the money; she wanted the promotion. What was the difference between some stupid daddy's boy licking the boots of his higher-up for the position than this?

The boldest side of her mind insisted that she had slept with ex-boyfriends who were less attractive, less influential, and definitely less clean than Captain Levi. Yes, Captain Levi, because if she was doing this, she was going big or going home. Not some random newly promoted squad leader or anything. Those were the other options at the scout after they got almost eradicated—purely freshly adults. Her mind tried to convince herself of an easier target, like Jean perhaps, but she gagged at the idea. ‘He’s a baby, barely 18.’

For a split second, she wished Commander Erwin was alive. Never met him; she hadn’t even talked to him, but the blond seemed like an easier target somehow. Was it because people had talked about a chick or two that he took to his hotel’s room after parties? Maybe.

‘What’s the worst thing that could happen?’ pondering around the idea, like a friend encouraging you to confess to the boy you have a crush on. “You already got the no, go for the yes!” they would say, but this wasn’t silly girlish crushes.

‘That he says no and thinks of you as some cheap-ass whore.’

No, this wasn’t a crush. It was plain transactional.

‘Well… not like Captain Levi had ever looked over to me as if he had me in any sort of high esteem to begin with.’

Back to the beginning. They had ordered her to help around the Scout’s facilities as they developed the new train station around Paradise, and as soon as those orders had reached her ears, the plan was rolling. ‘Now… or never.’

Battle dress on: short loose shorts, a loose shirt that barely covered her belly, and her fanciest lingerie underneath. Captain Levi always made himself a cup of tea late at night to carry on with paperwork. Her military’s trajectory to secure the objective was: leave her bed, go there, and hope that her glossy lips and glittery eyes would do the trick. This was far from what she was used to, and what had boosted her confidence earlier that day to get ready had easily dripped away. Leaving her tied up to her bed as an external force that incapacitated her from doing it.

‘He’s not your higher-up; he can’t fire you directly.’

‘But what if he does?’

‘He’s probably small and will last a couple of minutes with luck; it’s easy as cake.’

‘What if he tells someone?’

‘You got nothing to lose and a lot to win.’

‘Everybody does something to scale in the MPs; no amount of extra work and good behaviours would get you anywhere. Think about what you could buy with that promotion.’

Tiptoes on the ground, a deep sigh, hands on the edge of the mattress pushing her up, calculated steps on the wood planks that didn’t squeak, palm against the edge of the door to close it without making a sound, single candle in her grip waiting for her to reach the kitchen to turn it on, non-existing hairs raising on her legs due to the coldness of the halls, curious eyes checking over her shoulder as she reached the kitchen, candle on, kettle on the fire, speech ready.

‘Now… are you going to show up, Captain?’

The flame of the candle flickered in the night air. She had heated the water multiple times, taking the kettle off the stove before it boiled, resting it on the countertop, and once it cooled, returning it to the fire. The script had been prepared, written, and practiced in her mind. However, the main participant in this story, her co-star, had not made his triumphant appearance.

First, she waited in a poised position, then faced the door while resting her weight on the countertops. After an hour and a half, the cold had crept up on her, fighting and winning against the burning heat of the nerves, leaving her shivering. Bent over the countertops with her eyes fixed on the kettle, she seemed disinterested, disappointed, and tired.

Her hand covered her mouth in a loud yawn. Once the anxiety had subsided, tiredness set in—slow blinks, head buried between her arms on the table, eyes still fixed on the kettle. It was right there, on the fire, still with time to boil. "You're going to burn the whole place down," a voice interrupted her thoughts.

That snapped her back from her reverie. It was evident that her mind had conjured a realistic dream because the kettle she was supposed to be watching had been removed from the fire, with a cloth covering the handle, and placed on the countertop, far from her reach to prevent burns. Steam billowed loudly from it, whistling in the stillness of the night.

Standing up, she froze in place, her mouth slightly agape as she tried to process what she was witnessing. The first few buttons of his grey shirt were undone, and he wore black trousers of the uniform, but no boots. Although his slippers didn't match the scene, his exhaustion was unmistakable. There he stood, as stoic and unfriendly as ever: Captain Levi, with rolled-up sleeves, removing the kettle from the fire and clicking his tongue as he turned off the gas.

Facing away from her, he seemed as indifferent as if she were just another countertop in the kitchen. Her nails softly scraped her arms as she pondered whether to press further, take the hint, or if she was simply cold, hence why she ran her hands up and down her arms. The muscles of his back contracted and moved, the V-shaped shadow down his spine emphasized his broad shoulders and defined waist. His rolled-up sleeves made her admire his porcelain skin, catching the light in particular shapes as some of his forearm hair shimmered under the candlelight.

While the slippers detracted slightly from the uniform, diminishing the powerful feeling, she had to admit, upon deeper thought, that the tight black trousers of his new uniform were incredibly appealing. Despite his short stature, Captain Levi was a fine specimen of a man. The subtle notion that perhaps scouts, with their heavy training, gather a couple of points from the MPs in that department. After all, MPs hardly bothered to train beyond the obligatory, which was very little.

Slightly turning to his right, locking eyes with her with an unapproachable demeanour, hand on hip, he questioned, "Dare to explain what you're doing breaking curfew, cadet? Do you want to jeopardize us all with your incompetence"

The first part of her plan was to improvise. ‘I couldn’t sleep,’ she thought about saying, but how could she claim that after sleeping over the countertop? His grey eyes, almost cat-like, hunted her in the dark, and suddenly, she felt her legs tremble. There was something inexplicably magnetic about him now that she had him up close, alone, in the middle of the night.

Her lips, still glossy, parted in doubt as she mumbled uneasily, "I…" She wanted to come up with a new excuse, but quickly realized she wasn’t cut out for this, for the whole charade. "I have a headache," she finally managed.

His face remained unreadable, uninterested eyes glued to her, judging her, waiting for her to break under his scrutiny, like a mother who knows you’re lying, allowing a brief moment of silence for a confession before taking matters into her own hands. But Y/N stayed resolute, gathering ambition from unknown sources.

Hand on hips, weight shifting from one leg to another, eyes quickly moving from her face to the countertop. "That won’t help," the words crossed the kitchen as if it were an open field of a hunting sport, piercing her heart but leaving her to crawl an agonizing death until her dying breath.

"Sorry?"

Eyes focusing again on the countertop. "Black tea," he said monosyllabically, as if each word cost him money. "That doesn’t help with headaches; you should get chamomile or peppermint."

"Ah," she replied, confused. Why was he clarifying that? What was the point of this conversation? Crossing legs as the cold crept in, but it quickly vanished as blood rushed to her cheeks.

Turning back around, facing the counter and gripping her own teacup. The recommendation was blatantly ignored; it seemed like a random fact thrown at her rather than something to take seriously, at least for her. About to carry on, she considered just faking preparing the tea and getting away from there.

Frozen in place, each hair on her body raised involuntarily. Not even his steps against the wood planks had been heard. ‘Oh.. Uhm-’ the natural process of breathing was totally forgotten. A strong, patronizing hand sneaking, almost creeping with confidence on her lower back, guiding her toward another cupboard.

He moved closer, getting an involuntary reaction out of her. Straightening up, chest pushing forward, lips parting, breath accelerating. He was so close, looking into her. Eyes locked onto hers over her shoulder, transparent pearls penetrating her soul. Nails sank into her palms as her teeth clenched. If he was so short, why did it feel so towering? Suddenly, the thought of owing him an apology for simply sharing the same air crossed her mind. Her nipples were noticeable through her loose shirt; he must be able to see it. As he grew closer, her idea was that all the subtle little hints must have worked.

Eyes closed, holding her breath, the air moving around her gave her the idea of movement. Holding out for nothing. Waiting for him to steal a kiss from her, perhaps grip her hips, pushing aside her loose short, turning her around, and fuck her roughly and mindlessly over the countertop. Getting what he wanted as if it were rightfully his.

“Here,” she opened her eyes. He was handing her a tea box where it read the same ingredients he had suggested.

“Thank you, sir,” her subtle smile tried to make up for her disappointment. Expectations were different; somehow, her best hopes were on him ogling at her, making it more impersonal and disinterested. Therefore, she could say that she walked up there, perhaps pleased him, and got what she came looking for. It was easier; easier it is to repeat like a broken record some silly washed-up quotes and nicknames that guys allegedly liked. ‘Yes, daddy’, ‘I’ll be a good girl Captain, I just do bad things with you,’ ‘Please, sir. I’m a good girl,’ or something in the department of ‘Ah- its so big, daddy,’ Get used and lose a little bit of dignity in exchange for something else.

Different it is, the tension building in her as she felt him looming over her frame, reminding her of just how insignificant she truly was compared to him. His hand resting lightly on the small of her back, guiding her movements. The coolness of his touch contrasting with the heat radiating off her body. Or the opposite, how cold and exposed she felt with her scant clothes and his cold hand didn’t help. A treacherous finger began to travel upwards, making each vertebra move and curve.

“Sir?” she hated how scared her voice sounded. Suddenly, as if it had escaped her mind, she remembered he was humanity’s strongest soldier. The soldier who went on the expedition to retake Wall Maria and essentially fought the most difficult titan shifter known until now, who led the Uprising. How many MPs did he kill there? How much stronger was he than her? Could she truly still walk away from this, or was her fate sealed?

“You’re stiff as a board; that’s giving you the headaches,” he commented casually as his right hand reached her shoulder and kneaded.

The action was absurdly overwhelming; she didn’t know her traps hurt this much until now but also how to react. Self-preservation mechanisms were out of the window; her lips pronounced what they had been dying to say since she left her bed. “It’s because of the promotion; it’s stressing me out.”

“I can help with that,”

Her worst fears and wildest dreams, all together in a sentence. Confirming what she came looking for but also the end of the speculations. Translucent eyes looked at him over her shoulder, expecting him to make the bolder move. She hated to admit how her heart skipped a beat, how his controlling hand on her neck made her want to arch her spine and gasp softly.

“With the headaches, I mean,” adrenaline had reached a peak and now tumbled down, leaving her devoid of thought other than disappointment mixed with relief. However, his tone, covered in a thin layer of entertainment, passed unaware to her at first.

Both hands on each trap, fingers sank in and then moved. Tearing her muscles apart from her bones, that’s how it felt. Handling, strong, overwhelming. Her breath stuck in her chest, and no matter how much she tried, she wobbled in her place. No amount of strength could help her remain still. Each tug that forced her to press slightly back against his chest, feeling the straps of the uniforms, made her sense weak, nervous. How his strong, calloused fingers felt divine, slightly too rough with the perfect amount of pain to make her forget for a minute but not entirely. Despite their roughness, his nails were perfectly short, making it impossible to experience any scratches.

The thought that perhaps there was another motive behind all this, beyond just getting a promotion, crossed her mind. It was the opportunity to experience how it would feel to be man-handled by the strongest soldier out there until she was left foolish. Her walls pressed together as excitement crept in, reminding her of how lonely and empty she felt. Wouldn’t a little love and something significant big feel extraordinary? The realization of how thin her shorts were and how much her body reacted to his touch filled her with shame.

Allowing him to treat her like some bitch in heat, shooting a load or two for a mere letter that said, "she’s good at what she does," as some cruel inner joke. It left her feeling worthless yet needy, a bad combination.

“Breathe, you’re tensing even more,” he murmured, and she could almost swear the smirk could be felt in his tone. The intentions were to breathe, to remain unaffected, but his movements felt powerfully triggering, and he seemed so unbothered by it. Any force he applied to almost tear her muscles into the correct position didn’t signify any real strength for him.

Each tug began to win little chopped breaths out of her as it was painful but also relaxing. She couldn't help but obey his command, forcing herself to take deep breaths to try and relax. But his touch, his presence, it was all so intense. Each movement of his hands felt deliberate, calculated, as if he knew exactly what he was doing. And she couldn't deny the tingling sensation that spread through her body at his touch, despite her best efforts to remain composed.

She struggled to follow his instructions, her breaths coming out in short, shallow gasps as his hands worked their magic on her tense muscles. Each touch sent shivers down her spine, igniting a strange mix of pleasure and discomfort within her. It was as if he could sense her vulnerability, her longing for something more than just a simple massage. Tug, thumbs pressing against her traps as they moved upwards, dragging her skin with them, chopped out breath as the pressure was too much before it withdrew slowly.

Then all over again, harsh. “Mhh ah-” it left her lips involuntarily as he touched a particular place. She gnawed her lip, holding back. His fingers weren’t particularly soft, not only because of the pressure he delivered but also rough with days and days of working, slightly calloused, rubbing in all the right places. Not again, she swore she was trying to remain composed, how he hadn’t heard her. “AH-” wincing as he moved up and contracted her neck, she feared for a second he would choke her.

His grip tightened, nails digging deeper into her flesh, pulling her downward. Thighs shaking, knees buckled, she fought to keep standing as her world spun. He knew her weakness; he exploited it without remorse. Every touch was a reminder of his dominance, every pull a testament to his power. She was helpless beneath him, unable to escape his grasp. Levi’s hands, humanity’s strongest hands—strong, angled, harsh, broad.

He chuckled.

He chuckled between pulls, his thumb rubbing circles on her sore spots, while his palm pressed harder against her neck.

Y/N froze in place as she felt him chuckle entertained behind her, almost mischievously. “Somebody is excited,” he calmly commented, but the smirk on his face was subtly evident in his tone. His voice was steady, despite the few sassy remarks, and it annoyed her to death. Like a cat playing with a moth until it's dead, they know they've won the game, so why rush it? Let's enjoy the hunt while she’s stripped of her dignity. “Nobody's given it to you in a while?”

Lips parted, feeling a mix of embarrassment and offense, she looked over her shoulder at Levi’s bleary eyes. “Excuse me?” she frowned deeply as she turned. She hadn't realized until then how close he was to her, practically breathing the same air. His stare penetrated her iris and seemed to read her soul, making her swallow uneasily. Her demanding tone quickly withdrew not only from her voice but also from her features. His silence subtly implied, but his presence demanded, ‘Come on, girl. You don’t reply to me like that if you know what's good for you.’ That’s what she got.

“A massage,” he said quietly, “nobody's given you a massage in a while?”

At this rate, she knew he knew. He was playing, dancing around the edge of pretending ignorance and seeing how far she would go. Standing, either summoning the courage to bring up the offer herself or walk out empty-handed. Waiting, like a mafia boss to see how much she would beg before setting her free, or crawling back to him, hoping for an opportunity.

There was an inner battle: either snap at him, reply, or descend all levels of self-love.

“It’s because you’re going too rough,” she said, mainly because she refused to be so quickly humiliated by a guy that short. Both looked at each other; her gaze moved slightly over his eyes, expecting any shift, something, but it was obvious that in a stare fight, he was going to win.

"Rough?" he repeated, raising an eyebrow in mock surprise. “You’ve no idea what rough means.”

Her cockiness quickly withdrew. She wished she had some sassy comeback prepared or ready, but it wasn’t the case. Her teeth rolled along the edge of her bottom lip. It made her curious; either he liked to pretend he had more sexual history than was known, or she had bitten off more than she could chew. It stirred up a mix of curiosity, excitement, nervousness, and fear all at once. Imagining him fucking some unknown soldier rough, mindlessly, just for the sake of it. Scouts were so stressed, living quick, short lives.

Her eyes couldn’t help themselves, quickly dropping down to check. His thick, muscular legs, almost as if they had been forced to fit into the tight black trousers of the uniform. Losing its subtleness, the outline of his dick on one side of his left leg forced her to look back up. She finally turned around to face him again, but his stoic expression gave away little information, almost none.

“Perhaps you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into, brat,” his voice began to sound like a distorted dream. She was waiting for some smooth approach or perhaps a fully humiliating one. The expectations were simpler: either he would like to pretend some love he endeared from her or behave like any disgusting dude at a bar, asking for a quickie in a bathroom cabinet. Neither of the two options was less humiliating. But this was different.

At this rate, the humiliation and initial thoughts were replaced by overwhelming curiosity. “How rough?” She felt her glossed lips stick together slightly as she murmured timidly, feeling her head heat up and her stomach tighten. Something intrinsically wrong must be with her, she believed.

With a second thought, she was sure that this would make her extremely ashamed.

“You’ll have to stick around to find out,” he warned, not a single centimetre of his features giving away any sort of intentions. Excitement or expectation, arousal or boredom, sweetness or creepiness. Grey gems looking back at her deadly, daring her to make deals with the devil or walk back home.

‘Go big or go home, didn’t I say that?’

“I want a recommendation,” she finally said it, thrilling anticipation coursing through her veins. This man, this beast, was about to unleash hell upon her body. Yet, she found herself oddly eager for it. Was it fear or excitement? Perhaps both. “and… in exchange, you can go as rough as you want.”

It felt absurdly dirty. Giving it a thought in the hole of self-hate, she concluded that perhaps she should have done this when she was younger, like her friends as cadets. When hormones and lack of experience made it hard to think it through, that receiving a good salary and free days to go out and party was worth letting any squad leader get a chance.

"Recommendation," he echoed, repeating her words as if testing them on his tongue. There was a moment of silence, as if weighing the pros and cons of such a proposition.

Finally, he nodded. "Very well."

Those two words held such weight, sending another wave of nerves through her. What had she gotten herself into? The room suddenly became hotter, thicker, suffocating. Her heart raced faster, pounding heavily in her ears.

Half-lidded, she moved closer, not entirely sure how this was done, if it was meant to start slow and soft for it to escalate. But she tried; she could take the lead in the kiss. But his hand stopped her face as he tilted backwards, completely breaking the moment.

“Who do you think I am?” Levi said, offended. And she feared for her life. Perhaps he just wanted to ascertain how much of an easy, cock-drunk slut she was to give him more reasons to find her worthless. But then, “Some green cadet who, for the sake of getting my cock wet, I would fuck you behind a horse at the stables? Or at the common kitchen?”

She didn’t know how to answer, but thankfully, Levi didn’t give her much time to talk. “My chambers.”

Feeling closer to a military order than a booty appointment, she slowly made her way to the door while he retreated to the counters, tidying up. Her feet dragged across the hall as she pushed open the door, her eyes constantly checking behind her. She couldn't shake the feeling that this might all be a joke.

Before she knew it, his hand urged her forward, pushing at the small of her back to guide her upstairs. "Come on, girly, we don’t have all night," he muttered.

It felt like a shameful march. They ascended the stairs in silence, each step echoing loudly in the otherwise quiet hallway. The stillness of the night only intensified her discomfort; she couldn't shake the feeling that someone might overhear them. Perhaps some night owl among the scouts would peek through a door, or worse, they might already know who slept where. The thought of having to make the same trip downstairs the next morning filled her with dread. As if she would walk out of that room with a paper stuck to her forehead that said, "I was Captain Levi’s slut for a night."

Led through the dim corridors of the base, they passed several closed doors marked 'Officer Quarters,' indicating where higher-ranking personnel resided. Finally, they reached what seemed to be his room. With a swift motion, he unlocked the door and gestured for her to enter first. ‘What a gentleman,’ she thought sarcastically.

As she stepped inside and took in her surroundings, she noticed the simplicity of his chamber. It lacked extravagance, with only functional furniture and tools of his trade. The room felt impersonal, as if he had never bothered to make it feel like home. His office area featured a desk cluttered with paperwork and a bookshelf filled with texts on military strategy and tactics.

To the left were two doors, presumably leading to his bedroom and an attached bathroom. Levi moved past her to search through the cabinets while she observed. Two glasses were already filled by the time he turned to her.

"A drink?" he offered.

She accepted, unable to suppress a subtle smile. Whatever she had anticipated for the night, this wasn't it. Chuckling, she teased, "Do you offer drinks to all the girls you bring over?"

Levi downed his drink and poured another. "No. But you seem nervous as fuck, and it’s making me uncomfortable."

She laughed softly, acknowledging the truth in his statement. "Thank you, then." The burn of alcohol sliding down her throat helped steady her nerves somewhat.

As they stood there, glasses in hand, tension hung thick between them. Hoping the alcohol would ease the tension, she shifted her attention elsewhere, but she could feel his eyes on her, assessing her. Swallowing, Addam's apple moving before he spoke, "Are you clean, right?"

His question caught her off guard, and she almost choked on her drink. "What?" she hummed, not fully comprehending.

Then, fear crept in quickly. "I am… I’m not doing it without protection," she clarified confidently.

His chuckle did little to ease her worry. "No shit, girly. I wasn’t stupid enough as a teen to not wrap it up. I'm not starting now," he replied. "The last thing I need in my life right now is getting a chick knocked up."

His words, despite their lack of warmth, reassured her. "I meant, is it safe for me to eat you out,"

Relief washed over her as she realized her misunderstanding. "Oh," she replied sheepishly. "Yes, you can." As his words sank in, she felt the blood rushing to her cheeks, lips pressing together before she took another sip and crossed her legs. 'Doesn’t he want a blowjob?' How many superiors offer you promotions in exchange for making you cum?

He nodded, finishing his drink in one gulp. His intense gaze never wavered from hers. "Good."

Slowly, he approached her, closing the distance until they were mere inches apart. She could smell the liquor on his breath, taste it on his lips. For a brief moment, she wondered if he expected her to initiate something, but before she could gather her thoughts, their lips met in a passionate kiss. His tongue explored her mouth, asserting dominance as his hands gripped her hips, pressing her against the door.

Pulling away slightly, he pinned her against the door, his hands roaming her body as he kissed her jawline. "Wait… let’s go to the room," she suggested, realizing he meant to fulfil his earlier request.

"No, you're too timid for riding my face. I want to be buried in your pussy right now," he insisted. The impact against the harsh wood surface and his lips reconnecting with her with necessity almost knocked her completely off her breath. Hands that had been kneading her shoulders only a few minutes ago were now digging into her hips, pushing them into his, possessive and demanding.

"Levi," she managed to croak out, her voice barely audible. The kiss was broken again, and her agitated breathing filled the gap between their faces. Surprised by his sudden aggression, she struggled to form coherent thoughts as he continued to devour her neck and shoulders. His hands roamed freely over her body, tracing along her curves and dipping beneath her top to cup her breasts roughly.

“It’s Captain Levi, for you,”

All her attempts to appear seductive were now the natural flush of her face, pumped lips of how they tried to suck each other’s air, the blood in her cheeks, the tossed hair. His hands grabbed the edge of her shorts and played with it. His words crossed the little space between their features with cockiness. “What are you wearing under this for me? Huh? What slutty little shit did you put on to wrap yourself up as if you’re my birthday present?”

A cheeky index finger ghostly touched her belly with its knuckle, making the fine hairs raise involuntarily before tugging on the fabric to sneak a peek. ‘Why doesn’t he just tell me to strip?’ But Captain Levi seemed to be like a cat; he liked to play with his prey until eating them completely, a cruel game. Eyes checked down and hummed in approval. “Black, classic. Not bad,” he said, but a part of his speech didn’t seem impressed. “But I prefer pink.”

Her mind insisted on giving it a second thought, that he didn’t strike her as those types of guys, but anything happening until then had proved to her that she had no idea who he was, what he liked, what type of man Captain Levi was.

Without further prompting, Levi dropped to his knees, positioning himself between her legs. His fingers trailed along the hem of her shorts, pausing briefly before dropping it. He took a moment to appreciate the sight before diving in, his nose brushing against the fabric.

Y/N sucked in a sharp breath as his warm breath tickled her sensitive flesh. Anticipation built within her, mixing with apprehension. It was unavoidable. Closing her eyes, she allowed herself to focus solely on the sensations washing over her. A gasp left her lips as he grabbed her right leg and lifted it as if it was nothing and placed it over his shoulder. His calloused hand still lingering on it, gripping her thighs with strength and pleasure, enjoying gripping them as his nose pressed softly against her folds.

Levi's skilled fingers hooked beneath the elastic band of her panties, tugging them aside just enough. Once removed, he ran the pad of his thumb lightly over her swollen core. An involuntary moan escaped her lips. She trembled in a different kind of anxiousness; it was now plainly obvious. With a smirk, Levi leaned in closer, his nose barely grazing her sensitive flesh. "Do you like that, girly?" he whispered, his tone thick with lust. Her answer was evident in the way she trembled under his touch.

Gently, he blew cold air across her wetness, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. She couldn't help but arch her back, moaning softly as her grip tightened on the door behind her. Nails digging into the wood as terror set in. Slowly, he lowered his head, his tongue darting out to trace the outline of her folds.

Fear. No, he didn’t want a quickie at some public facility. No, he didn’t want some quick blowjob under his desk. No, he didn’t want any fast, easy solution. He wanted to savour each single centimetre of skin, torture all the cells, squeeze each second that he got to play with her as his little possession.

Each flick of his tongue sent shockwaves of sensation throughout her body, making her squirm. His expert hands found purchase on her thighs, holding her firmly in place. His tongue flicked out, teasing her entrance as his thumb kept doing slow little circles on top of her clit. Gripping his shoulders for balance and support. He slid his middle finger across her entrance, coating it with her arousal before dipping it inside. His thumb continued to tease her clit, stroking gently yet firmly.

Her moans grew louder, punctuated by soft whimpers as her head thumped against the door. Her breath agitated as his tongue slipped inside her. “Mh- Ah!” she felt her climax nearing, wondering with half-lidded eyes why he was being so pleasing. It was torture how he moved with perfect sync, but yet it was subtle. As if she let herself be dragged by the course, her body relaxing and twitching unintentionally as he held her in place.

Her back arched unintentionally, trying to follow him as he suddenly pulled back when she was about to reach her peak. “Captain-”

“That’s it, get all soft for me,” He murmured as he casually kissed the bottom of her belly. Before he went back, determined. It only took one, two, three flicks of his thumb directly over her bud to make her gasp loudly, press her raised leg against his head and feel how the other tensed and then struggle to keep her up. Her breath struggled to find a rhythm when all of a sudden, he took all of her in. Unapologetic tongue ran flat all over her fold before closing over the top so he started to suck and lick directly her clit as two unceremonious fingers were playing with her entrance before sinking in all the way.

Her mouth opened, but no sound came out as her nails scratched the door and she began to twist in position as if it was too much after her release.

“MH- Ah, no wait- AH!” a loud moan cut her complaints as his fingertips found a particular place and decided to assault it with no mercy, as his mouth kept playing directly over her clit. It was too much; she felt her leg shaking as much as she felt his fingers getting impossibly wet and slippery inside with no remorse anymore. They pushed against her walls, making her feel the tug of her own body before returning to press against that spot.

“No. No-hah!” She began convulsing against the wall, her head moving hectically to the side as she felt herself getting impossibly wet and electric waves coursing through her. “Please- No! Wait ah! No."

Palms pressed against the door, trying to push herself upwards, but he grabbed her shaking leg that was struggling to keep her up and positioned it over his shoulder with the other. The movement was so smoothly done; to him, it felt natural, but for her, it felt like a completely different situation. The strength with which he moved left her absurdly powerless; the tug felt so powerful as if she didn’t even notice the resistance she was exerting compared to his.

Then, he completely sat on his face. She felt everything—the contour of his face as her body rocked involuntarily, his fingers slipping in and out as his nose rubbed against her folds while his tongue licked clean her abused hole. “HM!” she gasped loudly, jerking upwards before falling completely over his head when the hand that was kneaded the meat of her thigh slapped her loudly.

She wanted to move, to slip away as she felt as if her bones were being drained, uncontrollable pleasure overtaking her. Her thighs pressed against his head as one of her hands moved downwards to tug his soft dark locks, obsessed, shivering as her mind kept shutting down.

Tears pricked at her eyes as she struggled against him, fighting against his strong grasp. "Please, Captain, I can't take it anymore!" she pleaded, her voice hoarse and desperate. “I’m fucking going to piss myself.”

With a smirk hidden from view, Levi held her in place, refusing to let her go. He knew exactly where she stood, only groaning pleasingly as he intensified his actions. His fingers thrust into her relentlessly, matching his rhythm with the flicks of his tongue. Levi could feel her hips buck violently, trying to escape his relentless assault, how she squirmed helplessly in his grasp. He was feasting on her with no remorse.

She cried out his name, unable to bear the intensity any longer. Her orgasm hit like a freight train, her body convulsing as she tried to pull away. But he wouldn't allow it, keeping her anchored to his mouth, shaking as he kept driving his tongue all over her. The feeling of being dripping was overshadowed by him drinking her in as if he was the thirstiest man alive, moaning against her folds as she could almost bet she felt his pleased smirk.

At some point, she couldn’t even hold her form against the door, twitching involuntarily. Levi reluctantly released her, wiping his mouth clean with the back of his hand. He stood up and picked her up, no buckling knees, no groan or scoff as he did; it was as if he was picking up a paper sheet from the desk. Weightless, powerless against his pull. Unceremoniously, he dropped her on the bed.

Jacket off shoulders, left at the back of a chair inside his room. Arness's upper part was pushed down so his hands could grip the edge of his grey shirt and push it over his head. Then, before she could process it, enjoying the soft cotton of the fabric against her body, marking a huge difference from the rough door, one of his knees sank on the mattress before he crawled to be between her legs.

Elbows on the bed, heels pushing upwards, her broken voice pleaded, “no, please. It’s enough,” as he kissed and nibbled the sweet part of her inner thighs before moving to her core again. “Ah!” she jerked again as he snapped the side of her leg again.

The tingling heat after the hit lingered on her as Levi rearranged her on the bed to his pleasure. “I think you’re not understanding your position,” he groaned, “I’ll say when it's enough; you just have to spread your legs for me to do what I please. That’s your fucking job now if you want your stupid letter, lay there and be a good pliant hole for me to fuck.”

Uncomfortable groans echoed in the room, interrupted by his own voice once again, “Did I make myself clear?”

“Yes…” she murmured but his haunting glance between his legs made her thought he heard her backwards softly. Passing down saliva, “Yes, sir.”

“This is your last warning,” he informed her, while his hands ran up and down her body, palm flat against the valley of her breasts, the touch was so soft but it felt subtly rough from the callouses of his hands, a permanent reminder this wasn’t supposed to feel as lovely as it momentarily did. “Did you hear me, girly? Or have I already fucked you dumb?”

“Yes, sir.”

Contorting uneasily as little whimpers left her lips between a mix of discomfort, pleasure, exhaustion, and pain. Pain because she could already feel his fingers sneaking in, three of them patiently spreading her for him and his restless mouth once again on work. It was too much, involuntarily her legs pushed against the mattress when he hit a particular place. Twisting as if she was possessed, fingers tugging from the sheets and her back arching as a natural reflex.

It was embarrassing how much she felt the wetness of her own mixed with his saliva sneaking through her ass cheeks down to the bed. Her legs felt weak but got a sudden burst of strength as he kept playing with a place that made her eyes roll back and tried to push her up. Levi held her in place, arm surrounding her thighs and arching her core to his face. Despite it all, her hole twitched with the necessity of more, demanding something even bigger as she felt her pinkie fingers going numb from the overpressure.

Knees buckled as he parted momentarily. “What a cute little slutty hole. You’re so tight; I will enjoy fucking it raw,” while she trembled in anticipation, Levi smirked as if he could already see everything he had planned in his mind. He softly pressed a finger on it only to see it clamp down onto it. “So fucking needy; when was the last time you got a good cock to fuck you back into your place?”

With a smirk, Levi withdrew his finger, replaced it with his mouth, and plunged inside, sucking her into his mouth. His finger teased against the back wall, exploring her depths before finding the spot that made her buck wildly. She mewled, her voice hoarse and filled with a hint of desperation. Her head thrashed from side to side, her nails digging into the sheets as she begged for mercy.

The following two orgasms were quick; Levi was getting eager to plow into her pussy with his dick now. His finger pried her open, and his tongue easily got in and swirled around. At this rate, she was just spread on the bed, twitching miserably, whimpering out of pleasure and the sweet pain it provided. “It’s so pretty when you cry,” he joked as little mewling sounds left her rose lips, and her eyes looked translucent with clamped-out eyelashes by the moisture. “Beg me more.”

Her eyes fluttered open, desperate and pleading. "Please, sir… just fuck me already," she begged. The intensity of her arousal was overwhelming; her body begged for release.

Levi got up to his knees, looking down at her and then between her legs, admiring his own creation with a smirk on his face. Fingers casually unbuckling his belt, letting it hang loosely around his hips as he undid the front button of his black uniform trousers and shamelessly patted the front of his engorged dick, feeling the outline of his erection through the fabric and hissing slightly as he finally got some relief from the pressure. As if he enjoyed forcing himself to enjoy every little bite from his meal, saving the best for last, testing his endurance of resisting to the last limit so each little inch that he plugged in of his dick finally in that slippery hot heaven felt like pure blessing. His left hand, which wasn’t touching himself, caressed her leg that forced to be up because she could no longer do it on his own.

“Ass up, girly,” he said. The command had been processed, but it was as if her body wasn’t replying to her mind. The only thing she could fully process was the movement of the mattress and how cold the bed felt as Levi abandoned it. Lazy steps against the wood planks that gave up little cracking sounds. Striding in front of his dresser, slightly bending, allowing her to have a good view of his ass as he dropped the trousers with the underwear all together and then quickly folded them and threw them over the surface, but he upheld something with his left hand from his clothes that she couldn’t perceive from the perspective of spying on him from her lazily open legs and half-lidded eyes. Fingers rummaged through a couple of things before he got what he had been looking for.

“It seems like I’ve to do fucking everything,” he complained, but there was no hint of actual anger in his voice, stoic as ever as he walked back to the bed with his hard dick on full display. Impossible erect and slightly dripping pre-cum from the tip that was a deep shade of red compared to the rest of his pale body, it involuntarily twitched as if it was happy of being finally free. She bit her bottom lip as she delighted herself with the view before doing a little eye contact; it was a good size, way more than she anticipated. Underneath it his heavy balls and on top a nice happy trail that resembled a signal that indicated anything under his belly button and chiseled abs was also a happy surprise.

Her eyes quickly fell to his left hand, and she noticed the belt from the 3DMG gear. While the reason why he may have kept that was rather obvious, the possibility escaped her rationality. “Wait- You’re not using that-“

“I said.” He just gripped the sides of her hips and flipped her over, “Ass up.”

Knees sank on the bed, “MHMP-“ her complaints were muffled by the bed as avoiding her full upper body falling completely into the mattress was difficult as he gripped her arms.

“I told you, it was your last warning,” Levi said as the belt tied up against her wrists, knotting up safely. Her face buried in the sheets by the pressure of her own weight, “I’ll teach you discipline, little shit.”

Hands massaging her ass cheeks, fingers sinking in the meat as his own knees against her legs forced more space. “HMP!” muffled complaint as swiftly one hand impacted on her ass, heat spreading through the skin and turning it red as the sound echoed in the dead of night. His hand followed, leaving a mark on her ass. The heat traveled through her skin, and she could feel her pussy drenching with need. She whimpered, trying to squirm against the belt, but he held her in place. Another and another, each time made her jerk forward slightly as her breath held in her chest and then puffed out.

“Please…” she whispered as her head turned to a side, resting her cheek on the mattress. “I’ll behave, please.”

Levi hummed, but his hand didn’t leave her ass, caressing the hurt zone softly. “Don’t you think we should make it even?”

The next swat landed on her other cheek, making her eyes water and her body jerk. "Please!" she cried out, her voice hoarse and desperate. Her whole body tensed, every nerve ending screaming in anticipation and desire.

Levi grunted, "Ah. You’re such a crying baby. As all MPs," he growled, rubbing the red splotches with his calloused hand. "You're so wet, begging for my dick. You better be grateful you're getting it."

“Ah-!” she gasped loudly as he slapped her ass again. The grip on her hair pushed her head up, and despite the tug and the strength of the grip, the relief of fresh air filling her lungs finally clouded her mind. His breath impacted on her face from the side as he held her, watching how her mouth hung open, panting softly.

“Thank me for showing you your place,” Levi demanded.

“Thank you, sir,” she whispered, forcing herself to look at him from the side. Locking her pleading eyes with his demanding stare. “Thank you for reminding me of my place, sir.”

Levi hummed satisfied, his fingers weaving into her hair again. "That's my girl," he growled, a hint of satisfaction in his voice. “Good girl,” he repeated before placing a kiss on her shoulder blades that were working extra hard by having her hands tied back. He released her hair, gave her ass one last swat, and then positioned himself behind her. She whimpered one last time, face resting on the side as she observed him opening up the foil of the condom carefully and then the subtle hiss as he rolled it down his dick. One hand lazily jerked himself as another reached for her folds and casually ran up and down his thumb through them, spreading the slick evenly.

“You should be riding my cock until I got tired of keeping it wet and warm, yet here I am,” Levi complained as if he wasn’t the one taking each and every decision while shamelessly gripping her tied-up hands from the back to position himself. “Fucking you silly and doing all the shitty job; maybe I should get that promotion,”

‘As if this wasn’t what you wanted.’

But she decided to carry on with the performance, either out of self-preservation, arousal, or the feeling of the cold-wrapped head of his cock running up and down her folds, applying soft pressure at her entrance before withdrawing, had already made her mad. “Thank you, sir.”

The angle of her body, the arch of her back, his hand on her hip, and his subtle hum of approval. Her mouth hung open, and the gasp was fully cushioned by the bed, struggling against her binds. Despite her assumptions, Levi sank in slowly and patiently, despite slipping inside effortlessly.

“Ah- Fuck,” he scoffed out, gritting his teeth as his head fell backward slightly, forcing himself to savor the moment but not completely lose it, gasping slightly. Withdrawing only a bit before thrusting back in, testing the waters. He took a moment to adjust, breathing heavily through his nose, and then began to thrust slowly. Each movement was met with a soft whine from the girl. But the soft, almost loving pace lasted the split of a second, a brief moment of calmness before the storm.

She should have known, at this rate, the second one of his hands abandoned her hip to grip the belt around her tied-back hands and used it as leverage. The tug from the resistance, the forced into place, and one deep thrust that knocked the air out of her lungs. Withdrawing almost all the way, almost only the tip left in before he used her own hands as a grip to push all the way in.

"God damn," he cursed under his breath, pushing in deeper. “You’re so tight,” he muttered, a pleased growl escaping his throat. Meanwhile, she would swear she was trying to breathe more, but the sheets stuck to her face and covered her nose. She tried to cry a little bit less loud because despite her features being buried down, the loud muffled moans each time he plunged all the way in mixed with the loud slapping of the bed frame against the wall must have woken up someone somehow.

“MH-HMP!” Her dignity told her not to sob of how good it feels, how deep it hits, how it felt as if he was trying to break her in half, conserve some dignity, but tears ran down her face of how perfectly synced he set the rhythm, how the friction of her parted knees against the sheets was starting to burn, but it was the perfect mix of how his cock’s head hit that place so brutally sweet.

“Fucking shit, what a pretty view on all fours,” he grunted, his voice sounding less controlled. The lust creeping in as his free thumb pushed his ass cheeks apart, locking his eyes on the way his cock disappeared into the slippery mess of her abused hole at that rate. “Ah-“ Levi let out a subtle moan as if the view was too much to handle, as the sweat glistened on her skin. The only way to not get completely lost in it was to spark it again.

“NH-AH!” she cried out as her legs trembled and her lips gasped for air.

“Best ass inside the walls,” Levi groaned. “And it’s all mine to fuck raw.”

Each thrust, each pull out, and then the deep push - Levi grunted, his own breathing ragged. He gripped the belt, pulling her hands slightly, making her hiss as the pressure against her skin was starting to leave obvious marks. Marks that joined all the rest of them, the still fresh, almost pulsating red handprints on each of her ass cheeks, the shameless bites he left on her shoulder blades each time he bent over to it.

His pace quickened, and so did her tears. She was soaked, her toes curled, and her body shook with each hit. She was a mess, a crying, whiny mess, and yet she was enjoying it, her core clenching around his cock with every movement. Levi growled, and his thrusts became harder, faster, more forceful. A relentless groan escaped him as he slammed into her harder, the friction of her wet core against his shaft nearly driving him insane. His grip on the belt tightened, and he pulled her hands back even further, making her body arch even more. The sound of leather against her skin echoed through the room, the scent of her arousal mingling with the smell of the clean room.

She was close, so close, but Levi stopped suddenly, and she wanted to scream out in frustration, to put an end to this sweet torture. Her knees hurt, her arms hurt, her pussy throbbed with need and abuse when he pulled out of her. No time to think as his pale, sweaty hand appeared from the top, grabbing the pillow and then turning her around forcefully from her shoulder.

“I want to see that fucking pretty face of yours while I fuck you,” Despite the darkness of the night, the room felt like it lighted up for her now with her face finally on display. Pillow under her hips, both legs over his shoulders, and without a minute to spare, he thrust all the way in.

“AH!” her moan echoed in the room as the angle felt too much, her toes curled impossibly, and her legs shook. “Ah- Ah- MHA! Captain-“ Top of her body twisted as her head rolled to the side, tears running down her cheeks, and the restless attention of him on her face was humbling.

“SHHH, quiet, little shit ah-“ He whispered. Sweat dripped from his forehead and from the tips of his dark locks, but he ignored it. “You want the entire fucking scouts to hear you?”

The bed creaked loudly, their bodies merging into one, like an animalistic dance. He gripped her legs more tightly, pushing in and out, setting up a pace that seemed to put both of them into a trance. Few messy soppy kisses to her legs as he had them within reach. Y/N bit her bottom lip trying to suppress her moans, leaving restless whimpers and cries of pleasure “Ah ah ah- hmmm,”. She tried but couldn't contain the sounds, but his dick was hitting her cervix as if that was his glorious duty; he folded her as if squeezing her legs against her bouncing tits was somehow helping her not to feel how his dick filled each corner of her. No, it did not help.

“Stop, stop, stop, almost, fuck-” she begged, pressing her legs against his head and trying to control her body from shaking.

Levi laughed roughly, a sound filled with victory and lust. “Want more? Want me to ruin you completely?”

“AH! YES-!” a loud moan as her back arched, head thrown backwards, and eyelids flickering of how good it felt. Nothing that felt like this, as someone pushed her down on the bed, slamming his cock into her, should be healthy, she concluded. “Quiet,” Levi warned, his voice hoarse. He loved how she clenched around his cock, how her pussy milked him with her orgasm. Frowning deeply as the feeling of her clamping down on his dick was too much to handle, a soft, quiet little moan left his gritted teeth. His abs contorted and his white knuckle grip on the sheets made his arm veins pop up.

“Please, Captain, Ah!” Why bother, the sound of the bed should be enough of a clue for the rest. And what if someone thought she was Captain Levi’s slut? What if she opened her legs wide and steady for him to fuck her restlessly? Who cared? Not her, definitely not her, as the only remaining feeling aside from the scorching heat of the pleasure waves around her body was the tingling sensation of her numbed arms and feet.

“Shut the fuck up,” he insisted, looking down at her. His hand around her neck, two fingers pushed down her parted lips. “I fucking told you to keep quiet.”

“NHG!” She choked on them as Levi kept them there while he lost his rhythm, thrusting into her restlessly and messily.

Her eyes watered up, staring into his as she struggled to breathe. The sweaty, panting man fucking her hard and fast, with an unapologetic expression on his face. She attempted to shake her head, but he wouldn't let her go.

"Shhh," he muttered, panting mouth as sweat ran down his face. "Just let me finish this."

Each thrust seemed to drive him closer to the edge. The friction between his dick and her pussy grew more intense, sending waves of pleasure through him. He couldn't care less about being quiet anymore - he just wanted to come, and he wanted her to see him do it.

"You're gonna cum with me," Levi growled, his voice ragged. "Look at me."

Her eyes locked onto his, filled with a mixture of fear and desire. Levi's eyes bore into hers, making her shiver with each thrust. She let out a soft whimper, unable to deny him anything anymore. The pleasure was too overwhelming to resist.

"That's right," he praised, his grip on her throat tightening slightly. "Cum with me, you little slut." His thrusts grew more desperate, each one driving him closer to the edge. He needed to come, needed to release the tension building up inside him, and she was his outlet. Her pussy clenched around him, milking his cock with every twitch, and he couldn't hold back any longer. Tears ran down her eyes into her ears as so did the saliva around his digits drool down her chin, pleading eyes looking into his begging for him to put this to an end.

“MHM-Hmp,” soft humming whimpers that were wordless pleadings of him letting her finally cum.

"You want it?" Levi snarled, thrusting into her harder. "Fuck, you're so damn tight. You love this, don't you?"

Levi couldn't resist anymore, the sight of her tear-filled eyes and pleading look pushed him over the edge. He growled, his thrusts becoming more forceful as he felt his orgasm approaching. He grinned down at her, his grip on her throat tightening slightly. “Fuck- Aren’t you pretty?” he murmured against her face, almost smiling out of satisfaction.

Both panting in the microspace of the closeness of their faces, breathing each other's ragged puffs of air. Their noses thrusting into each other sometimes as he slammed into her the final times, feeling the wave of pleasure wash over him. Frowned closed eyes, as mewled moans mixed together. Her pussy gripped him tightly, milking him like a vice, and he knew she was cumming too. His eyes met hers, her face a mask of pleasure and pain, and he couldn't help but smirk.

"Not bad," he breathed out, collapsing on top of her. He tried to catch his breath once, twice before he rolled to his side. Finally withdrawing from her slowly and laying flat on his bed next to her. One knee up, arm over his chest, and the other behind his head as a makeshift pillow as his lost eyes glued to the ceiling.

The room was silent except for their heavy breaths, the sweat dripping off their bodies mixing together. His chest raised up and down still erratic as both of them slowly blinked. Y/N lay there, panting heavily, her hands still bound behind her back. She could feel the sweat from Levi's body on her, where their skin touched. Her legs were shaking, and her pussy was still throbbing from the intense experience they just had. Her eyes met his, and she couldn't help but smile weakly.

His body twitched from time to time from the stimulation; her body felt like jelly. Completely boneless. She closed her eyes, trying to catch her breath. But as the cold began to creep in, she contorted uneasily and cleared her throat timidly. “Could you…ehm-“

Levi didn't answer immediately. Instead, he stared at the ceiling, still catching his breath. After a few moments, as he came out of his lethargic state, he finally spoke. “Oh yeah.” His fingers began to undo the knot around her wrists. “There.” Y/N rubbed her hands, feeling the blood returning to them. Her eyes focused on the deep red lines and bruises around them, and she grimaced uneasily. Her heart still pounded in her chest, and she couldn't help but glance at Levi. He shifted, sitting up and rolling off the used condom before tossing it into the bin close to the nightstand.

He stood up slightly to pick something up from his nightstand and also to push the blanket closer that was at the bottom of the bed. She tugged a bit from the sheets to cover her body as the moment slightly washed away, and nudity felt obscene and unnecessary. Levi let the blanket crumple around his hips as he turned on a cigarette.

"You good?" Levi asked, taking a puff from it and leaving the cage back on the nightstand. He looked at her, examining her bruised hands and the red marks from the ropes. A small frown appeared on his face, but he quickly hid it.

Y/N nodded, biting her lip. The marks on her wrists stung, but she didn't want to complain. She slowly sat up, trying to regulate her breathing. The room was still filled with a mix of their sweat and the scent of their passion. Her eyes caught on his lips, more precisely the cigarette. They were rather new now that they discovered the world outside the walls.

Levi looked back at her, at her silence, and casually took a last puff from it before placing it in her lips. “There, have it,” he offered. “You know how it works, right?”

She placed both fingers around it and smoked patiently as she hummed and nodded in approval. Somehow, that made him scoff entertained. “Of course you do, MPs always get used to luxuries rather quickly.”

As the smoke left her lips, she returned it. Y/N hesitated, still rubbing her wrists. She couldn't help but wonder if she should be honest. "Ehm—" she pondered around how to approach the topic, her voice shaky. "Was that… good enough? For the promotion?”

Levi glanced at her from the corner of his eye as she smoked the cigarette. The smoke swirled around them, marking the end of their intimate moment. He took the cigarette back and flicked the ash away, taking another drag.

"Good enough?" he repeated, a smirk forming on his lips. "Was it?"

She grew nervous as he asked back, not sure what to reply. Y/N furrowed her eyebrows, glancing up at him. "I gave you what you wanted?" She asked, her voice soft but curious. She couldn't help but feel a bit vulnerable, lying there with him after their intimate encounter.

He chuckled softly, his gaze returning to the ceiling.

Levi sighed, extinguishing the cigarette in an ashtray. He leaned back against the headboard, crossing his arms. “You want advice for next time?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "Let the other person make an offer first, girly. I asked for your support at the camp so I had an excuse to give you a recommendation; I’ve already heard about your struggle from one of your friends. I had the stupid letter written before you even set foot inside this building."

He paused for a moment, turning his head to look at her. The smirk never left his face.

"But since you offered yourself, I wasn’t going to say no.”

Y/N's face flushed red, feeling embarrassed and a bit betrayed. She bit her lip as she looked at Levi, trying to process what he had just said. Then she scoffed offended, pushing him by the shoulder a bit playfully but also with anger.

"So it was all for nothing," she exclaimed, disappointment evident in her voice and obviously irritated. Holding the crumpled sheets against her chest, “You’re an asshole!”

Her eyes closed in reflex as she noticed his hand moving closer to her face, wrinkling her nose and pushing backward in self-defense. But Levi’s index fingers only softly pushed her frown playfully, and he said, “And you’re too naïve for being an MP,” Levi snorted, rolling his eyes.

Levi watched her move, a small smile on his lips. He slid his legs off the bed, sitting on the edge; his body still feeling sore. To her surprise, he grabbed the blanket and threw it over her head playfully.

"You shouldn't have done that," Y/N muttered, her cheeks still flushed. She took the blanket off her head, which only made her hair even more tangled, glaring at him. "I thought you actually meant it."

Levi smirked, standing up and pulling on his pants. "You really thought I'd turn down an offer like that?" he asked, clearly amused. He reached for his shirt, still smirking at her.

"Get some sleep, I don’t use the bed anyways," he said, zipping up his pants. "But don’t get used to, this isn’t a hotel."

He crossed the door of his bedroom and closed it behind him as she mocked his reply and cursed under her breath.

Walking down the corridors, everybody running to be somewhere else. That’s what the capital is like, always a new pub to discover, always a better party to attend than the previous weekend. Hot and dirty like the vicious air of the underground that laid underneath their boots. Her friends made plans as they called out for the week, writing their names and working hours down on the cards at the front desk. Yellow paper flowed under the conflicted air of the reception office, names written down with different calligraphies and a restless pen swinging as it hung from a cord to the forms.

‘Volunteers,’ it read at the top. The last row was empty, but it was quickly filled out.

‘Squad leader: Y/N L/N’

One of her friends who was eagerly talking to the rest turned around and frowned, confused. “Why are you wasting your weekend volunteering for the Scouts,” she asked, frowning in disgust, “You’re already a squad leader, Y/N, don’t sell yourself short.”

Her fingers gracefully placed the pen back on the table as a smile raised on her features. Adjusting her purse around her shoulders, she casually said, “You know, it’s important to remain humble.”

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In The Shadows

Purge Alternate Universe

Yandere - Gojo Satoru x Reader x Geto Suguru

A/N - Okayyyy I've been working on this for like a week and it's the longest I've ever written for one thing, I had a shoulder injury which is mostly healed up now during the week which hindered my progress a little because I originally really wanted this to get out nearer Halloween time, but oh well TT at least its here now right? Lmao, but I hope you guys enjoy it, I tried my best and lowkey kind of hate it, I wished I could've done more or something, but if you have any ideas around this for a possible part 2 let me knoww, although no promises ;) Consider this a massive thank you story, I now have over 100 followers and the likes and reblogs and comments, you guys, I'm crying, I love you all so much <333333 I love interacting with you guys and your comments on my stories or in my inbox <3333 you all make my day ilysm <3 :( AND IM SORRY I COULDNT HELP IT, they're kind of really mean so its more harsh yandere than the soft you all wanted :( I couldn't help myself its a purge AU TT, but I promise ill make something softer in the future <33 sorry this is so long omfg, but let me know your thoughts pretty please &lt;3 and if you actually read all of this ily

summary - Another purge night is here and you think your safe and sound, but let your guard down and you'll find yourself bound.

warnings - purge, mentions of 'off screen' murder, actual 'off screen' murder, kind of gore but reader doesn't see it, blood, rope, reader gets tied up, gags?, tape over readers mouth, they're actually kind of really mean lol, especially Geto, descriptions of panic, anxiety, overthinking, stalker situation kind of, swearing, crying, brief hair pulling, if there's any more let me know ml <3

genre - Oneshot

wc - 7.2k

~spelling and grammar fixed already~

Edit - the top photo 6/11/23

The tip tapping of fingers on keys echoed around the silent room. The occasional footfalls of people around her walking up and down. Picking up books to further aid their studying would slip past the music playing in her ears when they were loud enough.

Every time she would hear someone being a little too loud for the library they were in she would glance up and shoot a half-hearted glare their way.

They’d never see her but it was the thought that counted. A barely audible sigh escapes her as she brings a hand up to massage her cold fingertips into the throbbing skin at her temple. 

Nervous nibbling was occupying her teeth and lips, chewing away the flesh and creating tender spots her tongue would soon soothe. 

She’d been staring at the same empty document for two hours now. No more than two sentences she was able to come up with before she’d erase them in a fit of frustration.

Abandoned textbooks lay closed behind her laptop, she’d deemed them no use around thirty minutes in, but she couldn't bring herself to get up and search for better ones. 

She was antsy, not able to focus on her assignment due in a week's time. Her brain was all fogged up, too many thoughts going through her mind and yet she's not able to focus on a single one.

The purge was tonight. March 21st. And it was currently 1pm. 

Why did she even bother to come to the library in the first place? Was she hoping to distract herself even just a little bit before she had to hunker herself down in her dorm for twelve hours? 

Maybe. Yes.

Was it working? Absolutely not.

She was too skittish. Overthinking everything that had the potential of happening later and things that have previously happened. 

‘Someone's not going to come and try to kill me just because I forgot to return their pen that one time, right?’ 

The amusing, albeit a little dark, thought did make the corner of her lips twitch just the smallest amount. 

Taking off her headphones after stopping her music, she closes down her laptop and starts to move it into her bag. 

She spares a quick glance around the few tables next to hers as she stands with the library's books in her arms. Her eyes locked with a man sitting roughly two tables down. Slumped back in his seat.

Gojo Satoru. Bright white and fluffy hair paired with a set of dazzling blue eyes. The ones currently peeking over the tops of his round shades that had slid down his nose as he tucked his head down slightly. 

Sitting in front of him and abstracting her view of Gojo only slightly is who she assumed was Geto Suguru. Two peas in a pod and never seen without the other. The long black and silky strands of hair tied up in a half up bun was a giveaway to who he was as well.

Both of them were originally from Tokyo, Japan. Coming over to America over five years ago. Or at least that's what she’s heard from around the place, not knowing them personally. They were the most popular boys in school when she had joined a little over a year ago and they still held the title strong.

She doesn’t think she's ever really interacted with them. At Least not on any kind of personal level. Sure, maybe from a few friends of friends or passing each other in the hallway and being polite to her upperclassmen, but nothing all that memorable. 

Which is why this prolonged eye contact is sending a very noticeable shiver down her spine. The smallest twitch of a smirk on his face and she was breaking eye contact, gulping down the pooled saliva in her mouth as she turned around and hastily made her way in between the towering bookshelves.

Leaving the library after stacking the books she’d previously taken back on the shelves, she hastily makes her way down the long corridors. Keeping her head down, her hands clutched tight on the strap of her bag. She passes very few people in the hallway.

Even after pushing through the doors and trekking her way to the dorms at the end of the path, there were very few people loitering around outside. Some of the people she passed looked like they could be stoned, not that she could really blame them. Some looked a little too relaxed and happy and some were just trying to get to their destination as quickly as possible. Like her.

As the doors came into view, and then the stairs, she slowly began to relax, her fast pace lessening up. Successfully getting to the safest place she could for when the purge would start. 

It was also a massive relief that her two good friends would be staying with her during the twelve hours of horror. Last time she was by herself there had been multiple scares throughout the night. Nothing too big but something she didn’t think she could handle alone again. 

Reaching her door on the third floor she fiddles with her keys for a few seconds before her door clicks open and she pushes her way inside. Closing the door and locking it again for good measure. 

It was 1:43 pm.

A few minutes after she had arrived back at her dorm did she realize she still needed to pick up some food items. Being a broke student meant she had essentially nothing in her cupboards or her fridge. And if she was ‘hosting for the purge’ this year, it meant she had to stock up at least a little bit. 

‘Imagine trying to hide from a killer and your stomach growls, I think I would just die on the spot.’ She thinks, the smallest smile gracing her face. Humour is usually her way to cope in situations like these. It’s either that or panicking and she’d rather try to save that for the main event.

With a heavy sigh and hesitation weighing her limbs down, she slowly puts her shoes and jacket back on. She can make this quick. In and out. Easy peasy. 

With a quick jump while shaking her limbs out to get rid of her last minute hesitation, she quickly opens her door and steps out before shutting it behind her. No going back now. Locking the door behind her, she starts making her way back down the stairs and out the doors, walking in the direction of the food store. 

Her nerves were still playing up though, eyes darting this way and that as if trying to find a reason for her to panic. ‘It’s okay, the purge hasn’t started yet, all those things are still illegal.’ Is what she keeps telling herself while taking a deep breath. But the fact they won’t be in a few hours was still cause for some panic. 

Arriving at the store, she wizzes around, collecting any good looking snack and throwing it in her basket before hastily paying and leaving. The heavy plastic carrier bag hanging from her fingers gave her reason to think she went a bit overboard. 

Her quickened steps and accelerated breathing were all she could hear for a while. Her walk back to her dorm was supposed to be a quiet one, less and less people were loitering around meaning less and less noises to distract her. 

Especially from the new set of footsteps that have appeared behind her.

As soon as her mind clocked the extra set of footsteps there, it went into overdrive. ‘Who is that? Are they following me? No, you're being delusional, they're just trying to get back home. But are they? They just appeared out of nowhere. Are they going to try and kidnap me? Rape me? Stuff me in a van? Drag me down a dark alleyway and murder me?’

Her mind was racing, steps quickening and breathing silenced under the new threat. ‘Oh god, what if they’re stalking me? Waiting until the purge starts to come and slaughter me? They’re going to kill me. They’re going to kill me. What should I do? What should I do? What should I do?’

And then they were gone. 

It barely registered in her mind that the fast paced footsteps from behind her had vanished. A sharp breath escaped her before her head whipped around on a desperate whim. No one. Not a soul on the path behind her. 

Her shoulders sank with relief and a watery laugh broke free from her trembling lips. ‘I’m losing my mind.’ She thought. Even though that feeling in her gut had faded, it never fully disappeared. Her racing heart never slowed and neither did her footsteps. 

Y/n hurried back to her dorm, almost running through the doors and up the stairs to fumble with her keys and quickly burst in. Double checking she locked the door behind her, and then checking every other lock on her third story apartment. Only when she had made sure they were all secure could she finally relax. 

Her body shivering and hands shaking from the after effects of adrenaline. Her breathing is still a little shaky as she pulls a bunch of pillows and blankets into her tiny living room. Pushing her chair and sofa away to make more space as she lays everything out as neat as she could, making the floor a comfy space for her and her two friends to crash for the purge. 

She empties the snacks from out of the plastic bag and piles them in a nice little corner near the TV. A small stack of movies there for when they’re all waiting for the purge to start. Some cards in a pack were also placed there. 

The three of them are wanting to be as quiet as possible while the purge is going on. Everything locked, curtains drawn, lights off, TV with no volume and only subtitles, quiet games to play in case they got bored, etc. 

They weren’t taking any chances. It was doubtful anything would happen, since nothing really ever did in the dorms. No student here would go as far as murdering somebody, everyone mostly stayed inside, not wanting to risk anything. She only knew of a few people that have snuck out before to rob a few stores, or do some petty revenge like smashing someone's car without getting into trouble.

But overall, it was best to remain quiet. They didn’t want to get murdered because the TV was turned up too loudly and attracted some wrong attention. 

It was 5:15 pm.

This is the time her friends arrived. Knocking some made up code on the slab of wood before messaging just for good measure that it was really them outside. 

After unlocking the door and letting her two good friends inside her dorm she swiftly closes and locks it again. Relieved greetings transpire as well as nervous whispers about the purge and some small gossip of who they think would actually go out this year and who are likely to stay inside. 

The three of them start to make their way around her dorm, closing all the curtains and double checking the locks on all the windows and doors. Especially the balcony and front door. 

After they’ve secured the apartment, they turn off all the necessary lights, flicking on a few electrical lanterns and setting them up around the living room, but away from the windows. They’ve left one lantern in the bathroom and one in her bedroom, both turned off, just in case of emergencies.  

The three of them settle in a spread out pile on the blankets she put down in the living room. Some snacks are passed around already and a movie is slotted into the TV, playing as background noise mostly while they talk.

Erica, a sassy but kind of dumb girl, with choppy shoulder length hair that had been bleached and dyed a light green. She's donned in a crop top and sweatpants, comfy.

Don, a friendly giant, very kind in nature but also a little muscly. He has short black hair and a sculpted jawline. He also came in sweatpants and a baggy white T-shirt, also comfy.

Her two very good, and only, friends here. They’re in a few of her classes and all regularly hang out together. 

“So,” Erica begins after her mouthful of powdered donut. “Who do you think is going to actually purge tonight? Like, actually actually. My moneys on them two hotties in my class.” She finishes, wiggling her eyebrows..

Don hums around his half empty soda can. “Yeah, honestly I wouldn't be surprised if they did.”

Y/n pipes up, “Wait who?” sitting up against the sofa behind her, getting comfy like she's about to hear the gossip of a lifetime.

“Oh, Em, G! You haven’t heard of it? You’ve seriously been, like, living under a rock or something.” Erica says jokingly. Picking apart pieces of her donut and eating them. 

Don perks up too. “Really? You haven't?” Y/n shakes her head in denial as Don shrugs. “I get it, it’s mostly stayed in our class, hasn’t spread much further than that.” He says before crawling forward and rummaging around for more snacks.

“So get a load of this right!” Erica sits up too after finishing her donut. Waving her hands excitedly as she tells her latest gossip. “You know them two really hot upperclassmen right?” She draws out her ‘really’ and waits patiently at the end of her sentence for the other girl's confirmation. 

When she nods in slight confusion, Erica continues, “There were some major rumours in class that the two of them were late this one day because they were beating someone up. And I don't mean like a few slaps or hair pulling, I mean punches. You know?”

Y/n nods again, this time with furrowed brows and Erica continues, “At first, I didn’t believe it, obviously. But then, the two of them came into class and I swear there were blood stains on their clothes. Blood stains! Not to mention all the plasters and bandages all over their hands! I just had to believe it then! Wouldn’t you?”

After the end of her long rant she slumps back against the front of the sofa and mumbles incoherently to herself shaking her head while pouting.

Don, who had been listening silently, pipes up, “It was true, I was actually there for once.”

Y/n’s eyebrows raise in disbelief at what she had just heard. Fighting, here? She couldn’t help but to doubt it, if only just a little. Stuff like that has never happened here. Or at least while she had been here. It was just unheard of.

And for an attack so vicious to result in blood being drawn, then there must have been somewhat of a good reason for it. That was the conclusion she came to.

“I mean, there had to have been a good reason for it.” Y/n says, “They’re pretty nice people aren't they? It is Gojo and Geto were talking about here, right? They’re really popular here too.” Her eyes darted between her two friends, looking for more answers on this unexpected juicy gossip.

Erica sighs wistfully, “No, it got shut down pretty quick, which I guess is why so little people have heard about it. God, would I pay to see them fight though. Their muscles must have looked amazing.” 

They stop talking about it after that, Don getting distracted by the snacks and whining about how she didn’t get his favourite. Erica smacking him with a few pillows and complaining how he’s getting in the way of her movie she was barely even watching. 

Their playful banter did little to distract from her inner turmoil. A small shiver went down her spine again. The memory from earlier in the library resurfacing in her mind. Gojo staring her down, the creepy walk back from the shops and now learning the two had at the very least helped in injuring someone.

It could just be because it was purge day, but everything was beginning to creep her out and she was overthinking again. ‘What if he wants to attack me next? What if all of those things were connected and someone really was following me home? What if he wants to kill me? What if both of them want to kill me? Have I ever done anything to offend them? I haven’t, have I?’ She knew these were far fetched and ridiculous, but she couldn’t help but think of them anyway.

Her spiralling thoughts were halted when a stray pillow smacked her in the face. “Oops, haha, sorry.” Erica sheepishly apologized, bringing her hand up to smooth down Y/n’s ruffled hair. Don was laughing in the background.  

Y/n was stunned for a few seconds before replying, “Oh, don’t worry. How about we put something else on? This movie is kind of boring.” crawling across the piles of pillows and blankets to reach the stack of movies.

This caught the other two’s attention, eagerly rushing to the stack as well to try and get first pick. Arguing for a few more minutes before settling on a movie they all loved. Snuggling back into their original positions.

This was how the next few hours went before the announcement appeared.

It was 6:59 pm.

At exactly 7 on the dot, the TV went black before turning blue, the government announcing the commencement of the purge. Big bold letters and ‘Emergency Broadcast System’ and ‘This is not a test’ were displayed on the screen.

They were all quiet as it played out. The mood quickly turned sombre.

“Weapons of class 4 and lower have been authorized for use during the Purge. All other weapons are restricted.”

Don gulped.

“Government officials of ranking 10 have been granted immunity from the Purge and shall not be harmed.”

Erica huffed.

“Commencing at the siren, any and all crime, including murder, will be legal for 12 continuous hours.” 

Y/n shivered.

“Police, fire, and emergency medical services will be unavailable until tomorrow morning at 7 am when The Purge concludes.”

She released a shaky breath. The announcement ends with “...A nation reborn.” before stopping. The screen turned black again.

No one moves or says anything. Each of them were frozen in an array of emotions. Fear being the most prominent. 

The silence stretched on for minutes. Eerie in its wake, not even being able to hear other people in their dorm rooms like she normally would.

Eventually, after releasing another shaky breath and rearranging herself with trembling limbs, they all snap back into the present. 

Don coughs and Erica shuffles awkwardly. 

“Cards, anyone?” Y/n meekly speaks up. The other two nod as they sit in a small circle. 

It was 7:36 pm.

This was when the first explosion of some kind was heard by them. Each of them froze in the middle of playing their mostly silent game of cards. The noise was distant, but the impact remained.

A scream from a few doors down echoed in the silent space.

They waited with baited breath for any follow up, but when nothing happened, they slowly relaxed. Each of them assumed it was the explosion that must have scared someone. Sometimes it’s better to think of the positive, rather than what that scream could have been for.

A few minutes later a siren bellows in the distance, a few car alarms wail.

Nothing too bad, but knowing that it could mean someone was being murdered out there didn’t give them any ease.

It was 8:02 pm. 

This is when the banging starts. Y/n thinks it could be a few doors down again. Erica thinks it’s below them and Don thinks it’s above them. 

Wherever it was, it was concerning. 

Erica releases a small nervous chuckle. “Maybe someone is just having a good time?” A fake smile plastered on her face to try and mask her worry. Even she didn’t believe her little theory. Not during a time like this, during The Purge.

It was a few minutes later, after they had quietly resumed their game, that footsteps were heard.

Clacking down the hallway. 

1, 2.

1, 2. 

1, 2. 

1, 2. 

They were walking at a leisurely pace. Taking their time. Strolling down the hallway and getting closer and closer.

All three of them looked towards the door, as if someone were to burst in at any moment.

The footsteps slow before coming to a stop. Right outside her door.

The three of them hold their breath, bodies flinching when a light knock rings out into the open space.

Complete silence.

Another knock.

None of them had even noticed the earlier noises had stopped, too focused on the potential threat now right outside the door. Seemingly wanting someone to open up.

Three pairs of eyes dart between each other. Silent questions trying to push their way out without being heard. A few panicked half shrugs and furrowed brows with downturned lips later, another knock rings out.

This time it was a little louder.

Barely audible whisperings of ‘you go’, ‘no you’, ‘fuck no’, ‘who even is it?’ cut through the silence. No one wanted to ask the question. To even speak a hint of it lest it result in it coming true.

Eventually after a solid minute of panicked, almost silent, squabbling later. A frustrated and frightened Erica pushed herself up. Taking a very obvious deep breath. Eyes closed and silently mumbling to herself before taking a few steps over to the front door.

She tried to be as quiet as she could but each step sounded like it weighed a ton. Every creek and every wobble made to sound the loudest. 

Very quietly bracing her hands upon the door, she leant up on her tiptoes. Peeking into the peephole positioned in the centre of the door.

The two left in the pile of blankets still. Not wanting to even breathe in fear of disturbing whatever was happening in front of them.

A sudden screech of pure panic and fear tore from Erica’s throat. Flailing before landing with a harsh thud on the floor beneath her. Scrambling backwards on her hands and feet, keeping her eyes on the door the entire time.

The two startle and immediately jump up, laboured breathing hindering their lungs from the sudden scare.

“What the fuck? Erica what happened? What was that?” Don frantically whispered. His eyes were also locked on the door. 

Y/n also whispered to her, “Who was that? Erica?” her eyes locked onto her friend, not able to bring herself to look at the door yet.

“It was.. Oh god.. The peep..” Erica wheezed out. The fright took too much out of her with her frantic gasps for air.

A sudden bang echoed into the room. A few more followed before they all realized it was coming from the front door. 

Erica screeched and threw herself back into a standing position, rushing for the kitchen and grabbing any sharp knife her eyes first laid on.

Don stood frozen in fear. Not able to move or barely breathe from the looks of it.

Y/n wasn’t any better herself. Downright terrified. This was her dorm. Her dorm. Which means whoever was outside, was looking for her.

The banging persisted, the person on the other side seemingly determined to get in. This proved correct when the handle started turning whichever way it could. 

She didn’t even realize, terror clouding her senses because when she looked back to her two friends, Don had collapsed into himself, wheezing with little air entering his lungs amidst his panic. Erica was cornered in the kitchen, sobbing, tears flooding her cheeks and ruining her mascara she had in place.

The persistent banging stopped for a second. The faint sound of another pair of footsteps approached from the hallway outside. Muffled talking pursued but it was hard to make anything out, between her pounding heart, Erica’s sobs and the slab of wood in the way, didn’t make for easy hearing.

For Y/n, it seemed there was one second of complete silence. No sobbing, no voices, no distant alarms or explosions, no racing heart, no wheezing lungs. Before chaos sprung onto them.

Suddenly the people outside, because there was another person now, resumed banging on the door. But it didn’t seem like they were ‘just knocking’ anymore. No.

They were trying to break the door down. 

She could see it from the way the door groaned and creaked under the relentless kicking. She couldn't quite tell if they were using their feet, or an object, or whatever. 

All that mattered was that they were trying to get in. And they were going to succeed.

“Move! Hide! We need to hide!” She whisper-yelled. Rushing to Don and tugging on his arm to try and get him to move. He stared at her for a few seconds before his brain caught up, registering what was happening around him. The real danger he was in right now.

“Hide.. Oh god..” He panted, sprinting for the bathroom, the first place his eyes had landed on.

With Don now searching for a place to hide, she ran her way to Erica. Still trying to be as quiet as she could, in the little hopes that they would think she wasn’t here.

“Erica, we need to hide! They’re getting in!” She frantically whispered to her hyperventilating friend. Trying to shake her shoulders, even resorting to lightly slapping her face to try and get her attention. She was desperate.

“Please!” The sound of splintering caught both of their attention. Heads whipping towards the door starting to cave. She wasn’t all that surprised, that slab of wood was a shitty excuse for a door anyway.

Erica suddenly sprung up and dove for the piles of blankets in the living room. Trying to bury herself amongst them, taking the knife with her.

And now that all her friends had been taken care of, she ran for her bedroom. Trying her best not to stumble and fall in the dark hallway. 

As soon as her door came into sight, she gently opened it, gunning for her wardrobe tucked into the corner of the room. Not even looking towards the turned off lantern, she didn’t need them knowing her hiding spot from something so obvious. 

It was already messy anyway, so in her frazzled brain she didn’t bother caring where she tossed piles of clothes and shoes in her room.. They’d hopefully think it was like that in the first place.

After quickly clearing a space big enough for her to curl into, she did just that. Situating herself just right, back pressed against the side of the wardrobe, knees tucked to her chest and pressed against the boxes in front of her. She was sitting on old shirts she hadn’t seen for months.

Hearing the door breaking even further, she grabbed any clothes within her reach and threw them over herself. Shutting the door when she was mostly covered, she could have sworn she could hear laughter coming from the hallway.

A loud crash and splintering tore through the air. She knew it was her front door. And now they were inside. 

Her hands slowly went up to cup around her mouth, trying to muffle her breathing as much as she could. Her body froze. Even when she already began to feel muscle cramps settling in, she dared not move. She forced herself to breathe slowly. Every inhale a struggle along with a reminder that she was still alive at this very moment. Even if she was convinced she wouldn’t be for much longer. 

The thought brought tears to her eyes. The original shock wears from her body and settles into something akin to despair. 

Her throat started clamping up, muscles seizing and throbbing with the need to cry. 

It was the thudding of footsteps that shook her out of it. Snapping her half way back into a nightmarish reality. 

She gulped. Closing her eyes and straining her ears for any information they were willing to receive.

Just as she thought. Two pairs of footsteps. 

With every thud of a shoe or a spike in their muffled talking, her body would tremble. 

It remained like this for a few more minutes. The footsteps or talking occasionally pausing. 

It was during one of these silences, where a different sound was heard. She couldn’t identify the exact sounds, just ones of commotion. They were still all muffled. And then she heard muffled yelling. 

It sounded so dulled, between the walls and layers of wood and clothes, she could barely make out anything, her ears straining for any hint as to what was happening. Being left in the dark like this, literally and figuratively, was terrifying her. 

And then this horrible, awful noise carried its way between the cracks in the wardrobe. Crunching. Cracking. Stomps. 

That muffled yelling from before kept getting cut off. Eventually dwindling down into a barely audible groan. Those thuds never seemed to stop either. Never ending, crunching, cracking, and now wet thuds. 

Her brain was trying its hardest to process, to catch up with the information that it has been provided with. 

More footsteps, only one pair, accompanied with muffled laughter. And a more distinct sound traveling through the air. 

A scream.

Even more laughter, hurried footsteps and pleas of ‘no’, ‘please’, ‘don’ts’. 

It was now, with the wet stomps still in the background, her screeching friend, that eager laugh, that her brain had finally caught up.

She was going to be sick.

They’re hurting them. Killing them.

Her friends.

Her body moved out of its own violation. Shaky hands and feet kicking and pushing their way out of the pile of clothes. Wardrobe door swinging open with a creak.

She collapsed out of it. Slumped on the floor, dry heaving. Her lungs not seeming to take enough air in but yet holding in too much. She couldn’t function. Fear overwhelmed every part of her. As well as grief. 

Her ears were ringing and she was left gasping, drool dripping onto the hard floor beneath her as a result of her attempted vomiting. Eyes wide open, blurry when she tapped back into her mind. 

Tears, clouding her vision and dripping audibly on the floorboards below her. 

In the distance she could hear muffled talking. Two men, she could make out more clearly. Not only that, but squelching, wet, gooey noises seemed to mingle in the air. Gurgling was the next before silence.

A minute passed, maybe two before the footsteps started up again. Those goddamn footsteps. 

1.. 2.

1.. 2.

1.. 2.

But they were slower than before. Steady. Taking their time. 

And getting closer.

Her instincts kick in, blinking profusely to try and clear her eyes from the tears, looking up and darting around before landing on the space under her bed.

She wouldn’t have enough time to fix her spot back in the wardrobe. She couldn’t run past them, not even in her best state which she certainly wasn’t in right now. She had considered her bedroom window as an option, but it was locked, which would take time to open. Not even mentioning the fact she was on the third floor, so jumping out would break at least something important. They would be quick to notice as well, and if they came for her, it was likely they would decide to chase her down.

Under her bed seemed to be her best option at the moment, and she was running out of time. Scrambling as quietly as she could, she slid herself directly under her bed, trying to center herself in the middle of it, tucking herself into a tight ball.

The footsteps stopped right outside her bedroom door, she had enough sense to shut it on her way in, thank god. But that clearly wouldn’t be enough to stop them. 

Almost as if the person was teasing her, they slowly clicked the door open. The distinct creak she had grown accustomed to over the months making itself known. 

Her muscles are tense, tightening in the presence of her predators. 

In the dark space from under her bed and in her room, it was obvious when the light from inside the hallway started spilling in the more the door got pushed open. In the vague depths of her mind it registered that they must’ve either turned the hall lights on, had taken one of her lanterns,  or were carrying one of their own.

Her lungs were burning with the effort to keep her body running with the little air she was allowing them to have, all for the sake of trying to keep quiet.

It was all too silent once again, only for a second or two before the second pair of footsteps came towards her. A lot more hasty compared to the other ones. 

Her breath silently hitched, the new person pushed their way into the room, stepping past their company before a thunk was heard. The sound forced her body to startle, jolting her muscles and kick starting her trembling again. An uncontrollable reaction to the fear she was under, the unrelenting motions causing a deep ache in her ribs.

The sound of rustling was now heard. It seemed they were looking for something. ‘They’re going to kill me. They’re digging around for a weapon to stab me with, to bash my head in, to murder me like they did my friends. I’m dead. I’m dead, I’mdeadI’mdeadI’mdead-’

Her racing thoughts consuming her fear riddled mind failed in picking up the sound of the other pair of footsteps slowly creeping round to the end of her bed. 

The person paused, silently crouching down low before a pair of hands reached under.

The sudden tight grip on her ankles followed up by the sudden pull had her screeching. Pure terror flooding her veins. She had been yanked out from under her bed, lying sprawled on the floor and gazing up at the towering man stationed above her. 

Her lungs burned, seizing up before a sickening scream escaped her. Fuelled by genuine, unrestrained horror. 

They had found her.

One of her lanterns they had brought in illuminated his face in a haunting light. The darkened shadows stretching and contorting behind him to create the most grim image for her mind to paint. Not that it was far off.

A foot standing on either side of her hips, straddling her if it wasn’t for his standing position. Hands nestled comfortably back in his trouser pockets now they had done the job of retrieving her. A comfortable looking long-sleeved shirt adorned his figure. Dark splatters starting from the bottom of his shoes and creeping their way up his legs, tapering off into a few spots that painted one of his cheeks.

An easy smile softly ingrained on his face, followed by gentle looking eyes peering down at her if it wasn’t for the malicious spiral she found herself paralyzed in. Dark locks of hair extended down his back, past where she could see from her position, with the top layers sectioned off and tied back into a bun.

His mouth opened and he spoke. “Well, well. Look what I’ve caught for us Satoru.”

Satoru. The other man must be Satoru Gojo, and this was Suguru. Suguru Geto. The most popular guys she knew, the supposedly kindest. And then staring in the library, the walk back from the shops, the gossip her most likely dead friend had told her.

Her body suddenly felt like it was pumped full of adrenaline. Pushing herself up as fast as she could, using the bed as support all the while stumbling over her numb riddled legs. She took off, running towards the open door she so desperately wanted to pass through. 

A sudden arm snatched her from around her waist and she screeched. Pure instinct driving her at this point as she scratched and kicked and flailed in his, Satoru Gojo’s, hold.

The sound of something dropping before his other arm came round, collecting both her wrists in one hand of his. His grip tightened the more she fought. Her body pressed tight against his, her back to his front. His head situated itself on her shoulder, tucking over and pressing his cheek to hers even while she cried and panted and kicked.

She could feel his grin pressing against the side of her face. “Such a pretty little thing we have here. Can’t let her get away so easily now, can we? Not after all the trouble we’ve gone through.” The last part practically whispered into her ear as she turned her face as far away as possible from him. 

A little laugh boasted out from Geto. “Of course not.” He strolled over to them, bending down to pick up what Gojo had dropped in order to restrain her.

Rope.

Fucking rope.

The moment her eyes zoned in and processed what Geto was unravelling in his hands she tried to fight back even harder. Eyes flooding with tears that spilled down her cheeks. Short mumblings of ‘no’ being repeated over and over while becoming louder until she was yelling. 

“Please don’t do this! Let me go! Please, please.. Stop!” She shrieked while sobbing, convinced they were going to kill her or torture her or something horrible like that.

Gojo walked the two of them to the edge of her bed before forcefully pushing her down, manhandling her onto her front and bending her arms to rest pressing against her back.  

She sobbed into her ruffled sheets as she felt Geto fastening the rope tight around her wrists, the rough material digging into and pinching the sensitive skin. Raw and red marks already forming amidst her struggle. 

Her legs still hung off the bed, trying their best to kick and hopefully injure one or both of them, but she knew it was a losing battle. None of her landing blows made them falter in any way.

When her wrists were successfully restrained Geto kept them pressed to the small of her back while Gojo let go and reached down to grab her ankles. Pulling them up and bending her legs at the knees while they both worked in finishing the task of tying her up.

When they finally stepped back to admire the work they’d successfully done, Y/n deflated. Tears soaking into her bed in which she rested on top of. Her lungs still burned, having never stopped. The hogtied position she had been forced into leaving her nothing to work with in terms of escaping. Not that she could think clearly anyway. The distress she was under proved too much.

“Oh, Shh Sh Sh… There, there, sweet thing. Settle down for us now. We aren’t going to kill you.” Cooed, who she could only guess right now was Gojo.

Geto reached forward from his position of kneeling on the bed, gentle soothing pets stroking her hair. Her sobbing tapering off into hiccupped breathing even while flinching with every touch. “There you go, good girl. See that wasn’t so hard now, was it?”

He pulled away from her, stepping down off the bed and heading towards the previously discarded bag on the floor Y/n hadn’t noticed before..

Y/n slowly turned her head round, no longer pressed into her sheets. Her eyes were red and bloodshot, swollen from all the crying she’d been doing. Little hiccups and groans left her while her lungs tried to recover. She’d given up struggling right now, it had done nothing but cause her pain as the rope dug and squeezed the skin of her wrists and ankles. 

Gojo piped up from behind her, only now feeling the heat from his legs pressing into hers causing her to flinch. “You know, this would’ve gone a whole lot easier if you had just let us in sweetheart.” She could practically hear the smug smile in his voice. “Look at where you are now, tied up all pretty for us. Ripe for the taking.” He pressed closer to her at that, voice practically dripping with need. 

She whined in fear and started squirming at his words. Panic flooding her senses again for just a second before a sharp tug to her hair had her yelping, halting her movements.

“I thought I told you to quit that.” Geto was back to kneeling on the bed in front of her, his hand gripping tight onto her hair, eyes narrowed. 

Her bottom lip trembled, breaths picking up with every second he glared down at her. 

“Don’t be so mean, Sugu.” Gojo said, a teasing lilt in his voice. 

Geto glanced back at him before humming and letting go of his harsh grip, her scalp burning in turn. “I suppose you’re right. She’ll have plenty of time to learn when we take her back home.”

Gojo hummed and she felt him leaning away from her, hearing him crouch down and fiddle with something from the bag as well. 

“Back home?..” She stuttered, voice hoarse and throat dry.

Geto looked back down at her, amusement painting his face. “Yes. Home.”

“Where..” She started, face formed in a twist of concern and confusion. “Please.. I.. Just let me go. I won’t- I won’t tell anyone, I’ll- I’ll leave you alone, I’ll do anything, please..” She gasped out, tears gathered freshly in her eyes again, voice cracking every few seconds. 

An amused eyebrow raised with the hint of a smirk at the corner of his mouth was all she got as a response. 

Gojo had come back, reaching round and fastening a strip of duct tape around her mouth in a sudden flurry of movement. Giving her no time to process what he had done until after he had done it. 

She cried out, the sound muffled thanks to the tape, worried eyes darting around in panic as she tried squirming again for the third time. 

Gojo pressed up behind her once again. “You’re not going anywhere, sweet pea! You’re ours now. We’ve had you picked out for a long time now.” The joy in his voice didn’t fail to put her on edge, his words doing their part in helping the tears gathered in her waterline to finally spill down her cheeks. Wetting the tape situated over her lips.

“He’s right.” Geto replied. Bringing one of his hands up to show what he had collected from the bag a few moments ago. The mobile phone in his hands glowed brightly in the dark room, the lamp from before having been moved, the light now dim.

“We’ll bring you back with us soon enough, but we still have a few more hours to kill before that. And why waste them.” Gojo said, the grin in his voice unsettling her, keeping her frozen in fear.

An easy smile pulled at Geto’s cheeks at that, head tilting to the side to gaze down at their pretty prey. 

“Well what are you waiting for then, Satoru?”

A pause. Smile pulling into a predatory grin.

“Have at it.”

[maokomi]

⠀「 “Dress slutty babe, I can fight,” but can they really? *ೃ༄ 」 

ᥫ᭡ Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!

.ೃ࿔*:･「𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬.」 modern au, gn reader, established relationship crack ?? This shit aint serious so don’t treat it like it is lmfao

.ೃ࿔*:･「𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠.」 Xiao, Kazuha, Zhongli, Kaeya, Kaveh, Cyno

Wrote this drunk, no editing, no looking back at my regrets last night. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. 

⠀「 XIAO*ೃ༄ 」

YOU BET UR ASS THIS MAN CAN FIGHT

Tells u to dress slutty with his whole chest !!!

Wear whatever you want to feel good about yourself and to feel comfortable. That’s all that Xiao cares abt tbh. 

If he sees anyone leering at you in your hot outfit though? His munchkin ass is on them in a heartbeat.

Doesn’t matter who. Doesn’t matter how tall they are. He’ll bark up at them like a chihuahua. Scale them like a fuckin rabid cat or smthn.

Xiao said he can fight and he will !!!!!

⠀「 KAZUHA*ೃ༄ 」

Compliments you in your sluttiest outfit !! Hell, mans helps you pick it out!! 

CAN FIGHT Can !! Beat !! Ass !!

Except he chooses not to 😌 because he is a lover💞💕 not 🙅‍♂️🚫 a fighter ☮️🕊✌️😌

But he makes it very very very clear to anyone and everyone who so much glances in ur general direction that !! HELLO HE IS UR MAN

Holds ur hand. Keeps an arm around your middle. Plays with ur hair. The whole shebang baby

But if someone grows the gonads to actually approach you while Kazuha is so blatantly flirting with u right then and there ?? 

Kazuha doesn’t even have to get up.

He fucking ROASTS the motherfucker alive. All cool and suave. Keeps his voice level while he tells the newcomer all the reasons why their parents are disappointed in them.

Kazuha fucking cooks them bro I dont know what to tell u Rest In Peace to that dumbass I guess

⠀「 ZHONGLI*ೃ༄ 」

Bold of anyone to think they can steal u from a man who walks in with this much rizz 🤨

Zhongli wears a whole ass custom Valentino suit & shoes to go to a club no way in hell is anyone gonna try to chat u up baby doesn’t matter how slutty u dress

Esp when ?? Ur slutty outfit matches Zhongli’s fit ? Absolute power couple I rest my case

Sugar daddy Zhongli supremacy I said what I said

I restate my point: No one is gonna think they have a chance against Zhongli. They’re all scared they’ll get murked on their way home if they so much as try. 

Kinda soft but they fr dont even have a chance bc Zhongli just has to compliment u and u light up like an actual Christmas tree, you get so goddamn happy that anyone even trying to fight him is already fighting a losing battle.

⠀「 KAEYA*ೃ༄ 」

Baby, bold of u to assume that Kaeya’s not gonna be dressed sluttier than u 🤨

Hate to break it to you buttercup but Kaeya’s not gonna be the one royal rumbling tonight— nu uh, that’s you.

Have you seen the titty window this man rocks? 

Skip the accessories whenever you go out Kaeya, because you are going to beat some ass, and earrings and necklaces only get in the way 💕

It’s tiring having to keep everyone’s eyes off of ur boyfriend but it’s okay because whenever you go to the bar for a quick time out, Kaeya always has a kiss and a drink ready for u before u go back to fucking people up <3

⠀「 KAVEH*ೃ༄ 」

I love him but you’re on your own honey

Claims that he’ll kick ass— that you can wear whateverrr you want, that you look so hot, that you look amazing and that he’ll fight anyone who comes near u

Hypes you up and hollers and makes u feel like a million bucks because he’s a good, supportive bf

But in the midst of it all you forget he’s some broke ass architect who probably hasn’t taken a solid punch in his life

When someone approaches u he puffs up his chest and stands in front of u with his most intense bitch face, says smthn that he thinks tough guys says like, ‘you wanna fight? Let’s fight.’ Or some cheesy shit like that

The moment the other dude swings tho its over 💀 Kaveh yells and has to hide behind you 

It’s okay tho because he’s cute <3 (even if he’s broke)

Hope you didn’t wear anything breakable baby bc youre the one who’s gotta fight for urself

⠀「 CYNO*ೃ༄ 」

Doesn’t even have to fight bro.

Doesn’t matter how slutty you dress— you could walk into a bar with just the bare minimum on and no one would look your way.

Not because you’re unattractive, because that is far from the truth.

No— it’s because of Cyno’s arm wrapped around your shoulder and the absolute death stare he gives anyone who looks your way with even a hint of lechery in their gaze.

Crazy shit, I tell you. Motherfucker’s eyes look like he’ll pounce on anyone who so much as wolf whistles your way. No one wants to get fucked up by a dude who looks like he’ll go blue eyes white dragon on their ass.

[thatdeadaquarius]

Genshin Impact Sagau/Isekai:

You still have acces to characters! ...by possessing them. 👻

PART 2 (you're here!) / Part 1

All art by me! :] leave me a iced coffee?? :0

HEY!! REALLY QUICK PLEASE READ!

STOP tagging my posts as "Yandere Sagau", "Sagau Cult AU", "Sagau Imposter AU" or other related dark content tags.

I'm sick of seeing reblogs that tag my work as dark content, when I'm specifically trying to LIGHTEN UP THE SAGAU TAG 😭😭??

Please be more respectful of this. Actually read the work before you just tag it incorrectly. Tags do matter.

/nm /gen

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Sun: Gender Neutral Reader (they/them)

Planet: Misc. Genshin AUs

Orbit: Headcanons, Scenarios

Stars: Tighnari ft. Cyno, Alhaitham, Collei

Comets & Meteors:

Content Warnings: Mild violence (bandit attacks/non-graphic), Reader/you possess people non-consent (mild/consent given eventually)

& Trigger Warnings: Reader/"you" possess people non-consenually for short times, but given consent eventually.

(pls comment if any more!)

Edit 9/7/23: 1,000+ NOTES?? WHO WHAT WHEN WHERE WHY- THANK YOU???

Edit 12/24/23 + 4/5/24:

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My goofy ass forgot to put this here .-.

Anyway this is a full length fanfic now ;)

…mistakes were made.

bad decisions were had, and okay, mayyybbbeee you could’ve taken more precautions against people finding out you were “real”.

afterall, you did see the Eremites reaction, even if it was only two guys (one from each camp) that you possessed :/

word spreads quickly amongst the Eremites groups, you guess, bc next thing you knew, after you’d moved closer to floating around Gandharva Ville,

they’d called that entire bit of forest haunted.

BUT IN YOUR DEFENSE-!! how were you supposed to know they’d blab to the whole camp they didn’t remember the past 20 minutes after you unpossessed them?? and immediately be on guard and jump to possession?? (Irminsul works hard but eremites/sumeru people work harder u guess)

And by the time you were happily patrolling with Collei, the forest rangers were just so chill you didn’t really expect anybody would think a ghost was possessing them (or whatever you were now… maybe,, just code?? it’s unclear)

so when u start to see Tighnari squint at people who’ve technically just “woken up” after you possessed them, mumbling under his breath more and more as a file he carries around gets thicker and thicker-

you start to think,,, maybe.

okay, mayyybbbeee,

you’ve fucked up.

◇

You really can’t help it, first it was making sure Collei got back safely from patrols (she’s ur skrunkly okay, you can’t help it, you’re still aware she’s capable but- the urge to skrunkle overpowers you- )

but then-!! You managed to spot Cyno! :D its ur boy!! ur little meow meow, who can throw people over his shoulder!! He really doesn’t need you, hovering around, but eh ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯

what could it hurt! …it’s not like he can see, hear, or feel you anyway…

(unless u possess some animal/machine he thinks is friendly, which. sumeru is not exactly known for cuddly creatures. you don’t feel like experiencing death when possessing stuff just yet-)

imagine ur panic and shock as the General Mahamatra takes on a camp of criminals on the run, only for one of the old ruin machines (the ones that are just LEG and DEATH)

to hear the ruckus and come stomping around a thick patch of trees, it launched missiles!! You can’t warn Cyno, he can’t hear you!! No one can!!! The criminals are unconscious, there’s no other wildlife nearby they all ran off!!! FUCK-

You look at him and try to imagine his perspective as vividly as you can, he’s looking over the criminals, but now he’s turning, so people passed out and the tree-line got it-

Congratulations! You’ve possessed Cyno. 💀

It completely disorients you for a second, but then the panic of dodging the missiles comes back in time for you to make his body dive and roll off to the side, for as long as you can manage a roll too since you remember that’s the best way to dodge missiles in the game

…which works really well! bc he’s so fit and agile tbh

It was weird to finally run again after so long (two months now in teyvat?? wow)

with your feet suddenly in sandals, and feeling the breeze chilling your bare chest (Cyno’s chest??)

yeah its a shock considering most of the ppl you’ve possessed lately have been fully clothed rangers lol

you quickly imagine your ghostly form again, and just like that you’re drifting out of Cyno in ur “ghosty” form, having floated out and away from his back

Poor guy looks so fucking confused, and immediately is wielding his spear again, and is about to get out the crouch you put him in behind the dilapidated stone wall (dammit he better not waste ur efforts to keep him alive-)

until missiles slam and explode against it, he ducks back down (thank fuck) and Cyno just looks around one last time before hopping the wall and running to fight the thing

you notice that when the electro user goes to use his powers, they seem stronger than they were in his fight with the goons??

Maybe he was just going easier on them, since they are only human?

…so why does even Cyno look surprised when he goes to make a simple swipe with his charged spear and a bolt of lightning cracks out from his spear instead…?

…weird.

◇

Tighnari knows you’re here.

You figure he must have collected the reports of people “blacking out” or “sleep-walking” or whatever else and begun to suspect the worst.

…to be honest, you’re not sure what to do.

on one hand, it would be great to have someone know you actually exist, as yourself,

but on the other…

What would Tighnari think?

Of you possessing his rangers?? Temporarily taking ownership of someone without permission??? You’re afraid he’d think the worst of you…

tho u didn’t do so often, as u realized how messed up this could be, and u never did more than make them walk or talk normally for a few minutes before leaving them alone!

… afterall, you missed interacting with people. You were honestly a little worried abt going crazy, which is the only reason u were desperate enough to possess human people in the first place and continue doing so, just to talk to someone and have them look you in the face again like you really did exist as a person here-

(u thought u remember reading somewhere back on Earth that someone can only last 3 days of no other human contact until they start to lose it? but even if that’s not true, at the very least, u dont think talking one-sidedly to yourself all the time is healthy…)

so when Tighnari seems to get that file you’ve seen him adding onto, and gather up supplies, mentioning a day trip to Collei and the others to Sumeru City for some

“further research into these ‘blackouts’, and also contacting some of my colleagues who might know something…”

there’s no way you’re not going with him.

you feel increasingly anxious all day, and at one point when you were sure Tighnari was walled-in by books at the House of Daena, decide to go blow off the anxious energy by possessing an animal to get some food!

…you’re not really feeling comfortable enough to possess a living being into eating yet, that seems hella nonconsensual, and u kinda would be taking the joy of the meal from them tbh-

so u possess a cat!

a ginger cat, bc u like to think if u do anything weird, that ppl in Teyvat have the same type of cats back on Earth and excuse it as just:

“unhinged ginger cats being unhinged ginger cats yep makes sense” lol

you’d managed to be really cute (and wasn’t that weird, having to mimic animal behaviors like rubbing ur side against a person’s legs..)

and convince one of the cooks of Lambad’s Tavern to give u some leftovers, and been about to go off to try out sunbathing before the chore boy, little shit he is, tried to chase you off with a broom!! >:( the audacity!! you clearly have a little plate and everything!!

luckily, you’d finished eating, but still! Ouch!! those bristles fucking hurt-!!!

…you look and see a Sumeru-ified version of a skateboard, and u just know ur little cat face is just ✨v✨

and u steal the little shit’s skateboard as revenge! HAHA thats what you get animal abuser!!!

The kid’s yelling at you as you speedily skate away with ur little cat paws (LMAOO), but the cooks are calling him back in so he can’t pursue, (oh good u hear them get onto him for chasing u off)

and as u slow down to coast along the Sumeru streets,

you feel someone’s eyes staring you down.

You assume it’s just people being amused at a cat skateboarding, obv

but when you look just ahead of you to see a smiling Sumeru citizen or eremite-

Oh. It’s Alhaitham.

and he’s just… watching you.

he’s stopped reading whatever he’s got in his hand, and is slowlyyyy turning his head as you pass by…

You decide to just keep skating away. LMAO

◇

it’s already sunset by the you’re accompanying Tighnari back from Sumeru City, floating along behind him

and you’d been expecting a calm walk back, tbh you’d been feeling a little better bc the ranger hadn’t found much to identify you, yet, luckily-

but bc u can never catch a break:

Tighnari didn’t see the bandits dropping from the goddamn trees BEHIND HIM- and they had like claymores out- those were definitely gonna be killing blows-!!

so yeah.

You possessed Tighnari.

turns out ur pretty good at dodging bc this is second time now you’ve helped dive away for someone in an ambush, ur kinda proud of urself tbh💀

and as you make him take a few leaps back, ur ears twitch in the wind as you duck behind a tree, then float away and out of his body

The poor hybrid ranger visibly sways, then shakes his head out of it, and he flicks his ears in different directions, squinting into the woods, he’s pulled out his bow, so you’re at least reassured he’s aware there are enemies

Like Cyno last week, he too gives up and rolls for the next tree for cover and begins to shoot and take down the bandits

the rest of the week is kinda a blur after that, bc it’s mostly filled with Tighnari running in circles around the camp checking for blackouts, writing letters to Alhaitham and Cyno apparently, and you not possessing anybody out of paranoia :/

Most notably however,

you’ve unfortunately discovered one of the few drawbacks of ur possessions

(y’know, besides not existing essentially, what with no one being able to sense u outside of possessions)

apparently, if someone walks thru you, they accidentally force you to possess them 💀??

while it’d already happened once with a random ranger that you didnt notice was walking up behind you,

you didn’t want to test it again just yet bc it kinda made YOU nauseous and incredibly dizzy when this happened

(as in, u stumbled like a drunk after this poor ranger woman ran thru u, until you were so dizzy and the world spun sm u had to make her sit on the literal ground, luckily she just thought she was just really dehydrated when she came back into herself 😭)

so obviously, you’ve avoided crowds to keep this forced possession thingy from happening all the time

like at the Forest Rangers meetings or something, ur watching off to the side, instead of standing with them or beside them

so needless to say, after about a week and half since possessing Tighnari,

you definitely did not mean to possess Collei.

She’d been in her wheelchair today, the Eleazar flaring up and tiring her body out

so her wheels had been entirely silent when she rolled up to where you and Tighnari were leaning over some strange experiments of his- you were just trying to figure out what all these mirrors were for, didn’t he do plants more-?

you didn’t even know what the hell happened, you just felt that familiar dropping sensation, like a small drop on a rollarcoaster, blinked, and then suddenly you were sitting instead of standing/floating???

Oh god-

before you could even begin to process that Tighnari was in front of you instead of beside you, the world was shorter,

The fox-eared ranger yelled in triumph, grinning with sharp fangs and spinning around to look at you (Collei)-

“Ah-ha! It worked! Finally, I saw you! I saw you, I-?? Oh gods, Collei, NO-!”

And with quick reflexes, Tighnari’s summoned his bow, but he’s clearly confused on what to do about this situation, taking aim, but also holding the air glowing with dendro not as taunt as you’d seen him in the battle with the bandits

You scramble to raise your hands up, brown poofy sleeves rise to your command, light green hair you can feel on your shoulders, everything is familiar, but not-

“WAIT! I’m sorry!! This was an accident, I promise! I don’t intend to hurt Collei, or you!! Please, just, don’t shoot me, I think you’ll just hurt Collei instead…”

You talk him down and decide, that if he’s put this much effort into finding out about your existence, is an incredible leader and friend to everyone around him, and was able to accept the traveler and many other strange things that’ve (probably? maybe?) already happened in Sumeru (god fuck u dont even know where in the timeline you are)

that you can probably trust Tighnari with your existence, and your powers.

…He nearly passes out.

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Life has gotten a lot funnier, and happier, since you told Tighnari (and some of the more trustworthy rangers and Collei by proxy) about ur existence (or really, confirmed it)

He’d been wary at first, appropiately cautious and demanding answers, of which you were happy to give and explain yourself

luckily, after a whole lot of “hmm, I see, no, I think I’m understanding-” , finger on his chin and everything

he’s said it’s okay to hang around the rangers, so long as you don’t possess anyone anymore without them knowing about you/with permission (outside of emergency situations that is)

tho he did seem surprisingly understanding and accepting of you doing it before after you explained how u were just unbelievably lonely and were lowkey paranoid of going crazy-

The rangers seem to believe you’re some kind of god/spirit thing, as you had no explanation yourself as to what you were ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯

Tighnari’s also given you the rule to help out around here if you’re going to “ghost-laze around”, as he puts it lol

you’ve redirected ruin machines/feral animals away from rangers many times by now, to the many thanks and gratefulness of the rangers

you’ve even managed to even figure out how to push Collei’s wheelchair around when she uses it!

mostly by possessing tree after tree and using vines, or occasionally a fungi that can fly so you can nudge her along

she has insisted that you possess a ruin guard and carry her just to try it… however, Tighnari overheard her talking to the forest rangers’ dog (you) and immediately knew shit was up and banned you from doing it (at least not yet)

While most rangers are okay with you possessing them for a few minutes (and they’ve developed this bandana wrapped around their upper arms policy of “red = no possess, green = go ahead”)

Collei is the most okay with it and for longer, so you “won’t be that lonely ever again!” :’)

Tighnari is busy with stuff, so you can’t possess him as often, but the ranger has developed a theory that the more you possess someone, the more they can sense your feelings during possession/while floating around in ghost form too,

so he’ll occasionally feel you in the room with him, and start talking out loud in some one-sided convo to make you feel more included to make up for not being able to interact with him sometimes :)

(after taking you off his list of worries he’s still pretty swamped, not that he’ll tell you that, as he’s still not quite sure why he’s so, warm and safe feeling when you’re around, so willing to trust you so naturally, that it makes him want to at leats pretend to be worried abt a possessing ghost god/thing hanging out with the rangers now)

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basically everything is great!

the rangers are okay with you, they got a system to interact with you consensually, Tighnari and Collei are fond of you, you get to finally have something to do instead of floating around all the time (joining ranger missions)

and look!! they’ve even been kind enough to build you a little shrine or altar of sorts! Notes about Sumeru life, recipes for you to try, occasionally some books for you to read, and even some snacks/desserts for you to try out the next time someone possesses you and gives consent! (you leave them a little note stuck on their hand with your question for specific actions like that, if there isn’t another ranger there to ask for you when you unpossess them)

and everything is so cool, and everyone is so sweet and accepting

…Until Alhaitham shows up in Gandharva Ville, knocking on Tighnari’s door.

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AHHHH idk if this is any good! sorry it took so long, it was mostly the art 😭😭

anyway its not the best (the writing or the art) but i hope it’s at least some content to look at and be entertained for a minute!

also figured it was a good day to post what with the attack on our beloved Ao3 (tho i think it’s back up now?)

anyway, feel free to leave critiques on this one! (which I’ll probably turn this into a real fic one day soon, but not sure what to do with the plot/do a diff setup than this or what)

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sorry abt the radio silence! I just needed to close my mailbox bc i had a lot of stuff to answer, ur welcome to send submissions to chat/non-requests!

and also this took time to make (once again, mostly the art, bc thats how it always is with art isnt it 😭)

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Safe Travels Stranger,

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♡the beloveds♡

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Maybe see if your listed as a "searchable blog"?

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msby!atsumu x reader || w/c: 560 Atsumu discovers that the only thing worse than online dating, is dating advice online. a/n: oh look at that, another atsumu fic!! this one is less stressful for me though. its pretty short, with a cute little plot that won't cause me planning paralysis. making edits for atsumu is always so fun <3 i hope you'll read it!!

[chapter 1->]

r/relationship_advice • 3 hours ago

u/fattytuna95

I want to ask out my twin brother's girlfriend.

It's not as bad as it sounds. She's not really his girlfriend.

I'll try to explain.

We're colleagues, sort of. (Me and her— I'd rather starve to death than work for my brother.)

Last month, someone took a picture of us leaving the office. I was only walking her to her car but the person who took the picture wanted to imply that we were dating.

And that wouldn't have been an easy rumour for her to handle, so I got my brother (identical twin) to post a picture with her on his socials.

Obviously, just one picture wouldn't work to convince anyone, so they've been meeting up a couple times a week (they have similar interests, so they were friends already) to be seen together.

Now here's the issue— I never saw her like that before, and I thought it was just fucking annoying to watch people be lovey dovey, fake or not... but one of my other colleagues said it sounded like I was jealous.

And fuck, I am.

Do you think she'd be mad if I asked her out? I reacted pretty badly to the original picture. And I'm worried my brother likes her for real (those photos they're posting are kind of convincing...)

Edit: for everyone asking, no, I can't ask my brother. he'll know why, and if he really does like her I don't want to mess with it. and if he doesn't he won't let me hear the fucking end of it. i can hear the best man speech already.

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u/unicornpoodle • 2 hours ago

lol dude (I'm assuming you're a dude, unless you're a girl who unfortunately is built exactly like your brother) are you sure you like her and aren't just jealous of your brother being happy? fake or not

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u/fattytuna95 • 2 hours ago yeah i'm sure. I cut out a picture of one of my teammates and pasted it over his ugly mug and it made me even angrier. ↑ 35 ↓ •••

u/msbygirlie_13 • 2 hours ago

Oh hey!! I recognise you from the atsumu miya subreddit!! That's so cool you have a twin just like him!! And his brother got a gf recently too!!! (I think they're fr tho lol.)

Okay hmmm this is a tough one. wdym when yuo said 'reacted badly'??? and what was so bad about the rumour in the first place if it's an option for you now???? this is kinda weird ngl.

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u/fattytuna95 • 2 hours ago do you really they're the real deal??? I kind of laughed. And now that I look back at it, I think I might have looked way too eager to put it out there that we weren't dating. like I was disgusted or something. :( I wasn't, I just didn't want her to have any trouble. :( :( I'm sorry, I can't explain the situation any more for privacy reasons. ↑ 20 ↓ •••

u/guiltyassassin_ • 1 hour ago

well you don't have to talk to either of them... you said someone took the original photo. maybe they're still stalking?? ask them what they think?

lmfao you guys are either celebrities or highschoolers with this kinda drama

(also you keep calling your brother ugly, but then say you guys are identical? huh????)

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u/fattytuna95 • 55 minutes ago This is kind of an insane idea, but it does make sense. Maybe I'll do it. (and you wouldn't get it.) ↑ 2 ↓ •••

first chapter tomorrow! please like/reblog/reply/send me an ask if you enjoyed it :) it keeps me going lol [my other fics->] divider: @/cafekitsune

[vintagesffantasyactors]

Inspired by @hotvintagepoll, here's another bracket featuring some hot vintage actors- but instead of being about actors from a particular medium, this one's about actors associated with a particular genre:

The Hottest Vintage Sci Fi/Fantasy Actors Bracket!

I'll be starting with a men's bracket.

Round 1 is currently ongoing!

Round 1 polls are tagged as #sffantasy men 1. You can also find the Round 1 masterpost here

All polls are also tagged as #sffantasy men polls

If you want to see additional propaganda beyond polls, its tagged #sffantasy men propaganda

You can send me additional propaganda to boost either by tagging me in a post or submitting an ask.

Rules for propaganda:

All propaganda has to come from between 1900 and 2000 (so pretty much it has to be 20th century).

Propaganda can come from both movies and television! It just must be directly from or related to SF/Fantasy material. Stuff from outside the media itself, such as interviews, promotional images, etc are allowed, as long as they have some connection to an actor’s sf/fantasy work. Completely unrelated material (for example, general magazine photoshoots, etc) will not be taken as propaganda.

Please only submit propaganda where the actor is at least 18! They must have been at least 18 while filming something; if someone was under 18 when filming but over 18 when it was released, I will not take the propaganda.

Live action roles only; voice-only roles will not be counted for propaganda.

Propaganda can come from any sci fi/fantasy related material, even if its not a super well known role for someone or one of the shows/films listed next to them on the poll.

I may not boost video propaganda that’s very much longer than 6 minutes (I’d like to try to watch videos before reblogging or posting them to try and tag TWs if need be)

See below for more info on propaganda & some general FAQ info:

Notes on Propaganda

Propaganda is not written by me. Opinions in propaganda aren’t necessarily also my opinions, and if someone makes a claim about an actor I can’t necessarily guarantee its accuracy. The most editing I’ve done of any text  propaganda is fixing small spelling issues and occasionally removing explanatory lines that are just mentioning that there’s a video/photo to look at too. 

I will not boost negative propaganda. I’m here to celebrate hot vintage sci fi/fantasy guys, so I want to hear about why your favorite guy is the hottest, not why someone else is the least hot, if that makes sense. I’ll also leave whether to take into account what a nominated actor is generally like as a person in the hands of each individual voter. 

FAQ:

If a show started airing before the cut-off date but ended after it, can I only submit things from the earliest part of it?

I will definitely give a little leeway to things that started pre-2000 and end like a year or two after the cut-off date. It’s only stuff that runs well past the cut-off that I’d rather only take propaganda from the early sections of, or things that don’t have their initial release until 2001 or later that I won’t take propaganda for at all. Additionally, if a show/film series started pre-2000 but an actor didn’t join it until after the cutoff, I won’t take propaganda for them from that particular role.

Since propaganda is coming from the media itself, what images will be used for actors who usually or always appear in heavy prosthetics/makeup?

Main pictures for actors are mostly coming from either submitted propaganda images or, if there were none, are being chosen by me, usually from an actor’s best known role. In cases where said best known role involves wearing heavy makeup, I have still used direct images from that role for their main picture. However, for the sake of being fair, considering there’s also lots of people where you can see their full actual face, I have made sure to include an image of all these actors without their makeup among their additional propaganda, so that people can at least get a sense of what they actually look like, as well. This will also be noted directly on applicable polls so that people will hopefully see that they can check the additional propaganda to see what the actor looks like normally. 

Is stuff from as late as the 90s really “vintage”?

Honestly it seems like the definition of what’s actually literally “vintage” is somewhat variable. I think the most common cutoff is anything older than 20 years, though some will put it a bit (though not usually much) later, and what counts as "vintage" vs other categories can sometimes depend on the medium (you might see different time ranges for what's what for clothes vs music vs cars, etc). Personally I’m kind of operating on vintage clothing store rules (in that most vintage stores will typically buy or sell things from the 90s or older). At any rate, film and television from as recently as the late 90s does feel like it’s from its own distinct era of media, which is why I feel like it fits here.

What will happen if there’s a tie?

In the case of an exact 50/50 split, both actors will move forward to the next round individually, and not be put together on a team. If the presence of an extra actor causes a three person matchup to be required in the next round, then I’ll probably put at least one of the tied actors into the three-person match. If no three-way matchup is needed (or if it was gonna need to happen regardless of extra actors moving forward), they’ll just be matched up normally.  

How were round one match-ups made?

Considering what an overall strong group of actors were going into the tournament, I don't think there's any permutation of match-ups that doesn't knock out some really good people early. So for the first round I prioritized trying to make as many matches as possible where it felt like there was at least something linking the two actors. Hence if you start to look through pairs you'll probably notice there's like sets of "vampire guys", "android guys", "ghost movie guys", etc, with some of the pairings having more or less direct connections (and a few admittedly had to be much more random because they had no great direct match up or I felt like their best match up had an even better match with someone else). I did factor projected popularity in to a degree, in that I tried not to match up people who were submitted a certain number of times against each other right away, but outside of that I mostly wanted to create as many pairings that felt like they had some common logic behind them as possible.

[hopeluna-archived]

Obey Me! Brothers reacting to you slapping their ass

Obey Me! Brothers x GN!reader

Genre: crack basically and fluff

Warnings: a bit suggestive

A/N: Well this is it people, my first headcanon. Feel free to tell me if its shit cause idk I think it is. And if by a miracle you happen to like it, let me know if you want one with the side characters and requests are open so tell me if you wanna see something else.

The side characters edition

M.list

Lucifer

do you wish to die?

Shocked at first

But will quickly get over it and give you that fucking smirk

"MC, you're feeling rather brave today aren't you?"

Yeah good luck getting outta this one

Will make some comment on how he should punish you for such behaviour

Uno reverse card bitch, now you're flustered

Will give the bedroom eyes....yk the one

Lets just say, you didn't get much sleep that night and were in need of a wheelchair

Mammon

Shocked pikachu face

Mammon.exe has stopped working. Please hold him he's about to die

Acts all annoyed

"Oi human! What do ya think you're doing huh?!"

He said calmly and not blushing like a tomato

Totally loved it btw

Will convince you to do it infront of his brothers

Their faces are priceless

Haha get it? price cause Mammon.....anyways

Leviathan

Will literally screech like a damn banshee

Gets a nosebleed. Help the poor guy please

"W-what was t-that?!"

Levi its called having some fun with your partner

He doesn't get it

WILL NOT come out of his room for as long as he can

Congrats you broke the guy

Satan

Amused af

Makes some witty comment that I can't think of right now

Similarly to Lucifer

Don't tell him I said that

He also chuckles and gives you the bedroom eyes

You were just wanting to see his reaction

Next thing you know, you're not walking for days

Asmodeus

Horny giggle

"Oh MC you're so cute!♥︎"

Slaps your ass

Isn't even phased by your stunt

Starts flirting with you

Uno reverse card 2.0 bitch

Now you're flustered

And he leads you to his room shamelessly

And again you need a wheelchair

Beelzebub

Goes like this 😐🙂😄

You would think it didn't affect him if it weren't for the obvious blush

Genuinely confused and asks you why you did it

After you tell him you just wanted to see his reaction and have fun

He gives the most wholesome smile

He's happy that your happy so do it again if you want

He don't mind

Belphegor

He's asleep

Thats it. The end

Jk

If you manage to do it while he's awake he'll go from surprised to being a little shit at the speed of light

Smug smirks and constant teasing comments

But don't let that fool you, cause he got light blush spreading across his cheeks

This menance

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Comments and reblogs are appreciated!! Do not repost or claim as yours though, its not cool.

[nervoushottee]

A Solemn Promise Ch. 5 | Joel Miller Series

Summary: The group heads to Joel and Tess' apartment to prep and plan. You and Joel both don't want to be around eachother but life decides otherwise...

Warnings: Not many, cursing, blood, small injuries, regular the last of us warnings.

Note: HEY HOTTEES I missed you guys and this series so so much! I know it's been like MONTHS since I updated this series but I was at a loss of where to go with this story. Since this fanfic is very canon compliant and goes along with the tlou show, its takes alotttt to write the fic and connect to the show.

But! I'm slowly coming back to it!!! I don't want to make any promise just yet but I was sitting on this chapter for a long time so here it is! hope you enjoy!

*comments and reblogs are always appreciated*

(limited editing)

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The four of them arrive back inside, heading to  Tess and Joel’s apartment. All of them were wet from the cold rain that poured on the streets. Tess at the front with keys in her hand, you and Ellie are side by side in the middle and Joel at the rear. 

With a turn of the key, Tess opens the apartment door. She walks in and you follow in suit. Your eyes linger at the common area. Ellie hesitates, Joel gesturing to her to follow. When she does, Tess quickly steps out and closes the door with you and Ellie in the apartment. “What the fuck?!?” Ellie exclaims. 

“So what’s the plan?” Joel asks.

“There’s not a lot of options. There’s the short way or the long way.” Tess explains. They both know that the short way wouldn’t be ideal as Tess states. “That leaves the long way. If things look bad, we’ll come up with something. We’ll have to drop, head to Bill and Frank’s. Stock up on everything we need.” He tells her.

Tess agrees to the plan, nodding a few times as she stares at the wall. Assessing the plan and the trip over in her head, Joel assumes. After a few seconds she turns her head back to Joel, staring at him. 

There’s that silence again. 

That thick silence that came when they were in the hallway minutes before. That deafening quiet meant that Tess was going to bring you up again and he couldn't run from it this time. But he’ll try to, he’ll dismiss it as much as he could despite everything. 

“That’s her isn’t it?” Tess asks him softly. She doesn’t question him with anger, or jealousy. Just a simple question but it rubs Joel the wrong way all the same. He didn’t want you here. He didn’t want to talk about you, especially with Tess. 

He had brought you up once years ago when he had felt vulnerable enough to speak about it. Four glasses of whiskey deep mixed with a couple pills would do that to you. He only spoke about you very briefly, and what he said wasn’t much despite being under the influence. But it was enough for Tess to remember and bring it up now.

“Does it matter?” annoyed that she’s continuing to push the question of who you were to him. But Tess still stares, her eyes flooded with an emotion that he could never properly entertain with her. Not as much as she wanted him to anyway. She scoffs softly, “I guess not.” 

Joel readjusts his stance but does not push her statement any further. He can tell she’s upset and that she wants more, but they both knew that he wasn’t going to give it to her. “We leave after dark, stay with the kid.” she says to him abruptly, walking past him and heading down the hallway. She’s leaving him with the kid and you. 

He didn’t know if it was a punishment or if she just wanted to give the two of you some time alone. Either way he didn’t like it. “Wait, why do I have to-” , he couldn’t finish his sentence as Tess got farther away from him.   “Tess.” he calls out to her and the woman doesn’t turn back. “Tess!” he calls out again, but she turns down the hallway and leaves. 

He lets out a huge sigh. He’s exhausted both mentally and physically. In all honesty, he would prefer if he could just sleep for ten days. But like always, there were things to do. And even if given the chance to rest for such a long time. Joel would probably put up a fight and find an excuse to not do it.

The front door to his apartment opened, you stepping out and closing the door behind you.

It was just the two of you now. No Tess, who was long gone. No Ellie who was still protesting behind the door of not being involved. Just the two of you. And if Joel closed his eyes, he could make himself go back to twenty years ago.

 The salt and pepper in his hair are gone. His calloused fingers from construction work instead of survival. Your hair, longer from the cut it is now. The look in your eyes, more playful and loving. Instead of being a glare that you hadn’t gotten rid of since you both saw each other again for the first time in such a long time. But that is just a dream. A memory too faint to even feel real. And from the look on your face you didn’t want it to.

Yea, Joel didn’t want you here.

“So what’s the plan?'' you ask him. Joel doesn’t respond to your question immediately. Hesitating on if he should even tell you what would happen next in the first place. “We stay here for a bit, lay low until it’s darker out. When Tess comes back we’ll leave.” You nod your head at the information, “Okay.”, with that you turn, headed back into the apartment. 

But for some reason Joel stops you. Despite his best efforts, despite his years of pushing back anything that burned too bright about his past. Despite the constant denial he gives Tess.  His curiosity of you gets the best of him for just one moment. 

“Ad-”  he starts to call your name.

“Don’t.” You hiss at him, turning yourself back in his direction. 

You’re angry now, desperate even. Not the kind of desperate that Marlene reeked of when she begged for them to take Ellie. But a desperation in not wanting to have the conversation both of you knew you probably needed to have. “It’s Woods to you.” You side step your balance on your other foot and point your finger at him. “This,” you start, pointing back and forth between both you and him. “We don’t need to talk about it. We don’t need to make it a big fucking deal.” 

“Never said I was gonna make it one.” Joel responds with a quickness.  

The open chance for you both to have a brief moment washed away quickly with your attitude.

“Good. That makes it a lot easier.”you state. 

He scoffs, “You sure are a ray of sunshine.”

If you were offended by his remark you didn’t say anything. “Once we get out of here, and Ellie is safe and we’re on our way with the rest of the Fireflies, we can put this behind us.” 

“We both go our separate ways and you can run off to your brother.” You finish

“Fantastic.” He says monotone

“Great.” 

You turn to open the apartment door and Joel follows you inside. Joel walks past the two of you and places his bag against the couch before taking a seat. “So who’s Bill and Frank?” 

Joel sees you sit down at the table, letting your bag fall next to you. 

Ellie continues, “The radio’s a smuggling code, right? ‘60s songs, they don’t have anything new, 70s, they got new stuff. What’s 80s?” Joel never answers the young girl's question, already annoyed at the fact that not she hadn’t been here even five minutes and the young girl was already snooping in things that didn’t belong to her.  He gets up and takes the book out of her hand and tosses it at the table you were sitting at and heads back to the couch to lay down. 

“Next time ask before you go snooping through people’s things please.” he can hear you say to her. 

“Well how could I when they kept me in here by myself for so long?”

“Patience is a thing, Williams.” you state with a small tune in your voice. 

“Yea, yeah Woods.” she mutters back. 

He listens to the whole ordeal, the playful tone of  banter between you two. Do you let Ellie only call you Woods too? Is there a reason why you only go by your last name? He assumed ‘Williams’ was Ellie’s last name. But the way the two of you said it back to each other, it didn’t seem like a standard. But a simple play at words that meant more than just saying each other's name. 

Joel lays down on the couch with his eyes closed. He can hear the footsteps of a person who assumed was the annoying girl. “What are you doing?”

 “Killin’ time.” he says simply

“Well, what am I supposed to do?” the young asks loudly

“I’m sure you and Woods will figure it out.” 

Joel hears you sigh and the sound of his kitchen chair creaking. Indicating you stood up from where you were sitting previously. “Actually, you got a mirror? I need to clean and cover up some of these cuts  but I can’t see much.” you ask him nodding your head towards the window, the sky getting darker and darker with each minute.  

Joel opens his eyes at your question to see you already staring at him. Your hands on your hips in question. The same thing you used to do 20 years ago when you were annoyed with him and asked him something. He points his finger lazily, “The door behind you.” He watches as you turn around and mutter a “thanks”. Grabbing your bag, you open the door which leads you to the bathroom. There wasn’t much for light and the bathroom amenities barely worked as is. But a mirror doesn’t need power to work.

 He closes his eyes again to try to get some sleep before it’s time to move. Ellie sighs as she walks past Joel opting to sit in the chair by the window. “Your watch is broken.”Despite it being a simple sentence that didn’t mean anything to the young girl. Meant everything to him. The watch that was gifted to him by the one he held so dear to his heart, gone. The woman he loved was just a painful memory now real and alive, now an entirely different person as was he. The day, the night which was supposed to be a wonderful night turned to hell in a matter of hours. 

Joel opens his eyes and sees you. With how he lays on the couch, he has a full view of his common area. The front door, to see when Tess comes back. The kitchen table you once sat at, now the bathroom you stood in with the door open. The small lamp used for light illuminated the small room with its white hue. 

He had a full view of you as he watched you patch up the wounds and bruises you had received from a now dead member of Robert and his crew. Your jacket was off, in the sink that you leaned over to look at the cut that was blazing red on your neck. You were applying a piece of cloth to stop the bleeding. You grunted from the pain as you applied pressure. His eyes trailed your body and stopped at your waist. Your tank top rising from you reaching towards your neck. A sliver of your lower stomach showing everytime you lifted your shoulders.

With the help of the dim lamp light, Joel could see a small glimpse of a  tattoo peeking through on your right side. Joel’s heart sank and his blood ran cold when he realized what the tattoo was. 

He couldn’t see all of it, as it looked like the tattoo seeped farther down into your jeans. But he did see a part of it. Before he could be sure what it was, your shirt was shoved down. He looks back up at your face to see you already staring back at him. With a fierce look in your eyes, you grab the door and close it shut, away from Joel’s view. 

Now slightly embarrassed and interested all at the same time, the man closes his eyes and lets sleep rush over him.

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You had finished cleaning up your wounds a long time ago. 

The door now closed and away from Joel’s curious stare, you stand in the barely lit bathroom. Deep breaths going in through your nose and out through your mouth. You assess everything that's happened in only a few short hours.

Marlene and Kim are badly wounded. The rest of the team that was in that hallway was wiped out. One of ‘Robert’s’ goons trying to make you join them a few hallways down. Marlene making the decision of you and Ellie being “cargo” to Tess and Joel.

Joel.  A man you tried to put behind you for years now. To keep that part of your life dead and buried for as long as you could. It was forcefully dug out of the dirt and thrown back into your life without a say on either of your parts. Unwanted feelings and memories resurfacing with every waking minute you stand close to him. 

He was supposed to think you were dead. You wanted to keep it that way. And if you had the right idea, you would grab Ellie and take her away when he was sleeping and get to the rest of the Fireflies yourself. But Marlene was right, it was too risky to do it alone. You would never forgive yourself if you died and left Ellie alone before getting there. The plan wasn’t to die, but in this world there’s always a risk. There’s always a “what if”. 

Plus, you cheated death once, you didn’t think God would  let you do it again. 

The only other option was to let Joel and Tess take you both there. Let the man you onced loved so dearly, with every fiber in your being,  bring Ellie safely to the group. The man who you knew like the back of your hand. Twenty years can change so much about a person.  If there was no such thing as infection or the world didn’t go to shit, age would be the main reason for that change. Both older, and both having to do things to survive. 

You knew with time, if you weren’t careful with your anger towards him or if Joel would stop staring at you. Ellie will get curious and ask questions. You loved that young girl with everything you still had in you but the questions you knew she would ask would bring up things you wouldn’t want to talk about. 

After a minute or so, you finally looked at yourself in the dirty mirror. Giving your wounds a final once over and put your jacket back on. Open the door to see Ellie sitting at the window next to the couch Joel was sleeping on. The girl turned her head at the sound of the door opening, her thumb against her mouth as she bites her nail, a dirty habit you’ve been trying to get her out of.  “He mumbles in his sleep.”

You walk over to place your bag back on the kitchen table. “Oh yeah?” 

“He said your name a few times… and something about daisies.” she tells you. 

Fuck. 

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

It wouldn’t be you and your angry comments or even Joel’s intense stares that would get Ellie to bring up your past. It would be Joel and his stupid mumbling in his sleep. His own subconscious coming out to bite you in the ass. You sigh, not even bothering to try to come up with something to change Ellie’s mind.When you don’t respond back to her, simply just placing the items you just used back in your bag, Ellie speaks. 

“You got anything to say on that?” Ellie questions. 

You grab a chair and drag it across the floor, closer to where Ellie was sitting.  You hope the annoying sound of the chair legs scraping the floor would cause the stupid man on the couch to wake up. So he can endure the same questioning you knew Ellie was going to give you. He stays asleep to your disappointment, eyebrows furrowed as if he’s having a bad dream. 

You sit down with a grunt, propping your feet up at the foot stool. “Not really.”

Ellie squints her eyes at you, something she does when she tries to “intimidate” you into telling her the truth about something. “If you try to lie it wouldn’t work either. Because he said your name.”  You roll your eyes and shake your head, “He could know another person with that name.”

“Would that other person have a bunch of daisies tattooed on them?” She got you there. You don’t say a thing, which gives her the confirmation she needed. Eager to know more she turns herself more towards you, giving you her full attention.  Her eyes light up as they always do when she learns something new or does something exciting. You could already tell the thousand of questions that were piling up her tongue. “So you two know each other?”

“Knew. Knew each other.” you correct her. Emphasizing the past tense.

“Same thing. Either way you both know something about the other.” 

She wasn’t going to let this go, you knew that. And once Joel woke up, she’d probably ask him and you’d rather not be in the same room when that happens. You rather be a thousand miles away and preferably still dead in his mind but you can’t always get what you want. “It was a long time ago, El.” you say to her softly. You look up at her and hope she can see in your eyes and in the tone of your voice that you really weren’t up for the conversation. 

She seemed to catch on, her raised shoulders in excitement now relaxed. Her eyes less dim as she sighs. “Later?” asking if she can ask you about it another time.

“Sure.”

Joel wakes up with a deep breath. “You mumble in your sleep.” Ellie tells him. 

You watch Joel sit up from his layed position. Stretching out his shoulder, probably sore from sleeping on the couch.  “I’ve never been on the other side of the wall. Addie tells me stories but I never saw it for myself.” Ellie states.

You can feel Joel turn his head at you when Ellie says your nickname. After your stern statement of telling him not to say your name or anything in relation to it. You’re not surprised that Joel is shocked to hear Ellie say it so casually. 

You don’t look at him though. Your eyes linger on the blue and purple butterfly taped on the window. Your mind lingers to old memories that still hurt after so many years. “You guys go out there alot? You and Tess?” Ellie asks. 

 “I guess..” he replies. 

“When was the last time?” You can tell these questions Ellie asks aren’t with excitement or positive curiosity. She was scared. And with being so young and never seeing much of anything except the QZ or the FEDRA school you didn’t blame her. 

“Maybe a year. What’s it matter?” he questions in annoyance. 

“What matters is  do you know where you’re going?” You ask him, helping Ellie ask the question she truly wanted to know. “Do you?” Ellie pushes, “So we’re going to be okay.”

You watch Joel, his annoyance leaving slightly once he realizes what you already know. Despite everything, despite how fierce Ellie may seem. Or brave or determined she may look, she is still a young girl. A young girl that is experiencing all these new things in the span of such a short time and she’s scared. 

His eyes flicker to you briefly before answering. You raise your eyebrows with your arms crossed. Waiting for his answer. “Yeah.” he finally says, leaning back on the couch. 

Satisfied with his answer, Ellie turns her attention back to the window. Looking outside in the dark streets of the Boston QZ. “Look how dark it is.” You hum in agreement. From where you're seeing you can get a view of what's outside the window. Your eyes flickering back to that butterfly every so often. 

“So what’s the deal with you anyway?” Joel asks curiously, “You some kinda bigwig’s daughter or somethin’?” You laugh quietly at his question. If that were the case, this trip would be a whole lot easier than what it probably is going to be. “Something like that.” Ellie tells him, with a smirk on her face as the two of you look at eachother. Joel looks between the two of you for more commentary on the matter besides what Ellie had said. 

“Oh, that radio came on when you were asleep.” Ellie told Joel. 

Your eyebrows furrowed, not remembering hearing the radio go off. Maybe it did when you were in the bathroom but either way you still would’ve heard something. “What? What was the song?” Joel’s now relaxed position turned interested as he leant forward to listen to what Ellie had to say. “He kept saying, ‘Wake me up before you go-go?” the young girl looked at you confused then back at Joel. You knew the old song, hadn’t heard it in a long while but had no clue what it meant to Joel. 

“Shit.” Joel whispers to himself, you curiosity perks up at his reaction and from the corner of your eye you see Ellie smile smugly.“Gotcha. 80s means trouble. Code broken.” 

“Ellie-” you begin to scold her for what feels like constantly for her nosyness.

“Listen-” Joel speaks up to more than likely scold her also for her nosyness. 

You and Joel both didn’t get to finish what you were going to say when the apartment door opens. Tess was back from wherever she had gone. 

“The spot under Lancaster looks good.” She says to Joel, placing her bag down on the chair you once sat in. She looks at the three of you until her eyes land on you.  “She got a jacket?”

“Yea, in her pack.” you respond back.

“Good, get it out and let's go. It’s time.”

Everyone gets up with her announcement. You get your bag that was on the floor and put it  across your shoulders. Ellie does the same after she puts her jacket on. The both of you head toward the front door as you watch both Joel and Tess speak without words. 

“We’re ready.” you tell them. 

With that, the four of you head out the door. You were hoping this would be easy, but that was asking for a lot.

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[yandere-kokeshi]

hi! can i please request a yandere pavitr prabhakar with reader she’s the bitchy popular mean girl, but she behaves well with people who are abused by others.

Warnings: yandere behavior and talks about abuse.

A/N: I got kinda confused by this request. I'm not sure why but this was hard for me to write. Thank you for sending this, my first Pavitr request :]!!

He was extremely intimated of you at first. Your attitude and popular status of yours made him nervous 24/7. Whenever you came near him, he’d look at you like the beautiful stars in the skies; jealous of how he couldn’t be around you.

With your fame, he uses this as an excuse to stalk you. In a group of friends, walking to your home? Perfect, he can listen in while walking behind you guys without getting noticed. You

Being popular has its cons. Rumors are easy to spread around, considering you’re a horrible and nasty person. Though, Pavitr is the first person to jump up and deny anything of the nasty talks. Even if you did do it, even if there is proof, he will yell at the rudeness of people. In his mind, you can never do anything wrong.

On your behalf of being nice to those who are abused, he’s enlighted. Of course, you’re the one for him! You take care of the poor and abused. You might as well be a Spider-woman due to your kind nature towards them.

He will use your popularity as a way to get you two paired. Somehow, he’s coupled with you in the class project. In gym class? He’s running beside you, telling fun facts about things he enjoys.

Eating lunch? He’s sitting yet beside you again, making sure to offer some of his food in case you want some. Of course, he uses this chance to tell you things - trying his best not to flop over his words due to how nervous he is. This is his chance to tell you how he feels.

And within a few months, you’ve fallen head over heels for him just like he is for you.

Of course, he makes sure to take good care of you; letting you still let you be your ‘bitch’ self and doing what popular girls do. But do remind yourself that this man can get quite jealous - which doesn’t end too well.

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[buckyalpine]

Date Night

18 + Minors dni

college bucky (brothers best friend) x college reader (Steve’s sister)  A/N: These two continue to explore, from Untouched to Tongue Twister, now its their first official date! Time for Bucky to find out what your mouth can do. Please comment, reblog and like! <3 

Warnings: SMUT, swearing, FLUFFF

Word count: 4.6k

Next part of this au: Tipsy

You sat on the couch, your legs splayed across Bucky’s lap as you typed out an essay you had been working on for over a week. You huffed in frustration with two pages left, still having to go back again to edit. Bucky smiled softly at your grumpy face as you groaned, falling back against the pillows, closing your eyes.

“It’s like it never ends! Ugh, why did I pick a major that involves so much writing?”

Bucky chuckled, closing your laptop and placing it on the floor before moving to lie on top of you, pulling your hand away from your face. Your pouty expression was his favourite, placing little kisses on your nose and all over your cheeks making you giggle.

“Because you’re brilliant at writing,” Bucky grinned as you shook your head, rolling your eyes. “You’ve been working too hard doll, you need to take a break”

“I can’t Buck, this thing is due next week and I still have so much editing to do” Truthfully, you had been overworking yourself; you were hardly able to spend any time with him since the last time, putting in all your time and effort into this assignment. You were either in the library or locked in your room, typing away or doing research. You did secretly enjoy a few moments alone, at night, moaning his name, biting onto your pillow to silence your screams, but it wasn’t the same. You needed to feel him, taste him.

“C’mon, just one break won’t hurt, pretty please?” Bucky nuzzled against you, hoping his baby blues would be able to melt you; you thought for a moment, unable to resist the adorable puppy eyes Bucky was giving you.

“Hm, okay fine. What did you want to do Buck, we could go for a walk now” You booped his nose as he grinned, sitting up a bit so he could look at you properly.

“I want to take you out on an actual date doll” Bucky said in a more serious tone. He loved all the little moments he shared with you, cuddled up on your bed or relaxing on the couch but he wanted to actually take you out, show you how much you actually meant to him.

You blushed, butterflies erupting in your tummy at the thought of going on a date with your brother’s best friend. You had always had a crush on him and while you loved the few private moments you shared together, this felt more official.

“Really?” your voice was small, shyly gazing at him, your body now buzzing with anticipation.

“Of course, why wouldn’t I baby?” Bucky stroked your hair, kissing your forehead, “All you have to do is be ready for tonight, okay?” You nodded, shimmying out of his hold to rummage through your closet and pick the perfect outfit for him. “Where you going doll?”

“To get ready!” You grinned while Bucky pouted at the loss of your warmth wrapped around him.

“But there’s time baby, come back and cuddle”

“No!” Bucky chuckled at your eagerness, his heart fluttering as he watched you bounce up the stairs to your room.

***

“Bucky, you want anything?”

“Buck?”

“What the hell is this guy-” Sam waved his face in front of Bucky’s face as Bucky stared off into the distance thinking about what he wanted to do for the evening, hardly registering Sam calling  him. “Hello?! Earth to Barnes?”

An eraser bouncing off his head broke him from his thoughts as he blinked at Sam, his mind shifting between the date night and you.

“I’m going to get coffee, you want anything?”

Bucky shook his head, going back to his planning; he wanted it to be special. He thought about all the little details he knew about you; you loved the little family diner down the street, warm waffles with ice cream, he remembered a conversation he overheard between you and Nat about wanting to dance but feeling too shy. You’d once mentioned how you thought drive in movies were romantic. He knew exactly what he wanted to do.

“What are you thinking about punk?” Steve shook his head looking at his friend who looked like a love struck idiot, cheeks flushed, heart eyes at all times, a goofy grin on his face, staring off into nothing.  

“Uh, wanted to take y/n out somewhere special, do something nice for her”

“Gross” The smile on Steve’s face showed he didn’t actually think it was gross. “She’s into sappy stuff, do with this information what you will”

Bucky nodded, getting up from his seat in the library to plan his evening with you.

“Use protection- Ow!” Tony rubbed the back of his head having earned another smack from Steve.

“I swear to god, do you ever say anything else?” Steve flicked his ear for good measure, going back to the book he was reading.

***

“Doll? You ready?”

“Coming!”

Bucky waited by the stairs, his breath hitching as he saw you descend the stairs, all dressed up for your date. He had seen you plenty of times before but this was different. It was all of it was just for him.

You wore a red sun dress, the flowing skirt ending a few inches above your knees; the sweet heart neckline accentuated your cleavage perfectly. Your hair was in soft waves and your makeup was simple; just enough to enhance your natural features. Your nails were painted a deep red, matching your toes.

“Fuck…”

Bucky’s mouth opened and closed, searching for words as you giggled, looking at the floor, feeling warm under his gaze. Your heart raced seeing him; yeah, he always looked attractive but tonight was something else. He was dressed in all black, the shirt stretching across his perfectly defined chest. His jeans clung nicely on his thighs, and you definitely felt light headed with his intoxicating scent, a perfect mix of his cologne and something distinctly him.

“Hi Buck”

“You look…you’re so beautiful my babydoll, you ready?” You nodded as he cupped your face in his hand, pecking a sweet kiss on your lips. “Oh, here, these are for you” Bucky handed you a bouquet of baby pink roses with a few stems of baby’s breath, a tiny note hanging off the stem.

               My only

                - Your Bucky x

“Uh, wasn’t sure if you’d like flowers or not, and I don’t want it to seem too old fashioned but you also deserve the best so I asked the florist and –

You cut him off, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him down to kiss him deeply. Bucky smiled into the kiss, his arms wrapping around your waist, lifting you off the ground slightly before setting you back down.

“I love them so much; no one’s ever gotten me flowers before, well other than Steve. Thank you Bucky” You grinned, inhaling the soft floral scent, making your way over to the kitchen to put them in some water. Bucky took your hand, leading you to his car, opening the door for you before coming around to the driver’s side. You felt giddy with excitement; you had bugged him for a while asking what he had planned but he refused to tell you anything.

“Where are we going Buck?”

“It’s a surprise doll” Bucky’s cheeks were flushed, his heart racing as he pulled out of the drive way.

Bucky drove around the corner of the street, parking on the side in front of your favourite diner Nonna’s. It was usually packed, especially on Friday evenings but the place looked surprisingly empty.

“Buck? Are they open, it looks empty…” You peered from inside the car, the usual Come In We’re Open sign on the door was missing but it also didn’t say they were closed. The lights were on but they had been dimmed.

“Don’t worry, they’re open” Bucky had a mischievous smile playing on his lips as he got out of the car, jogging around to open the door for you. “C’mon, doll” You took his hand, eyeing him suspiciously; he was doing an awful job trying to hide the smirk that had taken over his face.

He knocked on the door twice, as the little elderly lady who owned the diner came to unlock it, pulling him in immediately as she opened the door. She squealed seeing your hand in his, pulling you for a hug as well.

“Jamie! Y/n! Buona serata” Bucky grinned, hunching over to hug her, giving her a quick peck on the cheek.  

“Good evening Mrs. Russo. I guess you already know who my date is then?” Bucky blushed, as he moved his hand around your waist, holding you close.

“Of course I know her! Bella, I should have known it would be a special girl if you were going through all this elaborate planning”

“Hi Mrs. Russo” You gave her a hug, having known her for years; the diner was your go to place for comfort food.

“Come, your table is ready!”

As you made your way to the table, you noticed all the little details that had been added around the diner. Fairy lights were strung across the ceiling, there were a few candles lit to warm the dim atmosphere. A fresh basket of bread sticks were placed on your table along with a small spread of fresh mozzarella and tomato jam. Your favorite gnocchi was already plated along with Bucky’s usual order of lasagna. Bucky pulled your chair out before sitting across from you, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

“James…” Your voice was hardly above a whisper as you continued to marvel at how the usual busy spot was transformed to look cozy and romantic. "What did- how did…how?”

“Uh, I knew you really liked this spot but I wanted it to be just the two of us so I asked Mrs. Russo if it’d be okay if she closed a little early so we could have the place to ourselves. She’s been bugging me to find a date before she sets me up with someone herself so she didn’t hesitate to say yes”

You giggled, plucking a bread stick; it nearly melted in your mouth, warm and fresh from the oven. Your gnocchi had an extra sprinkling of fresh parmesan along with extra basil leaves on top.

“You know what I add to my order?” You grinned, humming at the way the sauce coated your tongue.

“Yes, and the extra parm I understand. Why you need nearly a whole stem of basil is beyond me y/n” Bucky teased you as you scoffed.

“Because it’s delicious” You stuck your tongue out at him. You nudged your foot playfully at him but he caught and held your foot between his legs, smirking as you gasped.  

“Bucky…” Your heart raced slightly as your focus wandered between the firm hold around your ankle and the way he was biting his lips.

“What princess?” He blinked innocently, bringing a bit of the lasagna to your lips for you to taste.  Bucky smirked at the way you moaned, his cock slightly stirring watching the way your tongue darted out to lick your lips, loving the way you looked in the candle light. Music started to play in the background; the record player that was usually off to the side had been placed near you as Mrs. Russo scurried back into the kitchen.

“Dance with me?”

“Um…” You hesitated as Bucky extended his hand; you had always wanted for someone to ask you to dance but your nerves took over and you knew you’d trip.

“Please? It’s me, your Bucky, just one dance baby”

Bucky took your hands, spinning you towards him, catching your waist in his hands. He placed one hand on the small of your back, while lacing the other hand with yours, swaying gently and holding you close. You gazed up at him, feeling his warm breath fan your face; his perfect lips curved into a perfect smile.

“You did all this for me?”

“Anything for you y/n” Bucky kissed your head softly, a mischievous glint creeping back on his face.  

“Bucky!” You squealed as he dipped you, holding you securely in his arms, twirling and lifting you with ease, loving the way you laughed each time. You were both panting by the end of the song as you sat for a moment to take a sip of water.

“Give me a minute doll” Bucky made his way over to the kitchen, slipping through the doors while you waited.

“Mrs. Russo, here’s-

“On the house” She cut him off, forcing Bucky to put his wallet away, giving him a stern look as she rolled out sheets of pasta.

“But Mrs. Russo-

“You like her yes?” Bucky nodded, his cheeks blushing when he thought of you, the way you gave him butterflies, the way he couldn’t resist you. “Then shut up and get out of my kitchen!” She started to shoo him away, pushing him towards the doors.

“But you did so much, I have to p-

“You will do no such thing! Go enjoy the rest of your evening with her, go!”

You smiled to yourself; no one had ever done something like this for you before. Bucky made you feel so special every time he was with you and the way he looked tonight fuck- you wanted to skip the night entirely the second you saw him. The stubble that covered his face, the all black on his tan skin, his pouty pink lips. The way you would get on your knees for this man and wrap your lips around his thick cock till he was a moaning mess beneath you, tasting his cum on your tongue, licking and cleaning up the mess he’d make, teasing his soft sensitive cock, making him whine- Jeez, calm the fuck down y/n.

You’d managed to work yourself up, until you heard a ruckus from the kitchen and a flustered looking Bucky shoved out of the doors as Mrs. Russo waved at the both of you, her eyes sparking with excitement.

“What happened Buck?” You quirked an eyebrow as Bucky snickered, shaking his head while holding you by the waist, leading you back to his car.

“If you’re not tired, I had something else planned too doll, how do you feel?”

Your body shook with excitement; obviously you didn’t want the night to end. You peppered Bucky’s face with kisses, nodding eagerly “Not tired, let’s go!”

Bucky drove with his hand on your thigh, his thumb tracing small circles on your soft skin. You felt goose bumps erupt on your body as his grip got firmer, stroking your inner thigh, his hand inching higher, squeezing the soft flesh. You let out an involuntary whimper, your flimsily panties were definitely as he continued his ministrations. You so badly wanted to take his hand and shove his fingers into your needy pussy, clenching your thighs together instead hoping it’d give you some relief. Your skin felt hot, hoping Bucky wouldn’t notice you squirm in the seat, your legs squeezing together; he noticed.

You broke away from your flustered state for a moment; your eyes lit up as Bucky pulled around to a large parking lot with a giant screen at the front.

“Oh my God!! Is this a drive in movie?!” You bounced in your seat as Bucky chuckled nodding, parking the car and kissing your cheek. “Excited babydoll?”

You squealed, your hands clasped together as you looked around you, everything looked exactly as you had always imagined. Couples cuddled together, some with blankets, munching on pop corn, candy, soda all under the stars. It was perfect. Bucky grabbed a few snacks for the both of you, his hand resting in yours, squeezing it occasionally. You squirmed in your seat as the movie started playing, needing to be closer to Bucky.

“You okay doll?”

You hesitated for a moment before speaking, your cheeks flushing.  “Can we sit in the back?”

“Of course, you sure baby?” You nodded, not bothering to open the car door to go around, climbing in between the seats to the back instead.

Bucky’s breath hitched in his throat as you clambered to the back; your dress rode up giving him the perfect view of your utterly soaked panties; your thighs glistened with your arousal. The tiny lace left nothing to the imagination. He was ready to pull you right back onto his face and burry his tongue deep in your needy little cun-

“I want to cuddle with you” You pouted from the back, waiting for Bucky to join you. Bucky sucked in a breath, willing himself to behave for the night as he got out of the car to join you. As soon as he slipped in, you nuzzled against him, wrapping your arm around his bicep, resting your head on his shoulder. You could feel your clit throb, desperate for some type of relief, as Bucky’s hand stroked your thigh, tracing mindless shapes with his thumb.

You snuggled into him, giving him innocent little kisses, your hands caressing each other softly, finally enjoying some alone time together. Your hand rubbed up and down the hard planes of his chest as you trailed kisses along his jaw up to the corner of his lips. Bucky turned to you, running his fingers through your hair, brining you closer, kissing you deeply, the movie now long forgotten.

You moaned feeling his tongue trace your lips, letting his tongue lace with yours, your stomach clenching, arousal further drenching your thighs. Your hand started to move lower, resting on his tense abs as you continued to make out with him. Bucky grabbed your face in both hands, his lips and tongue leaving you breathless as you whimpered letting him nip your lips.

His hand trailed down your back, squeezing your ass, desperate to pull your dress up and rip your panties off. Bucky pulled away from you, his lips swollen, panting, eyes screwed shut and he tried to clear his mind away from his aching throbbing cock. You cupped his face making him look at you, as he swallowed thickly. You suddenly felt worried, wondering if you over stepped in some way.

“James? What is it baby?”

“You just…you really have no idea what you do to me babydoll” Bucky looked at you with glassy eyes, his breaths heavy. “I know we came to watch a movie, I just-

“Show me what I do to you Bucky”

Bucky took your hand, placing it over his clothed cock, straining against his jeans, groaning when you started to rub his boner. He closed his eyes, his head pressed against the car seat as you continued to palm him, loving the sweet sounds that were already leaving his lips. You shifted closer to him, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling the zipper down, your hand rubbing over his now damp briefs. Bucky’s eyes shot open as he felt your hand slip in, wrapping around his cock.

“Baby, you don’t have to-” “Shh, let me take care of you”

You pulled his cock out, stroking his achingly hard length, while sucking the sensitive spot on his neck. Bucky moaned, his hips trying to thrust in your hand, head thrown back as you marked his neck, soothing the area with soft licks after.

“Fuck baby…”

You smirked slowly bending over to place a teasing kiss on the tip of his cock. Bucky whined at the way your lips glistened with his precum, his cock leaking further as you licked it clean. You continued to stroke him, sucking his ear lobe, loving the way it made his cock throb in your hand.

“Tell me what you want baby…” Your lips brushed against his jaw, slightly picking up the pace as you stroked him.

“Please baby, please babygirl, need you, need you so bad” Bucky’s face was flushed, his eyes screwed shut, fearing he’d cum if he watched what you were doing to him. He whimpered as he felt you let go of his cock, your hand grabbing his face to make him look at you.

“I want you to say it James. Tell me what you need me to do baby” Bucky bit his lip, removing your hand from his face, placing it back on his cock, guiding your hand to stroke him. His chest heaved, as he sat up to move his jeans down more, spreading his thighs out further.

“Suck my cock, y/n, please”

You moaned at his words, bending over to lick up the precum that soaked the uncut tip of his cock, your core clenching around nothing as he groaned at the feeling of your tongue. You lapped at the swollen head, teasing him, while stroking him at an agonizingly slow pace.

“Please y/n, more, suck it baby” Bucky’s hand made its way to your hair, gently holding it in a pony tail,  as he struggled to keep his hips from thrusting into your mouth. You swirled your tongue around the sensitive head before wrapping your lips around his length, while pumping him in your hand, hollowing your cheeks.

“Just like that baby, just like that, fuck- s’good” The grip on your hair tightened as you moved your tongue in circles. Your pussy was aching and throbbing, as Bucky moved his hand under your dress, squeezing you ass, trying to find some way to ground him as you sucked the life out of him. He tugged at your panties, moaning at how soaked they were.

“C-can I?” Was all he could muster as you nodded, continuing to pump and suck his cock. Bucky bunched your dress up, pulling your panties down just enough to smear your slick around, groaning at how your thighs were sticky, your pussy drenched and needy for him.  

“A-all this for me b-baby?”

You released his cock from your mouth with a pop, pulling off momentarily to answer. “Just for you Buckyy”

Bucky plunged two thick fingers into your clenching entrance, pumping in and out of you as you moaned loudly around his cock, the vibrations making his cock twitch. He sped up his fingers, momentarily pulling them out rub against your swollen clit, quickly building your climax, his hand completely soaked in your arousal.

You hesitated before taking a breath through your nose, taking as much of his length you could fit down your throat, the tip of his cock hitting throat causing him to cry out. Bucky let out an obscene moan at the feeling, his hand gripping your hair as he thrusted his hips further down your throat causing you to gag around him. He shoved his fingers into you hitting your gspot repeatedly, loving the way your arousal squirted against his hand each time.

“FUCK BABY, you’re going to make me cum y/n feels so good, so fucking good, just like that babydoll, God don’t stop please don’t fucking stop-,” Bucky pulled out of you to suck his fingers clean, his eyes rolling back, moaning at the taste, “I know you like that baby, can feel you soaking my fingers, you make my cock feel so fuckin’ good baby, shit-”

Bucky’s whines turned needier as you continued to deep throat him, making a mess all over his crotch; your spit and his precum soaking his entire cock and balls. You pulled off his cock momentarily to lap his balls, moaning loudly as his fingers plunged into you again, pumping faster.

“OH fuck fuck fucckk, yes baby YES” Absolutely nothing compared to your warm soft tongue playing with his balls, he felt them tense, they were so heavy and full of cum, he so badly wished he was on your bed, legs spread apart so you could suck them both in your pretty mouth. The obscene squelching noises of his fingers fucking you brought you closer and closer to the edge, your walls fluttered, clit throbbing.

“Fuck babygirl, wish I was on your bed, let your mouth lick me all the way from my balls to the tip of my cock, make a dripping mess in your mouth, bust loads and loads of my cum down your throat fuck- and you’d swallow like such a good girl”

Bucky felt warmth spread through his body, his balls tightened, his cock streaming with precum. You whined around his cock, your pussy sucking his fingers in, your orgasm ready to rip through you without warning. His fingers desperately fucked into you as he started to chase his high, unable to hold back any longer.

“You like that baby? You like the thought of sucking my cock and balls, all spread out on your bed, taking everything you need? Such a fucking dirty girl baby, you gonna let me cum in that mouth?”

You nodded, whining and moaning as best as you could with your mouth stuffed with his cock, your hands digging into his thighs as you pussy clenched and fluttered around his fingers, your arousal gushing and soaking him as your orgasm washed over you. You took his cock as deep as it would go, letting him fuck your mouth.

“Fuck, cum baby, cum, cum while you suck my cock, can’t hold it y/n, need to cum in your mouth babygirl, need it so fucking bad, FUCK, so bad OH FUCK”

Bucky’s head was thrown back as you felt his cock stiffen, thick ropes of cum hitting the back of your throat as he moaned loudly, his breaths heavy, his cum continuing to slowly dribble into your mouth. You swallowed every drop, palming at his balls as he whined, letting his cock soften in your mouth. You pulled off him, gently suckling the tip, licking him clean as he whimpered and twitched. He hissed, tucking his cock back in his jeans, wrapping his arm around you, unable to open his eyes or form a coherent sentence. You wrapped your arm around his abs, your eyes feeling heavy as you snuggled against him.

“Did you like that baby?”

Bucky kissed your head, his lips lingering on your hair, still trying to catch his breath “Fuck….you’re amazing princess, nothing, and I mean nothing is better than that dirty little mouth of yours” Bucky playfully nipped at your lips as you giggled, looking up at him.

“Tonight was perfect. More than perfect, I can’t believe you did all this for me Bucky” You felt your eyes sting slightly, his thumb wiping away the tear away before it could fall.

“You deserve it y/n, can’t wait to go everywhere with you doll” You smiled, a tiny yawn escaping as you nuzzled into Bucky’s chest, curling into a ball “My sleep baby, ready to head home?”

You nodded, reluctantly leaving his arms to sit in the passenger seat as Bucky drove you home. He parked outside of your house, giving you a kiss on your forehead as you remained seated in the car, fidgeting with your hands.

“What’s wrong bubba?”

“I don’t want you to go. Come cuddle with me?”

Bucky chuckled, knowing there was no point in asking if you were sure. You and Bucky tiptoed up the stairs to your room, shutting the door behind you. You sat on your bed stretching and yawning like a kitten, curling on top of your sheets giving Bucky grabby hands. Bucky smiled, walking over to you, pulling on your arms to make you sit up.

“Don’t you want to change into your pj’s y/n? Won’t even take 2 second baby”

“Want cuddles Bucky” You pouted, flopping back on the bed, pulling Bucky down with you.

“Can we settle on naked cuddles then?” He smiled, brushing the hair out of your face, kissing your nose as you contemplated the idea. You giggled, stripping your dress and panties off, slipping under the covers, waiting for Bucky to join you.

Bucky threw off his clothes, pulling you flush against him, his arm wrapping around your waist, kissing your shoulder. You wiggled against him to be as close as possible closing your eyes, drifting off to sleep.

“Y/n?”

“mm?”

“Good night babygirl”

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[ksyongi]

hi can i request svt reaction to the reader being shy the morning after their first time?

pairing: seventeen x g!n reader

genre: fluff, crack, humor

word count: 2.7k~

proofread/edited?: nope

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warnings: a tad bit of suggestive themes, teasing, pet names, small caps post, kisses, cursing

an: we hit 600!!! thank you all<33 i tried writing different ways of being shy in this for a change and also jihoon has been like wrecking me recently and the thought of shirtless guys with only sweatpants gets me going all😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫,, and i might redo maknae line since i was exhausted when writing them!

note: please do not copy my works, reblogs and likes are appreciated!

seungcheol: trying to open your eyes from the exhausting night before. you turn to your side and see seungcheol looking at you with the fondest eyes, "good morning darling" seungcheol smiles, tilting his head to the side. you cannot meet his gaze, pulling the comforter up to cover your chest. your body having the slightest aches. seungcheol's lips form a pout, "why don't you want to talk to me anymore, was last night that bad?" you quickly turn your head to refuse. seungcheol lets out a chuckle, "you finally look at me huh?" you give a cheeky grin, "it's just hard to believe what happened...y'know last night.." seungcheol shifts closer to you, "well i can and you know what? it's hard to believe that i could wake up to such a stunning person next to me." you lightly push his bare chest as both of you let out giggles. seungcheol wraps his arms around you, burying you in his warmth. he rests his head on yours, "get some rest, you must be exhausted." he whispers. he is met with silence as you have already drifted off back to sleep.

jeonghan: a tickle to your neck got you to stir awake. jeonghan wanted to cuddle you, placing his head in the crook of your neck. his hair tickled you with every move. you let out a groan feeling the soreness between your thighs. jeonghan lifts up his head, a "hmm?" slipping from his lips in the process. "ah good morning angel, did you have a good rest?" you bite your lip and play with your fingers muttering out a "yeah i did." "what i said last night applies now, don't you remember?" jeonghan tsks when he hears no response. he traces his finger on your jaw before gripping it and making you face him. "remember, i told you to always face me when talking to me. you did so well last night angel, why so shy now? do you need me to remind you?" you are quick to refuse before giving a guilty chuckle and put a hand to your nape and say "its okay, don't worry i remember everything." "good, now how about we get ourselves some breakfast?"

joshua: you slowly woke up, trying to find joshua's hand to hold however being met with an empty place next to you. thoughts flooded your mind like "was last night a dream? can't possibly be since i'm naked under the sheets right..." your thoughts disappeared when you saw the bathroom door open. your boyfriend was holding a towel in his hands, drying his hair. his sweatpants were clinging onto his waist, slightly exposing his v-line. joshua gives a warm smile, "good morning love, i wanted to quickly shower before you wake up, sorry about that." he walks over to you as a blush rises to your cheeks, muttering a "good morning" back to him. he places his arms on his knees as he says "are you sure you wanna go all shy now? don't want to savour the sight of me right now? oh, oops i forgot you saw everything last night~" you frowned smacking his bicep and looking at the corner of your room. "fine~ i guess you don't want me to cuddle you after all of this hm?" you wrap your arms around his neck before he could say anything else before pulling him down onto the bed. joshua could not hide the smirk on his face after that.

junhui: waking up to the sound of the familiar soundtrack of jun's game on his phone. it was softly playing in the silence of the room. you take a look at him before turning away with a blush from remembering what happened the night before. he noticed the slightest of movements from you, taking a look in your direction, being met with your bare back. "ah good morning y/n, hope you rested well." you nod, hoping he can see it from his angle. you get taken aback by the sudden movement of jun's hand sliding around your waist and pulling you towards him. you sat cautiously on his thighs as he raises his eyebrow at you. "whats wrong? cat got your tongue so early in the morning?" you refuse as he smiles at your attempts to correct yourself. "good that you're not so shy anymore. now that that's done, you made me hard so you have to solve it for me."

soonyoung : "good morning baby!" soonyoung chirps when he sees you open your eyes. "good morning soonyoung," you reply, looking at him for a mere two seconds before turning away, making the bookshelf seem like the most interesting thing in the room at the moment. "hey, look at me..." soonyoung sulks. you do not comply to his request as he slowly gets up, and starts placing kisses all over your chest and collarbones. "darling stop." you plead, still facing the window but he does not listen. his kisses start to lead up to the point where he is placing some hickies. "well maybe if you would look at me, i will stop." soonyoung says between kisses. "fine." you finally listen and look at him. you see a glint in his eye, knowing damn well you're in for something. "should i give you a punishment for not listening to me?" you place your hand around his neck, pulling him close to you before answering, "yeah maybe i'd need that right now."

wonwoo: when you open your eyes and not recognize your room, you take several moments to process what happened the night before then realizing you are currently lying on THE JEON WONWOO'S BARE CHEST the events that happened the previous night could not be denied or avoided, making you a flustered mess. you do the first thing your brain tells you to do, push the man as far away as possible. using your strength to push him harder you thought you would, a loud thud echos in the room as you shrink into the sheets. your boyfriend groans with his hand on his head, rubbing the sore spot from hitting the ground. "way to start a 'good morning' sweetheart," he moans. you quickly stand up and throw his shirt that was thrown on the ground over you quickly walking to the door, seeking the exit. wonwoo is quick to stand up and pull you back onto the bed. you gulp, keeping your eyes somewhere else rather than his naked body. "don't go all shy with me now love, i'll make you feel amazing, never again should you feel all shy with me.

jihoon: you groggily opened your eyes to see the bright light shining into your room already. pushing yourself to sit up on the bed. you look at the time, noticing the empty space next to you. "jihoon where are yo-" you eyes widen seeing him standing in the bathroom, brushing his teeth, shirtless. again you repeat, shirtless. his shoulder blades flexing with certian movements and his muscles highlighting his arms. he looks like a god. "good morning y/n" he smiles after walking out of the toilet. you cant help but train your eyes to his abdomen, his well built abs on full display. "honey, my eyes are up here." he taunts. you shake your head muttering an apology. "well you already saw everything so why be shy?" you choke from his unusual response,"it's just, seeing you all like this made me feel all fuzzy inside again." "awww have you fallen for me another time?" he teases. "fuck you." you grunt, "already did~" jihoon sing songs, throwing a wink at you on the way out.

minghao: the smell of your favourite chinese tea pulled you awake, minghao sat on the bed next to you holding a teacup. you saw your favourite tea on the small desk located at the side of your bed, some steam visible over the cup. you turn to your side, seeing minghao already staring at you. "hey," he chuckles "hi" you respond, trying to keep your best to stay as calm as possible. minghao takes a sip from his cup, "made you favourite, hope you like it." you nod your head, taking your cup with shaky hands, staring into the tea you comment, "you didn't have to you know..." "why not?" he takes a deep breath before continuing, "you must be soo tired right now, the most i could do for you is this right?" he smiles, taking your hands in his and rubbing assuring circles on it. "thank you hao, for all of this." "no problem, i would love to do this for you any time alright?" you finally let a smile break free on your face, sharing that precious moment with minghao.

mingyu: "wakie wakie princess" mingyu exclaims. you immediately snap awake smelling the scent of pancakes in the room. "that was faster than expected.." he murmurs. your eyes stay glued onto the pancakes as he pours the honey over, your mouth watering at the sight. you quickly cut a piece and eat the pancake instantly. "hey..don't forget about me now.." you quickly look up to him "sorrwys" you bashfully respond, mouth full of pancakes unable to speak properly. you take a look at him and see him dressed in an apron and shorts. suddenly, you cannot face him anymore. its too embarrassing to look at him after what you guys did. 'no way we did that.' you think to yourself. mingyu plops himself on the bed, trying to get a further reaction from you but you don't budge. you solely eat the pancakes savouring it without letting your thoughts run any further. suddenly mingyu swipes the plate out of your hands and places it on the desktop. he stares you straight in the eye before walking towards you. "i don't like you this way...maybe for a change i could have breakfast in bed hm?" you swallow the last piece of the pancake before shuffling backwards. you were trapped. mingyu did not show any signs of stopping either. well, such an interesting breakfast it was wasn't it?

seokmin: "ahh good morning sunshine!" seokmin smiles, opening his arms to offer you a hug. "how was your rest?" he asks. "well it was great, how about you? i'm sorry if it wasn't that good..." "nooo nooo why are you apologizing? you're not at fault here." "i mean, i kinda am...i'm just kinda insecure now after everything," seokmin takes your face in his hands, "never blame yourself for this okay? you have absolutely nothing that you did wrong." he places a soft kiss on your cheeks before giving one of his smiles. you give a slow nod before returning the smile, and engulfing him in a long hug.

seungkwan: waking up with a sore feeling between your legs was unfamiliar, you turn to the side and see seungkwan sleeping peacefully, his skin glowing in the sunlight. you place a long kiss at his pretty collarbones before giving him a hug. little did you know that he was already awake. "didn't know somebody would like my collarbones this much," seungkwan says, eyes still shut as you get startled. you quickly retract and cuddle your pillow on your other side. seungkwan puts his arms around your waist and whispers into your ear, "i saw what you did, no need to hide," "no you didn't, stop dreaming and go back to bed kwan." you turn towards him after having a few moments of silence and see him looking at you with that stupid smirk of his, plastered on his face. seungkwan grabs both of your hands and puts them around his neck, "what a great way to start my morning right baby?" "shut up kwan." he places a sweet kiss on your cheek, then hugging you, repaying you for the teasing.

vernon: a knock on your door pulls you away from your phone. you had just woken up and was checking the notifications on your phone. "hey, i brought some snacks if you like," vernon asks. "oh wow non, thank you." you smile, shifting your attention back to your phone. "you alright? you seem quieter than usual today." vernon walks over to the bed and sits down. "yeah...don't worry i'm fine." you answer. vernon knows something is up, so talking to you would be the best option of finding out what. "we can share some biscuits maybe?" "sure! i don't mind," after having small chats with him over sharing the treats, he discovered why you were acting that way. he was sure to make you know you were his and that he loved you no matter what.

chan: you woke up to the feeling of strong arms around you. chan was hugging you with your head resting on his chest. you did not expect to wake up in such a position so you tried to escape. "i'm trying to sleepp can you stop moving please?" chan asks. "let me go." you tell chan, starting to feel hot from the blush. "no way i am. we're cuddling for the whole day, you have no escape." you sigh, chan really did not give you the chance to escape so not really giving you the chance to be shy as well. maybe being clingy was good after all.

[ihavethedreamies]

Snow in Sweden | Renjun

Huang Renjun - NCT Dream

Word Count: 9.3k

Pairing: Renjun x AFAB!Reader

Genre: Reader-Insert, Fluff, Cuddling, Eventual Kisses, Pining, Flirting

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, the Reader punches someone, Jaemin

Uh, this is pretty long lol. It was exactly 9,300 words when i checked but I might have edited it and changed it. I am more proud of that then the rest of the story.

I am referencing this sweatshirt for a Jaemin.

I used this site for making the group chat messages. I made it my own because it was hard to find something fake chat maker with a group function and I have never used Telegram, so I edited it some, so that's why its formatted the way it is.

Edit: I did change the title, it was just Winter Romance.

I am cross-posting this on Archive under the same name. Please reblog! If you know anyone that would like this or future fics but they aren't on Tumblr my name and icon are exactly the same on the other two sites. Happy reading!

Part of you wasn't quite sure why you agreed to this, but the guys wanted to so bad. Sweden in the middle of winter would be…a lot. They said winter was the best time to go however, because they wanted to go to stay at the Ice Hotel. You didn't mind the cold, but Scandinavia in the winter? The only country that did better with winter than Russia? Let alone staying in the ice hotel, which the rooms are literally made out of ice. However, when they told you it would only be for one night, the rest would be in a normal hotel room, you caved. Plus, you would get to meet sled dogs and ride in a sled. Before your group even left, everyone paired up to decide on a trip partner. You drew out on a piece of paper a bunch of lines, and everyone traced a different path to get a partner. The teams were Mark and Chenle, Jeno and Jisung, Jaemin and Haechan, and you got teamed up with Renjun. Honestly, you sighed a breath of relief, thinking of all the nonsense that could have happened otherwise. You weren't sure to feel worse for Jaemin or Haechan, in that situation. Since everyone had to share a bed, Renjun definitely felt like the best option. Plus, he was sweet and quiet with you and would be good company for the events. You had to stamp down the heart-fluttering it caused though. Your small crush on him that you had since you met him had only gotten much worse the longer you had been friends with all of them. He was also the only one you couldn't find a fault with. Chenle was loud. Donghyuck was touchy. Jaemin was flirty. Jisung would be way too embarrassed and not be able to sleep. Mark star-fished across the bed and you didn't care for that. Jeno would have been okay, if it wasn't for the fact that you two almost slept together a few months ago after a great deal of drinking had been had. All of them but Jisung and Chenle had stayed the night at your apartment and Jeno got to share your bed with you. Never again, he was dangerous. Not that he would try anything, but anyone with eyes could see how attractive he was.

After all the pairs were decided, with much ruckus after, you logged on and got everyone signed up for everything. Everyone agreed to save up their money and pool it together to afford everything. It also helped that your uncle was helping you get cheap airline tickets to get there and got you a discount at the hotel. Plus, Chenle was freaking rich.

"You sure you're okay being my partner?" Renjun whispered to you as you plugged in the debit card information. Everyone had given their money to Chenle, and he handed over his black card.

"Of course." you reassured, looking over the information before you hit submit. After checking everything was good, you hit submit and the confirmation popped up and your phone dinged with the email receipt. Another ding went off and you glanced at it to see a second email. You opened it and Renjun looked over your shoulder at it.

"Congratulations. Your booking has won a random raffle drawing and one of your rooms has been upgraded to a deluxe suite. The room under the name "Huang" has been selected…" You read out loud and the two of you just stared at it for a second.

"That's our room?" He clarified and you nodded. That sounded so nice! You pulled up the website of the resort and looked at the specifics of it. It was bigger and had more amenities. The biggest difference though was instead of two beds pretty much just shoved together; this was just one bed. It would also be smaller than the two small ones next to each other, meaning you would be much closer together. He must have come to the same realization and you two just kind of sat there, not sure what to say.

"Did you do it?" Hyuck burst in and you two jumped, scooting away from each other.

"Y-yeah. It seems we won some kind of raffle and our room got upgraded." You motioned between the two of you.

"Man! Lucky!" The other boy pouted and Renjun gave you a sheepish look.

"Let's go eat and figure out all the other plans."

About a month later, on the first day of winter break, everyone gathered together in front of your apartment building with all of their luggage. You were the only one that could drive, but your car could barely fit four people, let alone eight. None of you were old enough to rent a car either, so for a little more money than you wanted to pay, the airport was going to send a van to pick you guys up. Glancing at your phone, it was about five minutes before the transport was supposed to get there. It was only kind of cold right then, no snow and just a slight breeze. You soaked in the cool weather knowing it would get much, much colder. It had been decided that everyone literally had to do everything with their specific partner. That meant sitting with each other to the airport, on both planes, at all meals, sharing the hotel rooms, and every activity. They decided this since no one was paired up with their normal partner. You were normally actually with Renjun, so you two were not so fazed, but Jeno was normally with Jaemin, Donghyuck with Mark, and Jisung with Chenle. This trip was going to be interesting. When the van finally pulled up, the nice gentleman driving got out and helped everyone get their luggage inside. Climbing inside the shuttle, you sat in the back row near the window and as per the rules, Renjun sat right next to you. It was about a forty-five minute drive to the airport, and the traffic was heavy with all of the college students leaving for break. The man driving said it might be about an hour and you were glad you guys decided to leave almost four hours early. Your dad had ingrained in you to get to the airport early just in case anything came up to delay progress. You felt like one of the people in the insurance commercials that are turning into their parents.

"So, where are all of you headed?" The man-made conversation as traffic trudged along.

"Sweden." Mark answered, sitting closest to the front with Chenle.

"Wow! In the winter?" The guy chuckled and you rolled your eyes.

"I know! But they want to stay at the Ice Hotel." You shouted some for the driver to hear you.

"A hotel made out of ice? You better be a gentleman and keep your girlfriend nice and warm." He turned in his seat to give Renjun a look. Everyone froze and looked at you two and you gaped.

"Oh, uh, no, we're not-"

"I will sir." He spoke over you and the rest of the guys looked at each other in shock. You looked at Renjun, but he would not meet your eye.

"Good boy." The rest of the trip to the airport was not exactly quiet, but Renjun and you just sat there, listening to the crazy. You two didn't say a thing till you finally arrived at the airport and you all got your luggage out.

"Good luck, everyone!" The shuttle driver waved, and you all entered the airport. You had somehow managed to become the group leader because you had flown the most out of everyone and they started to call you mom as you managed everything. You checked your bags and were grateful you had weighed them ahead of time because they all just were under the limit. Beforehand you made sure everyone had their passports in their pockets for easy access. Showing them off to the ticket agent, Hyuck complained his picture was bad. No one had a good passport or license photo. Everyone got their physical tickets handed to them, and like the plan, everyone had booked seats next to each other. Jisung and Jeno were in Row C, Row D for Mark and Chenle, Row E for you and Renjun, and Row F for Hyuck and Jaemin. Getting through security was a racket because you all had to take off your friend group necklaces and rings, plus you each had a laptop, and a tablet, your phones, and three of you brought their switches. None of you thought about the shoes you were in; it was easier to wear snow boots than pack them but to get them off and back on again was a task. Once everyone was through, with them almost giving Jaemin a pat down because of a stupid joke he made, you finally all made your way to the gate.

"You really shouldn't make a joke about what's in your pants at an airport." You scolded him and he shrugged. You finally got a good look at his sweatshirt which read 'Orgasm Donor'. Simply sighing, you turned and led the way to your gate. You had to have a layover in New York and then continue on to Sweden. This fact started an argument with Donghyuck because he didn't understand the concept that not every airport was international. You all still had over an hour before boarding, so you stopped to get cinnamon rolls which is honestly a must at the airport.

"Can I have two?" You ordered and the boys gave you a look.

"One for later." You shrugged and received your snack. Everyone sat around the waiting area near the gate to eat. The whole airport was packed so some of you had to sit on the floor. Renjun sat in front of you and because there was so little room he basically had to sit between your legs. Hearing some giggling, you looked over to a short distance away where there was a group of girls about your age maybe a little younger. They were looking at your group and chattering. Honestly, you didn't blame them, not when all of them looked like they did.

"Are those girls talking about us?" Your partner whispered up to you and you nodded.

"Hm. I don't blame them." You huffed a laugh, and he tilted his head back to look at you upside down.

"Why?"

"Look in a mirror, dear." You thumped his forehead with your finger, and you didn't catch the red that flushed his cheeks and ears. You were surprised that the fact they were trying to fit their entire cinnamon rolls in their mouth at once didn't deter the girls.

"You're gonna ruin your amazing new sweatshirt." You pointed out to Jaemin and he managed to catch the glob of frosting before it made his sweatshirt look like he practiced what he preached.

"Um, do you guys live in New York?" An overly sweet voice called out and they all looked to see the girls had approached. You recognized them actually; they were freshmen at the college most likely.

"No, we're just going there before-" You got cut off.

"You want to go get something to eat when we land?" The one that seemed like the leader asked.

"We're only staying about an hour till we get on our next flight." You got in and she sent you a sneer. There were six girls, and you had an idea that they were trying to set up some group date.

"So, you two can stay here, and we can go with the boys." She scoffed and you felt Renjun stiffen. Did they think he was a girl? His hair was longer with blonde underneath the black, and he's quite pretty. When he showed up last week with his hair like that again you were secretly extremely happy, he's always looked so good with it.

"I'm pretty there's no time for that, also-" You started.

"We all would much rather stay with (Y/N) than any of you." Renjun cut it, making his voice a bit deeper than it normally was. They all did a double take when he spoke, and the other boys sat straight. Renjun used his 'you better listen to me, or I'll beat your ass' voice.

"We must stay with our princess and serve her." Hyuck sat up on one knee and bowed in front of you. You felt your eyebrow twitch. He was such a little shit.

"전하 (Your highness)!" They all cheered in Korean, bowing low to you and you couldn't hold in your laugh.

"You stupid idiots, stop." You waved them off, still chuckling and the girls hmphed and turned to go back to their seats.

"Maybe I should cut my hair…" Renjun whispered, running his fingers through his hair at the back of his head.

"No! It looks so good on you! That was so on them." You pointed out, smacking his hand away and petting the soft strands down. Once again, his face and ears reddened, and you saw it this time. After one last pat, you sat back and felt your own face get warm.

"You know, we could order one of these for all of us and having matching sweatshirts too?" Jaemin gave his stupid little smile.

"How about we don't." Jeno flicked him on the forehead. Jaemin dramatically yelped and squirmed excessively. Everyone just dicked around the rest of the time till the flight boarded. As they called certain rows, since you all were right after another you got to board at the same time. You had a fairly small carry on so you just kept it at your feet so you wouldn't have to put it up in the overhead.

"If you want to put your bag up, we can watch something on my laptop." You suggested as Renjun waited for Mark to put his backpack up.

"Okay." He took his shoulder bag off, and Mark took it from him to lay it up near his. You took the window seat, though you had no plans on looking out of it, your fear of heights too prominent. The flight to the east coast was about three and a half hours, but the flight to Sweden would be another eight hours, THEN from Stockholm to the airport closest to the Ice Hotel is about two hours, plus there would be a thirty-minute drive to the hotel. It was going to be a LONG trip. It was currently ten in the morning; you would get to New York at 3:30 pm eastern time. The arrival time for Sweden would be 6:30 in the morning, the next airport would be 9:00, to get to the hotel to check in by 11:00. That would be almost sixteen hours, and luckily being next to Renjun would allow you to actually sleep. At the same time, you had a Jaemin behind you, so you hoped that he didn't bother you the whole time.

"If I sat next to you, I could make my sweatshirt honest." He whispered between the seats as you got settled; before you could scold him, Renjun was kneeling on the seat and reaching over to smack him. You held back a guffaw at this and you knew you would be defended this day yet.

"I'm going to burn that the minute he takes it off." The shorter man whispered angrily, and you nodded in agreement. You had downloaded several things onto your laptop to pass the very long time, and luckily the plane had a normal outlet for you to plug it in. You dug through your bag, which held way more than it appeared, you found your wired earbuds and the splitter that went with them.

"You have your own?" You asked and he got his out so you could watch some movies.

"Wait, you downloaded Captain America?" Hyuck was peering between the seats.

"Yes."

"Lucky." He sat back with a pout, and you shut your laptop when the flight attendant announced to do so, and you made sure you were buckled in. As the flight attendant gave the emergency instructions, you all struggled to stay serious as Jaemin mimicked the woman quietly. As the plane began to taxi to the runway, Renjun nudged you and pointed out that the girls from before were sitting in the middle seats, some of them in the same row as Jeno and Jisung. Jeno was in the aisle, and of course it was him, no one could resist a Jeno…or really a Jaemin, but he was locked in where he was. Thank the Lord, especially since he was wearing what he was. While Jeno was incredibly attractive and nice, he could be shy, especially with girls. Jisung would be of no help, and really neither was Mark. You were pretty sure Chenle was already asleep. The plane lurched as it started to go faster, and you pressed your back into the seat as it began to ascend. You waited patiently for them to announce devices could be used again, so you reopened your laptop and put your phone on airplane mode. You all had your blue tooth turned on and were able to connect on a little server together. The group chat blew up immediately. 

You forwarded him a picture that you two took that fateful night. You didn’t see Jeno's reaction to the picture getting sent, he had no idea a photo existed. You did, however, see Renjun's reaction.

"When did you take that?" He whispered and you shrugged.

"That night you all stayed over after drinking. It'll tell em' off." You couldn't meet his gaze.

You stood up a bit to look over your seat and saw him shake his head, wave his hand, and show them the picture. The girl that was closest to him scoffed and shot her head back to look at you and you sat right back down.

"It worked." You chuckled and Renjun frowned.

"Come here." He said all of a sudden and he held his phone out, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pressing your head down to rest on his shoulder. He snapped the selfie, resting his cheek on your head and then let you go. You sank in the seat, adjusting your hood to pool on the side of your face to cover your red cheeks. Your phone dinged but you ignored it. It’s when it kept going off did you finally look. 

You put your phone away and shut the volume off even.

"You still want to watch a movie?" You asked the boy next to you as he angrily typed.

"Huh?" He looked at you and you shook your head in amusement.

"You wanna watch a movie still?"

"Oh! Yeah." He too put his phone away and you got Captain America pulled up. When his phone would not shut up, he moved to turn the volume down but saw this message instead.

Very quickly that message was straight out deleted since Renjun was the mediator of the chat. He shut his phone off and then you two watched your movie. The plane was declared ready to land right as the movie finished, so you packed everything up. Once the plane touched down you were willing to slide the window shade up and open. You saw that it had either snowed recently or just stopped. You weren't going to be leaving the airport though since your next flight was not in too long, but you could look out the window. They didn't have a set way for people to get off, so the group of you waited for almost everyone else, including the gaggle of girls, to get off before you did. Mark got everyone's bags down and passed them around and then everyone got off with their partners. Once everyone was huddled together in the airport, they gathered around you so you could figure out how to get to the next gate. You looked at the map on the website and realized it wasn't that far off. As you passed the bathrooms, you all decided it would be a good idea to go; so, they mobbed the place, Chenle's voice echoing off the tile. You shook your head and entered the restroom. There was one stall open, and you were able to get in quick and be done quick. Washing your hands, you heard a group start to come in and they came around the corner and it was the girls from before. You hoped Jeno was joking that they might want to fight. Trying to avoid eye contact, you brushed down some fly away hairs with the water still on your hands and you tried. Didn't work.

"Are you really his girlfriend?" You heard the dreaded snide quip.

"Huh?" You turned to her, pretending you had never seen her in your entire life.

"The really hot guy with the white-blonde hair, he's really your boyfriend?"

"What is that supposed to mean?" You felt yourself get defensive. That was a little rude. A lotta rude, actually. She looked you up and down and scoffed. She was probably a good three or four inches taller than you and had heeled boots on to…well, boot. You were in a baggy sweatshirt that hid your figure quite well, it was actually Hyuck's. You realized to an outsider your friend group would be quite odd. You were the only girl and honestly the way you acted with them; anyone could figure any of them your boyfriend. If they saw what you saw though, they would really not know what was going on, especially Jaemin and Jeno. You felt your phone go off, the boys probably wondering what was taking so long.

"What about that guy that was ten times prettier than you? Isn't he your boyfriend?" Another one smirked and you were now getting mad.

"Well of course she would rather have the hot one, bet she can't even feel that kid-" That was it. You socked her in the nose. She screamed out, blood spurting out and you spun around and stormed out.

"(Y/N)?" Mark called and they all turned to look at you. They saw the anger on your face, and the blood on your hand.

"What happened?" They ran over, and Renjun shoved Jaemin out of the way to look at your hand.

"Punched that bitch." You shrugged and they all kind of formed a circle around you when the other girls came out of the bathroom. The one you punched was holding paper towels to her nose and looked like she was going to say something, but when an extremely pissed group of seven guys turned to look at her, she shut her mouth and they quickly left toward the baggage claim. Hopefully she didn't report you and get you kicked out of the airport. Maybe since you weren't on the plane when it happened it would be okay.

"Why?" Jisung finally asked and you shook your head.

"She said something bad about Renjun…" You muttered as he fussed over you, cleaning the blood off your knuckles. The rest of them nodded and exchanged some looks and they said they were going to head to the gate.

"Come with me." Renjun kept holding your hand and led you to the single-family bathroom and brought you in. Leading you to the sink he helped you wash your hand, there was a small bruise forming and once he was done, he even dried your hands for you with a paper towel, then placed a small kiss on your knuckle.

"What did she say?" He asked. He was standing so close that if you looked up, your noses would touch.

"She said she didn't believe I was Jeno's girlfriend. Then one said they thought you were, and that you were prettier than me. Then they suggested that of course I would want Jeno, that you…" You didn't want to finish.

"I what?"

"That…they implied that you wouldn't…be, you know, good in bed." You mumbled the last part out.

"So, you punched her?"

"Yeah." When he wouldn't say anything after that, you weren't quite sure what to do next, but he was still holding your hands. He stepped closer and pulled you into a hug, you happily returned it.

"Thanks."

You two left and met up with the others at the next gate and sat down in relief. You could tell they all wanted to ask but were too afraid of the both of you to actually do it. Everyone just joked around for the next forty-five minutes waiting to board the next flight off to Sweden.

"Flight 127 to Stockholm is now boarding." They called over the intercom and you all moved to get in the line.

"Can those sitting in Row AB, seats three and four please come to the checkout desk?" One of the flight staff taking tickets announced and you nudged Renjun for him to go with you. You both stepped up and the lady looked vaguely apologetic.

"I'm sorry, but it seems your seats were double booked. We can keep you on this flight, but our only seats are in first class, I figured you wouldn't mind the upgrade." The woman smiled, her accent was thick and pretty.

"O-oh!" You handed her your two tickets, and she handed you the new ones that just printed off your names and that allowed you to cut to the front. The others looked at you and you shook your phone and sent what happened in the group chat. 

You heard them groan and you followed Renjun down the walkway to get on the plane. The flight attendant helped you get where your new seats were, which were up a narrow stairway. Looking around in awe, you were both giddy at the luxury of the situation. You were led to a little pod with two seats, and it was NICE.

"This is so cool!" You grinned at him as you sat down, and he agreed. In front of you were screens to watch whatever movie you wanted (just had to pay for it) and the seats were so comfortable. The arm rest in between you two had a series of buttons on it and before you could look and see what they all could do, he pulled it up and out of the way, so it wasn't between you two. There were the same buttons underneath!

"Woah!" You were so preoccupied with the ~technology~ that you didn't realize what he was doing. You got buckled in and there was so much room at your feet both of your bags fit comfortably. You didn't know if it was the seats, or the plane, but you barely felt when the plane began to roll down the runway and take off. You were given all the same information from before, just now in a pretty Swedish accent.

"I think because we're in first class, we'll get fancy food!" You cheered. Since it was such a long flight, there was a meal included already. He smiled and watched as you cooed at all the upgrades. When the little light blinged off that the seat belts could be removed, you gladly complied and leaned forward to dig through the pocket in front of you.

"(Y/N)?" Renjun called and you hummed, waiting for his reply, still looking at stuff. He took a while to say anything, so you sat back to look at him and he fiddled with his sleeve.

"Renjun?"

"Never mind…" He shook his head but gave you a smile in reassurance. You continued the flight in luxury. You watched movies together and the meal was so much better than you are sure they were served in the rest of the plane. About three hours in, you were getting kind of sleepy, and you knew you were going to still deal with some jet lag. You wished you could have been more ready to train for the time change, but with classes and stuff, it was too difficult.

"Renjun, imma take a nap." You yawned and he smiled.

"You going to rest your seat back?" He looked at the panel to find the right button.

"Yeh." Once he found it, you pressed it till you were comfortable and slipped the provided eye mask over to block out the light. He smiled as he watched you fall asleep quite quickly. He found it super cute that you slept with one of your arms raised, your hand up by your head.

He smiled, putting his phone down and while he would definitely not be sending it to anyone, especially Jaemin, he secretly wanted a picture. He paused before he hit the button though, it felt a little creepy.

"Renjun?" Your voice made him jump and put his phone away.

"Yeah?"

"Is there a blanket or something, I'm kinda cold." You slipped the eye mask up and he looked in the compartment beneath the seat and even asked the flight attendant. She apologized profusely, but the machine that usually washed the blankets was not working and so there were no extras. He had an idea. The boy rested his own seat back, and since it was similar to a couch, it laid his seat right down next to yours and the arm rest was already folded up so it wasn't in the way.

"Come here." He opened his arms out for you, having fully reclined and putting the footrest out.

"Y-you sure?" You were squealing inside. Sleeping in the arms of your crush? Hell yeah. The fact that he always smelled amazing? Even better.

"Of course. We're going to share a bed at the hotel anyway."

"Well, yeah, but this is…public."

"You…don't have to." He looked so dejected that you were quick to consent.

"No! I…thanks." You shot a shy smile, and he rested his arm back down; you let him pull you in close. It was very nice and warm, and he really did smell so good. You could tell resting on his chest that he had way more muscle there than you were expecting. Trying to tell your heart to calm down, you moved your head more into the crook of his neck and quickly found yourself falling back asleep. He drifted off as well and the flight attendant passed by and cooed at how cute you two were. She even called over one of her coworkers to see.

Nearly two hours later you finally woke up, having a bit over two more hours to go. You were so enjoying laying on a Renjun though. So much so that you wanted to just lay there forever. However, your body had other ideas.

"Renjun?" You lightly shook him to wake him up and he groaned in protest, pulling you closer to him.

"Ren- I need to go to the bathroom." You shook him again and he opened his eyes this time.

"Oh, sorry." He let you go, begrudgingly and you stretched before getting up and going to relieve yourself. When you came back, he had fallen back asleep, and you giggled. He was so stinking cute. After you sat back down, he allowed himself to fully wake up and you both sat your seats back up. Instead of starting another movie - not enough time - you both talked about what you were most looking forward to. You were not only going to meet the sled dogs but go on a ride with them. And with reindeer too! You were also really looking forward to the northern lights and you were kind of dreading the ice room stay, but Renjun promised you would like it. He picked out the room, making it a surprise. They were different every year and he promised you would love the theme. When the announcement came that they would be landing, you once again opened the window to see outside after the plane touched down. There was also snow here, but so much more than in New York. It was dark out, but you could still see how pretty the scenery looked. Gathering your stuff, you were able to disembark first since you were in first class. You had to wait for a bit for the rest of the guys to get off and they looked ragged.

"I hate you two." Chenle pointed at you, rubbing his neck.

"Was it really that bad?" You asked, feeling a little guilty.

"No, he just slept weird and hurt his neck." Mark shook his head and Jaemin sidled up to Renjun with a stupid grin on his face.

"So."

"Fuck off." The shorter man scowled and Jaemin let out a 'wow'.

"What did they feed you guys?"

"Some kind of roast and potatoes."

"Oh."

"What did you get?"

"Steak…" You wouldn’t meet their eyes, the jealousy clear. Since you had just arrived in another country, you still had to go through customs and that seemed to take forever since you were all very tired. When you finally were done you looked at the time on your phone; you realized you would have to book it to get to the next gate since it was all the way across the airport. By the time you guys got there, there was only fifteen minutes before you had to board. You would be on a much smaller plane since it was basically just a shuttle flight to get to the smaller airport. The smaller plane was loud, especially since your seats were right near the wing, but it was fairly empty and so you guys got to be loud when talking with each other. The flight was short, and you all made sure to put your jackets on since you would be getting off the plane outside.

"Woah!" You yelped as the cold air hit you. It was luckily not in the negatives, but it was way colder than back home! Everyone bundled together close to try and block the wind some, and you automatically wrapped your arms around Renjun's. Everyone laughed as you ran toward the much smaller airport where you went to receive your luggage. Being much farther north now, you could see the sun on the horizon, and you could hear a couple that had been on the plane with you talk about how the sun kind of stayed in the same spot nearly all day since it’s so far north in the winter. Once you all finally had your suitcases, you asked someone at a help desk where to go to wait for the shuttle; he told you and you didn't have to wait long once you got there. No one else was taking that particular shuttle and so you all had the van to yourselves. Probably for the best considering there were eight of you and were loud as hell. Finally, after so much travelling, you got to the hotel! You still had to walk quite a while to get to the entrance and you all let out a sigh of relief once you did.

"It's so pretty!" You turned around looking at everything all around and without waiting too long, Jeno had gone over to a pile of snow, balled it up, and yeeted it right at Jaemin.

"You!" The one that got hit returned the blow and an all-out battle began. You really did not want to deal with it, and neither did your partner, so you both went into the hotel to check in. The first night was the night where you would spend the night in an ice art room, but they got you checked in for your normal rooms first. When they would only give the keys to the people assigned to each room, Renjun went and got the rest of the guys. They came in, covered in snow, but with giant grins on their faces.

"My children." You pointed to the group and the concierge laughed to herself and everyone else got their respective keys. Everyone was on the first floor except for Renjun, and you since you had been upgraded. As you were chided by your friends, you guys went to the elevator and went on up to your room. The door dinged open, and you entered, the nice clean scent hitting you. Guess all hotels, not just American ones, smelled the same.

"The bed is nice!" He cheered, jumping on it, but was careful not to let his boots touch it. You jumped on next to him and you both laughed. Being on your stomachs, he was able to move and drape his arm over your shoulders and he bonked his head to yours like a cat.

"What time is when we meet the sled dogs?" Renjun asked and you pulled out your phone to check the time.

"After lunch, which will be in like half an hour." you told him and he nodded. He rested his head down on his other arm and you lay your head down as well, looking at his pretty face.

"I know I didn’t hear it but thank you for punching that girl for what she said." He said softly and you avoided eye contact.

"I haven't had the privilege of knowing the truth but-" You halted, realizing you just high-key, hardcore flirted with him. Not a simple flirt either, it was straight up a move. He gaped at you, and you retreated quickly.

"I'm gonna freshen up and then we can meet everyone else for lunch." You ran to the bathroom and shut the door, staring at your extremely red face in the mirror. You also stared at the sweatshirt you were in, and it felt weird to be wearing it. For some reason, it bugged you that it was Donghyuck's all of a sudden. You shucked it off, leaving you in your undershirt and you used the bathroom, washed your hands, and fixed your hair. You came out and threw the sweatshirt on the counter in front of the bathroom door and turned the corner to find him opening his suitcase.

"C-can I wear one of your sweatshirts?" You asked quietly and he spun around so quick.

"Oh, yes." He dug through his belongings and pulled out one that was a nice soft yellow. He tossed it to you and when he turned back around you buried your nose into it. Smelled sooooo good. You put it on and while it wasn't as oversized as Hyuck's, it still was nice and big. As he packed a small backpack with minor things, you did the same and you both headed to meet the others for lunch. You quickly grabbed the discarded sweatshirt and when you found everyone already at a table, you gave the wad of fabric back to the owner.

"I said you could use it the whole-" He stopped, noticing you were in another sweatshirt. It was also clear whose it was.

"Hmm. I see." He pouted a bit and took the hoodie from you, rolling it up and shoving it in his own bag. When you guys ordered, the waitress had to use four pages to take everything down since there was a crap ton of you and the guys ate a whole lot. The food finally came out and you were sure the workers and the other diners were flabbergasted by the amount of food you all packed away in such a short amount of time. After you guys ate you headed out to where you were going to meet the dogs then go on a sled ride. Everyone was so excited to see the dogs and everyone was not only prepared for jokes about Jeno looking like the dogs, but everyone also had a list there were prepared to use.

"You know if one of the pups gets hurt, we can just strap in our own." You patted Jeno as you said it and he groaned, and everyone laughed. You had begun the long, long few hours Jeno was about to go through. When they let you meet the dogs, you all squealed in excitement and the workers laughed at the excitement you all had. You might have been in your twenties, but dogs bring out everyone's inner five-year-old. There were eight dogs for each sled and while it cost more money to get four sleds all to your own group, it was worth it. Everyone with their partner shared a sled and once the tour guides were able to haul the dogs and you guys away from each other they went over the procedure. After hearing all the rules and agreeing to the terms and conditions (the only time you really knew what you were actually agreeing to), you were coached into getting in the sled and they strapped and buckled everyone in for the ride. You were so excited that you didn’t even process laying back into Renjun and that he warmly wrapped his arms around your middle under your own. Going off of height, the other six determined who sat in front and back. Mark was in front of Chenle, Jisung was behind Jeno and Jaemin was behind Donghyuck.

"I want one!" You shouted as the dogs got all strapped in. They were huskies mind you, and you know what they do? Scream. You really didn’t need more screaming in your life.

"We have one!" Chenle shouted forward making everyone laugh but Jeno. The tour guides drove the sleds from where they stood at the back and on their signal, they took off. You squealed in delight, holding on to Renjun's arms around you, linking your gloved fingers with his. The ride was a few hours and when it was finally done, you felt sore and numb all at the same time. After your excitement adrenaline calmed down, you fully rested on Renjun, resting your head on his shoulder. He squeezed you a bit and relaxed himself. It was nice and warm being snuggled like that and you did not want it to end. Your tailbone did, but not you. Getting off the sleds everyone groaned and stretched and reluctantly said goodbye to the doggos.

"I am so freaking tired." Chenle whined and everyone kind of hobbled their way back to the hotel. Sitting on a sled for nearly three hours and not really able to move really makes everything stiff. There was still a lot of time before you could check into the ice art rooms for the night, but everyone really needed a nap.

"If you even so much as touch me, I will destroy you." Jaemin wagged his finger at Donghyuck who rolled his eyes, "Like I wanna touch you anyway." You were pretty sure Mark was actually going to fall asleep walking. Jisung trailed in the back with Jeno, the latter was the only one who looked like he had some energy.

"Sled dogs don't get tired from sled-dogging." Jaemin pointed out and Jeno stuck his tongue out at him.

"How are you doing?" Renjun bumped your arm with his.

"Good." You smiled, already thinking fondly of your sled ride together. Everyone got to the hotel and the rest of the guys went to their rooms and Renjun and you went up the elevator to your own lodging. Getting in, you shucked off your gear and he let you change in the bathroom before he went in himself. You were in fluffy pajama pants and still his sweatshirt. You didn't think you would ever willingly take it off. He came out in his own pajama pants and instead of the baggy t-shirt he often wore, he was in a tank top that was way tighter than you thought it would be on him. Feeling a blush rise to your cheeks you shuffled over to the bed while he shut the curtains. It wasn't super bright out, but it was enough. The comforter was super plush and warm, and you sighed, burying into the pillows. The bed dipped as he climbed in with you and once, he was settled, you turned to lay towards him, and he smiled.

"C-can I…?" You shifted a bit closer, and his smile widened. Opening his arms, you shuffled into them and rested your head on his shoulder, and he enveloped you. Despite the fact that he was the smallest guy in the friend group, he was still quite a bit taller than you and he still smelled so good. It didn’t take long for either of you to drift off.

You grunted in annoyance as your phone alarm went off. That meant it was time for supper before you would check in to your ice rooms and sleep for the night. You tried to roll over to retrieve your phone, but you were held firmly in your place. He was stronger than you thought he would be.

"Ren, its supper time." You shook him a bit and he grunted.

"No. Let’s just stay like this." He muttered, his voice rough from sleep and oh, it did things.

"R-Renjun, we gotta eat so we can go to the ice rooms." You whispered, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. That got his attention. He had picked the room out for you specifically and he was quite excited to see your reaction.

"Okay, okay." He let you both sit up and you stretched in unison, getting up to go eat, still in your pajamas. You both fixed your hair in the mirror and headed out together to the restaurant of the hotel. It was quite funny once you were all together. Everyone else in the restaurant were dressed like adults; all of you were in your pajamas and only Renjun and you had bothered to fix your hair. As everyone waited to get their order taken, you went to each one and helped tame their hair. You really felt like their mother sometimes. As you were petting down Jisung's stray hairs, the waitress came to take your orders. Once again, a lot of food was ordered, and it was all devoured quite quickly. Everyone sat to digest for a while before beginning another nonsense conversation. You all still had some time till you could go to stay the night on ice, so you headed to the lounge. Not the ice one, that would be a bit much in just your PJs. You got a couple looks since everyone else was dressed normally, but none of you cared.

"Sit down, I'll get your drink." Renjun smiled and you sat on one of the couches, Chenle, Jisung, and Hyuck joining you.

"So." Hyuck started, and you glared at him.

"Is his sweatshirt better than mine?"

"Yes."

"Ouch. Why?"

"It…smells really good." You shrugged, pulling the sleeves down over your hands. The boy whined dramatically and soon the others came back with the drinks. Renjun handed you an Aperol Spritz and you were surprised he remembered your favorite. You didn't drink too often, but you really enjoyed these.

"Thank you!" You smiled and he joined you on the couch. He was shoved even closer to you when Jaemin sat with Donghyuck and you really, really didn't mind. You all tried not to make too much of a ruckus, but you were sure all of the other customers were quite relieved when you left. When you went to the part of the hotel where you prepared, you were given your gear and instructions, and you were a little nervous. You had to suit up in warm under layers, warm boots and socks, your coat, and a nice warm hat. You all had bought matching hats and gloves for the trip, and you could tell the hotel employee helping you was trying not to comment on it. They gave you specific sleeping bags and told you how to safely stay in the room, so you didn't freeze. You all made sure to use the bathroom ahead of time, not wanting to have to get up in the night. One everyone was ready, you headed to your rooms. Mark and Chenle were staying in a room that was decked out with a bunch of lizards…for some reason. Jaemin and Donghyuck's room was full of ice cactuses, which was a little funny when Renjun saw it. He was still mad about what Jaemin did to his poor little plant. Jeno and Jisung's room was cute, with animated like decor that lay slanted like a in a video game. You finally were led by Renjun to the room he picked out for you, and as you entered, you were in awe. The ice art was designed to resemble space, nebulas, galaxies, and stars. It was beautiful. You loved looking at the stars and admired the beauty of space and images captured from telescopes.

"Renjun, this is gorgeous!" You beamed, the lights shining through the ice further accentuating the design.

"I thought you would like it." He came close to you, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear that had fallen out of your hat.

"Thank you." You gave him a small hug, still holding your sleeping back in one arm. You guys prepared for the night, and before you crawled into your sleeping bags, you took all your layers off. Shivering from the cold, you slipped into your sleeping bags quick and sighed at the warmth that built from your body heat. You looked at each other and giggled. You were both still so tired from the long trip and you fell asleep fast.

Around eight in the morning, your alarm woke you two up, and while you really wanted to sleep a bit longer, you were both quite eager to get back in and into the warmth. Bundling up fast and gathering your supplies, you dashed back to the main hotel, the rest of the guys not too far behind you guys. Returning the sleeping bags, you all dashed once again to your hotel rooms to take a nice warm shower.

"You can go first." Renjun offered and a small voice in the back of your mind called for you to ask him to join, but you shut it up really quick.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." You took him up on his offer and the warm water was so nice. They warned you not to do too hot of a shower since your body had been pretty cold all night. You tried not to take too long since he was probably quite cold too. You realized you had forgotten normal clothes to change into after, so you cracked the door open and called for him to bring you something to wear. He stuck just his arm in so you could grab the clothes. Dropping the towel, you looked at what he brought, and your face visibly flushed in the mirror. He had given you a set of your underwear - you knew it was necessary, still embarrassing - and another one of his sweatshirts along with a pair of your jeans. You came out, shuffling to your bag yourself to get your socks and he dashed past you to get himself a warm shower and you giggled at his eagerness. He got done faster than you, which made sense, he's a dude; when he came out you almost keeled over. He had remembered everything but a shirt, so he emerged without one. He had more muscle tone than you would have guessed, and his skin was perfectly smooth, and you wanted to touch him.

"Ah!" He flushed and dashed to his bag and quickly put a shirt on, then his own sweatshirt. While you both were wearing a different colored one, the design was exactly the same, which meant you two were matching.

"I hope you don't mind they are the same…" He wouldn't quite look at you as he got his boot on.

"No! I…actually like it." You shrugged and Renjun grinned back at you. Going to get breakfast, you all talked about how the experience was. For some reason, the cold made Jaemin snore and Hyuck was quite cranky. Jisung slept very well since he normally slept like a mummy. Mark struggled because he was so restricted and apparently ended up with his head at the foot of the bed. Chenle talked about how he woke up in the middle of the night and got scared of the giant lizards and you all told him it was his own fault for choosing that room. Jeno actually liked it, said it was invigorating, but he also took ice baths.

"What was is like for you guys?" Mark asked you and you beamed.

"The whole room looked like space! It was so cool!" The boys all looked at you fondly as you spouted out how pretty it was. They all gave Renjun a look and he glared at every one of them in return. The rest of the day was to be spent with the reindeer. The experience was quite similar to the dogs, you got to meet the reindeer and there were a lot less of them since only one was required to pull the sleigh. The tour guide led the sleigh and you and Renjun bundled up in the front for the ride. The experience was similar, but they took you on a different path and showed you new things. It was just your speed though, you got to just sit there and enjoy, especially with Renjun's chest at your back and his arms around you. The rest of the day after was spent carving your own ice sculptures, playing in the snow, and eating yummy food. After supper, one of the hotel attendants came and told you that the northern lights were bright and vivid right then, so you all bundled up to go see them. It was amazing, you had seen videos and pictures, but to see it in person was awe inspiring. As you looked up at the sky, it began to gently snow.

"It's so beautiful." You gasped, and Renjun came up next to you.

"So are you." He grabbed your hand and you turned to him in shock. The other guys were a distance from you, taking pictures and pointing out the stars behind the rolling colors.

"I-I am?"

"Yes." He chuckled, turning your fully toward him. His gloved hands cupped your cheeks, rubbing his thumbs over the reddening skin. As he stepped closer, you gripped the front of his jacket. Renjun bumped his forehead on yours, your noses brushing.

"Can I…?"

"Please." And he kissed you. You had no idea how long exactly you had been waiting for that kiss. He pulled back too soon, so you stretched up to capture his lips again and his one hand moved to the back of your neck, the other curling around your back. Moving your hands to his chest, he bit your bottom lip and took the chance to slip his tongue in your mouth. You gave a slight moan and when he pulled back, you both were breathing hard, and a trail of saliva connected you.

"I…I think I've fallen in love with you." He admitted and you wanted to cry.

"I think I have too."

"GET A ROOM!"

"KISS HER AGAIN!"

"Kiss her again. Kiss her again. Kiss her again."

So, he did, and honestly, you never wanted him to stop.

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THE BIG FIND 2023: Day 4

The Big Find is a 10-day long Drarry fic-finding marathon to celebrate the blog’s anniversary. Below is the Day 4 compilation of lost fics, both old and new, that we’ve been unable to find. Our aim is to get as much attention to these lost fics as possible, to help people finally find their missing fics! Anyone can participate by reblogging, reading through each list, providing additional fic details, and informing us the title, author, or link of a fic, and their respective number in the comment section. Happy finding!

4.1 drarry fic in which only draco harry and lucius are in it. Draco has to act and dress like a girl. His father wants to marry draco off and then blackmail the person because they married a guy. Harry is some Kind of law official. Draco tries to flee at his coming of age Party but Harry thinks he is a thief (because draco still has some girl stuff on or in his hand) so he arrests him. there is no place in prison so harry takes him to his own home. Draco then lives with Harry as some form of probation. he has to help him look after his land. lucius says his daughter got kidnapped. Draco is the suspect so he flees. he can hide at Harry’s neighbour house and dresses as a girl again so harry doesn’t recognise him. at some point harry finds out and arrests him and he gets sentenced to death. he is in some cage hung over a Lake. before he dies harry gets him out (because he loves him). they get married and harry threatens draco’s dad back to make him leave them alone and then they live together

4.2 From what I remember older and an auror Harry time traveled to the time of when he and Cedric were out of the maze. He then went off to find the rat who’s disguising as Moody and everything went to shit. He asked for Draco’s help later on to make a club where students can help one another like a DA but more softcore and including Slytherin students.

4.3 looking for an Ao3 fic. It was kind of short. In it Harry was hit with a spell/curse that made him fall into a “deep sleep” and people thought the person tried to kill him. The thing is when Harry wakes up he find out the ministry framed Draco. I remember a line like “in that time they effectively manipulated and imprisoned Draco.” Or something along the lines. Again, it’s was short and didn’t go into much detail

4.4 I’m looking for drarry fiction on ao3 Draco was fighting in Hogwarts war. unknown spell was send to Harry direction. Draco jump in to protect Harry. that spell hit him and send him back in the past. Dumbledore knows what happened and helps him so Draco is disguised as a new professor. He gets to teach Harry and even teach his younger self. Harry suspect in Prof. Draco so he uses the map to spy on Draco. Then he found two Draco names on the map. I think that Ron is the one who cast a spell on Harry. It’s some part of a secret plan. That’s all i can remember so far.

FOUND! 4.5 looking for a fic where i think they are bonded or something but i specifically remember a scene when they are coming down the stairs at a big gala or event and they have to have their names announced and the first time (before feelings) harry has them read out dracos full name but the second after they liked eachother more he edits it so you don’t hear his dads name. sorry dont even know why thats the only scene i remember

4.6 The magical world is getting itself known to the muggle world, which causes problems and then when a representatives meeting between both sides was held, Harry was surprised to find Draco representing the muggle side after getting exiled from the magical world. I forgot if Draco lost his magic or not. I remember it being a very long one-shot. And I think its quite an old fanfic around 2012-2017s.

FOUND! 4.7 I have been trying to find this fic for years. It was coming out chapter by chapter anywhere from 10-15 years ago, and may have been left unfinished. It was centered around something evil (creatures? Old curses? I’m not quite sure anymore) happening down deep in the chamber of secrets, pretty sure post-war. Harry and Draco and several others joined together on kind of exploratory expedition to find and defeat whatever was happening down there. I think Bill was there lending his expertise. It had a very very dark tone, feel, and subject matter. I always want to find this fic again around halloween!

4.8 I’m not sure if I’m looking for a single fic, or if what I remember is from two different fics and I want to reread both. It’s definitely ao3, pretty sure rated M or E. In one, D works at a gay bar as a bartender and H is just coming to terms with his sexuality and D decides to show him how to have sex. I think it’s in rooms above the bar but not 100% sure. The second part I remember is one I’m not sure if it’s the same fic or a different one. Basically D goes to put a condom on H after he’s been really trying to drill home safe sex practices (I’m pretty sure part of the convo is because H is confused why they’re using a condom for oral sex and D gives him a lecture) and discovers a wart on H’s business and tells him he needs to go get checked for STDs. I’m pretty sure the fic (or both fics?) are more than a year old!

4.9 so it was harry deciding to raise teddy on his own post-dh, and when i say on his own, i mean it. like he wouldn’t accept help from anyone else and it all just kinda builds up bc he’s barely 18 and a war veteran and also a father. i think at one point either he and/or teddy are like super sick and harry just bursts into tears, idk if i made that up or not, BUT the important part is that draco comes thru the floo and makes harry accept his help. i think it was storming. afaik it was complete, but i’d be hard pressed to tell you whether or not it was a oneshot or a multichap fic.

4.10 looking for a fic where draco works at the ministry post-war and everyone hates him and he has no friends and narcissa is dead and lucius is in azkaban, he spends his whole life pining over harry who barely remembers he exists. then i’m pretty sure he’s at a pub? and he’s super depressed and then two men come and sit next to him and after a while he realizes they’re remus and sirius (who he, vaguely remembers) and it turns out he’s in an alternate no-war timeline and then sirius and remus helo set him up with harry? sorry this is so convoluted but i’m pretty sure it was multi chapter, completed + old-ish

4.11 Draco is drunk and Harry is carrying him up the stairs, Draco tells him he’s very handsome, Harry laughed and told draco that he will say on the ministry that firewhisky is better than veritaserum, I know that is a Alpha/beta/omega tag

4.12 I read it in AO3, maybe finished. Harry had died in the war and Voldemort reigned. Many died from the order and the armada. Hermione creates a plan to go back in time, the few living try to help Draco is among them. Running to a place some are killed, Ron and Luna (I think). Hermione says that Draco has to go back since there is only her left who knows the spell, he freaks out but with the commensals behind he is sent to the past to save harry and change the war.

4.13 they were at hogwarts and H was a prefect and was in love with D but D didn’t realise, D was pining so bad. In one scene D was being cornered by another student trying to kiss him and H stopped it and walked D to his room, D was swooning

4.14 looking for a fic I read on A03 which was about adult harry and draco being encouraged by hermione and pansy respectively to do online dating. This involves them passing anonymous letters/owls/emails? back and forth before meeting in a muggle cafe and being surprised but not repulsed at the idea of each other in a romantic way. Draco buys harry an extravagant fur coat I think. I’m pretty sure Seamus and Dean are dating and mentioned in the fic but not featured. Hermione encourages harry to sign up and Ron is doubtful. It begins with the golden trio in a pub. Ron and Hermione are together. It’s post-hogwarts, i’m not sure if H & D’s professions are mentioned.  Fic is not The Benefits of Anonymity by orphan_account

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His Star - His Queen [Chapter 4 - What Was / What Is / What Will Be]

There you are!

Summary: You wake up in a strange bedchamber alone, in a wing of a strange palace that you are forbidden from leaving and meet your personal Royal Steward and Chamberlain... What is a morning room?

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Warnings/Advisories: Nothing except creepy, possessive and controlling terminology and a very mildly horny Ascendant Astarion. Oh, and some threats here and there.

A/N: The outpouring of support and love for this story could honestly melt me down to goo. Thank you guys so much for the likes, reblogs, replies. If you read on AO3 thank you for the kudos, bookmarks, comments, all of it. Knowing you guys are enjoying reading it as much as I enjoy writing it is what I live for. If I can make someone's day in this little way, it's all worth it to me.

I spent the ENTIRE DAY editing this. My apologies if it's still not perfect, I did the absolute best I could.

I woke up yesterday sick and Christmas is this weekend so I'm not sure when the next chapter will be. Maybe next Friday.

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The darkness swirled and lingered, filling every corner and crevice without a definitive end. But when it all became clear, you almost wish it hadn't.

As you slowly peel your eyes open, you are greeted by the luxurious top of a canopy bed. The sheets were so soft and smooth that they felt like a dream in your fractured memory.

Then it all rushed back to you.

Your body jolted forward, and you leapt out of bed with lightning speed. In a split second, your instincts took over, and you reached for your weapon, but instead, your hand brushed against something soft, and not your belt. Or your padded trousers that made up your leather armor. No, you were dressed in a refined, off-white satin gown that elegantly draped over your knees. The dress boasted a crew neckline and short sleeves with delicate ruffles, exuding an air of sophistication.

You've never felt more vulnerable in your life.

Why did that feel rapidly subject to change?

You vigorously shake your head, banishing the thoughts clouding your mind. Focus on getting out of here. However, that's supposed to work... The memory of trying to kiss Astarion resurfaces, and you can still hear his voice telling you to save it, creating a bittersweet ache in your heart. Then the journey through Cazadors palace. You remember it all, the journey that brought you to this point, every step and decision replaying in your memory. The Ascendant...

This isn't your home. Not your world. Hells, how were you supposed to come back from this? And what about the tadpole? No, you won't let yourself panic and allow your mind to be overrun by wild thoughts. You won't. One step at a time. Get out of this... very expensive "I shouldn't even be breathing in here, it'll put me in debt for three of my reincarnated lives" bedchamber.

And that starts by finding some godsdamned shoes.

In a huff, you search the room until your eyes land on a wardrobe overflowing with countless pairs of shoes. With little regard, you carelessly throw the ones you don't like behind you, surely leaving a chaotic mess of mismatched slippers, sandals and boots that look like they'd crumble to ash at the slightest whiff of rough terrain. All too... blegh... What happened to practicality? Does that not exist in this world?

Finally, you come across a pair of simple black dress shoes. Considering most of the shelves are now barren, you decide it'll have to do. You sit on the ground with a soft grunt and pause when you lift your leg to see your foot.

Wrapped around your right ankle is a small band, its silver and gold hues giving it an almost ominous allure. Reminding you far too much of a shackle for your liking, though you see nowhere to leash a chain. You're now keenly aware of how perfectly it conforms to your skin as you absentmindedly run your fingers over it, hoping to find a way to remove it, only to feel a sense of tension when you discover no breaks. You're not even sure how anyone could have fastened it on you. There's no discernible latch or hinge along the band and it rests too snugly against your ankle to have smoothly fit over your foot.

Regardless, it wasn't there before, which means he had it put on you and that means it's nothing you want on you.

With a sigh, you resume slipping the shoes on, noticing how they conform perfectly to the shape of your feet, and rise off the floor. You tentatively approach the door, half-expecting it might come to life and smack you away. Or it may simply be locked. Then spit lightning in your face.

None of those things happen.

The door simply opens.

Somehow, that's not reassuring.

You cautiously poke your head out, taking a quick look in both directions. An open archway leading to a sort of indoor courtyard and fountain is straight ahead and a skylight streaming in sunlight. To your left there's a grand hallway that opens up before you, showcasing ornate hallway tables, exquisite floral arrangements, captivating portraits, and enigmatic busts of faces you don't recognize. And to your right is more of the same, but with doors lining both sides.

But it was eerily quiet, with no sounds of activity. Good. With a sense of anticipation, you place one foot in front of the other and step over the threshold. No invisible forcefield knocks you back, instead your shoes touch the red carpet that flows down the halls. How tacky.

Each step is slow and soft, filled with uncertainty and trepidation, as you creep onward. The sound of your shoes clicking against the white tile of the courtyard made you flinch, a sudden jolt of sound in the silence. It's wider than you expected, stretching out before you like an expansive canvas. Colorful flowers and green plants are carefully placed along the walls and in the corners, adding a burst of life to the empty spaces. A comfortable distance away from the large, white, three-tiered fountain, a bench beckons visitors to sit and enjoy the view.

You recall wishing you had your own...

Refusing to let your thoughts stray, you give the room a final swift once-over before pivoting and making your way back to the expansive hallway. That led literally nowhere.

This time, you turn left and round the corner a moment later. Another set of double doors, flanked by two muscular men, one a human with scarlet eyes and the other a tiefling with black and blue eyes. Initially, they appear unfazed by your presence until you make a move towards the doors. "Good morning, Lady Ancunín." The human greets you with a gentle nod. "You're up early."

Lady...? Oh no, absolutely not—Ugh, focus, Tav... "Where's this lead?" You ask with a gesture of your chin toward the doors.

"The southwest wing, ma'am." The tiefling answers this time. "We've strict orders to ensure you remain here in the northwest wing. And only approved staff may come and go." He says it so simply, so respectfully, it infuriates you more.

Don't be stupid.

Don't be stupid...

"Well," you exhale softly, your eyes fixated on the space between the two men. "How unfortunate it is that I simply don't give a damn," you conclude just as politely.

Just as you move to charge the doors and they close the gap to bar your way, another voice rings out behind you. "Let's keep our heads, shall we?" The voice, deep and resonant, interjects.

On instinct, you spin around and face it. In the center of the hallway stands a tall, imposing human man with jet-black, nearly cropped hair and piercing red eyes. He stands with an air of authority, his hands firmly clasped behind his back. "Lady Ancunín," he addresses you respectfully, his voice carrying a hint of formality. "The master deeply regrets his delay, as matters pertaining to the staff and estate have tied him up longer than he expected, but he assures you he will join you in the morning room shortly."

"First off," you snap, your voice sharp and piercing, "stop calling me that." Your hands wave in the air, a flurry of movement, emphasizing your frustration. "Second, what the hells is a morning room?" The words tumble out, filled with confusion. "And third, pray tell, who are you?" Your hands continue to move in a mix of irritation and curiosity.

"My name is Malacai, ma'am," he responds, his voice smooth and poised. He bows his back gracefully, a sign of his professionalism. The scent of polished wood and fresh flowers wafts through the air, mingling with the soft sound of servants bustling about. You briefly note that they must be out and about now, performing their duties for the day. "I am your Steward and Royal Chamberlain, entrusted with the responsibility of overseeing and ensuring that your servants maintain the impeccable standards that the master expects of those in your esteemed service." Sensing your confusion, he elaborates further, his words like a soothing balm, clarifying any doubt that may cloud your thoughts.

Malacai's eyes twinkle with an apologetic smile, his lips curving gently as he adds, "Regrettably, I am cannot comply with your order, for it would directly contradict the will of His Almighty Majesty." he states, his voice laced with conviction. "However, if you permit, I can enlighten you on the purpose of the morning room as we make our way." He extends his arm, a subtle gesture inviting you to follow. Reluctantly, you comply, the soft thump of your shoes against the carpet floor flowing through the spacious hallways.

As it turns out, it's just a small room to have breakfast in and lounge and it's not that far from where you already were. It doesn't escape your notice that the open window at the end of the hall, near the doors to the room and streaming in sunlight, does not faze Malacai.

A wave of discomfort washes over you as you take in the sight of two girls dressed in servants' clothes, standing in front of the open doors to the room. Brown and blue eyes. Not spawn. Interesting. So he really doesn't turn them all. Once you set foot in the room, they close the doors behind you.

Malacai moves with practiced ease, effortlessly gliding around you. He pulls out the chair facing the window for you. The drawn curtains create a soft filter of light as he watches you expectantly.

With a groan, you begrudgingly go along with it. Taking a deep breath, you roll your eyes and reluctantly occupy the chosen seat. Only to flinch near instantly when your ankle snaps to the wide leg of the chair. Instinctively, you glance down and try to move your foot. It doesn't budge. You can move the rest of your leg, but your foot remains fixed to the leg of the chair...

Hells below, it really is a shackle...

Just as you open your mouth to verbally assault Malacai behind you, the door swings open, interrupting your words. A chill runs down your spine as your blood turns icy. "Ah! Sorry, pet." With a smirk, he confidently strides in, exuding an air of nonchalant swagger. Like this is all fucking normal. "So much to do to accommodate your arrival." The closer he gets, the tighter your hands clench in your lap.

Leaning down, the Ascendant tenderly presses a soft kiss into your hair, and you feel the warmth of his breath against your head, sending a delicate shiver down your spine. A firm, grounding reminder that this isn't him. This isn't your Astarion. "I will stab you with a fork." You grumble, silently wishing you could.

He snorts quietly, his laughter tickling the strands of your hair, before straightening his back. Adjusting his short tailcoat that is practically screaming 'I melted a bank to pay for this'. His dark blue attire, adorned with a white trim, provided a polished and coordinated appearance, complete with form-fitting trousers. "Gods, I've missed you." With a sigh that carried a sense of longing, his eyes shimmered with a mischievous twinkle.

Right before you can retort, Astarion turns away, his tailcoat trailing behind him like a fleeting shadow, and he squints at the table with a perplexed expression. "What? They've kept you waiting?" His lip curls and he suddenly lifts his hand with a resounding snap of his fingers. "Malacai, I know it's been some time since you've served any meaningful purpose, but I did expect better of you."

A flurry of activity follows the sound of his nonverbal command. The room was bustling with staff of all shapes and sizes as Astarion settled into his seat across from you. With an air of indifference, he scans the room, his eyes darting critically over each person while he casually crosses his leg over his lap.

Suddenly, his eyes flit to yours. "Would you like the windows open, my dear?"

It crosses your mind, and a tug of desire catches you by surprise. Genuinely, you would.

Before you can even utter a word, Astarion's eyes twinkle with understanding as he flashes a brief, knowing smile, and then snaps his fingers a second time. "Windows, now." Disinterest replaced in his voice with authority and a glance over his shoulder.

As fast as it all happens, they're gone. So much so that it almost makes your head spin. Situated right in front of you is a tempting display of piping hot pastries and other delectable treats, accompanied by a steaming cup of tea. Sunlight streams in through the windows, casting a warm glow on the room. And besides the presence of Malacai behind you, you're alone. With Him.

It dawns on you. You're not sure what to say. What to do. There's food, and your stomach makes what it thinks you should do known with a silent, dull ache. But you can't will yourself to move. The only thought that remains consistent in your mind is home. Your friends. Your freedom.

Your Astarion.

This isn't your Astarion.

"Simply gawking at it won't satiate your hunger, darling." The Ascendant says, returning you from your thoughts.

"I'm going on a hunger strike."

"I wouldn't recommend it." He replies, though his tone is simple, the faint edge of a warning doesn't fail to reach your ears.

But you haven't come this far in life by backing down from a challenge. "If only I gave a fuck what you recommend." You sneer, shifting in your chair, itching to be free of it.

"Language, my treasure." The Ascendant scolds, and you lift your eyes from the plate to him. "Such a foul vocabulary is unbecoming a woman of your immense stature."

"Stature?" You echo, face grimacing in mild disgust. As you recall what he said before he took you, the air around you feels suffocating, as if the words themselves have become a tangible presence. "I'm just me. I'm a simple adventurer with... admittedly tainted blood—"

"You were." He interjects, the look in his eyes hardening. "Were. But are no longer. What you are now is my treasure. My dark consort—"

Each word strikes your chest like a hammer hits a nail and you try to interject. "No," but your tone lacks force, falling softly to the table.

"And what you will become... is my beloved, faithful and obedient queen." The Ascendant declares firmly, leaving no space for disagreement. "Hmph. I wish we could wed tonight and spend the rest of the evening... consummating our marriage,"

With every word he adds, his voice dances gracefully, like a captivating melody, beckoning you deeper into his presence. His eyes become eclipsed by a shadow, cloaking them in darkness, as his gaze betrays a disquieting blend of adoration, obsession, and desire. Causing an unsettling sensation to crawl down your spine.

Your stomach churns. The rest of your body yearns... No. This isn't your Astarion. This isn't right. "But patience is required." He exhales deeply with a subtle heave of his chest. "Waiting a little longer, so we may plan a proper wedding and coronation ceremony worthy of us is trivial by comparison to how long I've waited already." Says the Ascendant, adjusting in his chair to sit more comfortably. Paying no mind to your baffled, stunned staring.

"Before anything else, we must make your arrival in Faerûn known and declare your position by my side. And we have a mere tenday to organize our engagement announcement." Now he just seems like he's delivering a presentation, not seeking your input. "Don't fret, little love. I will take care of it. Just as I will take care of you."

"Coronation?" You repeat the word, its echoes bouncing around your mind like the distant sound of trumpets. The image of a grand ceremony materializes in your thoughts, with opulent decorations adorning the regal hall. The scent of fresh flowers fills the air, intermingling with the aromatic aroma of polished wood. Apprehension fills your heart, fluttering like a trapped bird. You can almost feel the weight of the crown bearing down upon your head, and a sickening feeling creeps over.

Suddenly, another word emerges from your memory, perhaps one you misheard, "wedding??" Reluctantly, you find yourself envisioning the scenario, as if trapped in a vivid nightmare. The image materializes before you: a pristine white dress drapes over your form, its delicate fabric brushing against your skin, the ethereal music guiding your path. Each step down the aisle sends a shiver down your spine, as your gaze fixates on the Ascendant, patiently waiting for you at the altar. Dread consumes you, tangible and suffocating, as if crawling beneath your very flesh.

A gentle, airy laugh escapes from him, echoing in the room. The sound is painfully familiar. It's not your Astarion. "Naturally, my love," he murmurs, his voice as velvety as a midnight breeze. "How else are you to join my side," he muses, a wicked smile playing on his lips, "and reign as my sovereign queen?" As he leans his elbow on the armrest of his chair, he idly runs his fingers along each other. "But we can discuss such matters after you've had your fill."

"I'm on hunger strike." You remind him, crossing your arms and leaning into your chair. You adamantly refuse to comply with any of this under any circumstances.

With a raised eyebrow, the Ascendant silently expressed their skepticism towards your defiance. "Is that so?" He stares, his intense gaze never wavering from yours. So much about him was the same, even his mannerisms. As you gazed into his eyes, a flicker of affection could be discerned. Your Astarion's feelings for you, but barely. This thing was a grotesque, twisted, and nightmarish imitation.

And it threatened to consume you if you don't get away in time.

Your body stiffened in a way that was becoming all too familiar to you. "You will eat your breakfast until your hunger is completely satisfied." Astarion's words command authority, delivered with a tone that is both warm and firm. His lips betray a hint of amusement as he observes your hands obediently move at his behest, disregarding your own desires.

"That was rather adorable of you, sweetheart, thinking you could resist me." His lips curl into a smile as he purrs, his fingers lazily draped over his lip.

With his other hand, he snaps his fingers; the sound resonating in the silence. "Malacai, be a useful little lark and fetch me a goblet."

"Of course, your majesty."

Astarion casually adds, with a dismissive wave of his hand, "And have someone arrange the offerings from yesterday in Orchid Hall." He regards you intently as you continue to eat steadily against your will. But says nothing further.

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With a wave of his hand, you felt the confinement of your ankle release, allowing you to leave your chair once you've had your fill. You grumble at him, likening his behavior to that of Ethel, a name that doesn't ring a bell for him at first. When he does remember, he's just amused. It annoys you, but you're not quite ready to start another protest with him.

Astarion walks with you through the wide halls of the wing. His eyes catch sight of the open door to the bedroom you woke up in and as you pass, he peeks inside. With an exasperated sigh, he scoffs "hells below...!" and abruptly changes direction, entering the room. You entertain the thought of turning around and leaving, but the piercing intensity of Malacai's stare dissuades you from taking any action.

Confused, you trail behind the Ascendant and take in the chaotic scene of countless boots, shoes, slippers, and sandals strewn around on the floor. Oh, here we go. So much for not protesting, but you're not going to apologize either.

With a disappointed and vexed expression, he looks up at you. "Why didn't you let me know sooner that you weren't satisfied with your wardrobe?"

The more you blink, the more you become aware of his penetrating stare, and the realization creeps in that this is far from a weird joke. "...What?" But you ask anyway, unable to hide your audible bewilderment.

"Little love, if none of these selections are to your liking, I will summon the most accomplished and esteemed shoemakers and designers in the Gate to create something that suits your taste."

"Wait—" You stammer, flinching at the thought, but the Ascendant dismisses your hesitation.

He snaps his fingers, and as if they were mere extensions of his will, three servant girls gracefully glide into the room. With a disdainful gaze, he gestures towards the footwear, conveying their unworthiness. "Gather these and dispose of them," he commands, his voice oozing with a haughty demeanor. "My treasure deems inadequate."

As he straightens his regal attire, the fabric brushes against his fingertips, emanating a luxurious texture that matches his grandiose presence. "Tell Cirrus to ensure that only the most skilled shoemakers are summoned to the palace," he commands, his tone emphasizing the crucial role of expertise. "And a seamstress, while we're at it."

With a confident posture, he stands tall and looks down at them, his gaze filled with a subtle sense of preeminence. "If I discover any of these in your possession or, worse yet, on your wretched feet, I will personally ensure that you never need them again. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, your Almighty Majesty," they answered, their voice quivering with a mix of fear and reverence for their all-powerful sovereign.

He gives his jacket a quick tug, ensuring it fits just right before facing you. "Now then To the Ballroom." The Ascendant says, the tone of his voice changing from terrifying tyrant to a tender, dare you say, doting lover. He moves past you, silently ordering you to follow.

But your curiosity gets the better of you. "Can I ask you something?" Your voice comes across as more timid than you expected or intended.

Astarion pauses in the doorway and turns again to face you. "Anything, my love." He smiles with a warmth that seeps into your heart, annoyingly melting it just a teensy bit. Stupid of you, you know it's a lie.

Though you ignore your irritation for now, to continue with your question. One that had started to bother you at breakfast. "It's just... they fit my feet and all perfectly, I... where did they come from?" As the words leave your lips, you realize how pointless they are. What purpose does this information serve? It won't help you get out of here.

His smile somehow warms, deepens, creating a sense of familiarity and ease. He approaches you with deliberate, unhurried steps, and lifts his hand to tenderly caress your cheek with the back of his fingers, his intense stare holding you in a trance. "Once upon a time... they were yours." The fervor in his eyes could make your knees tremble. If you weren't consciously coaching yourself that this isn't him. This isn't your Astarion.

Then, the Ascendant takes your hand in his free one, closing around yours, and you feel the strength and warmth of his touch as he intertwines your fingers together. "But what was... is no longer. Isn't it, my pet?"

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Thought it different to not lock you into a bedroom and instead confine you to a wing of the palace with a magical ankle bracelet lmao. I flip flopped on your Stewards name (yes he is yours personally, Astarion just habitually bosses everyone around) and couldn't decide if Malacai was too odd a name.

More Ascendant next chapter? Or do we peek in on Astarion? ...decisions, decisions, whichever will it be?

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I tagged 443 of my posts in 2022

Only 18% of my posts had no tags

#danny phantom - 224 posts

#dp x dc - 209 posts

#fanfiction prompts - 197 posts

#prompts - 193 posts

#danny fenton - 190 posts

#batman - 104 posts

#the alien answers - 102 posts

#robin - 74 posts

#tim drake - 65 posts

#damian wayne - 65 posts

Longest Tag: 134 characters

#tim does not get coffee though and hes mad about it but he also really likes how the water in his tiny bird bath feels on his feathers

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Au where Danny somehow managed to wipe any proof of his existence from the face of the planet, including the memories people had of him. He tells himself this was fine. Better than fine actually.

This just means that his loved ones were less likely to get hurt in the crossfire. Also Vlad is now clueless as to why he's in Amity in the first place and as Mayor no less. He resigns within a week to go back to Wisconsin after three days of nonstop blathering from Jack.

Danny basically starts living in a lake in the woods, its not like he needs to breath and he finds the water calming. Also the fish are friendly. Plus there's a cave nearby if he needed to stay in human form for whatever reason.

He had water and shelter, down now he just needed access to food unless he wanted to eat his new fish friends.

This is when Danny learned he could use the weird magical girl ring to shape-shift into other people.

So he got into the habit of transforming into one of the residents of a house and raiding the pantries.

This turned out to be a pretty open secret amongst the people of Amity Park. They knew it was Phantom, primarily because he's a terrible liar but also because people have cell phones and communicate.

This is never really an issue since no one tells the Fentons or the Feds. At least, it wasn't an issue until the Justice League came sniffing around. The people of Amity have only become more untrusting of the government as years passed and became equally as protective over thier local ghostboy. So everytime they came around no one but the Fentons would say anything to them other than, "Leave." Or "You're not wanted here." Before walking away.

It was a day like any other for Phantom. Some teens had rented out a house in town, likely to experience the most haunted town in America. Whatever. Teens always bring the best snacks.

So he transformed into the cute redheaded guy right after they left and walked past the living room towards the kitchen like he's done a dozen times before.

"Uh, Wally?" Dannys head whipped around to see the black haired teen sitting on the couch, his blue eyes wide with shock and worry. The one with a Superman t-shirt on. "Are you ok? Your heartbeat is really slow."

Danny could only think of one word to sum up this situation. Fuuuuuckk

3,268 notes - Posted June 13, 2022

#4

Au where all the ghosts hide thier real names on instinct, not only because knowing a ghosts name gives you power over them but because you could use thier name to potentially find thier grave through magic or Google.

Once you find thier bones there's no shortage of what you could do.

Due to the nature of Embers obsession she isn't able to hide her name and during a fight she reveals to Phantom she lives in a constant state of anxiety fearing someone might find her body and use it against her

Phantom knocks on her door a week later with not only her body but her entire casket floating behind him. She's oddly touched. This is probably the nicest thing anyone has ever done for her. Word, of course, spreads of this and other spirits ask him to do the same for them and are willing to make deals

Another week later Batman is investigating all the robbed graves and trying to figure out wtf is going on

Edit: Yes the removal of the caskets cause the graves to sink in and thats how Batman is alerted to the issue. I had left this as an implication but felt the need to clarify due to people talking about it in the notes.

Edit 2: You could also have a grave keeper see Phantom stealing caskets and alert authorities. Whats more this is likely happening in more than just Gotham. You could also have another ghost/ a magic user see this super powerful spirit robbing graves and being like, "Well that seems ominous. I should tell someone about that."

Please forgive me for adding more, I have no control over myself

3,286 notes - Posted June 29, 2022

#3

Au where Danny ends up in Gotham and gets saved by the birds while in human form. He starts pseudo haunting them before returning to Amity Park.

He frequently pops back in to Gotham to invisibility give gifts to the batfam.

Dick gets circus themed things that seem to move around the manor when no one is looking.

Stephanie and Tim both get comics, manga and movies from different dimensions and its only once they start looking up fandoms/ going on Twitter do they realize that these manga/movies apparently don't exist.

The same thing happens with Jason and books. The weird part is that after he finishes reading one of the books for the nth time, (the ones that he and Duke swears glow) and finally retires it to the shelf they disappear. This only happens with the glowey books though. He gets to keep the others

Damian keeps getting new swords, which everyone but him has a problem with.

Duke keeps getting things that activate his powers and he can't really make heads or tails from most of it.

Cass gets lots of soft things like stuffed animals that are nice for hugs and other sensory reasons and dance stuff. Her favorite so far is a gigantic bat in a tutu.

Barbara and Tim (he gets double i guess) both get tech stuff that they've never seen before and make a hobby of reverse engineering the new product of the week.

Alfred gets all sorts of gag gifts like an apron that says "I'm the real boss here" and a mug that has a fancy mustache on the bottom that matches his real one

Bruce gets almost exclusively much bat themed gifts.

No one is sure where the stuff is coming from (and in Jason's case where its going) but they all assume its someone else in the family doing it because its themed around both thier hero and thier personal interests. It finally comes to a head when the batfam are all out together when they come home to find a beautiful and ornate sword laying on the kitchen table for Damian and they all simultaneously realize no one had been home to put it there.

Alfred gets the shotgun while everyone else enters detectives mode.

Danny himself doesn't even realize the extent in which he's been messing with them and doesn't really think past the, "I hope they like their gifts" thing.

3,345 notes - Posted July 15, 2022

#2

Au where Danny gets deaged by a magical artifact in the GZ and gets lost in a different dimension with Cujo. While exploring Gotham as Phantom he decides to play up the little kid routine and use his puppy friend to do it.

At this point Danny had finally trained the pup and he actually listened to him. Needless to say there's a certain flock of bats and birds who keep pestering him at night. All he's trying to do is explore the city and play with his dog. Is that so bad?

Danny doesnt usually bother hiding from them. Not much point considering he shines like a spotlight in Gothams gloom anytime he's in his phantom form. Plus Cujo is glowy and green, so that doesn't help matters.

Danny usually runs them on a wild goose chase in the name of "Tag" before disappearing. He stole Batmans cape by phasing it off of him and he now uses it as a blanket at night (its surprisingly warm), he stole another one at Red Hoods request and gave it to him, he's set up play dates between Cujo and Harleys hyenas, he's pied Joker in the face, he's pet Penguins pet penguins right in front of him, he's been trapped in an elevator with Brucie Wayne for two hours, he's had a tea party with Catwomans cats and may have broken into her apartment to do it, he's kidnapped Red Robin and made him go to the park and play on the swings with him, he's gotten into actual fights with Robin and last but not least, he came up with the Puppy Paw of Approval.

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Nightwing stared at the kid they had been chasing every other night for the last three months now, confused. "Whats the Puppy Paw of Approval?"

The kid moved the puppy, Cujo (which Jason finds hilarious) up in front of his face, holding him there by his armpits.

The dog was making the "no thoughts head empty" face with his tongue sticking out just a smidge. Dick was tempted to coo. "The Puppy Paw of Approval is an award! Arf!" The kid said in a higher pitched pretend voice.

"Its awarded to people we really really like! Arf!"

Nightwing gasped dramatically, playing along with the boy, "You really like me that much?"

"Of course!" The boy floated over to Dick and places one of the dogs paws on the man's chest. "Da da da daaa!" The kid sang, "You now have the Puppy Paw of Approval!"

The vigilante sniffled, "I will always cherish this! Thank you!"

The kid giggled and Cujo barked at him. The little green rottweiler panted up at him with a giants smile and his little nub tail wagging a mile and minute.

God, Nightwing couldn't wait for his newest little brother to join the family.

Dick was dismayed to learn he was actually the second person to get the PPA. The first being Tim, the third being Harley and the forth being Catwoman. Ivy was apparently salty about not getting one but the kid was scared of her for some reason.

Danny makes friends with lots of people throughout the city. Scarecrow learns of the bats recruitment attempts on this boy and decides to use the fear toxin on him. This has the unexpected outcome of making the child cry.

And then the whole city was out for his head.

3,508 notes - Posted August 11, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Theres a new mom and pop coffee shop in Gotham that's doing pretty well. The place has a casual playful vibe but it only ever has one employee, which has lead to it having a bit of a urban myth status.

He's there through all the opening hours and no one ever sees him come or go, only the lights switching off and the teen disappearing.

It probably doesn't help that the shop has a ghost themed name.

His name tag reads, "Nightingale" and he always has a polite smile, but the few who dare to act out in his shop notice his eyes flash a particular shade of green and are suddenly overcome with the feeling that they're being stared down by a large apex predator and a sickening sense of dread.

Needless to say people behave in his shop.

Whats more is that his store shows up on county records just fine, but if you try to look into anything your computer glitches out and you can't find anything. Obviously "Nightingale" can't be the owner, he looks only 15. Some say he's a vampire, others say he's a zombie like Red Hood.

Tim doesn't care what he is because the first time he entered at night as Red Robin the guy immediately started making a coffee were he could see, made it exactly how he liked it and gave it to him before he even had the chance to order. Then he refused his money, saying it was on the house.

None of the people waiting in line argued or were upset and Tim was unsure if that was because he was a well known Gotham vigilante or it Nightingales reputation protected him.

Either way the coffee was delicious.

Tim didn't know how to feel when he found out his family was investigating the "possible runaway" who worked at the coffee shop.

3,554 notes - Posted November 10, 2022

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idk why im so nervous about posting this but hi everyone!!!

my name is ina and i'm in my early 20s and this is my second time joining the simblr community!! i used to be around a few years ago known as @nach0sims and i had so much fun but... i had to focus on uni unfortunately!!!!!!!! and i don't know a single thing about self discipline so I finished uni and now i'm back LMFAOO

now that i'm back, i have so much to learn and enjoy-- and I'm really trying to focus on that gameplay experience1!!!! and also cas..... again, i know no such thing as mediation.

i have such an appreciation for deliberate, corny, low quality and goofy lil posts idk why but i just eat it up. and i'm really leaning into it here, so if u like funny lil things.............

what you can expect from me: - deliberately corny, low quality, goofy lil posts - goofy, low quality storytelling ! - goofy, low quality (on purpose) edits - goofy, low quality cc - goofy, low quality lookbooks - sims ? y'all care about sims?

just a lil bit about me: - um

i would really really really appreciate any sort of interaction so I can find new simblrs to follow!!!!! pls like reblog follow so i can also check u guys out and like reblog follow back~ are u picking up what im putting down or

pls don't let this flop or else we're going to pretend this never happened pls :) im so nervous about posting this

are u curious about dulce ?

i LITERALLY have a whole notion doc dedicated to every "big" thing that has happened in this girl's life... its crazy. u would eat it up if u like telenovelas and indian serials/ dramas !!! my mom's watching dubbed over turkish tv shows too now, those are crazy too. i don't want to bore everyone with random screenshots so I'm thinking of just posting parts ??? idk we're gonna figure this out together