#like literally OH GOD YOU'RE GONNA GET IT. YOU'LL BE SORRY THAT YOU MESSED WITH ME!!!

[skltart]

rip castiel, you would've loved girls against god by florence and the machine

[mrsnancywheeler]

Okay but like imagine Finnick Odair who takes your virginity but lets you explore him first.

He knows you’re nervous, he knows it’s your first time so he sits with you on the bed as you use travel from his face, to his shoulders, to his arms. You trace his abs with your finger, outlet transfixed on him. He lets you jerk him off so the idea of him cumming isn’t as freaky to you-

-🌾anon

literally so hot and so, so on brand for the sweetest man to have ever lived

he doesn't know how you manage to seem like the most exposed person in the world when he's the one with his clothes off, but he knows he finds it endearing. and for a while you're just standing there, staring at him, too nervous to look anywhere but his face, and it makes him chuckle, "you know you can look at me, honey"

"sorry"

"you're okay, sweetheart. y'know you can touch too." and for a while you just stare so softly, so lovingly into his eyes, that he realizes the way you're making him feel exposed now has nothing to do with nakedness. you're peeling back his soul.

eventually your hands find his hair, a place of comfort, a place that is known. running through his soft curls, tousling them, and it feels therapeutic. then your hands trail down to his face, tracing across every line and bump and curve, eyes memorizing every inch of him. then you're on to his neck, the slope of his shoulders, all familiar territory, and you're scared that going further downwards is crossing a barrier with him even if he's told you otherwise. so you pause and he knows, giving a reassuring nod that you'll not be trespassing wherever you may wander. nervously your hands are feeling the expense of his chest, getting to know his body, not just have briefly touched it in between a kiss, but know it. across his stomach, each dip from his ribs, every muscle, you learn them intently. finally you've wandered down to where you know nothing about, and you're terrified to mess something up.

"see how I'm getting harder, honey? that's me getting ready for you, kinda like when you start to get wet-" and the bluntness of his words it making your face heat up, you're burying your face into his shoulder.

"finn-"

he's chuckling again because he doesn't understand how you manage to be so adorable. "I'm gonna be inside you, sweetheart, it's okay." after a second he's leading your face away from him to have you look down. "you've never done this before, honey, and so I don't want to freak you out when I cum. you ever seen someone cum before?" and you're shaking your head, eyes all wide and attentive. "I want you to see what it is before it just happens, is that okay?" you nod, "need you to use your words, honey"

"yeah, it's okay." he's smiling softly at you and guiding your hand down to his member. helping you hold it, showing you how to move your hand.

"it'll be just like that, honey. you want to try on your own?"

you're nodding, "yeah." and you're so good, like you know how fast to go, how to grip him perfectly.

"oh, god, feels so good, doing it just right. such a good girl." and he barely catches the small whine you give out at the nam, but you keep going. eyes chasing his face for reactions to your movements, which are a plenty.

"you like it when I call you that?" and for a moment everything halts and you're staring at him like a deer in the headlights, "it's okay, honey, you can keep going. not a bad thing, don't gotta be embarrassed. just need to know what you like...fuck, feels so good. good fucking girl." and you've confirmed everything for him when you whine again and bite your lip. you keep going, memorizing the way he moves, the way his brows furroe together until finally he's nearly there. "almost...there, god, so you're gonna see what happens, god you do this so good. so much better then my hand, honey." the praise makes you go somehow even faster and he's quickly letting go.

anyways I'm in love with him, in love with this, and in love with you pookie 💋

[ivysangel]

in an alternate universe partition was written about dick grayson because it's so him i just KNOWWW he'd do that shit!! with his cocky smile and everything 🤭

NONNIE NONNIE NONNIE !!!!!!! saw this ask half asleep while checking my notifs and had to force myself to get some rest instead of answering it bc i got SO excited even in my delirious half asleep state. obviously i'm listening to it rn while writing this, like NONNIE ??? i'm smiling, literally not joking i'm cheesin like a fucking loser. quick ro lore before we get into the GOOD stuff: massive beyoncé stan, MASSIVE partition stan !!!! massive music lover and pop culture fiend too like this might just be my favorite ask ever. anyway.

who said in an alternate universe bc it's definitely this one. i literally ghostwrote the song with dick grayson in mind err? like i do just wanna be the girl he likes (everybody point and laugh). like the song, aside from being about super hot sex, is about being so into your partner that you'll give everything to them, do anything for them, put all this effort into catching their eye as if you don't already have it. 'take all of me i just wanna be the girl you like' (cassie in euphoria s2 is that u?) IS SOOOOOOOOOOO REAL TO ME !!!!! like i would do anything for him. (side note, why am i listening to partition and hearing jay on the bg vocals? like am i going insane orrr)

(everything under the cut is just smut)

'he popped all my buttons and he ripped my blouse/he monica lewinski'd all on my gown' and 'took forty-five minute to get all dressed up and we ain't even gon' make it to this club' ??? oh exactly. you put all this effort into looking good for him, and unlke CASSIE in eufuckingphoria season 2, it works out for you oh my god it does. 'driver roll up the partition please/i don't need you seein' yoncé on her knees' bc...car sex. but you're not going to a club, no it's a wayne enterprises gala and you don't even get there until hours later because you're almost fully naked in the back seat getting dicked down by dick grayson !!

'handprints and footprints on my glass, handprints and good grips all on my ass' ugh real music literally real fucking music. you're straddling him as he manspreads, cock buried in you, and your fingernails are digging into the black leather seats. his ties been loosened, shirt opened, and there's red smudged on top of blooming hickeys. the glass is foggy, the only semi clear parts being your handprints from when the pleasure got overwhelming. 'now my mascara runnin', red lipstick smudged/oh, he so horny yeah, he want to fuck' like it's dick grayson, he'd fuck you into next week on a normal day so ofc he'd do it when you get all dolled up. ofc everyone's wondering when pretty boy grayson's gonna make an appearence in front of the flashing cameras. 'over there i swear, i saw them cameras flash' rolls down the partition just a smidge, to tell the driver to park somewhere private so you're not caught in an extremely compromising position. not that he really cares, everyone already knows he gets play anyways, it's more about your comfortability. tits out and pussy facing the world, on the cover of tmz and shit bc he got just a bit too cocky. no never that.

'cheauffer eavesdroppin' tryin' not to crash' you and the driver both end up getting a tip that night. he's sorry, he really is. but he just couldn't resist you, not when you were dressed like that. your intention was to have amazing mind blowing sex with dick that night but not in the back of a moving car. 'driver roll up the partition, please/i don't need you seein' yoncé on her knees' bc it was just supposed to be some quick head and now his pants are ruined, your dress is torn, hair messed up on both ends, and the amount of hickeys between the both of you is concerning.

you'd do it all again tho, and he knows you would. shit, he would too !!! and that's so evident in the way he teases you for the next few weeks about it. asking if he should take the dress to the dry cleaners knowing it looks like you'd been in a fight, suggesting you wear the lipstick shade from that night, asking if you need a cheauffer anytime you have to go anywhere, and giving you knowing looks everytime someone asks why you guys showed up at the gala over an hour late. "wardrobe malfunction and car trouble." he says with a smile. it looks normal to whoever you're talking to but you know it holds a level of cockiness that is so completely unfathomable, a level of cockiness he only gets when he fucks you.

(got a little carried away nonnie my b. ughh how i love a good lyrical breakdown, even out of order lol. seriously, this made my day. literally woke up and got straight to it. did not proofread this bc i...just woke up lmao)

[vctrvn-ls]

Dancing around the kitchen with Sharky? Like him twirling reader and so?

Circles , Post Malone | Sharky |

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

warnings: language

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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

"Sharky!" You laugh as a big cloud of flour rises from the bowl in your hands.

"Whoops." He grins, shrugging with the flour packet.

"We're never going to finish this if you keep messing." You whine, annoyed as Sharky's playful mood that had been with him since the morning.

The two of you were enjoying a nice summer evening…inside...making pizza. Why? Because you were not in the resource to go out and Sharky said he was tired of takeout.

So the two of you came to an arrangement, you get to stay at home and Sharky doesn't need to order any food.

Cooking with Sharky was entertaining, mostly because he never knew what he was doing and you'd always be busy keeping an eye on him, making sure he didn't mess anything up.

In the background of your chaos Sharky's "Chill music" playlist was on, with the song 'Stolen Dance' currently playing, but barely anything was heard because of your screaming "SHARKY YOU IDIOT!"

"Hahahahaha!"

"Oh my god." You put the bowl down and turned to him, in disbelief of what he had just done "Give me that." You snatched the flour from his hand and put it back into the cupboard.

"You know we're gonna still need that?" He tried to suppress his crazy laughter.

You groan, rolling your eyes and taking the flour back out.

Well maybe you didn't have to, cause you were covered in it. Instead of "carefully sifting" as the instructions said, Sharky carelessly dumped it inside the bowl AGAIN, making you completely lose it.

"Sharky," you whine.

"Ok, ok, sorry I'll stop now."

You furrow your eyebrows at him.

"Hand on heart." He put his flour-covered hand on his chest.

"Oh my god." You groan "You're never allowed next to the flour."

"My bad." He innocently shows his teeth.

"Alrighty," you check the recipe on your phone "Flatten the dough...roll it..."

Sharky leaned over you, positioning his arms on the counter and trapping your between them, looking at what you were reading.

"Oil the tray...or parchment paper." He heard you mumble in concentration, which he thought was very cute. You were very cute. He smiled at his own thoughts, resting his head on your shoulder while you continued fussing over the recipe.

"Alright so we gotta-Sharky," you say sternly but with a smile "Cmon let's finish this."

"But you're so comfy." He playfully complains, wrapping his arms around you from behind, chin not leaving your shoulder.

"Oh my god Sharky." You watch as his dusty hands wrap around your waist, getting more flour everywhere.

You shake your head as you feel him begin to sway side to side.

"Sharkyyy," you nudge him in the ribs, and it works! He lets you go with an over exaggerated "Ow!" While you hurry to the dough.

"Tsk," he shakes his head "You're no fun."

"Yeah cause I'm starving you genius and you're not helping."

"I-Ah-Okay yeah fair enough." He nods.

You chuckle at his stuttering.

"Ok I'll stop if you're actually hungry."

"Oh how considerate of you." You say sarcastically.

"Yeah otherwise you'll end up eating me." He adds, making you break out into a series of giggles which contagiously passed onto him as he watched you laugh with heart eyes.

Ten minutes later the pizza was in the oven and the two of your were on the couch, lazily laying around doing nothing and waiting for the 'ding'.

"I'm so booored," Sharky stated, looking up at you from your lap.

"I'm tired."

"From what? You literally didn't do anything all day!" He exclaims.

"Of you."

"What?" He furrowed his eyebrows, not knowing if he should actually be hurt by that or not.

"I'm kidding." You look down at him with a grin.

"Not funny."

You shake your head before leaning down and planting a kiss on his lips.

"Where'd that come from?" He chuckled in surprise "…Do it again."

"No." You grin, straightening your back and leaning on the couch, leaving Sharky with nothing.

He was just about to voice his disappointment when he suddenly heard a faint but familiar melody.

"Oh my gosh!" He declares, jolting up, catching you off guard.

"What?"

"I haven't heard this song in so long! This must be my old playlist." He rushed over to the kitchen, turning up the volume on the speaker.

You peeped at him from the couch with a raised eyebrow as you heard Circles by Post Malone begin blasting through the house.

"COME DANCE WITH ME!" You barely heard Sharky yell over the music.

You shake your head, not feeling it.

He demonstratively rolls his eyes and droops his shoulder, before jogging over to you.

You watch him stand in front of you, moving his shoulders and singing "I couldn't be theeere!" He clenches his fists and slightly bends his knees while screwing his eyes shut "Even when I trieeed!"

You can't help but laugh at him.

"You don't believe iiiit!" He opens his eyes and glares right at you "We do this every time!" He swiftly jumps up and manages to grab ahold of your hand in the process, pulling you after him right where you didn't want to be minutes ago.

"Seasons change and our love went coooold!" He intertwines his fingers with yours, and sways his arms around as you watch, just to get you in the mood.

"Run away but we're running in circles!" He leans forward, face inches away from yours. You thought he was going to kiss you, but instead felt one of his hands let go and the other bring your arm over your head drawing a circle motion in the air, forcing you to spin.

You can't help but chuckle at Sharky's cheeky move as he continues to scream the lyrics of the song "Run away but we're running in circles, run away, run away- Cmon!"

The spin seemed to have somehow done a trick on you because the next thing you knew you were singing along to Posty's next verse. Maybe your expression wasn't the most pleasant (at first) as you pretended to have been "forced" by him, but with each word you kind of started to enjoy it.

Well to be frank, it was really hard not to enjoy it because of how excitedly Sharky was bouncing around you.

Even though the verse was calm, he still managed to jump up and down with every beat before joining in with you "You thought that is was spe-cial, spe-cial!"

"But it was just the sex though-"

"Sex though!" Sharky accompanimented you on the harmony.

"And I still hear the echoes-"

"The echoes!"

"I got a feeling that's it's time to let it go...Let it gooo," you felt a small surge of energy rush through you as the catchy beat drop swooped in.

"Seasons change and our love went cooold!" You both sang in unison.

A massive smile shone on Sharky's face as he watched you jump up and down in the most adorable way possible. And his heart completely melted when he felt both of your hands on his, encouraging to join in with the jumping, which obviously he did.

"Feed the flame cause we can't let it goooo!"

You both stopped in time for the "Run away but we're running in circles," As Sharky lifted his hand up and watched you twirl again "Run away, run away!"

As the melody continued on, the two of you had a mini unspoken dance battle, which you initiated with "worm arms". Sharky caught onto it with a Micheal Jackson spin and hand on his head making you crack up right on the spot.

"That was actually really good!" You point at his legs and laugh, earning an "I know" nod from Sharky. The mini dance battle came to a holt as you and Sharky prepared to sing the next emotionally-filled verse on high notes.

"Maybe you don't understand what I'm going throoouuughhhh, it's only me!" You point to yourself, trying to do movements that fit the lyrics "Whatchu got to loooose? Make up your mind, tell me what are you going throoouuugh?" You point to Sharky "It's only me- Let it goooooo!"

And as the chorus replayed you went back to the jumping, holding each others hands and yelling the lyrics. Of course you both knew it was silly, maybe even cheesy or childish but the energy that Posty's music had was unstoppable and you both were having the time of your lives.

Sharky had hearts in his eyes, knowing that you were enjoying yourself and enjoying his company, he could feel that exact warm fuzzy feeling inside him that is sometimes described as "butterflies" but to him it was more than that, something bigger.

"-Run away but we're running in circles," this time you raised Sharky's hand up, indicating for him to spin, and as he did you had to jump up to make sure he'd fit under your arm.

You laughed at the way he had to bend down while twirling, just barely making it through.

As the song came to an end the pair of you were out of breathe and laughing while still holding onto each others hands.

You continued to giggle as Sharky reached for the speaker, turning it off.

"Do you think we missed the pizza?" He panted.

You shrug, shaking your head and looking at the oven "Oh no wait we did." You walked over and opened the small glass door, steam rising as you did so.

"Yep. It's done." You fully open the oven, waiting for the tray to cool down a little.

"That was fun wasnt it?" Sharky leaned on the counter and tilted his head with a smile on his face.

"Yeah...it was...a little." You add slyly, squinting at him.

"A little?" Sharky exclaimed with a chuckle "You should've seen yourself a minute ago."

"Yeah, yeah, okay." You shrug.

"We should make pizza more often." He walked over and leaned onto you, wrapping his hands around your waist from behind while you continued to stare at the pizza.

"Hm?" He nuzzled into your cheek to try and get a response from you.

"Yeah ok don't over do it," you smirk, turning your head to him and placing a chaste kiss on his lips "Let me eat before you start pissing me off again."

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

[angelsnkisses]

thinking about softdom!danny cooper <3

A/N: everyone's so adamant that he's a sub (no judgement here, i love me some sub!dan 😩) but oh my god i can't stop thinking about how he would be the sweetest dom.

💟 nsfw - mdni 💟

warnings: softdom!danny, sub!gn!reader, unprotected sex, overstimulation, biting, creampie

• softdom!danny, who praises and praises you like no other. it's mostly for your pleasure, but that doesn't mean it doesn't turn him on, too.. in fact, he lives for the way you get all flustered at his compliments, the way you tighten around him with every gentle coo of sweet encouragement, the way you whine and moan for him and only him, all of it.

"you feel so good, darling. so, so good,"

• softdom!danny, who loves overstimulating you until you blubber and cry for him to slow down. he's nothing but sweet the whole time, but that doesn't mean he's necessarily fair. no, he's anything but. he knows your body even better than you do, and he knows exactly how to have you practically screaming into the pillows in no time. he thoroughly enjoys fucking you dumb, molding you into a melty, crying mess.

"come on, angel.. one more for me. just one more? there you go.."

• softdom!danny, who has a bit of a biting problem. he can't help it, he loves how you jerk at the sudden pain, how your surprised yelp will warp itself into a blissed moan. he'll sink his teeth into your thighs while he's giving you head, though it's never hard enough to break the skin. more often than not you'll find faint, crescent-shaped bruises on the supple surface the morning after.

"was that me? oh.. whoops. okay, okay, i'm sorry!"

(he's not)

• softdom!danny, who's allll hands when it comes to you. he can't keep them to himself, and believe me, you rarely want him to. he'll always have a firm grip on your hips, your thighs, your ass, your wrists, your chest, your neck, everywhere. best believe he showers you with praise while he's touching you, too. calling you his perfect slut, telling you how soft you are, how warm you feel.. he's very vocal, and he loves when you are, too.

"let me hear you, just like that.. you sound so pretty, baby,"

• softdom!danny, who talks you through it. he'll flip his voice to a low, comforting hum, putting his lips at your ear so he's all you can focus on. well, aside from the mind-blowing pleasure he gives you. i can literally hear his cooing, shaky voice HELP ME.

"it's too much? oh, honey, you can take it. shh, c'mon.."

"doing so good for me, hm?"

• softdom!danny, who whimpers.. a lot. need an audio-visual? watch intruders. he gets especially vocal when he's close to finishing, his voice getting gradually more wobbly until he's almost as much of a mess as you are. he'll hold you tight, his head falling forward and his eyes fluttering shut as he tries to get you to your release before he gets to his.

"gonna cum? yeah, come on, cum for me,"

"so fucking pretty, my pretty slut, f- oh, fuck,"

• softdom!danny, who babbles praises and 'i love you' over and over when he fills you up. either that, or he smashes his lips to yours in a messy, desperate kiss, swallowing up your mirrored moans greedily. he can't help but push himself as deep as he can, his rooted desire to watch his cum leak out of you fueling his fire like no other. he loves it, though he won't actually admit it..

"that's it, you take me so well.. mmhm, you do,"

• softdom!danny, who is the KING of aftercare. anything you need, consider it done. you want some tea, cuddling, and a movie? of course, anything for his sweet angel. you want some space to listen to music or take a shower? absolutely, he'll be waiting for you when you're done. one thing about danny is he loves you, and he'll do anything he can to show you just how much <3.

[jamiesfootball]

apologies if this has been asked/answered/referenced somewhere i haven't seen but where did the title for 'oh god, you're gonna get it (you have not been given love)' come from??? every time i see/read it i feel like i've read something inherently profound. if you came up with it you're even more of a poet and a genius than reading the fic had led me to believe - which was a lot lol (seriously it's so good, literally how???????????????????? i feel like this title is haunting me and the fic has definitely caused some level of brain rot)

THANK YOU FOR SAYING IT GAVE YOU BRAIN ROT. I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO FLATTERED.

The closest I have come to talking bout the title is here but at that point the title was still redacted on my posts so I'd say that barely counts!

So this is going to be long. Do try to bear with me, I've done my best.

The title is pieced together from two different song lyrics, but I think I did an excellent job in both picking a title that echoes the themes AND in smushing it together to make something new.

Oh god you're gonna get it is from Florence + The Machine's 'Girls Against God', which is one of those songs that came on when I was deep in the blorbo feels and they imprinted on the song so now that song just is a Roy Kent song to me, with many parts of it speaking to the vibe I wanted to bring into this fic. The quiet helplessness, the barely restrained incandescent rage -- all set against tragic, mundane life.

What I love most about this part of the title is that it's so loaded with meaning. Because 'oh god you're gonna get it' can read as 'oh god, you will understand'. Is it reassurance? Is it telling someone that it's okay if you're confused and lost now, because in the future they will understand?

Is it foreshadowing? Is it a warning? 'Oh enjoy you're obliviousness and confusion now, because one day it will make sense and you will understand. Oh god, will you ever understand.'

Then we have the part of the song that contains the title:

Oh God, you're gonna get it You'll be sorry that you messed with us

And here it becomes a threat of violence, and echo of rage acting against outside forces.

So that's part 1 of the title.

The nested part of the title, the part in parenthesis, is 'you have not been given love' by A Balladeer. Now, this song is more vibes than lyrics, though it does have some echoing ideas towards Jamie regarding generational trauma. That mixed with the lamenting tonality with which it's sung made this one really stick out.

Well, that and the fact that the title is repeated no less than sixteen fucking times. You can see why it was stuck in my head, yes?

Again, though, the lyric when taken at face-value feels loaded with meaning. On the one hand, it's someone recognizing, 'oh, I understand now. there have been circumstances in your life that have brought you to were you are now, and how you are able to perceive love has been directly affected by how you have not received it before.' But then it's also saying 'hey, those things you lived through, those things that other people gave you. those weren't love. you know that right?' And finally it's an understanding about someone, 'oh, you are an unfed thing. you do not know what love is, because you have never been given it'

Even if you take each part of the song piecemeal, with each section representing a different character, you end up with a fascinating tension. But if we combine the two we get this reverberation between the getting and the given. 'You will get', and nested with it 'you have not been given'. You will get your understanding (that you have not been given love). Oh god you will understand (that you are an unloved thing). You will make them pay (for they did not give you love). And most importantly

Oh god you're gonna to get (the love you were not given)

[rad-rat-with-a-tophat]

day 6 of @thetheatergremlin's boyf riends week, technically. I'm sorry this is late. whoops

✨hoodie✨

Michael was absolutely not crushing on his best friend right now. Not at all, in fact, he was completely and totally calm.

Yeah that was a lie, a huge giant lie.

Michael was very much crushing on his best friend right now, and it was all one Jeremy Heere's fault.

The thing is, Jeremy was freezing all day every day. He had the internal heating system of a refrigerator. So when Jeremy had come over for an impromptu sleepover at Michael's fault and forgotten one of his many, many, cardigans, he started complaining non-stop about being cold.

And because Michael was an amazing friend who happened to be a 'living heater' in Jeremy's words, he gave him his hoodie.

Michael was currently regretting this decision, because it was 2 am and Jeremy was draped across Michael's lap like a cat, red hoodie swamping his skinny, twig, body. He was positively fucking adorable with his hair messed up, feet falling off the beanbag on side of Michael and head pressed into the beanbag on his other side.

It was thankfully Friday, so they could stay up as long as they wanted. However, they had both woken early for school and were now thoroughly out of it. The only thing that prevented them from falling asleep was the fact that they were two stubborn teenage boys who simply didn't want to sleep so they wouldn't.

"Michael," Said Jeremy's groggy voice, smushed into the beanbag they were both on, "What the fuck are we watching right now?"

Michael stopped staring at Jeremy in all his cuddly glory for a moment to look at the TV in front of them.

"Yeah I don't know,"

"Can you turn it off? I'm too comfortable to move,"

Michael looked down at the boy in his lap, "You are literally just a cat, you know that right?"

"Sure, can you turn off the tv though?"

"Anything for you Jere-Bear," Michael cooed.

Jeremy groaned and Michael could see the faint blushing rising up the back of his neck.

He's so cute when he blushes, Michael thought, Wait shit, now is not the time to hopelessly pine over your best friend. Because that is all you'll ever be. Best friends.

"Michael, are you gonna turn off the tv or not?" Jeremy asked, twisting himself to glare, blue eyes squinting in an accusing manner.

Oh my god he's literally so pretty for no reason like oh my god, Michael rambled in his head, gently pushing Jeremy off him to get the remote from where it was by the tv and turn it off.

When Michael turned back to the beanbag he was met with a rumpled Jeremy sitting crisscross like a fucking cat with Michael's hoodie, ten times to large, hanging off his frame. He was peering at him with half-asleep eyes, but nonetheless he was analyzing Michael for something.

"Uhh, Jeremy?" Michael said, frozen in place, thoughts and worries going through his head a mile a minute.

Fuck. Did he figure out I like him? Shit! Is he disgusted by me? Is he gonna say that I'm a creep and he doesn't want to be friends with me? Because he should, I'm such a fuc-

"You're really pretty," Said Jeremy, staring straight at Michael.

"O-Oh, I am?" Michael stuttered. All that was going through his head right now was the real life equivalent of a key smash.

Jeremy nodded, then started making grabbing hands at Michael, "Come here, I need to do something real quick,"

Michael obliged and stepped towards him, forcing his mind to block any thoughts that weren't completely platonic.

Jeremy stuck out his hands, grabbed Michael's face, and planted a messy kiss right on his lips.

Jeremy nodded at the sight of Michael's crimson face. "I'm gonna sleep now," He said, stifling a yawn and collapsing into the beanbag.

"O-okay, you do that Jeremy," Said Michael, "Wait, are you gonna sleep in my hoodie?"

Jeremy made an incoherent noise and snuggled himself further into the hoodie, too tired to care about how his back would feel the next morning.

Michael looked down at him, Damn you are whipped Michael, he thought to himself before picking up Jeremy's surprisingly light in his arms and carrying him to Michael's bedroom.

[tsuki-sennin]

Okaeri, Sabi-senpai :)

Anyhoo, WOOOOOOOOOO SUPER GOTCHARD

BRO THIS IS SO LIT OH MY GOD

THAT'S WHY HE'S THE GOOOOAT

-Hello, Goat-aro.

-...Oh, that's actually a good pun. I'm gonna hold that in my back pocket.

-Dinosaur~!

-HE'S EATING PEOPLE

-Oh shit, crimbus

-Hoppa pa~! Hoppa pa~!

-Christmas Gotcha!

-Oh fuck, Kudoh

-Oh don't worry Rinne. If you lived in America, you'd see them come up on November 1st.

-Ahhhhh, planning ahead.

-Well, you don't know! Lotsa people love a good peking duck Christmas.

-Renge-oneesan...

-Wanna come eat dinner? :3

-Ohhhhh, I see...

-Day off time~!

-Free the Hopper

-To the lake with us.

-Oh, hey man.

-"The fuck...?"

-Oh god, dinosaurs, it's the revenge of Revice.

-"That kid's really messing you up, huh Rinne-san?"

-Rinne... :(

-Ohhhhh, Hotaro... :(

-You poor kids.

-They're gonna have to deal with X-Rex later too :(

-Oh, now

-Level 10~!

-"Ohhhhh coool! Dinosaurs~! I wanna hug him~!"

-"You'll be hugging his colon in five minutes if you're not careful."

-"Civilization~!"

-Hi Spanner.

-I see the Alchemist Guild is still acting hella sus.

-Sawa

-Oh, you're

-Definitely unrelated, don't mind me little lady.

-I really like your outfit, it's super cute and comfy looking.

-Are we getting rival magazines?

-Cryptozoology~!

-Unfortunately a field littered with pseudoscience and sensationalist television, but definitely no less legitimate a science in the Kamen Rider verse than alchemy.

-Oh hi, Spanner.

-"Come fight me, you vermin."

-"Gladl- wh- hey!"

-"I called dibs~! Remember~?"

-Oh hell yeah, Lachesis Rider.

-I see Dread's power doesn't affect them negatively at all. As expected.

-"Oh no you don't, Kurogane Spanner~!"

-GIRL???????

-...oh man, now I'm completely enamored.

-God, Valvarad's just getting Worfed left and right. ...it's like the second coming of G3.

-...Hikawa, I'm so sorry.

-Oh my god, she blows a kiss.

-"You can keep your shitty wrench sword, we want Kamen Rider's belt."

-The internet is dominated with talks about the Kamen Rider~!

-OH MY GOD, HE ATE HIM

-Cut! Drag! Paste!

-That's our Kamen Rider for you.

-Oh..... a photograph...

-We're Bowser's Inside Story now.

-Literal Vore.

-Ohhh....

-Pops....

-A beautiful dream...

-Okay, while Chemies numbered 1-9 can be forcibly merged by human malice, Level 10 Chemies instead have the capacity to choose what they seek out.

-I wonder if that's how X-Wizard drives the plot in the movie?

-Ohhhh... Sawa-chan...

-Y-you don't know that! He could've gotten eaten by X-Rex and dropped it!

-"What the hell man, no! I'm not gonna lie about my beloved dinosaurs!"

-He was so desperate to keep it together...

-Ohhhhhhh, nooooo, Manabe-san... :(

-Noooooooo :((((

-Give the man hope :)

-"Kudoh Rinne. I'm gonna smash your bug boyfriend into paste."

-X-Rex wants to know....

-"Come eat me instead~!"

-Manabe-san's had quite a wild day. First he has a depression walk over his journalistic integrity, then he gets eaten by a dinosaur, then he's stuck wallowing over his poor daughter, and now this kid's inviting him to probe his mind.

-WHAAAAAAT????

-EXCUSE ME?????

-WHERE THAT HOPPER COME FROM????

-Gotcha get???

-UFO-X... we made a friend :)

-Croissant~!

-And now he's an alien.

-Zoop~!

-"Child murder~! My favorite hobby~!"

"Fucking finally. I've been waiting all goddamn month for this!"

-OHHHHHHHH FUUUUCK CLOTHO TIME

-...y'know, looking at Dread's design, it can be quite feminine.

-"This form's ours, you little shit. Of course we do it better."

-Hi X-Rex :)

-Gonna leave us off on a cliff hanger, eh?

-Ohhhhh, I don't mind! I got a lot of what I wanted from this run of episodes, so... I can only hope Clotho gets to cause all the carnage she wants even with Hotaro trouncing her.

-Oh shit, Rinne/Atropos duel, X-Wizard cameo, and form debut battle?

-Going a mile a minute next week!

-KAJIKI SERVES?????

-The legends are true...

-No wonder Kaguya made him his butler in the A.R. World.

[kakusboyfriend]

O-kay whatever I'm gonna do mini lore dumps for some of my DC guys bc I'm bored. Read or readn't but I need to get the thoughts out somehow

• I don't believe Citrus and Red were married until *After* the Rise of the Tornado Tyrant episode, where Citrus' redemption arc truly begins after saving Roy (tornado champion/tyrant whatever I think the names r stupid) from himself. However that is also the catalyst for a huge strain in their relationship that lasts a bit offscreen because That was your Child and he Loved you. Both Red and Citrus really need a time out after that whole mess. Oh also Citrus really fucking hates Bruce after it and threatens to kill him if he ever gets close to his family again and that's my excuse for Red's abrupt disappearance (aside from him retiring as a hero) LOL. You'd have to watch the EP to really get it but yeah it changes a whole lot of things for my little weird family.

• Cupid is a weird little guy because I'm still working out how I want the Star Sapphires to work, since I'm very aromantic and the thought of Romantic Love as a constant in the human psyche makes me violent. I think the ring feeds off of positive feelings of comfort and (any kind of) love to give the user strength so it's encouraged that whoever's relationship youre mending, you should get close to that person to help them out even more. Both Indigos and Sapphires r rehab groups basically but one is made of Patients and the other is made of Therapists. If that makes any sense? They're twinsies because love and compassion are very similar + they're very close in the spectrum anyways. All of this to say, Cupid and Rudy work best bc they feed off of each other but they're normal about it. This is a very new thing I'm trying to integrate into their story bc i came up with it, like, Yesterday.

• Bruno is the most skittish weird guy you'll ever meet and his whole thing is about how sometimes there isn't an out for ppl that don't look like they're supposed to, even if they're not inherently evil. Like, he can't Mask who he is and he's not going to live in the shadows about it. If his existence is seen as a twisted state of being, living unapologetically as himself will be looked down upon one way or another - so he'd rather be with people everyone else fucking hates. He's the most autistic bitch I've ever written bc of how he was raised and is perceived + chooses to act (I don't mask anymore now that I'm in my 20s and it's a joy + being queer in a world that thinks you're depraved bc of it). He's not a villain by Choice by any means, but he has more fun hanging out with outcasts than with "good guys". He's a petty thief, not a monster, but god if he isn't going to put his whole pussy into being a weird bitch.

• oh Voltera... Darling, I'm so sorry. This guy was orphaned from a young age and his parents were Not from earth and didn't know anyone there by the time they died + their families had fully ostracized them back home. In truth Alesan weasels take the "it takes a village to raise a child" thing to heart, so a kit being left alone is heartbreaking. Plus, it means Voltera is barely aware of why he does certain things that weren't explained to him growing up, and it made him very immature and weird. He was generally considered "too much to handle" in any foster home he was sent to (because literally no one knew how to raise him. It's literally like getting an energetic pet you're not ready for - there's Going to be biting, and you're Going to be frustrated) and eventually just becomes a street urchin trying desperately to fit in with anyone his age. Mekt is semi sorta in the same position by being a weird loser no one really likes, so they make good friends from the start bc of it. I'm so normal about them.

• Alborean. God I haven't really touched on him here but he's the most Sure of himself out of any of my losers. There isn't even anything tragic going on with him, he just does what he does because he Wants to do it. He's the bastard son of the former Doppelganger emperor/whatever so he has immense potential for being an edgy loser (Citrus killed him off or something, but he's dethroned by the time Alborean comes to earth one way or another. Plus he was an illegitimate child and his dad didn't want shit to do with him, it would be So easy for me to write him as desperate and brooding) but he's incredibly self sufficient instead. He's the only guy I'll bring into Batman Beyond I think, and he's Essential to saving Victor from death because oh my god that sucked so bad.

• Winona

Kidding, but Winona is the same species as my other sona, Kit Karyotype (Marvel S/I) and closely related to Eudicot Sangria's (Futurama S/I) species. The major difference is that Anguipera Venenata have relatively normal eating habits and actively hunt for prey with venom or brute strength while Anguipera Amedo eat a huge meal once every month or so and are far less aggressive. Still working on how Winona gets with Scott and Barda but I'll get there one day.

• I wrote a huge thing for orchard but accidentally deleted it and I'm too tired to do it all over again. Sorry! That one was the biggest and had the most thought put into it. One day I'll come back I'm just so fucking mad rn

[tragedykery]

WHEN I DECIDED TO WAGE HOLY WAR AND IT LOOKED VERY MUCH LIKE STARING AT MY BEDROOM FLOOR BUT OH GOD YOU'RE GONNA GET IT YOU'LL BE SORRY THAT YOU MESSED WITH ME AND I KNOW I MAY NOT LOOK LIKE MUCH JUST ANOTHER SPECK OF DUST BUT OH GOD YOU'RE GONNA GET IT YOU'LL BE SORRY THAT YOU MESSED WITH US BUT ITS GOOD TO BE ALIVE CRYING INTO CEREAL AT MIDNIGHT BUT OH GOD YOU'RE GONNA GET IT YOU'LL BE SORRY THAT YOU MESSED WITH US

the way I had this song on repeat like a week ago…literally soososo good

[attonitos-gloria]

18, 36, 58 for the spotify wrapped?

aaahh HELLO FRIEND <3 thank you for this ask.

18. 'Alright', by Keaton Henson. When I tell you I only listen to sad songs you think I'm joking!?!! I am not!!!

36. 'Foreigner' by Jordan Mackampa. Ahh, that was one of theee most songs of this year. I spent so much time this year writing/reading in English that I hadn't realized how this... kind of gets to your brain? like, the barrier of language sometimes? because language is not just pragmatic communication, it's also a sort of way of interacting and reading and understanding the world [see: Arrival] and I think writing and reading and listening songs basically in English this year [as demonstrated by all the songs in my spotify wrapped] absolutely changed the way I thought about things. English is a very pragmatic language! Of course his experience living in London all his life but being a Congolese by birth and speaking French as a first language is much more intense than mine, but I don't know, when I first heard the song I couldn't stop listening to it. 'I seemed to find my way around these complicated foreign sounds, but had no-one had told me there would be all of these changes'.... Sorry for rambling. Jordan's voice is so beautiful.

58. 'Girls against God', by Florence and the Machine, hahahah the spiritual crisis never ends! Thank you flo. it's literally the title of my blog so you can see how she's woven her golden strings onto my heart! when i decided to wage holy war, it looked very much like staring at my bedroom floor: but oh god, you're gonna get it, you'll be sorry that you messed with me. what an insane thing to write. also the last seconds of this song are almost an entire horror novel in three lines?! 'dance fever' is a great album, flo is great.

[two-red-lungs]

Hey I loved your Marko headcannons 🖤 Do you have some nsfw headcannons about tall dark and handsome Dwayne?

(Bursts through the door like the Kool-Aid man) OH DO I EVER!!! Listen I love Paul and Marko and David, they are my blorbos, my boyfriends, but DWAYNE. I would PROPOSE to him. Husband material.

TLB Dwayne NSFW Headcanons

Okay, let's get the basics out of the way. Sex is gonna be rough, occasionally aggressive, and potentially deadly but hey?? If you wanna fuck a vampire that comes with the territory

Out of all the boys, he and David are probably the hardest to bed TBH

Where as Paul will throw himself at anybody, Dwayne kind of looks down his nose at a lot of humans. There are not a lot of people up to his 'standards' and he's pretty jaded about mortals in general

Because "they all die in the end, anyway."

But if you catch his interest? Oh no baby I am so sorry you're gonna need a wheelchair by the time he's done with you

Insanely intense. Ridiculous amount of patience, fucking phenomenal self-control (sexually, hunting is a whole other deal), the stamina of a goddamn greek god (and the abs of one lmaooo)

Breeder. Breeding kink for days especially if you're a woman. This man will fill you and keep you as full of his cum as you'll let him

Extends to cockwarming. He adores it. Loves feeling you squirming on his cock, devolving into a begging mess asking him to just move

All about the timeline: Dwayne doesn't have a lot of sex but when he does, it's an all-night event. It's a whole thing. Bring water.

He's very big and very strong and he will use it. Enjoys pinning/bending/folding his partners. Wall sex is a fave. Expect to be held up by nothing but his arm strength at some point.

Definitely a dom. I usually think most men are a mix of dom and sub but not this guy. The most submissive he'll get is power-bottoming and letting you ride him cowgirl-style, but even then he's got a handful of your hair in his grip and he's purring

Speaking of noises, not super vocal. Like Marko, he's more animal than man in the sack. Growls, purrs, snarls, hums.

Has a daddy kink because of the breeding kink

He's meh about exhibitionism and public sex. I mean, he WILL fuck you in public, but he'll fuck you anywhere because he does not give a shit. For him sex is more about what he's doing to you, not the environment.

Enjoys emotional sex: angry sex and makeup sex especially

I have great/terrible news. Dwayne's nickname is "horsecock" because he's hung like a stallion. Like that thing is a monster. If you're under 5 feet tall you'll die

The amount of prepwork needed??? For that beast??? Insane. Real talk sometimes he'll have to fist-fuck his partners to get them ready

Master of eyesex. He'll just lean back against a wall far away, and pin you with a stare so intense you're sweating and blushing

BIG fan of multiple orgasms. He'll dedicate entire hours to it, just to see how many he can wring out of someone. His record is eleven.

While Paul is Laddie's best friend, Dwayne does most of the actual parenting: so if Laddie needs literally anything, sorry, sex is getting rescheduled

Can fluster people really easily. He's just big and dark and silent, but his touch will legit set you on fire. Always seems to know exactly where to touch someone

Grazing fingers behind your neck, dragging knuckles up the inside of your thigh on the boardwalk, etc. You are HELPLESS you are WHIPPED for him in 10 seconds

He and Paul actually do a lot of honeypotting for the gang

Not a big fan of oral. Prefers penetrative sex and it absolutely shows: his thrust/hip snap technique is 👌. Can find a G-spot like a goddamn metal detector

Favorite thing is turning his partner into blabbering, drooling, exhausted putty in his hands. A different sort of sadist than Marko. He wants it to feel so good it hurts and you're crying for mercy

Loves partners begging. LOVES it.

Dwayne is an ass man. I will not elaborate

Out of all the boys, the line between hunting and fucking is the most clear for him. You always run the risk of dying, bedding a vampire, but you're safest with him

David likes to get rough in the bedroom and so does Dwayne, but in different ways. David likes to slap, and Dwayne likes to crush. Likes a nice hand on your throat, or putting all his weight on you as he fucks down into you, watching you struggle to breathe under the force

He's one of the strongest vampires, so you will be bruised. Anywhere he grabs you, bruised. Ass? bruised. Neck? Bruised. Cervix? Sorry bestie that's bruised too. Buy some ice packs.

TL:DR a very hard man to bag, and if you do, expect to get folded like a greeting card and have your organs rearranged for three straight hours until you're stuffed like an eclair. If, somehow, you manage to still walk afterwards, don't ask for a phone number. He doesn't want you to contact him again: not unless he's fallen in love with you. And that hasn't happened in three hundred years.

[cognitosclowns]

okay but hear me out

face sitting with Andre/Brett

brett would probably cream his pants at you even asking to do it and andre would be over the moon dude.

bretts probably one to moan whine while doing it, pulling you close to his face by your hips (FORCE HIM TO MAKE EYE CONTACT WITH YOU 💥💥).

andre would be like way too enthusiastic about it?? like this boy is EAGER. he'd encourage you to start grinding on his tongue sighs dreamily. definitely likes to be suffocated by your thighs

HOHOHOHOOOOOOOO YOU HAVE THE BIGGEST BRAIN I AM THROTTLING THE AIRRR

NSFT BELOW , MINORS DNI

ANDRE

EAGER DOESN'T BEGIN TO DESCRIBE IT

SIT on his face, if he catches you trying to hover he will actively ynak you down until you're seated. Weight doesn't matter, his mom didn't raise a coward. He wants to Positively Drown. If his jaw and neck aren't killing him at the end

Similarly, he's definitely gonna urge you to grind/bounce your hips on his mouth <333 he

The sloppiest, wettest noises in the UNIVERSE. Smth about the combination of scent, taste, and overall excitement has this man drooling like a fountain. It's gonna be dripping.

Also? clawing at your thighs - he has no nails so there won't be any marks, but,,,,,,, he just gets vv into it <3

SMTH I CAN SEE BOTH OF THEM DOING??? Thrusting into the air. Andre does it bc,, The Taste (tm) works him stupid, and,, he gets a bit too excited. Also he craves Stimulation of any kind smdnsd.

If you decide to lean back and wrap your hand around his cock??? He's gonna fuck your fist like he needs it to survive.

AND YOU KNOW HE'S ALL ABOUT THOSE CONTRASTING SENSATIONSSSS <3333 Tug his hair?? Pet his stomach and thighs?? Run your thumbs along his face?? <3 you're gonna see those feet twisting

He can't really talk when you cum but,, you'll definitely hear some adoring, eager, "mm-hm <3333" coaxing you to cum on his tongue

BRETT

Where andre is,,,, vv chaoting with face sitting, Brett is a lot more slow

He treats this shit like a meal - his lips + tongue are so wet it just kinda,, melds into one sensation??

He's very,, purposeful and loving with every movement <33 it really is just,, Body Worship Plus. Extremely,, passionate <3333 He pays close attention to the stuff that makes you moan or gasp so,, expect some very nice orgasms.

plural, bc he'll genuinely go as long as you want without a single complaint smdnsd. Doesn't matter if it takes you a while to cum, he's got plenty of time for you <3

Oh this man is cumming in his pants <3 possibly a few times. Sorry but feeling you gush on his tongue when he does smth right?? He literally doesn't stand a chance

You hear him getting all Gasping and for a sec you think he's struggling to breathe, but when you try to raise up he instinctively yanks you back down???

It's only when you notice him,, yknow,, grinding against the air that it kinda hits <3

he's gonna cream his jeans no matter what, but if you want him moaning against you, give him smth to grind against!!! Esp like,, very gently caressing his bulge with your hand?? <333 goddd he pops so fast w/ gentle, loving caresses <333

He's gonna try to continue while he cums but,, it's mostly gonna be very shaky moans and some sporadic licks. He picks up right after his peak tho!!

<333 he might start begging against you when you're close. HE DOESN'T EVEN REALIZE HE'S DOING IT TBH smdnsd he just,,,, seeing your eyes go all hazy while you look down at him???

You stg he's dying when you cum bc,, his whole body siezes up for a second?? <333 he's a mess

GOD I LOVE MY LADS <33333 GRKKRKGRKKG <3333 TYSM FOR THIS ASK, BEST WAY TO WAKE UP. LMK IF YOU HAD SMTH ELSE IM MIND!!

[rendevousz]

not a secret anymore

natasha romanoff x fem!teen!reader

summary: nat reveals a secret to the public when your class takes a learning journey to the tower.

requested: yes

warnings: might come off as half assed writing because this probably is one of my worst works i'm so sorry 😭😭

word count: 1681

notes: i'm so sorry i haven't been writing much, i've recently just gotten extremely busy so i had no time to sit down and write (this one was literally written between all the short breaks i had 😫) and i have a few requests piling up so i hope you guys can understand if they come later <3

"hi, y/n!" ally, an agent, greeted you as you, along with your classmates, walked through the east wing hallway of the tower. your classmates—except for peter, ned and mj— turned to look at you with confused looks.

your class was having a learning journey at the avengers tower and you had contemplated on calling in sick to avoid people who worked in the tower acknowledging you around your classmates.

you were actually an avenger—yeah, crazy—, having been rescued during one of the many avengers' hostage rescue missions few years ago. you were able to single-handedly take down a few of your captors, hence why the team took interest in you then.

now, though you had been trained enough, they decided to keep you a secret in order to protect you. lord knows how many people would try hurt you if they ever found out the avengers had a new, teenage recruit. peter was technically still safe as his alter-ego is masked so you had no choice but to only go on missions that weren't in the public eye.

you also lived in the tower so the agents and staff were undoubtedly familiar with you, some even friends with you, just like ally, who had just passed by with a wave of her hand at you before turning the corner.

"did that lady just acknowledge you?" an annoying voice spoke from beside you in a mocking tone. you gulped, not wanting to respond to flash's irrelevant question.

"hey, loser, i'm talking to you," he nudged your arm with his elbow and you held the urge to grab it and flip his whole body upside down. it's not like you couldn't—you had the skills, obviously— but it's the fact that you didn't want to get in trouble for that.

you ended up keeping quiet, like you always did whenever the boy taunted you. peter taught you to do just that. if it were up to you, flash's stupid face wouldn't even dare to show itself in front of you anymore.

speaking of peter, he was nowhere to be seen by now. you internally rolled your eyes. it had only been two minutes and they were already gone. peter was probably showing them around the place. you had no idea how your teacher didn't notice the three of them missing from your group. you were so going to kill them for ditching you and leaving you alone when they knew they were your only friends. they were also the reason why flash still had his head to this day because they'd stop you from doing anything rash. now you weren't sure if flash would be safe from your fury.

"you probably work here as a cleaner on the weekends or something, huh? that's the only way people here would know you," flash jeered. you let out a breath, trying to control your anger towards the boy.

you rolled your eyes, opting to deliberately ignore his insults and walk away instead, hoping you'll bump into those three idiots of friends of yours.

"did you just ignore me?" flash asked incredulously, as if it was a crime to ignore his annoying ass. he pulled you back by your back collar, effectively halting you in your spot.

by instinct, you grabbed his hand that was on your collar, twisting it and turning his whole body around, pinning him against the wall with his twisted arm pressed against his back. it happened in just two seconds which totally caught flash off guard, the boy groaning in pain as he begged you to let him free.

you could hear a series of gasps from all around you and you internally groaned. this is why you always ignored flash's taunting. you didn't want to attract attention to yourself and have people wonder how you could defend yourself so well. but flash just had to provoke you. especially here, out of all places.

"what's going on here?" you heard a familiar voice ask and you sighed.

"oh my gosh! it's the black widow!"

"miss romanoff!"

"oh my gosh, i'm gonna need to get a picture for my mum later, she's gonna freak out!"

you stepped away from flash, releasing him as he dramatically kept rubbing at his arm. as if you even put that much pressure. flash smirked, seeing this as a chance to complain about you to an official avenger.

"this girl right here," flash points an accusing finger at you with a glare, like he wasn't just practically begging for his life twenty seconds ago. "attacked me."

you rolled your eyes, unamused. "i hardly attacked him." you told nat. the woman turned to you, an eyebrow raised as she gave you a knowing look. "this...?" she trailed off and you nodded, knowing what she was insinuating. you'd told her about flash one too many times for her not to immediately figure out who he is from a crowd of students.

"flash thompson. heard a lot about you," she turned to the boy. flash's face lit up, thinking he must've made a name for himself or something that even the black widow knew him. little did he know he did, but not for good reasons.

"i would prefer if you stop messing with y/n/n." nat gave him a sharp look and that grin was immediately wiped off his face. "i– y/n/n?" he stuttered, confused that the natasha romanoff is calling you by a nickname.

"you do know she can kick your ass if she wanted to, right? she's been silent all this while because she didn't want to hurt you but you just never seem to learn, huh?" nat took slow, calculated steps towards him until she was towering over him.

"she doesn't need anyone to protect her because she's fully capable of that but i'm just here to warn you, kid, that she, is not to be meddled with. i'm saying this for your own good, flash thompson. she's capable of much worse than whatever she just did to you. so if i hear you messing around with her or any of her friends," she pauses before continuing with a whisper. "i'll close one eye on whatever she wants to do with you."

you wished you could've taken a picture of the dead scared look on flash's face; it was priceless. you turned to nat once she stepped away from him and she put an arm around your shoulder, leading you both away from the watching crowd.

"i–i'm sorry, miss romanoff," you could hear one of your teachers say and nat stopped, effectively stopping you too as she had you in her hold. "but miss y/l/n is on a learning journey with us and she'll miss the tour of the tower if she leaves with you. we'll be discussing a lot regarding this trip in class and she won't understand what we talk about if she misses this tour. i hope you understand." he spoke nervously.

"with all due respect, y/n's seen the whole tower already," she smiles at him but you could tell it was fake. "even the avengers' residential floors which are closed to the public and most employees of the tower."

your teacher looked at her wide-eyed, mouth open but nothing coming out. nat smiles a fake one once again. "now if you'll excuse us, the both of us have avenger duties to attend to."

gasps could be heard all around you and in the midst of it all, your best friends came back and you made eye contact with them, all of them having the same shocked look on their face.

"avenger duties?! nat, what are you doing?!" you whisper-yelled at the woman who seemed to be enjoying the reactions of your classmates and teachers.

"y/n!" peter ran over to you, your other friends following suit. "oh, um hi miss romanoff," he greets shyly. "thanks a lot, guys, look what happened." you spoke sarcastically, rolling your eyes at them. nat proceeded to drag you away from your friends and the last thing you saw was them mouthing apologies and you half-heartedly mouthing to them back that it was fine.

"relax, y/n/n, the public were about to find out soon anyways." nat said nonchalantly. "what?!" you exclaimed once you two were in a different hallway.

"yeah, you're gonna have press this weekend for this. we're gonna officially announce you to the world as an avenger." she once again says nonchalantly, as if this wasn't the first time you were hearing this. "wait, wait, wait, seriously?" you asked in disbelief. no one had told you anything.

"yeah, i—ohh yeah, you don't know yet," nat remembers and you give her an unimpressed look. she wasn't usually this dumb; she only showed this side of her to you. "sorry, i uh, yeah.. i was supposed to come get you for this. meeting with fury and the rest, yknow?" she tells you and you nodded slowly, taking in the information.

"but tell me it didn't feel good that you got to do that to flash," the woman states excitedly and you playfully rolled your eyes at her. "you got to do something. i'm practically an empty threat to him," you stated matter-of-factly.

"not after this weekend you're not. he'll be afraid of you after. that's what you get for being a smelly bully." you couldn't help the little smile on your face. she really sounded like a child right now and it was adorable.

"alright, natty, whatever you say. let's go before fury releases his fury." you look at her hopefully, waiting for her to laugh at your joke which she responded with an unimpressed look. that of course didn't work as you two burst out laughing looking at each other's faces.

you walked alongside her, the woman resting an arm around your shoulder. you smiled up at her as she talked about her day.

god, you couldn't wait to be able to finally walk out in public with these people you considered family.

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[writingsbychlo]

💭

had this idea just now while on the train and needed to share. royal!au where void and stiles are twins (so no possession etc. kinda like in sits) and princes then a servant girl accidentally hurts void twin when helping him clean up a cut or sum and she gets scared but instead of yelling like she thought he laughs and they start spending time together and fall in love but they have to keep it a secret bc hes a prince and she's a servant

ur an angel

ever fallen in love | prince!noah

bullet count; over 500. enjoy.

summary; prince noah falls for a kitchen maid.

notes; the original prince noah post! yay!

warnings; vague mentions of illness, that's about it.

listen it’s literally 500 bullet points long just accept it y’all

stiles typically being known as the 'friendly' prince

because he's so chatty, he loves talking and doing public events and speeches

but because stiles is always the one talking and accepting gifts etc, noah quickly got a reputation

and he didn't really do anything to deserve that

a few scowls and bad days, and one snap at a gardener who removed his flowers from his mother's grave after her death, and suddenly he's 'the dark prince'

and you? you're just one of the kitchen maids

not a very well known one, either

you just pour drinks and clean up the messes, and help lay out the tables

you don't even get to cook for the royal family

so that's how the first real meeting goes

you're pouring drinks for the princes, and you're a little distracted

because did prince noah get a new ring? it's pretty. really pretty. it's so beautifully done, it probably cost more than your entire wages for the year, an- oh fuck

you pour the wine a little too much, and it drips over the sides

of course, noah isn't exactly used to having wine poured on him, that was kind of a shock

and he drops the glass

it shatters everywhere

your apron and the bottom of your dress are covered in red wine

your only presentable dress

the one you have to wear when you actually leave the kitchen to serve

not likely that you'll be doing that again anytime soon, now, though

"oh, no, I am so sorry, m'lord"

"it's okay, it's just wine."

and he leans down to help pick up the pieces

"you don't have to do that, m'lord, really, it's my fault and-"

trying to take the shards of glass from his hands, only to catch on against his finger, and cut him a little

"oh, god, I am so sorry, I didn't mean to, really, it was an accident an-"

"it's just a cut, I've had far worse."

and the look on his face says it all.

like he knows what you were expecting of him, and he knows what everyone was thinking

you're braced to be shouted at, to be fired on the spot, possibly even arrested for harming a royal

but now he's just staring at you with worried eyes because you know you're about to cry

but you can't even find words

"I'm truly sorry, m'lord."

and then you leave, and you send one of the other maids out to finish cleaning, and you take your shouting at silently

because you know you fucked up

and that night, long after everyone else is in bed, you're still up

scrubbing in cold water at the hem of your dress trying to get it clean

it's the only one you have, and you can't afford another good dress

if you can't fix it, then that means no more crowning ceremonies, no more serving the family, no more anything, because you'll just have aprons and rags

"you know, I never got your name."

"fuck! you scared me- oh, I mean, sorry, m'lord, is there anything I can help you with?"

now you're definitely gonna be arrested

because you swore at one of the damn princes

"you don't have to call me 'lord', that makes me feel old. you can just call me noah."

"sorry, prince noah."

"no, just noah. no titles."

"I don't think that's very appropriate, m'lord."

watching him frown again as he lights a few more candles, as opposed to the two you'd been using.

"what are you doing?"

"laundry, m'lord."

"at heaven knows what time, in cold water?"

"trying to get the wine stains out, m'lord. I can't get hot water, because that would require lighting a fire, and I don't have permission for that."

"your hands must be freezing, though?"

and then he takes your hands, and he's drying them off on a towel

you really don't know what to say or do

"why didn't you just wait until laundry day?"

"s'my only good dress, if the stain sets, I'll not have another."

"well, I think you should go to bed, or you're going to be exhausted."

"but m'lord-"

"princes orders."

and you really can't do anything now, but your dress is going to be ruined

when you get up to finish it the next day, the wine is mostly gone

but there's a faint rim around the bottom where it was, and some faded stains

"if you've not got a dress, you're not serving the family."

"I know, matron."

spending your day in the kitchens instead, scooping and shovelling coals into the fire

and you get a chance to leave when you're told to go and prepare the sitting room for after dinner

you're in the middle of lighting fires and laying out brandy glasses when someone comes in

"I'm almost done, I just need the dessert cutlery an-"

"I don't have that."

almost dropping another glass in your shock.

"m'lord-"

"noah."

"prince noah, how can I help you?"

and you know you look a mess, he's just standing there stoically, staring at you for a second as you try to wipe your cheeks.

and then he smiles, and he's taking a step closer

"you just smeared coal on your cheek."

feeling so embarrassed about it, but he isn't laughing, just smiling

and he wipes it away gently with his thumb

"I have something for you. when do you finish your tasks for the day?"

"when you go to bed, m'lord."

and he would just click his tongue and hum a little at that

"well, then, who do I have to talk to in order to steal you away for a few moments?"

honestly not knowing what to do with yourself

“I-uh-the matron, m’lord.”

who makes her entrance with-

“have you finished, yet? the family is on their way, you can’t be out here, an- prince noah, I apologise for her, she shouldn’t be here.”

feeling embarrassed that someone is actually apologising for your presence

“no apologies necessary, I was bothering her. we still need dessert cutlery, but I need to borrow, uh-”

and now he’s embarrassed, and his cheeks kind of get a little pink as he looks at you

“the kitchen maid, m’lord?”

“her name, matron?”

“her name? (Y/N).”

“I need to borrow (Y/N), for just a few moments.”

and you see parts of the palace you’ve never seen before

because you’re just a kitchen maid, you know the dining room, the kitchens and the living rooms, and the staff entrances and pathways

you’re honestly worrying about whether you’ve got coal on your shoes and you’re ruining the expensive rugs

“I felt bad for ruining your good dress.”

“it was my fault, m’lord, I was distracted.”

“but I dropped the glass, and so I wanted to fix it.”

taking you to what seems like another living room

less brandy, more books, and a smaller fireplace

it’s more cosy than the after dinner living area

he gives you a box, and you already know what it is

opening the box to the most beautiful, deep blue dress you’ve ever seen

it’s got silk, its got lace, long hems and a corset bodice and sleeves that hook over your middle finger to create the elegant point on the back of your hand

“oh, wow... this makes my last good dress look like rags now.”

“do you like it?”

“it’s got the royal colours woven in. it’s your royal colour.”

when you look closer you can see them, all the shades of blue within it.

it’s got laces that are the same shade of baby blue as stiles’ carriage, and stitches the navy shade of the king, and the rest of it is the vibrant shade of deep blue that is noah’s colour.”

“well- yes. I thought it might look nice on you.”

“I love it, but I can’t accept it.”

“why not?”

“this dress probably cost more than I’d earn in years, I can’t afford that.”

“you don’t pay for gifts, (Y/N).”

hesitating, but he’s staring at you with wide pretty eyes and he pushes the box a little closer and you can’t really say no

“thank you, prince noah.”

“Well, I guess that’s better than ‘lord’. it’s progress.”

and then he’s giving you this little smile, and he says you can take it to put in your chambers

and he’ll go back to dinner

after that, there is almost something like friendship

you’d never dare to actually suggest you were friends with one of the princes, but it was nice

he’d smile at you when he saw you in the corridors, and sometimes he would even find time to exchange a few short words, between his royal duties and when you were alone

despite the looks you would always get from anybody passing by, wondering why a kitchen maid was talking to a prince

“you know, when I bought you a dress, it was with hopes that you’d wear it, so I could see you outside of the kitchens, again.”

almost dropping another glass as you were setting up the after-dinner room for desserts and brandy

“you have to stop scaring me like that. you’re unsettling good at sneaking around.”

you’re really not sure where the idea to chastise a prince - even jokingly - came from, but-

“it has it’s benefits.”

oh. oh, it’s okay. alright, then.

“well, the dress you bought is far too nice for simply serving dinner in, I’m saving it for a special occasion.”

“so, what you’re saying, is that if I want to see you again, I’m just going to have to buy you another, moderately less lavish gown?”

“I guess so, prince noah.”

“done. tell me which one?”

“I was joking, m’lo-”

“I was not.”

and now you’re just kind of staring at one another.

“if I were to skip brandy a desserts and go for a walk in the gardens, would you come with me?”

“I can’t, I have to wash the pots from dinner, and relay the table for breakfast.”

“I see.”

and he looks so disappointed, and you really don’t know why

“besides, m’lord, I’m not allowed in the royal gardens.”

“unless you’re with a royal.”

“I didn’t know you knew that.”

“I know all the legislature for my kingdom, it’s actually my job to know it, as one of the princes, and all.”

finishing laying out the glasses, and you can’t help but smile at his joke

“I am so sorry, my prince, is (Y/N) bothering you, again?”

trying not to physically scowl at the matron when she comes in

you swear, she hates you

“she has never bothered me. I think I find myself bothering her, actually.”

“no, of course not, m-”

“(Y/N) seems quite unwell. it must be the heat from the kitchens, she doesn’t look to well. I rather think she needs a breath of fresh air, don’t you agree?”

“oh, yes, of course, my prince, I’ll-”

“I think I could take some company in the gardens. You wouldn’t mind, would you, (Y/N)?”

and then you’re being offered an arm

no man has ever offered his arm to you to walk and now the prince is

and you feel embarrassed when you wipe your hands on the apron of your dress, and take his arm

but it does make you feel good when you watch the shock on your matrons face as you walk past her

walking the whole of the gardens with the prince

and it’s beautiful

there’s so many pretty flowers, and trees full of birds and blossom, and you take quite a pause to sit on a bench on one of the bridges that crosses the water

and it’s actually sunset by the time you’re making it back to palace

and you walk through the front entrance

with doors opened by guards who stare at you suspiciously

and you’re pretty sure it’s the best day of your life

“brother! you missed brandy. father did a puzzle. it was terribly boring. who’s this?”

and you curtesy, because you’ve never spoken to the other prince either

“no, wait, I know you. you’re the maid, with the spilled wine. my brother dragged my dress shopping for you, it was a very pretty dress.”

“it was, m’lord.”

“stiles, please. anybody who gets my brother to skip brandy and puzzles deserves a first name.”

“yes, prince stiles.”

“oh, so him you’ll call by his name?”

“I like you. as does my brother. it was lovely to meet you, you must excuse me, I need to make sure my father makes it to his bed.”

and then the other prince is leaving, and you’re alone again

and prince noah walks you right to the door of the staff entrance

“thank you for today, it was the best day of my life.”

“was it really?”

“yes.”

“then next time I’ll have to do better than just a simple walk.”

and he kisses your knuckles before bidding you goodnight

you don’t see much of noah the next day, or the day after, but you do on the third day

“you’re serving dinner today.”

“I am? matron, I don’t have a nice dress.”

“well, one was delivered for you. you must be getting a higher wage than I thought.”

it’s a very pretty dress, a simple white cloth with a few blue embellishments, all in the princes own shade of blue, sewn as pretty flowers into the hem

“i like your new dress.” he’d whisper as you pour him wine, and he’d smirk into his cup when you scoff under your breath

“yes, well, it was quite the surprise... thank you, prince noah.”

and you serve dinner the next day, and the day after that, too

until it starts to become something regular

after a couple of weeks, another dress happens to make itself known, one with red detailing on a pink fabric

and you’re not sure if you have enough drawer space for them both, so you keep one in a box while the other is being used

“do you like to read?”

“I do, my mother taught me before she died.”

you’re not as shocked by his presence this time, you’d expected it, from the way he’d let his eyes follow you throughout dinner, 

talking in broken sentences whenever he could, without getting you into trouble

“as did mine. what is your favourite book?”

“I don’t have one. I just read whatever I can, when I see it. sometimes, when the matron takes me to town to buy supplies, I can see the newspaper and read about the world.”

“would you like to read my favourite book with me? it’s warm weather the sun is out, I was thinking about walking through the gardens and reading on the benches.”

“I don’t think matron wo-”

“I already spoke to your matron. you’re all mine, if you’ll have me?”

“I think I’d like that, let me just finish the cutlery.”

watching as prince noah hands you all the correct pieces as you lay the table

and then he offers you his arm again, and you walk again

he reads to you a little bit, and you read to him

you’re not as good at reading as he is, but he has patience, and he never judges you

at then end of the night, he walks you to the staff entrance again

and he lets you take the book, and tells you that when you finish reading it, it’ll give you an excuse to see him again

taking it with you to bed, with a candle, and trying to be quiet, but someone was waiting for you

“you need to be careful. there are stars in your eyes. he’s a prince, and you’re a kitchen maid, remember that, before you spend your life with a broken heart, serving a new queen one day when he becomes king, and your dalliance together becomes nothing to him.”

and it almost hurts

because you never expected anything, but it’s true

whatever kind of bond is forming would one day be shattered

but it’s not tonight

tonight, you have a book, and a new dress, and a warm feeling

reading the book in three days, and giving it back to him

telling him how much you enjoyed it, and all of your favourite parts

watching his face light up when you do, and he speaks more than you’ve ever heard him talk when he talks to you about the book

so much so you loose track of time, and prince stiles is the one who comes to find his brother for dinner

and he smirks the whole time he does, in a way that makes you as embarrassed as prince noah is to have been caught by the younger prince chatting away

being given another book by the end of the week

which you read bits of together, and bits of alone

but he always asks you what you thought of them, and it always makes him happy to hear your thoughts

that goes on throughout the whole of the spring and summer

sharing books and talking about them, while taking walks around the gardens

when the weather starts getting a little colder, you find noah often offering you his jacket

before a coat, unlike one you’ve ever owned, shows up in a box much like your dress boxes

when the leaves start to fall from the trees, debutant season rolls around

and both princes are expected to make an appearance, as they are every year, in honour of all the young ladies and gentleman coming of age

“have you ever been to the capital?”

“have you ever been to the cellar?”

“okay, snarky.”

this conversation taking place on one of your walks, which at some point, seemed to have become expected, because your chores after dinner had faded away, and your mornings had become earlier instead

“I only ask, because it’s debutant season, which means my family goes to the capital for several days.”

“I’m aware, so all the pretty young ladies in their fancy dresses can hope you’ll ask them to dance, and win your heart, and become a queen some day.”

“that’s not what it’s for.” simply raising an eyebrow at him. “well, that’s not all that it is for.”

“for me, it means deep cleaning everything, and scrubbing the palace top to bottom, while preparing for winter.”

“this year, I’m hoping it’ll be something different for you. I would like you to accompany us.”

“that’s not my place, prince noah.”

“we choose whichever staff we’d like, and I would like you.”

“I’m not a guard, or a footman, or even a chamber maid. what purpose could I possibly serve?”

“you’d be my friend. these things can be awfully lonely when you’re not looking to get married, you know.”

going on a train

to the capital

and it’s crazy

admittedly, for the most part, you don’t actually see noah

he rides the first class train, and he rides in a different carriage, and stays in a different hotel to you

he’s trailed around the upper classes and introduced, and you sit with other staff of other families and stay quiet

but he always catches your eye, and smiles, and finds time to get small conversations in when he can

the first time you’re actually with the royal family is when they attend the debutant ball

and you’re all expected to arrive together

of course, he is introduced, one of the very last names, as he’s a royal, not just a debutant

you’re in the crowd, and his eyes quite literally light up

and he smiles when he walks down the steps and he keeps staring even as he’s shaking hands and making polite conversation

when mingling comes, he makes his way to you

“you’re wearing the dress I bought for you. with my colours.”

“this seemed like the most special occasion I’d ever see, and this is the most special dress I have ever owned, it was only appropriate.”

“you look beautiful.”

letting him mingle a little more

actually getting the courage to talk to some people, and see what life was like around the country for others, in places you’ve ever been to

prince noah finding you again

“would you like to dance with me?”

feeling like you can’t breathe

like the corset is suddenly too tight, or your hair might fall from the updo that took you hours, or maybe that the room just got a lot smaller-

“I would love to, my prince, but I can’t-”

“you can. nobody can stop you, I asked you, an-”

“no, I mean, I can’t dance. I don’t know how to. I was never taught. all these girls, they’re so elegant and they were taught to dance and I was taught to light fires and-”

“you’re panicking. stop panicking. we won’t dance, it’s okay. lets go somewhere else instead.”

taking his arm and letting him guide you through the halls

to a really big library

not as big as the palace one, you’re sure, but it’s big.

reading together for a while, and it’s so much more comfortable

letting your hair down, literally

and just relaxing

chatting late into the night until the candles all burn down, and the ball is long since over

and you both have to sneak through the halls to keep quiet and get to your rooms

and he walks you right to your door this time

and kisses your cheek when he lets you go

and things pretty much go back to normal when you get back

but the smiles are softer and his arm folds to bring you a little closer when you go for walks

snow starting to come around and it crunches when you walk in it

but then you don’t see noah for your walks for a couple of days

and he’s quieter during meal times

after almost a week of no interaction, you find out why

your matron telling you that you won’t be doing your regular chores today

you’ve been requested elsewhere

it’s prince stiles that comes to find you, and escorts you through the halls

to the upper levels where you’ve never been

“my brother, he’s not very well, but he keeps talking about you. I think you should be the one to look after him.”

and noah is not well at all

he’s got a fever and a cough and he’s very sniffly

smiling despite it when he sees you

“I’ve missed you.”

“I missed you too, I actually had to do my chores when you weren’t there to whisk me away.”

his laughs turning into a coughing fit

getting a cloth and some cold water mopping sweat fro his forehead

basically doting on him for two days straight

hand-making soup and food for him when he fell asleep

lighting the fire in his room to keep him warm

tidying up and swapping the sheets when he was bathing

reading to him to help him fall asleep

pushing hair back out of his face

on the last evening, when he is clearly doing considerably better, thanks to doctors and medicines and soups, you’re reading to him again

“can you sit next to me?”

“I am sitting next to you.” because you’ve pulled the chair from the corner right up next to his bed

but he’s patting the blankets next to him as he lays under them

“no, sit next to me.”

being nervous, because it’s entirely inappropriate

but you’ll be damned if you don’t want to

so you do

and he rolls over a little while you’re reading to him

he lays down and rests his head on your stomach and you play with his hair

and he falls asleep like that

and it hits you then and there that you’re in way too deep

because you liked the way it feels to be held by him, and you like seeing him when he’s not being proper, when he’s just himself, and reading books and going for walks, and shit, you like him

which is when you start to panic and pull away

because you’d gotten so used to him being there that you’d forgotten there was a time when he wasn’t

but there would inevitably be that one day again, and you weren’t so sure you were ready for that

finding things to do over the next few days so you can’t go on walks

and you haven’t finished the new book

it wasn’t that hard to find things to do

christmas was coming up and so that meant busy times

it meant big meals and parties and decorating the palace

and for a while, you thought the way you felt physically was just fro your distance

a guilt and pain from the way noah would look at you each time you turned down his walks or said you were busy

but it started to become obvious that it was more than that

something was wrong

you were sick

but you were a maid, and it was your job to work through it

but you could no longer serve meals or work in the kitchen

so you tried to do other work

you brought in boxes of decorations from the sheds outside after sorting through them all

and you cleaned the cellar and searched for the christmas wines and brandy over the regular ones

but that chill and damp only made it worse

and the first you realised it had simply gone from bad to a whole fucking lot of bad was when everything went black

you were carrying a a box of wreaths and ornaments from the shed and then nothing

waking up to a warm fire that had burned to ask long ago, and a lot of blankets, and a weight on your hand that was making it feel numb

pulling your hand back and shaking it out as you tried to get your bearings

a candle being lit seconds later and warm light spilling over the bed lightly

and a face you recognised well

“oh, my god, you’re awake. are you okay?”

“what happened?”

realising just how sore your throat was

fingers pushing your hair back out of your face lightly

little laughs that he let out that really weren’t amused but more relieved

“matron found you. said you’d been gone a while getting the wreaths, and she found you in the snow.”

and then he’s sniffling a little bit and he looks vulnerable, and when he puts a hand on your cheek, you don’t even question it

“you were so cold, and you were unconscious, and your lips were blue.”

and he brushes a finger over your lips and sniffles again

“you scared the shit out of me. it’s been three days. three days where I didn’t know if I’d get to see your pretty eyes again, or hear you talk about the fish in the stream, or feel my heart beat the way it does when you smile at me. don’t do that, okay? i was so damn scared..”

“noah..”

“why does it take one of us almost dying for you to call my by my name, huh? if I’d known that, I would have done something stupid a long time ago.”

and then he’s leaning in, and pressing a kiss to your forehead, and every bit of resistance you had towards staying away from him melts

because right now, you think you’d much rather live in the sweet moment than think about the heartbreak to come

“noah?” whispering his name again once he had settled his head back onto the edge of the bed, and you’re playing with his hair again

“yeah?”

“when’s breakfast?”

“not sure. it’s the middle of the night, and your room doesn’t have a clock. are you hungry?”

“little bit.”

“let’s get you some food, then.”

letting him help you out of bed, his hands a lot stronger as he pulls you to your feet

you’re still a little shaky and weak

still holding your hands, and standing right before you once you’re standing

“you can let go now.”

“I don’t want to.”

and then his fingers slip between yours in a tighter grip, and he’s holding your hand

his thumb playing with yours all the way to the kitchen

“sit down, I’ll make you something.”

“you’ve never cooked a day in your life.”

“well, there’s bound to be a book around here somewhere. which one was that soup you made me in?”

“my head, because that’s my recipe.”

“you made that? I thought you didn’t cook.”

“I don’t cook for you, but I can cook for me. I don’t have enough experience to cook for royals.”

“that was the best soup I’ve ever had.”

rolling your eyes at him, but thanking him anyway

searching for some bread to eat while he looks around

because you know that he’s probably never been down in the kitchens before

“will you teach me?”

“teach you what?”

“to make that soup. or, to cook something in general, I guess. I’ve never thought about it before, but I’m a little embarrassed now. my mum knew how to cook when we were little.”

so, you show him how to make soup

and it’s a bit of a mess

because he can’t chop very well without almost taking off his fingers, and he keeps jumping when bubbles pop in the pan

but you make soup, and sit at the table together to eat

“will you teach me something, too?”

“whatever you’d like.”

“will you teach me how to dance?”

letting him pull you to your feet once again

your hand on his shoulder, his hand in yours, and his hand on your waist

and you swear his fingers are burning right through your sleep dress

stepping on his toes a couple times

quiet giggles as he hums tunes and twirls you around the kitchen

and afterwards, he walks you to your room, and falls asleep in the chair beside your bed again

holding hands on your walks now

which makes both of you blush a little at first

and noah showing up in the kitchens, to everybody’s shock and matrons almost heart attack

and asking her if he can stick around and learn a few things

teaching you to dance in quiet moments when he can

and christmas comes around

the trees are up and so are all of the decorations and invitations for the christmas party have gone out

it’s the christmas parade, and then it’s preparing the christmas food

and before you know it, you’re walking the grounds again the night before the christmas ball

and noah’s hand is wrapped around yours as you keep your coat tight

and when he leaves you that night, it’s with a lingering kiss to your forehead, and a squeeze of your hand

before his forehead is resting on yours again, and he’s hesitating

“I know I’m going to see you tomorrow, but I don’t think I’m ready to leave you just yet.”

“it’s only a few hours away.”

“and I always hate the hours when I’m not with you, because I’m only ever truly happy now in the hours that I am.”

his nose brushing against yours

before matron is coughing not-so-subtly from the end of the corridor, and shaking a set of keys

and noah leaves, and you go to bed

the day of the ball being absolute chaos

not seeing noah until you actually go to the ball

which all staff are invited to, because it’s a buffet style meal

royals and staff alike on christmas

there’s music and dancing and you’re laughing with the other kitchen maids, who are all wearing their best dresses too

and despite the ‘staff and royals together’ approach, the royas nomrally mingle with the upper classes, and the staff with one another’s houses

but then there’s noah

and he’s taking your hand and asking you to dance with him again

“your father is watching, noah.”

you’d whisper it, and he’d smirk a little, and rub his thumb over the back of your hand soothingly

“I know. I don’t care who’d watching. I want everyone to see how great of a dancer you’ve become, I want everyone to see you in your pretty blue dress of my colours, and besides, you think my father doesn’t know of you by now? he’s rathe eager to meet you, I’ve been holding him off.”

“why’s that? it’s an honour to meet the king, you know.” teasing him a little despite how nervous the mere idea makes you

and twirling a little among the others on the dance floor

“because I want you to myself a little while longer. I’m selfish like that. once he meets you, he’ll love you, and then he’ll want you to do puzzles and chat, and that’s less time for me.”

“I think you’ve forgotten I’m just a kitchen maid, noah.”

“you’re so much more than that, darling.”

meeting the king

feeling like you might sweat right through your dress

and even though you know he’s trying to help, when noah holds your hand it only makes you so much more nervous

“so, you’re the young woman my son can’t stop talking about? I hope you’ll join me for a puzzle, one day, I’d rather like to get to know you better.”

“told you.”

letting him walk you to your room afterwards

lingering stares and holding of hands and more brushes of noses after cheek kisses

“I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“it’s christmas day, noah. your family came from across the country, and I have a rather large dinner to cook, perhaps the day after.”

“please, just a couple of minutes?”

“find me after breakfast, that’ll be the least busy time.”

he does

he wastes no time, he catches you right after breakfast before you’ve even got back to the kitchens after stocking up the other fires

smirking a little as his hand lands on your cheek

“you’ve smeared coal on your cheek.”

letting him wipe it away, feeling kinda nostalgic about it

“merry christmas, darling.”

“merry christmas, noah.”

“I got you something.” handing you a little box from his pocket, and inside it is a beautiful necklace, with a dark blue gem shining in it. “do you like it?”

“it is the single most beautiful thing I have ever held.”

“well, that’s fitting, because it’s for the single most beautiful thing that I have ever held.”

swearing you heard a scoff somewhere, but it’s very busy, and it’s probably just background noise

letting him put it on for you, and blushing when he adjusts it to fall just right

“my present for you seems stupid, now.”

“you got me a present?” watching his whole expression go soft

“I baked you some cookies, they’re my favourites.”

“that’s so sweet.” and then his hand in yours, tugging you a few steps forwards, and to the left

and then he’s looking up

and you can feel him trembling a little with his nerves

and you realise why when you follow his gaze

“is that-”

“yeah.”

mistletoe, hanging by a little piece of string from over one of the balconies and you were certain no member of staff had put that up

“are you going to-”

“yeah. I mean, I want to, if thats okay with you?”

“yeah.”

warm and soft kisses

so nervous at first

just timid little pecks with his hand on your cheek

before his pulling you in and it’s a little more confident

a hand on your waist and holing on firmer

panting a little when he pulls away

and staring at one another with wide eyes

because that just changed everything, and you’re so scared

“what now?” your voice cracking when you whisper

“now-” he would lick his lips, and give you another brief kiss, before straightening out his dinner jacket “now I go to dinner with my family, and tell my father that I’m in love with you, and later, we meet in the library, and talk about this, while eating cookies.”

“seems like you have this all figured out.”

“I’m terrified. stiles gave me a pep talk.”

watching the mistletoe surreptitiously being pulled away back over the balcony by the owner of the scoff you’d heard

“but you’re worth it. I’m in love with you.”

“I love you too.”

“well, that makes things a lot easier, and a lot less scary. I’ll see you later.”

another kiss, and then he’s leaving, and your head is still spinning

stiles coming down the stairs a second later, with mistletoe on a string in his hand

“I have a feeling we’ll be seeing a lot more of one another now, I think it’s about time we went for a little walk and a chat, hm?”

getting a wink and a promise of a walk from stiles, before you’re going back to the kitchens

i don’t know how to end this but this is the end ok

[bruhstories]

Fate

Summary: The Abduction of Persephone or how Levi couldn’t get you of his head.

Pairing: Hades!Levi x Persephone!Reader

Warnings & Content: nsfw, mentions of rape & incest (cause, you know, Zeus is a fucking entitled asshole and nobody fucking likes him), unprotected sex, oral sex (male receiving), fingering, language, loss of virginity

Word Count: 5.1 k

A/N: literally the only thing I have to say is that for the purpose of this fic, Hanji has she/her pronouns, and the first few paragraphs are written in third person xD happy reading!

Help me...

Please...

Help... me...

Sweat drips from his forehead and his eyes shoot open. That damned dream again. That sweet voice again. Levi Hades can't comprehend why he was dreaming. Gods don'tdream. His bed seems empty, but he never needed anyone in it. For some reason, now he feels like someone is missing. He gets up, naked body and blank eyes watching over his realm from the balcony of his castle. Empty. Other than the souls of the dead that quietly dance around like little flames, it's empty. Other than Cerberus sleeping peacefully, it's empty. And so damn cold. Mortals mistaken the Underworld for a scorching hot place, but in reality, it's as cold as Levi Hades' heart. If he even has a heart.

He wraps his toga around his sculpted body, a wreath of laurels on his coal-black hair, donning his arms with silver bracelets and rings. Time doesn't exist in the world of the dead, but Levi Hades sticks to a strict schedule. He waves his hand and a scroll and quill magically appear on his marble desk. He can't trust Hermes with this message, and so he gives it to one of his dogs to deliver it to Hanji Hecate. Who better to interpret the meaning of his dream than the goddess of witchcraft herself? LeviHades surrounds himself in thick, grey smoke before he disappears from his bedroom.

Somewhere on Earth, Y/N Persephone is being watched by Zeus. The powerful god cannot resist such a beauty, and he is known for having his way with anyone, even his own daughter. But it's not her time, he thinks, not just yet. She knows this, she knows what will happen to her when she reaches the age of marriage, and at night, when not a soul is awake, she sobs and prays that someone will find her and help her. She is willing to do anything to escape her father's clutches and her dark future. And every night she cries, it rains — it pours.

At the outskirts of the Underworld, Hanji Hecate receives a message. She reads it carefully, and a knot forms in her stomach. The goddess heard the pleas of a girl, whom she believed to be a mortal, but if Levi Hades heard her, too, then it could only be another deity. HanjiHecate closes her eyes and performs a spell in the hopes of locating the desperate girl. It doesn't work. It doesn't work because, unbeknownst to her, Demeter is hiding her daughter from the preying eyes of Zeus.

They searched for weeks, mortal weeks, for the crying goddess, but none of them had any luck. Y/N Persephone is somewhere in the shadows of Demeter, but even she knows her mother can't protect her forever. Zeus gets what Zeus wants eventually. The sun rises over the meadow, but Y/N Persephone doesn't know that because she's stuck weaving in a cave, sweat dripping down her forehead, hairs sticking to her face. The drakons Demeter placed at the entrance of the cave followed Y/N Persephone outside, guarding her as she washes herself in a nearby stream. He isn't supposed to be there. Levi Hades isn't supposed to peer at her naked body and the way she splashes the crystal-clear water. He was supposed to meet with Hanji Hecate and take a walk. He was supposed to go back to the Underworld after that. Yet here he is, spellbound by her gestures, her face, her eyes. And then, she sings. Y/N Persephone begins to sing and all the flowers around him bloom. Levi Hades goes into a shocked state, eyes wide open, brows raised. He knows that voice. He knows it because he's been dreaming it. His scent is picked up by the drakons and he disappears, leaving behind a trail of smoke.

"I found her, Hecate. I found her, but I can't get close to her."

"What do you mean you found her? Just like that?" Hanji Hecate's fingers trace the bark of a tree.

"It was fate. It must be." Levi Hades is desperate now.

"Calm down, Hades. I've never seen you so... twitchy." She laughs, kneeling in the grass. The witch plays with some fallen leaves, brown hair flowing in the wind.

"That's because you didn't see what I did. She started singing and flowers bloomed! I don't know what kind of nymph she is, but she is beautiful. Nothing like I've ever seen before."

"Oh, I never thought I'd live to see the day Hades falls in love." Hanji Hecate laughs again. "So why didn't you approach her?"

"Tch, because she was surrounded by drakons. I don't understand why a mere nymph would need so much protection."

The goddess gasps, all traces of happiness gone from her face, replaced by disappointment and anxiety. Levi Hades takes notice of this and places his cold hand on the witch's shoulder, but she flinches.

"You can't have her."

"You knowher?" His voice is condescending, offended that his good friend hid something like this from him.

"Hades, she's Demeter's daughter, Persephone. She's not just some nymph, but the goddess of spring." Hanji Hecate brings her palms together, forming a triangle. "We can't talk here."

Levi Hades nods and lets himself transported to the Underworld, back to the familiar souls lingering in the air.

"Talk, Hecate." He is impatient and demanding, arms folded across his chest.

"Zeus wants her, and Demeter and I are keeping her hidden." The deity explains with pain in her voice.

"Yes, well, you're not doing a very good job, now, are you?"

"Oi, the drakons noticed you. You don't think they would notice Zeus?" She snaps back, traces of arrogance in her voice.

"Hecate... it's Zeus. What would stop that brat from turning into a drakon fool her?"

The goddess shivers, shifting her weight from side to side.

"Do you have a better idea?"

"I do, actually. I'll bring Persephone here." LeviHades proudly states, but his face is still blank, not once betraying his true feelings.

"You'll... what?" Her mouth is slightly open, bewildered by the god.

"It's the only place Zeus doesn't have access without an invitation. Face it, Hecate, it's a good plan. Better than yours, anyway."

Hanji Hecate is speechless, completely at a loss for words. She ponders over the idea, a hand brought to her chin to think better.

"Alright, but what makes you think she'll just stroll through the gates of the Underworld without a complaint?"

"Oh, you've mistaken my words. I'll forcefully bring her here." He tilts his head, a semblance of a smirk on his lips.

"For fuck's sake, Hades, she's not what you'd expect. And what about me? I promised Demeter I would protect her!" HanjiHecate throws her hands in the air, her shadow taking the form of a raging dog.

"Do notchallenge me, witch. You know I can destroy you in the blink of an eye." LeviHades growls and her shadow restores itself to its natural shape. "Besides, you would still protect her. The Underworld is where you abide."

She knows she shouldn't carelessly be out in the open one hour before her coming of age. But Y/N Persephone, with tears streaming down her beautiful face, embraced her future. She knows Zeus will come for her, and so she willingly gives herself to him. With poppy seeds, she put the drakons to sleep and left the cave, clad in a sheer toga, her body visible through the transparent fabric.

"If you want me, come and get me, father!" Y/N Persephone screams at the skies, the flora surrounding her slowly turning a dark shade of brown and dying, just like her innocence would die tonight. The earth shatters behind her, marigold flames and ashy smoke cracking open the soil. Shadowy figures emerge, grasping the young goddess' limbs and they drag her down, down, down to the Underworld. She is afraid, her heart beats faster as the moonlight disappears, and all she can see is darkness.

"I'm sorry I couldn't be gentler, but I didn't want Zeus to get the wrong idea."

"You're Hades, aren't you?"

"Yes, but please, call me Levi. Persephone, I presume." Levi doesn't smile, but his voice is warm, contrasting the cold that surrounded your body.

"Don't call me that." You spit back, confused as to why you were in his realm in the first place.

"You should be a little more grateful that I saved you, brat." He narrows his eyes down at you.

"Saved me? You abductedme. You're no better than him."

Hanji Hecate was right, you had fire in your soul, and an attitude that would drive Levi over the edge.

"Tch, don't compare me to that pretentious cock." The god scoffs and your expression softens.

"Zeus is a... cock? With a beak and feathers?" You giggle and he almost wants punch himself. How could he forget how innocent you are? Clearly, he's been spending too much time with Minthe.

"That's one way to put it."

"Is there another way?" You ask with your index finger brought to your lips, pure curiosity in your eyes.

"Forget that, you said you didn't want me to call you Persephone. How else should I address you?"

"Y/N." You tell him, eyes peering to the balcony of his castle and you skip to it. "Oh, this place is huge! What are those?" You point at the colourful flames dancing in the air.

"Souls." Levi joins you, resting his arms on the marble railing.

"They're beautiful!" You are in awe, and he is just as mesmerised by your beauty. Not one sane god or goddess would consider the souls of the dead beautiful.

"Look, Y/N, I heard you. In my dreams, I mean. I'm not going to hurt you, I brought you here to rescue you." He lies through his teeth. Levi did want to save you, he still does, but he can't deny the fact that he wanted you all to himself. "I'm gonna mind my own business, you mind yours. Try not to break anything. And don't, under any circumstances, make a mess out of my castle, or my realm."

You lean on the railing, nose scrunched and a hand on your hip.

"What am I supposed to do, then? And what about my mother? What about when spring comes and I have to bring it? What about Zeus?"

Levi grits his teeth, almost regretting his decision of saving you.

"Tch, I'll deal with Demeter. I'll tell Zeus I'm marrying you. You can go bring spring when it's due. Happy?" He pinches the bridge of his nose.

"And you won't taint my innocence?"

Oh, he will taint it, alright. But not just yet.

"I won't do anything you don't want me to do."

"You still didn't answer my first question. What am I supposed to do?" You shift your weight from one leg to the other, impatiently waiting for a proper answer from your captor.

"Anything you want, just don't get in my way when I'm dealing with the dead."

"You're an aggressive little man, you know that?"

Levi can feel a blood vessel bursting on his forehead. You were truly annoying, but he couldn't just sit around and wait for Zeus to have his way with you.

"Anyway, I suppose it is safer to be here." You rolled your eyes. "Got any books?"

"What, you read?" He snorts, a condescending brow arched.

"Don't patronise me. You're the one who abducted me, you could at least try to be nice to me."

Levi sighs. This wasn't how he imagined things would go. He imagined you'd make the perfect housewife and keep him some company.

"First floor. Just stay out of the restricted section."

"Why?"

"Because I said so. Zeus' beard, are you always this irritating?"

"Are you?" You chuckle, a hand hiding your smile.

With another sigh, Levi disappears, leaving you alone. "Great job, Y/N, you made the only person who took a crumb of pity on you to go away." You say to yourself, a pout on your lips.

The Underworld wasn't as bad as you thought. Sure, there was the occasional fire popping from the ground here and there, and you had to be careful not to burn yourself, but overall, it was serene. Some parts of it were scorching hot, but mostly it was cold, and you always brought an extra cloak with you when exploring the realm. Levi wasn't always with you, in fact you haven't seen him in days, but you met his three-headed puppy. Well, puppy wasn't the best word to describe the creature, and it did try to eat you the first time, but you stood your ground and tamed the beast with your singing and eager belly rubs.

"This is a sight I never thought I'd live to see." Levi is shocked, watching his raging dog so calm. "Cerberus never lets anyone but me touch him." He gives the dog a few pats on his back.

"Well, Cerberus likes me better, don't you? Who's a good boy? You are, yes, you are!" You kiss all three muzzles and hug the gigantic beast, the heat of its fuzzy body warming you up.

"Oi, don't get ahead of yourself. Come here, Cerberus." Levi extends his arms and the creature is confused. "I said, come here."

The dog stops wagging its tail and plops next to you with a groan, one head resting in your arms. The shit-eating grin on your face is enough to make Levi sigh.

"See? I told you he likes me better." You poke your tongue out in triumph. You wave your hands and the god watches how you place three daffodil wreaths on each of Cerberus' heads. "Much better!"

"Y/N, he looks silly."

"No, he looks adorable! Here, I made you one, too."

Levi takes the flower crown and inspects it, careful not to crumble the petals.

"What is this?" He asks, marvelling at the beauty of the ice-blue colour of the plant.

"Uh, a flower crown?"

"Yeah, no shit. I meant what flower is this?"

"Oh, it's a blue poppy. One of the rarest plants in the world." You smile. "I think it suits you."

"You're an oddball."

You sit in a lavish chair, all kinds of foods displayed on the table in front of you. Saliva pools in your mouth, but you decide to wait for Levi anyway. It's bad manners to start eating without the host, Demeter taught you that. Gods and goddess don't eat mortal foods, but sometimes they indulge in it, and tonight was one of those nights.

"Here, try this." Levi offers you a strange fruit, something humans have on earth, but different.

"What is it?" You poke your finger at the juicy fruit, sucking the sweetness from your digit.

"It's a pomegranate that only grows in the Underworld."

You pick at the seeds, popping one in your mouth. You couldn't believe something so good could grow in a cold place like this.

"So, what's the occasion?" You ask Levi as you eat three more seeds, the crimson juice staining your lips.

"Our wedding."

You accidentally swallow, choking on saliva and the pomegranate seeds, your fist hammering your chest as you gasp for air.

"What?"

"I told Zeus I'm marrying you and now he wants proof." Levi bluntly states, a chalice of nectar in his hand.

"No."

"You don't have a choice, unfortunately."

"But… I'm supposed to be a virgin. Marriage implies consumption of it." You slam your fists on the table. "My mother-"

"Your mother lied to you. You're a goddess of fertility for fuck's sake." He shrugs and you're shocked by how chilling his voice sounds. Sure, Levi was always brooding and silent, but now he was just inconsiderate. "However, I'm not a man who breaks his promises. I told you I won't do anything you don't want me to."

"Oh, how niceof you. I'm leaving." You stand up, pushing the chair away.

"And go where? Demeter can't protect you forever, and you don't stand a chance against Zeus."

"You know why I hate my name so much, Levi?" You growl, fingernails digging into the wooden table.

"Do, tell."

"Because it means destruction. A fitting name for a goddess of ‘fertility’, don't you think?" The table splits open and all the plates fall to the ground. Your normal, bubbly aura changes suddenly and there's a hint of red in your Y/E/C eyes. "You think I don't stand a chance against Zeus? I'm his offspring." You snap, and instead of flowers falling out of your hair, there's thorns, spikes and rusty leaves all over the place. The uglies, most poisonous plants sprout from the ground and you're no longer the goddess of spring, but the bringer of slaughter, and Levi is impressed. Now he really knows it was faith that brought you together, he knows your place is with him — with the dead.

"Marry me." He says, unmoved by your little show. Unmoved on the outside, because on the inside he wants to bend you over and fuck you silly. His words shouldfuel your rage, but you're too surprised by the fact that he still wants to marry you, despite your outburst.

"Why? Because Zeus wants that?" Vines protrude from your skin and your fingernails turn black. You were completely different than the helpless little girl he rescued that night. You were terrifying. But not to Levi — to him you were fascinating.

"Because I want that."

It was safe to say you had fallen in love with Levi in those nine months since you came to the Underworld. He accepted you the way you were, he accepted your darkness, something not even your mother could do, and that's what triggered your feelings for the god of the dead. You still didn't allow him to call you Persephone, because you still hadn't fully embraced that part of you. Spring was almost due, but you promised Levi you'd go to earth after your wedding. Everyone would be there, including Demeter, which you haven't seen in a long time.

A soft knock interrupts your thoughts.

"Y/N, are you ready?"

"In a second, Hanji!"

"Oh, thank the gods for calling me that. I keep telling everyone I'm tired of Hecate but they don't care." The witch scoffs from the other side of the door.

"Has my mother arrived?" You ask, concern visible in your voice.

"Yes. And she's not happy."

"Hey," you open the door, "thanks for taking the blame and explaining things to her." You hug the goddess and she holds you tight.

"Don't worry about it, kid. It's me who should thank you. I don't know what you did to Levi, but he seems happier. He won't show it because he's a prick, but I can feel it."

You flash Hanji a genuine smile and ask her to fix your veil, to which she gladly accepts before escorting you to the castle grounds. Your mother should do this, but she hated her future groom, or your father, but he was a sick man who only decided to leave you alone because he respected Levi.

Every god and goddess of Olympus is here, even your uncle Poseidon. You emerge from the castle, arm looped around Hanji's and you smirk at Levi's shock. He never thought you could be more beautiful, yet here you are, dressed in silk, flowers on your hand and a thin veil clinging from the peony crown on your head. You catch a glimpse of Demeter before drifting your eyes to your future husband.

"Ladies and gentlemen, gods and goddesses, we have gathered here today to witness and bless the union between Levi, god of the Underworld, and Y/N, goddess of spring." Hanji proudly declares. The ceremony doesn't last too long, and when Levi's lips crush yours in what is your first kiss, thousands upon thousands of plants sprout from the soil, colourful flowers blooming and letting out the sweetest smells known to mankind. Love, he thinks, that's what love smells like.

You're tired from the party, tired from all the talking and mingling, tired from your mother's lecture, and tired from avoiding your father. At least Hera was nice enough to wish you a happy marriage. You pace around your bedroom, sitting on the bed, then standing up again. Levi went to his chamber after the party, but you were expecting, no, you wanted to consume the marriage. You walk to his room, a toga lazily draped over your shoulders, and open the door without a single knock. He's in bed, the only light source being the colourful souls levitating outside his windows. You carefully push the covers and climb into the bed, gently scooching closer to him.

"Psst, husband, are you sleeping?" You poke his shoulder.

"Tch, not anymore." He sighs, not bothering to open his eyes and look at you. "What do you want?"

"Well, I'm glad you asked! Seeing as we're married now, I thought it's only natural for a wife to sleep with her husband." You roll on your side, propping yourself on your elbow. Tentatively, you tug on the fabric of the toga, exposing your shoulders and part of your breasts.

"So sleep." Levi finally lolls his head to the side, facing you. He did not expect to see you sprawled on his bed like that, in a lewd position and a playful smile on your soft lips. "You don't have to do this just because we're married.

"I'm doing it because I want to. And I know you want it, too, Levi." You purr, your fingers grazing over your collarbone.

"It's going to hurt." He warns you, but his hand is already on your thigh.

"I know. But you'll take good care of me, won't you?"

Levi has no idea which one of you is talking — Y/N, goddess of spring, or Y/N, goddess of destruction — and frankly he doesn't even care at this point. As long as he has your approval, he knows he can do whatever he wants. You pull him into a sloppy kiss, obviously inexperienced, but he likes it that way. He likes that you have no idea what you're doing because he can be in control. His hand runs up and down your thigh and you can feel heat building in your core.

"Tingles..." You mumble in his lips with a hazy smile.

"Have you ever touched yourself?" Levi pulls away and you nod. "Show me."

You feel embarrassed and small, but obey nonetheless. Your hand travels between your legs and your fingers touch your already swollen clit, rubbing it in circular motions. Levi watches you with hungry eyes, wanting very hard to abstain, but he can't, and so he takes your nipple in his hot mouth. You whimper at the new sensation, electricity shooting through your body as he snakes a hand between your thighs, two fingers diving into your cunt.

"Ah! L-Levi! So big!" You mewl and he throws his head back, releasing your poor nipple.

"That's nothing compared to what you'll get, you needy brat." He curls his fingers, hitting that sweet spot, and you buck your hips. Despite being a virgin, your body naturally knows what to do. Your spongy walls clench around his digits and Levi can already feel how tight you'll be around his cock. "You're so wet."

"Is t-that a good thing?" You're innocent and pure and you rock your hips back and forth, pathetic moans escaping your lips.

"Fuck, yes." Levi kisses you, and it's nothing like the kiss from your wedding. It's desperate and greedy, and he wants you all to himself. The pace quickens, he's pumping his fingers in and out of you faster and you don't know what to do, so you keep rubbing your clit and the familiar heat of your orgasm flushes through your body. You come undone on his hand, the sinful, squelching sound echoing in the bedroom.

"It didn't hurt at all!" You look at your husband, but there's a hint of mischief in your voice, a playful glisten in your eyes. Levi clicks his tongue, because the worst — and best — is yet to come, and you know it — you're no saint.

"Come here." Levi orders and yanks you by the hair, his aggressive gesture sending a shiver down your spine and into your cunt. "Be a good girl and open that pretty mouth for me."

You obey and part your luscious lips and then you see his cock for the first time — thick and veiny, it slaps your face as it pops out of his undergarments, the tip grazing over your cheeks.

"Levi that's... that's too big." You chew your lower lip and lean back.

"You'll be fine. You said it yourself, I'll take good care of you." He cups your face with one hand, thumb caressing your chin. "Now suck it. Make sure to use lots of spit."

You feel your cheeks hot and test the waters by giving the glistening tip a few licks, tongue swirling around it. It tastes salty, and you find yourself liking this. Levi pats your head, but you feel him tensing with each movement of your tongue.

"Shit." He curses under his breath and when you look up at him with doe eyes, his heart pounds into his chest. You courageously take the tip into your mouth, and with hollowed cheeks, you move further. "Yeah, just like that. Take it all."

Bobbing your head up and down, you try to take it all, but the girth and length is just too much, and tears pool at your eyes from the lack of air, but also from how good it feels to have a fat cock in your mouth. Muffled moans reverberate in your throat, and Levi can feel the vibrations tickling him. He firmly grabs your nape and holds your head in place.

"Trust me and relax, can you do that for me?"

You half-nod, anxious and somewhat excited for what is about to happen. Your husband rocks his hips back and forth slowly before aggressively fucking your poor throat, and you feel the arousal building in your core again. So much for promising your mother you'd always stay a virgin. You want to touch yourself again, but Levi slaps your hand away and thrusts into your mouth, holding your head still until you choke, your fingernails digging into his arm. The god pulls out and you gasp for air, and he almost feels sorry when he sees your pathetic state.

"A-again!" You flash him your pearls in a sultry smile, spit dripping down your chin. Who knew you liked asphyxiation?

"Needy brat."

"Please!"

"Tch, later. Right now, I want to fuck you." Levi growls and he already has you pinned on the bed, arms above your head and legs spread open for him. His cock presses against your slick slit and you brace yourself for the incoming pain. "If you want me to stop, tell me."

You don't have the time to nod when you feel a burning sensation between your legs. Squeezing your eyes shut, you bury the back of your head into the pillow and grip the sheets so tight your knuckles begin to lose their colour. Levi slowly pushes further, another inch buried in your cunt, and you bite on your lower lip. But you don't tell him to stop, instead your spongy walls clench around his cock and another inch gets lost in you.

You never thought gods could feel such immense pain, yet here you are, with a bloody lip from digging your teeth into it and a sore pussy. But the worst thing faded bit by bit when Levi bottomed out into your cunt. The two of you sit still, your husband allowing you to get used to his girth.

"Do you think I bled?" You ask, eyes filled with tears.

"Probably, but I promise it will never hurt like this from now on." He comforts you before licking the blood from your lips. The gesture makes your cunt flutter and Levi takes it as a sign to go on. Slowly, he rocks his hips back and forth, and the molten pain is replaced by tingles and arousal.

"You good?"

"Y-yes, oh, f- yes!"

"You can say fuck, you know?" Levi thrusts once, and it's so deep you feel his cock brush over your cervix.

"Fuck!" You cry out, legs wrapping around his waist to make sure he doesn't pull out. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

"Good girl."

There's no more room for gentle touches and soothing words when your husband fucks you raw. Your hips buck against his to feel that sweet pressure you never knew you longed for. In and out, his cock makes you feel sore and hazy, and you want more. The sound of his balls slapping your ass makes your mouth water and your eyes glossy, and Levi feels selfish. He pulls out, turns you over and takes you from behind, like a rabid dog fucking a bitch in heat. And you are in heat — you love the way his thrusts make you feel dumb, the way his cock stretches you, the way he uses and abuses your tight little cunt. Everything is so new to you and you adore every bit of it.

"Shit, I'm close." Levi warns you, his fingers digging into your hips, and you want to be good for him, so you drag your hand between your thighs and rub your swollen clit in frantic motions.

"L-Leeevi! I think I'm-"

"Fuck!"

When you feel a hot liquid shooting into you, your legs begin to tremble and you come on his cock, head falling onto the pillow with a heavy sigh. He pulls out and you already miss the feeling of being full, your juices mixed with his own dripping down out of you, down your thigh. You curl up next to your husband, hand holding his arm before you drift to sleep.

A sweet smell fills Levi's nostrils and when he looks at your tired body, there’s flowers in your messy hair. He still can't get used to the way your divine, disorganised powers work, but at least now he knows what's been missing from his life, and the corners of his mouth slightly twist upwards into a genuine smile. The god of the dead, in love with and married to the goddess of spring. Order and chaos blending together in one beautiful, perfectly arranged mess.

It’s fate. It must be fate that brought you together — but it’s love that will keep you together.

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