#nonnie you are a genius and I very much love you for this

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AU where y/n and producer eren were very much high school sweet hearts, then years later deciding to take their relationship to the next level as in losing their virginity 🙃

ANONNN, why’d you do me like thissss?? This is genius 😫 not even to spoil but this was literally the alternate plot line to reverb LSLFKFJ. Ugh this is just too damn cute so ofc imma talk about it.

content + themes: both reader and eren are virgins, reverb spoilers, lots of sweet stuff, bc I can’t handle angst rn, gentle sex/smut, accidental cream pie, this is SUPERRRRR long bc y’all know I love detail and got 20,000 pages of lore for these two!! Smut is at the end so if ya’ll can’t wait, I’m sorry.

eren left home at what would be considered incredibly young by most standards. At fifteen years old, he found himself frequenting the mall and playing basketball down at the local park in the suburbia of Montclair, New Jersey to being thrust into the fast paced lifestyle of Miami, Florida. The harsh, crime ridden town known as Opa Locka to be exact. A complete contrast by a long shot. Even so, with spite and determination on his heart; fueled only by his desire to win this illustrious battle called the rap game, he toughed it out and persevered. Not only that, to rid himself of the toxic past that had scarred him and a family who betrayed him. Make no mistake, his ‘privileged’ upbringing was nothing more than a mere experience and not a part of his identity. He never tried to pretend that he was ‘hard’ or tough, no need for a facade, he was simply Eren and that was all it took. He also never viewed anyone as different or beneath him because of how he grew up. Most of his friends back home came from very humble beginnings and had less than savory lifestyles. It wasn’t something he did for shock value or to piss of his parents. He just always had a knack for befriending others who may have been cast aside or forgotten about because he knew the feeling quite well. So it came as no surprise when he enrolled in the local high school to finish out his last couple years, he was a rarity in these parts…looking and acting completely different from everyone else. But it didn’t take long for the green eyed brunette with the buttery smooth voice and oblivious charm to assimilate.

“Wassup, EJ?” “Hey, EJ!”

from the classroom to the hallways, he was greeted by his fellow student body, who at first, saw him as an easy target. Alluding to the fact that he must’ve been some rich boy stuck in the middle of the hood to be “taught a lesson” or something of the sort. That it wouldn’t be two weeks because he was tucking tail and getting his ass back on the first bus to Jersey. Little did they know, he was the last person to back down and damn sure the last one to run from anyone! During gym class, there was a scrimmage basketball game, nothing too serious or exerting, just a little fun competition. It was then that not only did Eren catch the eye of the boy’s team head coach and that of (y/n) (l/n). Who had been discreetly seated against the wall after running two miles. You had been quietly observing the game and having grown up around tremendous players; spending afternoons down at the Boys and Girls Club..you recognized talent from a mile away. That also could’ve been attributed to the fact that you were the current co-captain of the majorette team, where you danced during games. Even so, you always stayed to yourself. Never really clinging to one group or another, truthfully only talking to your best friend. Your head in a book and studying was your only focus. That much was apparent by your four point two grade point average. Nonetheless, this new boy couldn’t help but to grab your attention. It was unfortunately for that reason, that his opponents once the game ended, would use that to his advantage.

not exactly keen on the idea of having somebody like him strutting around..besting them in a sport they’d always exceeded at and intriguing the girls who never even so much as paid them attention, they were pissed! So as anyone with stunted emotional maturity would, they decided to try and ambush the new student in the locker room. Granted, he was a little smaller and had just hit six foot one inches. He was fairly tall but still lanky and skinny. So he’d have his work cut out for him. Unsuspecting of the attack, he chopped it up with classmates and laughed on his way back. But not without flashing you a glance first. That ultimately made your heart flutter a little..you didn’t pay attention to boys often and had many speculating that you were possibly gay but no one had ever roused your fancy. In a way, you envied him. As someone from the proverbial ‘other side of the tracks’, who was different from you all in any facet was fitting in just fine! Quickly becoming the talk of the school. Meanwhile, you were a lifelong resident of this city and yet, you never drew any attention on yourself. Outside of your impeccable dancing. Hell, everyone always referred to you as ‘the quiet girl’. A moniker that you were proudly..the less you spoke, the less trouble you could find yourself in.

however, that peaceful life would come to an end when you’d walk towards the girls locker room and find yourself stopped by the gaggle of guys who were planning their ambush for after school whilst he was walking home. They figured he’d be an easy lick but they couldn’t be too relaxed. He mystified them all..acting completely oblivious to his environment, never behaving differently; talking exactly the same and all or even seeming afraid. He was the same person regardless of where he went. So that’s when they’d try to enlist your help. “Aye, (y/n). Lemme talk to you right quick..” waving you over and although you were about to ignore him, you accepted anyway. A tall dread head with a bottom row of golds gleaming from his mouth. Something he wasn’t supposed to have but did anyways. “I seen you looking at jit earlier, you like white boy, don’t you?” Immediately feigning any sort of confirmation. Acting uninterested as always. “That’s what you called me over here for? I gotta go change—“ but before you could coldly turn on your heel, he’d grab your shoulder and request a ‘simple’ favor:

“Help us set his ass up. He ain’t been here a whole month and already actin’ like he run this shit. We’ll even give you a cut.” but again, you didn’t care! Him or any of their petty jealousy was none of your concern. That boy hadn’t said the first word to you or even bothered you in the slightest. The hell did you look like conspiring with these dumbasses to not only bully him but to tarnish your hard work? Smacking your lips, you’d merely brush his hand away and continue to walk by. “As my granny says, you can’t get blood from a turnip. If you wanna risk jail for some stupid shit, do it by yourself. I’m not interested.” truthfully, Eren was no more wealthy than anybody here. Working odd jobs after school and rooming at a boys home on the southside. Hell, he could barely even afford lunch sometimes!

but alas, this only seemed to enrage your peers. See, the ring leader was the current basketball team captain and a shoe-in for first draft to a top college once he graduated. However, there was another side of him..a hothead with a bit of a past. Selling drugs and hanging with bad crowds..a mere product of the environment. But basketball was his ticket out. Hence was, considering that he stayed in trouble, grades were a wreck and he had a bad reputation. It was his exceptional skill that was keeping him in his spot and that alone. The coach overlooked a lot of his antics just to have a star player. Nothing new. However, with Eren on the scene, his position was threatened. Contrary to his belief, it had less to do with his skin and the fact that he was a better player with less of a headache! He had better grades, better manners and a lot more skill. Teachers constantly complained to the coach to kick him off the team so he could focus on his academic studies. Several calls were made home with no answer from parents..it was a crazy situation. Even so, it was no excuse for his behavior. Almost everyone here came from hard circumstances, he just loved acting this way!..especially when it came to preying on the weaker..

“Oh I see, you gon’ take his side but not mine? You green as hell, (y/n). Some ol’ weird ass shit, bruh. You really not tryna’ help me?…” even getting closer, despite your pushback. “Darius, imma tell you one more time. Leave me alone. Ion want no parts of this. It’s not my business.” But before you could do anything else, he’d grab your wrist and pull you back. A cliche if you had ever seen or experienced one. But just as the old time tale went, your knight and shining armor would swoop in to defend your honor.

“I think she said leave her alone.”

a familiar voice, one you hadn’t heard often but enough to recognize. The reason behind this whole ordeal..

“Wasn’t nobody talking to you. Mind your business.” “This is my business. Putting your hands on a girl..I see your sorry ass jump shot ain’t the only thing that’s weak.”

which only pissed him off even further. Long story short, he’d attempt to pick a fight with the ever so sly Eren but to no avail. He wasn’t taking the bait. Not out of fear but because he wasn’t worth the energy. Eren was a bit of a hothead, even admitting so himself. However, he couldn’t afford to screw up right now. Getting into unnecessary fights would only put him in an even worse situation..especially for the people caring for him. He had done that once and wasn’t about to let it happen again. “(Y/N), right? That’s your name?..” answering him with a nod. “Don’t worry about him. You go ahead, beautiful. He won’t do anything..I can promise you that.” Standing toe to toe with the taller bully. His cheeks puffed up and fuming in rage. Meanwhile, Eren wore nothing but a smirk. He could fume all he wanted but as long as he didn’t put his hands on him. If he took it there, then he’d be glad to show him why trying him wasn’t wise..

luckily, the coach noticed the bubbling scuffle and told them to break it up. Fast forward a few days, give or take and you’d see Eren around campus. Always carrying a pair of headphones and a notebook. Two things he’d never be caught without. One thing was for sure, he was an intriguing dude for sure..you’d eventually find yourselves paired up for a project and needless to say, you were incredibly nervous. Mainly because neither of you had spoken since that day in the gym. It wasn’t for a lack of you being thankful, you just didn’t know what to say. That was until you were in the library doing research together and you’d blurt out your gratitude, along with your apology. Which made him laugh! “What are you thanking me for? He only did that because of me. If anything I should apologize to you.” He was so respectful and bashful, qualities you truly admired. Although he remained shrouded in mystery, he was fascinating and you wanted to know more about him and turns out, you’d learn a pretty interesting tidbit of information! “You have a point. I mean, are you really planning to take his spot as captain though—“ which only further fueled his hysterics. He’d double over laughing and all you could do was give him a look of confusion. “Why are you laughing? I ain’t that funny.” “I’m sorry. I just..listen, I don’t know what you were told but I don’t want his spot. Basketball’s fun, it’s sum’ to do but I already know what I want.” And his answer would shock you, truly. See, Eren had always had an affinity for music. Singing, playing all sorts of instruments since he was a little kid and recently, he’d taken to writing his own songs. That infamous notebook he carried? Filled with poems and songs about everything from basic lines to his deepest emotions. Spilling his heart onto the page as he talked about his family, his anger towards his father and even the loss of someone he held dear to him. Sometimes, they weren’t about him at all..they were just vivid portrayals of elusive tales. He obviously had quite the story to tell but he couldn’t do it or even have the time shooting balls into a hoop. He told the coach he’d consider but his true goal?

“You wanna be the drum major?!” “Yeah, why not? I mean, I know it’s prolly lame but it’s one of my favorite instruments. It was the first one I learned..to me, the drum line is the highlight of the game. They make it entertaining.”

but little did he know, he had piqued your interest for sure! You were so flustered you tried to feign it off but he was too freaking cute! Here you were expecting this athletic, cocky playboy who only cared about girls and being popular but he was so much more than you expected! A nerd just like you. And you knew so for the fact that you’d never held a conversation with a man longer than to give them the answer to a question or let them borrow a textbook. He was so captivating. But perhaps, getting to do incredible solos at halftime wasn’t his only motivation to join the school music program. He had other reasons as well..

“Besides..I would actually get to see you perform. I call it a win.” Causing you to scoff, dismissing his seemingly perverted comments.. “Oh, so you just like everybody else.” but the tension was misplaced. He admired your craft and respected it. Seeing you doing your moves while walking past the gym on his way home, how hard you worked and just overall how graceful you looked. Not to mention, you were drop dead gorgeous! The prettiest girl he’d ever laid eyes on.. “..I seen you practicing the other day and you’re really good, (y/n). You’re completely different when you’re dancing. You seem really happy..I mean, you make the dance team from my school back home look like stiff ass robots.” Earning his first giggle out of you. From that day forward, a beautiful friendship blossomed..studying together, eating lunch in the library, walking home with you as his group home wasn’t far away, sneaking into the chorus room so you could hear him playing the piano and singing. A privilege reserved strictly for you. Making you sob when you heard his rendition of Stevie Wonder’s ‘Ribbon In The Sky.’ He was so kind, sweet and it didn’t take long before rumors of you guys dating began to permeate through the school. Hallway whispers of you ‘going with that new boy’. It was all the rave. It didn’t help matters any when at the mention of each other’s names, you’d both freeze up like popsicles! It was adorable, really. A budding crush that would soon bloom into something far more than just a platonic bond. After about six months into his arrival at your school, Eren had undoubtedly made a name for himself for not only his basketball skills but his musical ones as well. He had made good on his promise to join the band and make his first step toward becoming drum major. Because the band and majorette team often performed together, you’d be together at practice also and eventually, became inseparable. Flashing you smiles and watching intently while you performed your solos. Him joining proved to be a great addition to an already powerful band because he was so talented and kept up quite nice. In no time flat, he mastered the quads and studied underneath the current drum major, playing at games. Even when he decided to cave and accept the offer to join the basketball team, he had the pleasure of seeing you dance during intermission and even greeting him after the game with a giant hug. You in your shimmering leotard and him in his drenched basketball uniform.. number nineteen printed on the back.

“You looked good out there, princess.” A name he affectionately called you because your team’s competitive name were the Crowned Royalty as your school mascot were knights. And because you often times outshined the reigning captain, you were dubbed “The Princess.” Besides, it sounded so much better coming from him. “Nah, that was all you, Mr. Star Player.” It didn’t take long before he’d do the one thing everyone had been waiting on and ask you to be his girlfriend! With encouragement from his teammates and homeboys, Connie Springer and Onyakopon. They too treated you like a little sister, always teasing you and making sure you were good in Eren’s absence. “You one of us so we gotta make sure you good.” They all worked together at a local shoe store and stayed only three houses down from one another so they spent a lot of time together. In addition to their shared passion and talent with music. Granted, neither of you had experience with dating or having many friendships for that matter but it felt so natural when you were around each other. His cheeks flushed with red the entire time he held your hand on the way to class. Your entire body trembling when he kissed your forehead because you were too scared to kiss on the lips at the time. Even sitting next to him and his friends at lunch was an experience. Listening to them freestyle and make beats. Your best friend Niesha, right beside you, teasing you about how cute your man was and how you’d gotten lucky. And all you could do was shake your head. Eventually, all five of you became thick as thieves. Hanging out after school, going roller skating on weekends when practice permitted and just stayed in your own little bubble. You loved it so much. It was the first time you’d ever had a friends’ group, a true support system.

your grandmother and sole caretaker since you were a kid was absolutely thrilled to see it. Although you called her your best friend, she was happy to see you coming home excited to tell her about something besides a book or your report card. As proud as she was of her baby, she wanted you to experience life. Often times, she’d invite all of them over and cook you all large meals that were nothing short of heaven! Repayment for the boys coming by to mow the grass or help with repairs. They were more than thrilled to do it. “My future grandson in law is a nice young man, ain’t he?” A statement you’d brush off with a smack of your lips. “Cut it out, granny. Ain’t even like that.” She adored Eren and when she learned that he could sing, knowing a few gospel songs as well..she all but claimed him now! He was family and you were so glad that he was in your life. A likewise feeling because for once, he felt as if he belonged. One night, while meeting at your usual spot in the park, high on top of a jungle gym where you’d gaze under the stars, you’d ask him one thing:

“You ever thought about what you want to do with your life?”

and to him, that answer was simple. “..I wanna change the world.”

a dream he’d held onto for as long as he could remember. He loved music more than anything and he wanted his to transcend any genre, any one archetype. He wanted what he created to someone’s reason for living, someone’s inspiration to keep going even when things got dark. He wanted it to put smiles on the faces of people who listened..he didn’t care about awards or being some mega celebrity, he just wanted to pour his heart into what he made and hoped somebody heard his passion.

“And I want you right beside me…(y/n). I don’t wanna do any of this without you.” Clutching your hand atop the structure. He had never been this vulnerable or open with anyone in his life but now was a good of time as any to start.. “..I know everybody prolly thinks I’m some spoiled rich kid who left home just to piss off my folks. Honestly, their opinions stopped meaning anything to me a long time ago..my mom, I love her so much and I really do miss her. I hope one day I can step to her as a man and apologize for putting her through so much. Making her worry about me…” as he spoke, you could feel the tension in his hand as he squeezed yours. This was the first time he’d spoke in detail as to why he was alone down here in such a dangerous city when he by all accounts lived lavishly back home. “I just couldn’t stay..not when my own old man is a fucking coward. I know it’s a long shot but at least I can stand on it. Him? He’ll sell his soul for a dollar. I could never be under the same roof as someone like that. I will do this and I’ll prove him wrong. I’ll make a way for myself so I never have to depend on anybody ever again.” You couldn’t help but to feel that you were missing part of the story but maybe it was something far too traumatizing to hash out in detail right now so as you’d always done, you’d support him. Cradling your arms around him with a giant hug before kissing his cheek. “I’ll always be here for you, Eren. I promise. I know you’ll make it and I wanna be right there by your side. I love you.” “I love you too, (y/n).” Words that sounded insane from a teenager but you meant it. Meant it more so than anything you’d ever said! Some people would say you were too young to know what you wanted but you both knew that no matter what path you took, as long as you walked it together, you were unstoppable!

soon, graduation was right around the corner. You two attended prom together, even made homecoming king and queen and by all accounts, had an amazing senior year! You guys turned eighteen only a couple months apart and thus, were thrusted into adulthood. Working here and there to provide for yourselves all while chasing your dreams. You’d gotten accepted into the University of Miami on a dance scholarship and even though it was a huge opportunity..your heart was misplaced. You felt like another cog in the wheel and a moving piece on a machine. You’d love to dance your entire life but you wanted something more than this. Stiff eight counts and bland rehearsals. Something refreshing..that’s when you’d begin taking pole classes outside of school! An idea you came up with after seeing a popular dancer on Instagram and she looked so graceful..surrounded by plants with her beautiful afro as she swung around the pole. She looked so free!…you wanted to experience that joy too. It took no time at all for you to master the craft and just like that, your spark was reinvigorated. By this time, Eren was all but halfway to his own goal after going viral for singing in the store he worked at and still very much an important fixture in your life. He managed to catch the eye of one of the industry’s top executives and legendary musician herself, Vivian James. She was one of your grandmother’s favorites, despite being younger than her. This woman had a powerhouse of a voice and needless to say, Eren’s had her intrigued.

“You did it, ‘ren. I’m so proud of you, baby!”

although he hadn’t quite made it yet it was one hell of a start. It wouldn’t be easy but he was willing to put in every bit of the work it took to succeed. Having you there to encourage him would be all the strength he needed to keep going. But he wanted to support your dreams as well! He never wanted this relationship to be one sided. “What about you, princess? Do you really like dancing for the school? Are you happy?” If anyone could see through the facade, it was your boyfriend of almost three years. He saw how amazing you were when you did pole. It didn’t matter which avenue of dance you took, you excelled but he’d never seen you more happy than when you were twirling midair and doing all these crazy stunts. He wanted you to be safe, of course, but he wanted to find joy in something the way he did. “I just..I don’t want to do what everyone else is doing or what they expect of me. I loved majorette but pole is just so different. I have so much fun.” There it was, a glimmer in your eye that couldn’t be sated when you spoke about it. The rush you felt setter coming down from a death drop. Eventually, you’d go on to quit the dance team, forfeiting your scholarship but your grades alone afforded you many other grants and things so you’d do online classes while working for your uncle’s shop and practicing under his wing. Eventually you found the courage to upload yourself online and it wasn’t long before you reached your own bit of notoriety. Captivating thousands with not only your skills but your stunning looks. Eren always called you princess but honestly, you were like a divine being. A goddess and sometimes, not even he could believe you were real.

before either of you knew it, you were nearing twenty and your dreams were falling into place. It seemed as if the hard times and rainy days both of you had gone through were over. You were so ecstatic when he got his own place, after securing and successfully completing an audition with AMG. The biggest talent agency in the country. Along side his two best friends nonetheless and eventually asked you to move in with him. But it wasn’t the only proposal he had. No, there was something else he needed to ask you..so with trembling hands, tearful eyes and in the same empty park where you’d spend countless nights talking about your futures; surrounded by faux candlelight and roses, he’d ask the one thing you never thought you’d hear:

“Will you marry me, (y/n) (l/n)? Will you do this forever with me?”

and it was no question! The answer was yes, a million times over! That night, the two of you exchanged intense, heavy kisses and warm, inviting touches underneath the moonlight of your very first place. A one bedroom apartment but it didn’t matter. It felt like a castle; an unreal fantasy when you had him. You’d let him caress and run his hands along your body. Kissing and licking your neck on the frameless mattress as your nude bodies entangled in the white sheet covering them. Neither of you had ever done anything like this before and although you were nervous as all hell, you were ready. Ready to take this next step. When you were in school, so many other kids were already going the extra mile and some had even fallen pregnant by the time you graduated. But your love was so pure and innocent, sex seemed like a foreign concept. It was the furthest thing from your minds. You enjoyed being around each other. The feeling you derived just from when he grabbed you and pulled you into his chest with a kiss to your forehead. You never felt pressured to lose your virginity because you knew that a moment like this would make it all the more special and that he’d be the only one you’d share it with. So in that moment, Eren moved his tongue down your body, kissing and marking your neck with a trail of sloppy pecks. Your hands trailed up his back that had now been stamped with his first tattoo. His hair..that once tapered brown haired cut was dangling in front of your face as half of it remained tied into a bun. He had often dreamed about what this moment would consist of..how it would feel to be given the flower of his beloved. To ‘pop’ your cherry and have the honor of being your first and vice versa. Would he hurt you? Would he fuck it up? His only true goal was to know that you were feeling good. He didn’t want to sound like a weird degenerate but his only experience was through videos and his hand. And yours? He was scared! So terrified that you had to grab his shoulders and tell him to breathe as he was trembling when he began to touch your sensitive center.

“It’s okay, baby. It’s just us here…take your time. You’re doing so good..”

only backed up when he slowly circulated his fingers around on your clit and watched you writhe in pleasure. Whimpering and crying out his name. It was so slippery and juicy but he assumed that was a good thing from the way you rutted your hips and pushed down on the single digit that he put inside of you. “Oh my God…Eren that feels so good!..” “It does? I’m so glad, baby.. can I keep keep going, like that?” Watching you break into a smile as your eyes squeezed shut was as close to nirvana as he could get. He loved seeing you happy. Breathing heavier and begging for more when you added another and stimulated you even more. You were so incredibly tight that he was sweating bullets, wondering how he’d be able to fit inside of you. How could he top this moment?…carefully examining your body; that gorgeous skin, those perfectly round breasts that had grown exponentially since he’d first met you, dark nipples erect and drenched in his saliva as he kissed them softly and those curves that had only filled out in all the right places. He wanted to adore this beautiful body forever..make love to you until he perfected it. Until he could know every bump, line and curve that made up your frame. So much so that even in absence, you’d crave one another and no one else could ever fill that void. He wanted to love you with his eyes closed. To know every tick, every like, dislike and point that made you explode with pleasure. He wanted to be yours in flesh, mind and spirit until you both left this earth.

eventually, you’d find yourself squirming around in the sheets and with his fingers alone, you’d reach your very first orgasm! The feeling was so indescribable, you couldn’t even speak. Only curse and flail around, which he thought was so cute. Chuckling as he pulled you to his chest with a cooing tone. “Aw, baby. It’s okay. There you go, just let it out.” Embarrassed by the fact that you let out a gentle stream of liquid, thinking you had actually urinated but it was the furthest thing from. “Trust me, that’s not what happened. It’s okay, beautiful.” Neither of you even gave a damn. All you wanted was to experience him in his entirety. You’d look down and see that his cock was stiff. Swollen, thick and glowing red at the tip. You’d never seen one in real life but by comparison, it was huge and you were so scared, your knees pushed together and began to buckle as you swallowed a large gulp, wondering how you were supposed to take all of that inside of you… “..we can go slow. We don’t have to fit it all at once. You just let me know how much you can handle, okay baby?” Seemingly trying to console you when he was all but losing his mind. Slowly but surely, his tip would make place atop your overly sensitive slit. Splitting open your folds with that puffy mushroom tip. Bright red and dripping with cum..he was so ready to make you his. “Eren…” hearing the nervous yet needy quiver in your voice made him twitch on his own but he’d merely chuckle, reaching down to stroke your face. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna take care you, okay princess? Here, hold my hands.” without hesitation, completing devoting yourself to him, you’d intertwine your fingers with his own as he integrated from the top to the inside of your warm center. Both of you broke into a high pitched gasp, never experimenting such a sensation before. It was truly like magic..

“Oh fuck..” the words escaping each of your lips as the same time, so much so, it made you and him break into a giggle. The realization of the moment setting on you both. “We’re actually doing this, huh?” “..yeah, but I wouldn’t want it with anyone else..” with that, he’d lean down and brush the side of your face as he began to buck his hips. “I’m gonna start moving, okay? You just let me know if I need to stop..” acknowledging his question with a nod, he’d persist forth and keep pushing. One slow stroke turned into two and before he knew it, he had established a rhythm. Being as gentle and doting as possible. That tight flesh sucking him in with each thrust but still not giving way..you’d squirm and whimper but all from pleasure. You’d claw at his sides and although your eyes were shut tight, you’d let him know that you were alright. Eventually, that room filled with soft cries and the two of you uttering each others names, along with lewd moans. “It’s..so good! Fuck…” “..please, keep moving..don’t stop, Eren.” Begging for more, despite the fact that his shaft had become coated in a very thin sheath of blood and a few tears trailed down your cheek. Signifying that he had finally unwrapped the gift that you’d waited so long for him to claim. The mattress began to jolt around and the floor underneath creaking from the sounds of your lovemaking. That red liquid soon replaced by a clear mucus and his dick nestled inside of you to the halfway mark. What felt like an eternity was in reality..only five minutes and already, he was about to tap out. Panting and breathing heavily as that pace sped up. His pattern was off kilter but he still had you clawing for the sheets, screaming his name. “Yes, baby! Right there, I can feel it again. I’m gonna—“ but before you could announce your own climatic peak, he’d beat you to the punch and without thinking or warning, he’d let out a loud cry, sobbing even and spouting expletives the entire time as a warm load filled your newly defiled cunt. He was in such shock, it didn’t even dawn on him until he’d look down and see it spilling out of you.

“I—shit. I wasn’t supposed to do that. I’m so sorry, (y/n)!” But it was fine. You trusted him so dearly, the two of you forgot any protection. Luckily, you had long been on birth control for reasons unrelated to sex so you weren’t scared. Besides, in that moment, all you knew was that you wanted more. You didn’t want this moment to cease for anything. “It’s okay, baby..I’m fine. Come here..” beckoning him towards you so you could get another one of those divine kisses. It was the best part. With you both having experienced that high for the first time, you didn’t want to come down so for the entire duration of that night, the two of you made love. Exploring and enjoying each other’s bodies. Laughing, kissing, touching and making blunders..the joy that could only come from true lovers. A long time coming certainly, but a moment nonetheless that was worth the wait. By the time you finished, you were both an emotional wreck. Crying but only out of pure rejoice. Having given yourself to the one man that you’d love for the rest of eternity.

“I love you, Eren..”

“I love you more, (y/n)..”

and this time, there was no question, hesitation or doubt when those words were uttered. You were older now and for a flame that everyone was certain would die out, it was now burning brighter than ever.

[pinkmirth]

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𝒮𝒴𝒩𝒪𝒫𝒮ℐ𝒮 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ you’ve fallen for your darling bodyguard, and you’re over the moon to discover that he feels the same. but this feels borderline forbidden . . . for just how long can you keep what you have with reiner under wraps?

𝒞𝒪𝒩𝒯𝒜ℐ𝒩𝒮 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ ( 5k+ words of . . . ) bodyguard!reiner x fem!reader (black coded), fluff, nsfw, modern au, scion!reader (descending from a rich family/influential bloodline), hyperfeminine ‘girly-girl’ reader, reiner’s german, mutual pining, secret relationship / sneaky link, public display of affection (pda), food play, car sex (unprotected), slight dacryphilia, creampie, use of pet names ( e.g. mama, baby, honey, princess), reader calls reiner ‘ papa, ’ explicit language, lowercase intended, minors shoo!

𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁ℯ 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝓁ℯ𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇! ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ this post is an answer to an anonymous ask: ‘ what about secret dates (turned sneaky links) with body guard! reiner??? ’ oh. my. goodness! nonnie, you’re a sexy genius and you should know it. tagging the amazing @ramonathinks! she’s the one who even introduced this bodyguard!rei-rei concept to me, and for that i’m so grateful :) ramona my love, thank you again for all the delicious reiner thoughts you always send my way! now enjoy, xoxo ♡︎

reiner’s your bulking shadow, always trailing not far behind.

he’s been hired by your parents to ensure your safety. nothing more, nothing less. he’ll follow your every step and drive you wherever you please; after all, it’s what he’s paid to do.

things started off the way they should— professional. from the very beginning, reiner knew to keep his distance, and that he did. but he soon realized just how hard that would become . . . you’re effortlessly gorgeous, sharp with your words and caring to a fault. his growing affection was only a matter of time.

nowhere on the criteria for the job does it say that he should be developing feelings. observing your habits, committing them to memory and predicting your behavior is the only thing he’s got any business doing. yet, he loves to feel the softness of your palm in his hand when he helps you into the backseat of your car, even if the contact is just for a split second at most. he finds himself peeking glances at you from the rearview mirror, soaking in how pretty you look when you’re unaware of his gaze. in truth, reiner wishes you didn’t have such an effect on him; that would make work-life much easier on his poor soul. well, love isn’t known for being simple, now is it?

it takes about four weeks on the job for him to grow a soft spot for you. reiner’s always been a hopeless romantic, oh-so quick to fall. he’d willingly lay down his life for the sake of your own, and not just because he’s getting a paycheck for it. thanks to the job description, his devoutness isn’t questioned.

before long, reiner can tell you’re becoming attached to him as well. on a fateful night, he even overhears the phone call between you and your friend, something about ‘ mister braun being so sexy that it hurts . . . ’ your bodyguard is nothing if not a man of dignity. he never meant to eavesdrop! it’s just that he's stationed outside your room for night patrol. he’s now especially glad about being up at five in the morning; he wouldn’t have been able to hear this otherwise. your confessions pry a subtle grin from his lips. there he stands, smiling to himself in the dimly lit hallway where nobody can see him blush like a schoolboy.

‘ nuh-uh, i can’t! that man works for my parents . . . he’s completely off-limits. it's a damn shame, isn’t it? ’ you release a sigh, one so exasperated that he can hear it through the other end of the door. call reiner crazy, but it sounds to him like you’re yearning to have him all to yourself. in a sudden moment, you're emerging from the room, donned in a tiny pink nightgown. cute, but thin as fuck. leaves nothing to the imagination, even. it’s the flimsiest thing he's ever seen you wear.

reiner’s cheeks burn so red that is downright embarrassing, thankfully you're unable to see him. he’s quick to lift his head and look towards the ceiling instead— much more suitable than ogling the tits of his very own client. you wouldn’t be able to catch him staring regardless, considering how the entire corridor’s tainted with darkness, but he wouldn’t dare try to steal a peek anyway.

what he can see, though, is your leisurely smile as you tell him you’re headed to the kitchen to grab a cool glass of water.

“would you like to escort me there too, mister braun? or can i go do something by myself for once?”

you’re playing with him, he realizes. just mere teasing meant to be absolutely harmless. your voice sounds much sweeter at this hour; soft and casual, coated lightly with fatigue from a busy day’s schedule.

“as long as we’re indoors, you can go anywhere you like, madam.” says reiner, “i’ll be here if you need me.”

you make your way to the refrigerator, prancing down the mansion’s luxe spiral staircase, and reiner’s rampant heart finally begins to calm. he wonders if you’d meant for him to hear you on that call. (by now, he knows just how cheeky you can be; it was definitely purposeful.) nevertheless, he's got a job to keep. neither your mother or father would respond kindly if they were to find out that he's become attached to you, or vice versa. he can hardly imagine playing the boyfriend when in reality, he’s supposed to be making sure nothing suspicious comes anywhere near a mile-long radius of you . . . it’s laughable! he’s sure your parents have more than enough money to make him disappear in the blink of an eye— that chilling fact alone puts him on his best behavior.

reiner decides to conceal it; the way he feels for you. keeps his back straight and arms folded to portray the unapproachable persona that got him hired in the first place. you eventually decide to question him over why he so-often wears that solid expression, ‘ like he doesn’t know how to smile, ’ is how you put it. it’s the very first time that you ever hear him laugh, and you turn out to like the sound. rumbly and full of bass. he couldn’t bring himself to admit that in every waking moment, it takes everything to suppress his smile whenever he sees you.

eight months of being in his company brings you to notice that reiner’s a decent listener. he makes for a great conversation, too. sure, he’s just your bodyguard, but he’s got a good ear and a smooth voice. your talks with him are always so lovely; he gives you the comfort to open up about things you’d never be able to tell your parents. pride washes over him when you admit that he’s the only one you genuinely trust. and in these moments, reiner allows himself to get vulnerable too. he tells you of his love for football as a youth, how he takes combat classes five times a week, and that he’s got tons of sisters, brothers and cousins back home in the countryside. the pair of you are so different that the contrast could almost be considered terrible. though, the longer you stay in each other’s presence, the less you can bring yourselves to care.

you and your bodyguard have grown . . . close, to say the least. the way you’re always latching onto his brawny form seems much more than friendly, especially to your parents. ‘ i feel secure with him! ’ is your claim. they’d beg to differ, but your wellbeing is enough to keep them satisfied. reiner excels at his job, and more importantly, the big blonde lug makes you happy. nobody they’ve hired in the past was ever able to get in your good graces; you utterly hated all your former bodyguards. they were much too controlling, lingered too close.

but mister braun was able to differentiate himself. he listens to your dreams and fears alike, treats you like a capable woman instead of some spoiled brat. it also doesn’t hurt that he’s incredibly easy on the eyes . . .

reiner can no longer take it. the woman of his dreams is right in front of him, and there’s not a damn thing he can do about it. the smoothest advance he can make is standing at your right side and slinking an arm around your waist, with claims of it being for your ‘protection.’ but the both of you know it’s only the proximity he’s chasing after. the way he looms beside you was always more self-indulgent than it was for safety. he just liked the closeness of it all.

he feels so much for you, and he’s virtually dying to tell you. but there’s countless reasons why he shouldn’t— particularly the risk of losing his job. every now and again, reiner chooses to be a little bit stupid, all consequences be damned. he works up the nerve to release his confession with slow and careful words. you quickly reciprocate, arms thrown around the back of his neck and tugging him into a cozy hug. he takes you by the waist and pulls you closer in— god, he’s been wanting to do this for so long. reiner hums when your manicured fingers ghost his nape, nails grazing the ends of his hair, with your tits pressed to his own chest. the pair of you fit better than he ever could’ve imagined.

you don’t know whether to call yours and reiner’s relationship ‘ official ’ — can it really be deemed as such when you’re the only ones who know? you dare not mention this to your parents, ‘cause he’s got a job to keep and you couldn’t possibly bear him not being around.

so, you’ve both decided that it’ll be a secret. shared only between you and him, so nobody’s able to intervene. dating your bodyguard is fun— brief kisses being shared when you’re the only ones in the room. the way he snugly hooks his arm around your body when escorting you feels tighter, a little more intimate. in a way, keeping things under wraps feels exhilarating.

your particular relation with mister braun isn’t verified to the outside world, but people are catching on. whenever you go out, reiner’s sure to follow. paparazzi-taken photos of you are occasionally uploaded to the internet, and it’s always a given that he’ll be included. after several months of being seen together time after time, it’s typical of people to assume that this so-called ‘ bodyguard ’ of yours is more of a boyfriend. they aren’t too far off, but you clearly won’t go out of your way to confirm their suspicions. you’re always captured in a picture of you clinging onto his burly arm with a glossy smile. your sweet expressions contrast nicely with his forever-furrowed brows. he’s handsome in this intimidating way, the tabloids say.

it’s a slow-moving thursday when reiner decides to take you on your first date with him. he waits a good hour and forty-five minutes for you to get ready. he’s used to this, of course. by now, he’s got nearly a year’s experience of waiting on you hand and foot. but tonight, his nerves get the best of him. you finish up when he least expects you to— for fuck’s sake, you even catch him pacing in the goddamn kitchen. the sight of you melts his concerns, just a little. you’re done up glamorously from head to toe, and reiner can’t contain his smile, nor hold back his stare. your light lashes are curled and wispy, with blush scattered along your cheekbones. your plush lips are pink with tint, and you’ve got on this figure-hugging outfit that he’d love to tear off of you.

you scan your surroundings, peering at every angle of your spacious home in search of your parents. after ensuring the coast is clear, you engulf him in your arms, wishing you could kiss him but you’re all dolled up and your lips are lined and glossed. reiner nuzzles his nose into the crook in your neck, inhaling faint traces of your most beloved vanilla parfum.

“god, you look so fuckin’ beautiful,” his whisper is soft against your warm flesh. you rub your hands along his broad shoulders, then slide them down his firm biceps. “and you look sexy in black,” you perk up at him, eyes round and gleaming. he loves you, he’s come to realize. and the last thing he wants is to screw this up . . .

he’s thinking too damn much. you can easily tell. it’s obvious in the way his thin blonde brows wire downwards like something’s wrong.

“reiner . . . stop it.” you order, voice serious. you only ever speak that way when you want his utmost attention. to that, he fixes his posture and stands tall as if he’s on patrol.

“stop what?” is his vague response, hands loosely positioned at either one of your hips. you lift your palms to cup his face, feeling the definition of his high cheekbones and firm jawline beneath your fingertips. he’s gorgeous, you think.

“for one, you’re clenching your teeth,” you mention, caressing his rigid jaw line until the tightness lessens. his stubble’s rough and scratchy, but it fits him so damn well. “and you’re frowing, baby.” next, your thumbs trail up to his brows, gently kneading at the creased arch. “relax.”

“m’sorry,” reiner lets out, tone low and pleading. his hands rub at your sides in an anxious pattern. “it’s jus’ that you’re so important to me . . . i wanna do this right, y’know?”

“i bet you will, rei. no need to worry, hm?” you shoot him a soft smile, and he returns it; one of the rare times you catch a glimpse of his nice and shiny teeth. “now show me a good time, papa.”

right before taking your leave , your parents have questions for you— almost too many. you don’t have any business meetings or mall trips on your schedule, so where on earth is he taking you to? rei-rei claims that he’s bringing you to a new restaurant that you’ve been meaning to try. he’ll drive you there and stay on patrol; or so he says. they decide not to question the unusually neat way his blonde hair is slicked back, or how his black dress-shirt and slacks look sharper than usual. hell, he smells amazing too. it can’t be denied that mister braun cleans up nicely.

see, reiner told a partial truth to your family. you’re on your way to a new german restaurant that’s about twelve minutes out, it’s just that you wanted to try it out with him in particular. on the drive there, you just can’t seem to restrain yourself from gazing at the man. reiner looks so put together like this, in a strapping black outfit that‘s snug against his arms, chest and thighs. his side profile’s flawless— he’s got a perfectly defined nose that slopes down to his lips, and you yearn to lick on his protruding adam’s apple. he’s got one hand on the wheel, merging into lanes and making u-turns, while the other that’s unoccupied intertwines with your softer, smaller one.

upon reaching a red light, he takes the opportunity to lift your hand up to his face, trailing his lips along the back of it. “lieblich . . .” he murmurs something in his native tongue that you can’t seem to understand, though you know its meaning is a sweet one. your grin makes him forget all about the risk he’s taking.

upon reaching your destination, reiner’s back in bodyguard-mode. that’s how he gets whenever you’re in public. yes, you’re on a date, but your safety will forever be his number one priority. he escorts you in with a large hand fit snugly into the small dip of your back as he confirms the reservation. his touch never leaves you, not even for a second. he does that thing; where he takes a brief one-over of the area, scrutinizing his environment before making the next move. you go one, two, three stories up, to the VIP floor where your dinner seats reside.

it’s a lot, he knows— the velvet floors, fancy cream-white seats and glass-like walls that showcase an aweing view of the city. you’re more than used to the finer things in life, so the only thing he wants to give you is what you deserve.

you’re raving on about how nice everything looks, leaning back into your seat as you sip on a flute of sheer-pink rosé. he’s relieved to know that he was able to make you smile tonight. a waiter presents themselves, and reiner effortlessly engages with them in german conversation. his words are smooth and fluid as he translates all the entrée and sides you asked for. even when placing a simple order, he’s still the sexiest man on earth. would now be a bad time to kiss the hell out of him?

the next three hours go by quick. you’re chatting and laughing and trying bits of each other’s platters ( though, it's mostly you eating a over half of the food from his plate . . . ) you got yourself salted-caramel ice cream for dessert, and reiner’s mischievous enough to lean close and lick the dripping residue off the corner of your lips. you gasp at him and deliver a playful kick to his foot from under the table.

“what? you had somethin’ there.” is the given excuse for his rascal behavior. naughtiness twinkles in his golden-brown eyes. there aren’t many people up here on the expensive floor, apart from two other occupied tables located on the other end of the room, and a handful of waiters that leave the kitchen every now and again. he’s lucky there isn’t anyone to catch you both.

“you’re crazy,” your laugh is infectious, “don’t make me return the favor.”

in a quick motion, reiner swipes a finger into the ice cream, his touch meeting a subtle cold. before the caramel gets the chance to melt all the way down the length of his digit, he smears some across his bottom lip. his tongue juts out to lick up the rest of the treat from his index finger.

“oh, please do.”

being away from probing eyes has made reiner bold as ever. you take him up on his request, tilting forward so that your tongue can eagerly swipe over his lips and wipe them clean. mostly sweet, just the tiniest bit salty. you want more of him already.

there’s isn’t a soul watching, so reiner escalates it. in an instant he’s got your lips merging, his hand squeezing your thigh from under the table, hot puffs of air escaping you both. “oh my god— you’re g’na get me in trouble, rei!”

“so be it,” reiner mumbles in reply, his words ticklish against your lips. from underneath his fingertips, reiner senses how tightly you press your thighs together, hungry for friction. he’s even beginning to feel worked up himself. but, the pair of you haven’t gone that far yet. the most you’ve done are hour-long makeout sessions on your king-sized bed in the earliest points of the day, when you have enough privacy to get away with it. but you wouldn’t mind feeling him in a new way tonight . . .

“you wanna get out of here, don’t you, mama?” reiner coos, cheeks rosier with his eyes slightly lidded. “mhm,” you’re quick to agree. so he puts the payment for the meal on his tab, takes your hand in his and leads you back down to floor one until you’re out of the building and back inside your window-tinted g-wagon.

mister braun is big. you’ve always known it from his appearance alone, but fuck, it holds a much greater meaning when he’s got you tucked into the backseat of your mercedes with his slacks pulled down to his ankles and your dress strewn sideways, making a slow attempt to press himself into you.

“fuck. let me in, princess,” reiner’s grunt is low, throaty enough to make you clench. your flesh feels hot and your pussy’s leaking all over the coffee-brown suede seats. he knows well enough to play around with your clit, reveling in the noises you make when his pressure increases. simultaneously, his lips suction at the smooth flesh of your neck. it feels like you’re burning up, and he’s the only one who can quench your fire.

experimentally, his hips tilt forward, and another two inches make its way in. he’s only got his fat tip and then some past that dripping hole of yours, but it’ll take much more to stretch you wide open for him. he’s groaning and muttering all sorts of profanities— about how tight you are, how good you feel, how fucking nasty this is of you.

“c’mon, woman,” reiner sucks a sharp breath into his lungs, goading you on, “lemme fuck this tight pussy.” he’s got you dangerously aroused, done by the effort of a few dirty words. wetness dribbles down from your slit to the place you and reiner carnally join, slicking up his girthy shaft as he continues to break himself past your tight rings of muscle. you claw at his solid arms, basking in the stretch. his size is imposing, forcing you open to accommodate all of him. it burns in the best way possible.

“m—more, papa,” you make out a pretty whine, knowing just how he loves your begging. you’ve got your lips agape, kissed raw from reiner’s earlier advances. you grow restless and begin to rock your hips, aching to take the entirety of him.

“mm, don’t worry, baby. i’ll give it to you so good,” it takes a little more of reiner bucking his pelvis, movements careful and shallow, for him to finally make it in. he’s bottomed out, and you can feel the throbbing from his underside. having you wrapped around him feels so incredibly right. you clench rapidly, enveloping him in an incomparable warmth.

by the time he’s made everything fit, you’re a darling little mess. your hair’s gotten frizzy and your eyes are all big ‘n glassy, with your lower lip tucked underneath your teeth. one moan after another escapes you, streaming into his ears like liquid gold. reiner throbs at the sound of every little mewl. he licks away your tears which you hadn’t even known began to fall, catching them before they can roll down the apples of your cheeks. you love the feeling, it’s just that there’s so much of him to handle at once— his fat cock, searing-hot tongue, large roaming hands . . . he's this close to consuming you whole, and you want him to.

reiner’s attentive with the way he fucks you. out, in, the pattern goes, hips drawing back before he slams back into your shaking frame all over again. he hits so unbelievably deep every time, like the width of him can’t help but prod against every spot you have. he manages to stimulate every inch of your walls, bumping every crook and ridge possible. not a part of you goes unattended to. reiner dips his head low to catch your beaded nipple between his lips, while his cock drives further inside and impels you to make more room, just for him.

as gentle as he may try to be, reiner’s undeniably a hefty man. taking it slow won’t make any difference; every deep plunge he makes into your cunt has the car creaking on its very own wheels.

“i fuckin’ love you,” he drops the heated words, punctuated with drilling thrusts; but the dick’s got you goin’ all dumb on him. it’s cute, he can’t deny, but reiner needs you to know exactly what you mean to him. so he grips at your chin from either side and lightly squeezes your cheeks together, tender with care but steady enough to make your eyes uncross and focus on him alone.

“you hear me? i— goddamnit, love you more than anything. love you so much,” the deeper he pushes in, the less you can manage to breathe. you feel the pulsing of his cock in your tummy, and it’s like the tip snags so deep that it nearly lingers in your throat. you feel yourself bounce against the seat, tits jiggling whenever he sinks inside, draws out, and snaps right back into you. your gut feels tightly wound up, and your pussy’s become impossibly more sensitive.

you’re close, he can feel it. your walls flutter with more ardor than before, squishing against the base of him with a tightness gratifying enough to spur moans from deep within his chest. you even bring your hands down to claw at his asscheeks, firm and round to the touch; the perfect source of leverage.

“r— reiner!” you cry out to him, and he’s sure his name hasn’t sounded so good up until now. he wonders if you can actually hear yourself and just how slutty you sound. “you’re close, aren’t you, baby?” to that you nod, head bobbing desperately. you don’t have to tell him, he knows. reiner’s knowledge is keen on the topic of you. what you like, what you don’t, and when you’ve had enough. now he’s truly taking his sweet time getting to know you from the inside out.

he presses a consoling peck to your forehead, maintaining that undoing pace of his. the repetitive ‘plat’ of his heavy balls smacking into your sticky cunt is dull compared to the huffing, panting and whining, but it’s there in all its vulgarity.

“ooh, i know exactly what y’need, princess. papa’s g’na take care of you . . . ” reiner doesn’t even say it above a whisper, just declares his devotion in the softest way he can. he slips a hand down the middle of your sweat-streaked bodies to bring some attention back to your precious clit, lewdly slick and much puffier than earlier. he gives swift strokes using the pads of his fingers, combined with the fluid roll of his hips, until you're arching into his broad chest and snapping your quivering thighs closed, trapping his wrist in between them.

reiner can unravel you with such ease, like he lives for the sole purpose of your pleasure and nothing else. you convulse against him, so he slows. but reiner hardly lets up. not completely, that way he’s able to ride you through it. he continues on, feeding you shallow thrusts to near his own high. his movements turn borderline erratic; thighs trembling, cock throbbing. he’s so close, “gonna cum,” his warning comes off as a groan, straight from the depths of his gut, erotic and primal. he’s clenching his teeth again— this time, for good reason. “where do y’want me?”

not a second is wasted before you plead, ‘ inside! ’ and with that, you’ve officially fucking broken him. never did he think his wildest dream would’ve come true by the very first date. lucky mister braun, getting to fill you up— especially when it’s what he’s been stroking himself to the thought of every other night. now, you’re practically crying for him to give it all to you. undoubtedly, he will.

he comes through one final, sloppy jerk of his hips. with a breathy grunt released into the car’s stuffy atmosphere , his warm seed spurts into you, tainting your womb. once reiner slips out, his thick cum pours down to present the most obscene view. it’s all so slippery, seeping down until there’s a wet puddle of your and his making beneath your ass. reiner’s body goes lax, thoughtfully balancing himself over you with his face propped onto your boobs. it’s only now that he realizes, legs cramped up, that he’s a bit too large for the backseat.

“ . . . i meant what i said earlier.” reiner’s voice comes off muffled, with his face stuffed between your tits and all. he looks adorable this way, gazing up at you with his lips curled into a slight pout. his arms loop your waist, snug and secure.

“mm, you said a lot of things earlier,” is your soft laugh, recalling his crude mouth and how worked up it made you. he allows you to rake your nails through his short blonde fringes.

“applying for this gig is the best thing that’s ever fuckin’ happened to me,” reiner makes an attempt to sit upright and show his conviction, but he ends up with his back hunched over in the restrictive space. he disregards his comfort and reaches for your hands, clasping them in his own. “i said that i love you . . . and i mean it.” his words are airy. he’s still winded from the sex.

“and i love you,” you mean it, too. with all your being. you love him in a way you've never loved anybody else. mister braun keeps you safe, sprinkles you with compliments, slips on your heels for you, puts you first. he makes you feel like this pairing has a chance, like you don’t have to hide it. besides, he deserves your all. you should be proud to call him yours, and that you are.

reiner always wants your kisses. in the morning when you wake, right before dinner, and as you’ve recently discovered, after sex too. you’re always eager to receive his lips pressed to yours. “i love you,” reiner adds in between pecks. he now says it like it’s second nature— he loves you. it makes your heart leap from beneath your chest. he kneads your bare thighs in his palms, slowly gliding his tongue into your mouth. without shame, you moan against his lips. slivers of spit tether you both even after you part.

“i want everyone to know that we belong to each other, reiner . . . my family, too.” you admit, peering up at his handsome face through your curled lashes. you’ve got your hands planted at his chest, feeling at the solidity of his pecs.

“tonight?” he asks, tone unsure.

“yes, tonight, rei!”

he adores your sudden zeal for honesty. he truly does, but—

“maybe another day would work better, princess,” reiner muses, “when your parents wouldn’t kill me for all those hickeys on your neck.”

©PINKMIRTH! . . . all rights reserved! do not steal, plagiarize or repost any of my works. please and thank you! ୨୧

[frogchiro]

I hope I’m not bothering you with my ancient greek mythology stuff my little brain is going into overdrive👉👈

Just…sculptor/painter reader using the gladiators as her nude model…running your hands over their muscles and gushing how strong they are and how amazing your latest piece is going to come out!

You don’t even notice they’re getting hard as you run your fingers over their adonis belt commenting how they’re your new muse for your art

I almost (s)creamed the moment I saw this ask nonnie dear you're a genius ;;

Also I feel the need to mention this; please do keep in mind that this is only my silly au and most probably will have historical inaccuracies so if you're a true history/ancient greece/roman enjoyer, please go mild on me ;;

But back to the drill...You are so right??? Like...I imagine that reader would be a young, aspiring artist with a knack for painting. Maybe she doesn't come from a wealthy family so any true school for it is out of the question, your own parents only came along when you started selling your painting and doing commissions for nobles and it actually started to bring in money. Your road to success is still long but you're managing! Plus you're 'stupidly determined like your father' as your mother says so you try to stay positive!

The one problem you had was something you believed many artists suffered from; inspiration and models. Specifically human models. The human body and physique fascinated you from an early age, the moving muscles, facial expressions to different stimuli and so much more but...the problem were the models, or rather the lack thereof.

You could probably hire someone but the money spend on that would be way too much for your limited budget so the next best thing was the coliseum! It was a blessing in poor disguise, the gladiators trained there almost daily and luckily the head keeper of the arena begrudingly let you stay there and practice in exchange for a satchel of money but to be honest...the practice wasn't the only thing you longed for when visiting the coliseum almost daily, it was the gladiators.

They were huge, burly men in their prime, all of them looking like they were born with a sword or spear in hand and to grow up to become warrior and you'd be lying if you said that warmth didn't spread through your body and centered in your lower belly whenever these big, loud and boisterous men didn't call out for you and purred in dripping, low voices how pent up they are and what they wouldn't give for a pretty soft thing like you :((

The worst (or best) part was when you were practicing nude drawings which were equally fascinating and hard to draw, especially with all these men being so...shameless with it. You loved the human body, all artists do but still you were a young lady and watching all the gladiators walking around the barracks all naked and proud was...an experience to say the least and brought a pang of warmth between your thighs, especially when they were so happy to parade themselves like proud stallions in front of you :((

Strong, toned bodies glistening with sweat and water, their hardening cocks proudly on show whenever you run your soft hands over their toned torsos to study the way muscles move and twitch whenever you run your fingers over a sensitive spot, the most reactive being two of the many foreign gladiators, Johnny or like he insisted to be called 'Soap' and Kyle or 'Gaz', like he wants to be called.

These two are always purring low withing their chests to you as you look all over them, their backs, chests, stomachs, making you promise to do a special commission only for them but you're just nodding dumbly because you're too transfixed on the god-like bodies to draw :(

Another gladiator you're very fond of is a huge, blonde foreigner named Simon, or 'Ghost'. A formidable warrior, a veteran for sure, it looked like Ares himself send this one here to grace the people with a demigod of war. He was always incredibly patient with you, letting you roam your hands over his body and all the numerous scars decorating his skin. Once you saw Simon up close you immediately realized why people called him a demigod-he was beautiful. A strong and powerful man in his prime, his muscles jumping and twitching beneath his thick skin and a layer of fat, power and virility was literally radiating off of this man, and you insistently tried not to look at the long and thick cock hanging between his legs, twitching and pulsating with arousal whenever you marveled over his body and your fingers ran over his adonis belt <3

[daisynik7]

hello !! can i make a smutty reiner request of married life and reiners a dad ? can be angsty if you want . you’re a genius when it comes to writing . i’ll love anything you write down (i always do)!!

Pairing: husband!Reiner x f!reader

Rating: Explicit – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

cw: established relationship, smut – PIV sex (missionary), cunnilingus, fingering, breeding kink, Reiner is a daddy!, fluff, very light angst (reader feels self-conscious after giving birth), talk about weight gain/loss (not much)

Author’s Note: Sweet nonnie, you are too kind. Thank you for the request and I hope you like this! Short, sweet, and of course, smutty. Enjoy! Divider by @/cafekitsune.

“She said dada! She said dada!” Reiner cheers at the kitchen table, spoonful of mushy carrots in his hand, feeding your daughter in her highchair. 

You stand beside them, smiling. “Can you make her do it again?”

“Kara, can you say dada? Dada?” She blinks at him, giggling, tiny hand reaching for the spoon. He gives it to her, chuckling. “I guess she got stage fright once mommy showed up.” He turns to you, giving you a cocky smirk. 

“Oh, so it’s my fault?”

“Yup. You’re putting too much pressure on her. You gotta let it come out naturally, y’know?”

You sit next to him, resting your head on his shoulder, sighing. “Yeah, you’re right.”

“You okay?” he asks, concerned.

You nod silently, eyes closed. He sets his hand on your knee, squeezing lightly. “Hey, seriously, what’s wrong?”

Fingers intwined in his, you answer, “Nothing. I’m fine.”

“Uh-oh. That’s definitely a lie,” he teases.

You nudge him in the ribs playfully. “Shut up.”

“Seriously, sweetie. What is it? Tell me.”

After a deep breath, you confess, “I’ve just been feeling a little self-conscious lately.”

“About what?”

“I don’t know. It’s been over a year now and I still haven’t lost any of the baby weight. It seems like with all my friends, they were able to shed it after a year. But it’s been hard for me. I don’t know.”

He doesn’t respond right away, thinking carefully about what he wants to say. Eventually, he comments, “I know you won’t believe me, but you’re more beautiful now than ever before.”

You laugh. “You have to say that. You’re my husband.”

“But have I ever lied to you?”

It doesn’t take you long to answer because he actually never has. “No, you haven’t.”

He nuzzles his head against yours. “Listen to me: Every single day we’re together, I fall deeper in love with you. In fact, every single minute, every second, you’re on my mind. And all I can think about is how lucky I am to be with you. And the fact that she,” he points to Kara, “came out of you shows that you are the most beautiful. Honestly, our baby is the prettiest, therefore, you are also the prettiest. It’s basic science.”

Your heart swells in your chest, tears filling your eyes. With a smooch on the cheek, you tell him, “You’re so corny, you know that?”

He faces you to give you a kiss. “And…?”

“I love you. So much.”

“That’s my girl,” he coos. He presses his lips to your forehead. “You dazzle me constantly. I truly mean that.”

~~~

Later that night, with Kara sleeping peacefully in her crib, Reiner proves to you how beautiful you are. 

The both of you are naked in bed, your legs spread wide for him with his head between, sucking at your throbbing clit. He’s always been good at this, but tonight, he gives it to you like never before, desperate to show you how much he desires you. He laps at your wet cunt, collecting your slick to smear it over your bud. He shakes his head, spreading his tongue wide on you to lick every sensitive inch. And he doesn’t stop when you whine that it’s, “too much,” or “too sensitive,” because he’ll be damned if he lets his gorgeous wife feel insecure ever again. He wants it ingrained in you how much he cherishes you, body, soul, every fiber of your being. 

He slides his fingers into your pussy, slipping in easily from your orgasms. Curling at the tips, he hits your G-spot, sucking on your clit, smirking as you twitch from the stimulation. 

“Fuck! Baby! I –”              

“It’s okay, honey,” he muffles, mouth still latched to you. “You can come again. Don’t be shy. Give it to me.”

Your body buzzes with ecstasy, radiating all the way down to your toes. He finally removes himself from you, lightly tapping on your swollen bud with slippery fingers. “You’re beautiful. I love seeing you like this.”

“Rei,” you whimper, twisting your legs around him, eager for his cock.

“Not yet, sweetie. Let me worship you a little while longer.” He leans down, kissing your stomach, tracing your stretch marks with his tongue. You watch him, running your fingers through his hair. “I love every single thing about you,” he whispers, trailing up to your breast, suckling at your nipple. “Every part of this gorgeous body.”

He explores your curves and peaks, the crook of your neck, the inside of your mouth, until he guides himself inside you, pumping his cock into your pussy. You wrap your legs around his waist, clinging to him tightly, wanting to melt into him. He continues to kiss you sloppily, dribbling his spit into your mouth. “Fuck, sweetie,” he moans, his thrusts increasing in pace. “I’m so close.”

“Fill me up, Rei. Please.”

“You want me to fuck another baby in you? Want me to make this cute belly round again, huh? Fuck, I can’t wait. I can’t wait, honey. You’re so beautiful, fuck.” He spills inside you, cock spurting his load into your womb. He watches as he slowly pulls out, enjoying the sight of your throbbing pussy gushing with his cum. 

As big spoon, he cuddles you, sliding his arm over your waist, kissing the back of your neck, dewy with perspiration. “I love you, beautiful. I hope you don’t get tired of me saying that.”

You squeeze his hand in yours, smiling. “Never.” 

[vasito-de-leche]

Hiya! I saw that requests were open, and I wanted to ask if you could do literally anything for Vertin and a reader who's romantic. I'd prefer if the reader was not involved with St. Pavlov in any way and actively avoids/makes it known they hate the Foundation, but I'd love anything that has to do with just Vertin tbh.

Anyway that's all, have a good day/night!

;R1999 VERTIN - "this life and the next"

Vertin x Reader. 1.1k words. hurt/comfort It's the end of an era and you have to say goodbye to the love of your life. But Vertin isn't ready to let go of you yet - she'll always find you in this life and the next.

I went for a little oneshot for this one and tried to do the opposite of my usual stuff to focus on the reader's POV for once lolol. still kept things pretty vague (hopefully) so this can be read as an arcanist/human reader!

ty for the request nonnie! not sure if the romantic part came across because, well. MY HAND SLIPPED WHEN WRITING THIS AND I GOT A BIT CARRIED AWAY. HOPE YOU LIKE IT ANYWAY!

Her hand slides into yours.

Vertin's skin is cold, it always has been, but her grip is firm and steady whenever she holds you. There is an unwavering confidence in her movements that sweeps you off your feet, like this is simply how things were meant to be.

Like the whole universe was meant for you and her, and nothing else.

You know of her role and title - the Timekeeper - and just the thought alone makes your chest ache. You know the things they expect of her, back in that awful institution of self-righteous bureaucrats, and your free hand curls up into a fist. You know of her safe haven, a pocket dimension in that suitcase she carries everywhere, but what good is it for when she's still trapped in a gilded cage?

This is an unspoken truth, one no one dares to mention in her presence - all the people she's saved throughout the eras, they know that their freedom and their future comes at the cost of hers. You know this, and so does she.

Above all, you know her.

She's Vertin, your precious, little dove. She's cold and she's the warmest person you ever met. She's hard to read and every little detail about her betrays that stoic nature. She will never stop trying to do the right thing, even when dealt the worst possible hand. You love her for it.

And you love that, at the end of the world, she's chosen to be here with you.

The timer on her forearm continues ticking down, but you don't care what the bold orange numbers say because the moment they reach zero, your life will end. And you've chosen enjoy every single second you have left with her.

If life were a movie, this would've been the perfect third act climax - a temporary goodbye between people who are destined to be together against all odds. There would be a fade to black, and the next scene would show you and Vertin, older and happier than ever, unbothered by the problems of a distant past.

Vertin calls out your name, bringing you back to the current present - your chest feels lighter than ever even as the rain begins to pour.

"I'm sorry. We only have about-"

"Hush, hush. I don't want to hear about that right now." You're quick to silence her with a gentle finger atop her lips. It's your turn to ease her worries, after all the burdens she's chosen to carry. "I want to hear what you think about the future."

There's a moment of silence, she's considering your words very carefully. You don't need to be a genius to know that she's dying to ask you to join her. You could brave the storm with her and everyone else if you try hard enough - but you're not willing to become another pawn for the Foundation. You can't do that to yourself, you've seen the way they treated Vertin, Sonetto, Matilda - everyone else. You've seen what Manus Vindictae do to their people.

"...Right now?" You nod at this, it's only fair after she's asked pretty much everyone she knows. You want to hear it, the hopes she holds in her heart. Vertin takes a deep breath. "You want to know what I think of the future, what I want in it. Correct?"

Somehow, the intensity of her voice makes your heart skip a beat. Like she's made up her mind about something important.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see it - water moving up, rain being reversed - but you keep your focus on Vertin and nod once again.

She pulls you into her arms, a hand in the back of your neck and the other one wrapped around your waist. In this position, with your face nestled in her neck, all you can see is the rise and fall of her chest in the little space left between your bodies.

Your face is flushed with both love and embarrassment - even now, Vertin is trying to protect you from seeing the chaos that surrounds you. You want to speak, to tease her for being such a reliable knight in shining armor, tell her that she can't keep making you fall in love with her, that you're meant to be the hopeless romantic - but she beats you to it.

"I want to see the future you told me about. One without pain, where everything is just one never-ending fairytale. I want a gallant, white horse to ride with you into the sunset. All those cheesy things that you love, I want all of them."

Her hold on you tightens. There is a constant, loud booming sound, like a dying star, that makes your ears hurt but Vertin's voice rises above it. Your grip on her is just as desperate.

"And I don't want to say goodbye to anyone ever again."

It's the end of an era, you can feel yourself dissipating, being pulled apart from inside out by time itself. The tears flowing from your eyes fly upwards instead, and you only let out a choked laugh when you pull away from Vertin, just enough to see her face. She's crying just like you.

"You're so mean, even now you're calling me cheesy and making fun of me." Your voice breaks when you say this, but you still manage to keep a light-hearted tone. "Hey, Vertin?"

There's a glimmer of hope in her eyes, like she's waiting for you to say yes, to dive head-first into her suitcase and forget about this bitter moment.

"Do you think we get our happy ever after in another universe? That we'll find each other, no matter what?"

Just as you stop feeling your feet, your legs, your arms - Vertin leans forward, her forehead against yours. You hate hearing her so vulnerable and broken like this, but you still commit every detail of her face and her voice to memory.

"Yes. Yes, no matter what it takes, I'll always find you."

"Promise?"

Those are the last words you utter before the universe rips you apart and the world fades to black.

You jolt awake, feeling a suffocating pressure in your chest. It's hard to breathe, even more so now that you realize you're crying. Something shifts to your left, the sound of blankets rustling about - the sudden movement makes you flinch, still dazed in your fear.

A cold hand slips off from yours. Someone yawns and whispers your name in the faint light of dawn.

"...Deep breaths, okay? Make sure to breathe with me." Her words are rehearsed, calm. You breathe in and out as she instructs. Once you calm down, the woman next to you sits up and rests her head on your shoulder. Her long, silver locks tickle against your skin.

"Feeling better, love?"

Almost on instinct, your hand reaches out for hers, now tracing circles on her bare forearm. No more "Storms", no more orange numbers, no more goodbyes.

"Yeah, it was just a... dumb nightmare. Thanks for the help."

This is your happy ever after. You turn just enough to kiss the top of her head and smile into her hair when she yawns again. That one is contagious, you yawn as well, feeling much more relaxed.

"Mhm...Oh, your breath smells like the leftovers we ate for dinner."

"Vertin! Way to ruin the moment!"

[uchihaharlot]

Shisui talking to his child.

Shisui: go tell mom that you want a little sibling😊

Child: But I want a dog🤨

What would Shisui do if he had a child who wanted to remain an only child?

ohhhh nonny.

You and I think a lot a like!! 🥹 Though, and I've said it before and I say it again. You cannot outwit a master manipulator...

NSFW; Shisui being much like a damn kid with his son; what a lucky man; I wish I were his wife; white wine induced writing; ya'll getting blue balled here too 😈

While Shisui is definitely a shinobi with integrity, he regularly barters with his son. Candy, toys...a puppy?? This is a little more than just a simple request from his dear heart little one. And Shisui adores his first born tremendously. Would give up his right so to speak.

That being said, there is a tit for tat he wants to run by his shit grinning kid, as he is asked for a four legged friend. Ultimately he's gonna get the damn puppy regardless, he wants a dog too...but his son is nearly six. Which means Shisui has only bred his wife in theory over the years, and birth control is a real bitch.

'Sounds good pumpkin,' gives his son a charming smile. 'I'll make you a deal.'

Now, Shisui needs to be smart about this. He hasn't necessarily had the talk on the birds and the bees with his boy. His son is essentially a fingerprint of his own genius and Shisui does't really deign going into detail daddy's need to fill mommy with his seed.

'Ok Papa.' Gods his kid is cute, but devious as hell.

'Ask mommy very nicely,' he pauses, thinking appropriately the next words, 'tell her you want a little sibling.'

This damn kid tilts his head, 'why?'

Ok, this is a good time to bitch about kids not doing as they're told. 'Because, just tell her and then we can get a puppy.' Tries not to baby talk his own kid, but he's just so damn cute and menacing. Like his father.

'What if I don't want a sibling?' Little fucker tilts his head, again, but in the opposite direction.

Now, Shisui is not what I would call a desperate man. But with this? He might be. 'If you want the puppy, you need a sibling. Dogs are a lot of care and you're gonna need someone ton help pick up after it when the puppy gets bigger.'

'...Why?' Shisui rubs a palm over his face, and smiles wickedly kind at his patience testing kid.

'Thats how this deal works kiddo.'

'But...' Shisui is forced to listen to little boy ramble off the plethora of peers with animals and no siblings. Even adds that is why most of them have an animal companion to begin with.

It seems luck is not on Shisui's side today. The damn kid is a cock block, not really but, for the love of the gods. If Shisui has to pull out again he's going to impale his forlorn heart on a steak.

Cue his lovely, and adoring wife. They lay in bed. Her reading, Shisui going over some scrolls. Mundane absentminded conversation between the two as they wind down and snuggle into bed.

Silence is usually the last thing Shisui notices before falling asleep, but his wife so sweetly big spoons him. And, well, she's quelled their silence with three simple words whispered at the nape of his neck.

'...a puppy, huh?' Snakes her soft hand over his chest, it only goes lower.

Let's get this straight, Shisui never gets nervous. He faces enemies on a regular basis, but his damn wife asking about the puppy their son begged for earlier didn't fall short on her eager ears. He groans, out of arousal and disbelief that she heard them.

'Heh... You heard all that?' Not so much a nervous chuckle as it was a soft exhale. Her dainty little fingers are already slipping into his pajama pants.

'Only the important parts...'

She needn't say anything else. Shisui was on her before she could even register the two fingers that squelch in her cunt. Goddamn heat seeking fingers. 'So are we getting a puppy?'

When Shisui looks at her like she held all the answers, fingers crooking in soft wet pussy, coaxing her to cum with sharingan eyes. Sexual coercion was his best quality in the bedroom. That and his cock.

'Yea..' Bitch, yea. They're having another baby. Right here, right now. 'Don't even need...to ask.' So beautiful when she's halfway to cumming and wetting his lips with a desperate swipe off her tongue.

[queers-gambit]

Your Felix fics are so genius!! Here is an idea: The reader staying at Saltburn for the first time & getting lost trying to find their room again late at night & accidentally walk into Felix’s after he’s just gotten out of the bath so he’s naked and changing or something so she sees a lot more than she ever has since they aren’t dating (yet) and can’t look away 🤭

love it love it love it, love it a little too much!

thank you so very kindly for this request and compliment! i was stuck for a hot second, but i think it turned out pretty okay! i'm anxious to hear what you think, sweet Nonnie! be sure to pop back in and let me know, would you?

your incredible idea birthed this fic:

Lost and Found

thank you again, all my love 🖤

[megistusdiary]

Ayato seems so calm and collected in public, holding back whatever irritation he feels when you beg him for more affection in public. He is an important man and doesnt want other people in on his business. However once you start flirting with other men in hopes to rile him up a little he’ll rush you back to the estate and teach you the consequences of disobeying a commissioner. You wanted him to be more possessive so here you are!

ANYWAYS UH BRAT TAMER AYATO WHO MARKS YOU UP TO THE POINT THAT you’re EMBARRASSED TO GO OUT IN PUBLIC??? Yes please

THIS CONCEPT?? 🧎🏼‍♀️ 🧎🏼‍♀️😩 i love this so very much. also ayato has been on my mind lately fr fr. nonnie, you're a genius 🤌

i hope this does the concept justice ;w;

warnings: brat-tamer!ayato and sub!fem anatomy/pronouns reader

brat-taming, marking, manhandling, spanking, asphyxiation, dacryphilia, bondage, degradation, reader calls him 'sir.'

"ayato, m'sorry! i didn't mean it!" your eyes were glassy with tears as you stared up at ayato. he loomed over you, looking down with a deceptively neutral expression.

his gloved hand reached down for your face, gripping your jaw and pulling you towards him. he tilted your chin up, forcing your gaze to meet his.

"if you're looking for mercy, perhaps you should ask those other men you threw yourself at." he hissed, feeling your cheeks radiate warmth.

"i just wanted you to pay attention to- mmff!" ayato pressed your cheeks together, puffing your lips out and effectively silencing you.

"you were that desperate for attention? you think it's acceptable to flirt with my business partners, hm?" he paused, taking a moment to think. you watched his tongue dart out to wet his lips before they twisted into a smirk that made your eyes widen. "or, maybe, this is exactly what you wanted." the way your thighs rubbed together told him all he needed to know.

ayato laughed, running a hand through his hair and releasing your cheeks. your head fell forward at the loss of his grip, face feeling numb.

"you want to know what happens when you misbehave? fine, i'm more than delighted to demonstrate." he leaned over you, manhandling you to his liking. the rope binding on your hands made it easier as you simply turned whichever way he wished.

you shivered as he positioned you on your hands and knees, arching your back for him. you felt him lift your skirt up, cold air hitting your bare cunt. you faintly remember hearing him mention something about counting, thinking nothing of it.

until his bare hand came down hard on your ass. you lurched forwards, struggling to support your body.

"count." he reminded you.

"one!" you cried out, gasping when he hit you again rapidly.

"one what?"

"sir!" you bit your lip, feeling his hand skim over your heated skin. he spanked you again, taking pleasure in your shaky moans and gasps. he could hear you mumbling 'sir' and 'sorry' mixed in with counts for each hit.

he did so wish to see your face, though. seeing your pretty eyes fill with tears, lips quivering as you stare up at him.

growing bored of this position, he moved you again as he pleased. this time, you were sitting on his lap, pussy hovering over his dress pants. you looked up at him nervously as he leaned down, pressing you close to his chest as he began sucking marks up and down your neck.

you whined, writhing against him and trying to escape the painful nipping sensations. "hold still." he warned you, sucking another mark into the junction of your neck and shoulder.

"but, i- these can't be hidden- it's too warm for high collars, aya- sir." you trembled in his hold as he scoffed.

"that's your problem. you should've reconsidered your insolent behavior at today's meeting." he moved back, hearing your exhale of relief. it was replaced with a breathless gasp as his hand wrapped around your throat.

his other hand went down to your cunt, laying fingers against your entrance. he sneered as he squeezed the sides of your throat, feeling you clench against his fingers. "you're so desperate." you closed your eyes in shame, mouth falling open as he cut off your air carefully.

you felt his fingers tease your entrance, collecting the slick from your hole. he dipped the tips in continuously as you shivered. you struggled to not press down on them.

you suddenly felt ayato push you back onto the bed, falling limply like a doll with your hands tied behind your back. "you must be completely foolish to think i would touch you seeing how you conducted yourself this afternoon. if i were you, i would get to making it up. right now."

[babylovepresley]

Delusional E.P headcannon:

Elvis loves taking naps with his girl- he loves being able to cuddle and hold her tight, just the warmth of it all makes his heart swell- especially when she wakes up all sleepy and mumbling while making heart eyes at him and he teases her about it

oh nonnie i absolutely adore this! however i am listening to “love in the dark” by adele so this is angsty… :(

“please… just lay with me”

how could you say no to him? when he looks at you with so much love & care, afraid that even glancing at you the wrong way will make you shatter & disappear

so you curl up to him as he lays flat on his tummy; his favorite position to sleep in such childhood

the room is shrouded in blue moonlight; as fresh as the babies breath he used to buy you every tuesday on the way home from work..

when you were young & wide eyed & he was wild & free but still so effortlessly tied down to you

you knew there were other women, sometimes when he laid down next to you at night, slurring his love declaration and mumbling to sleep with exhaustion, you saw lipstains on the collar of his shirt

still, in moments as tender as this, you wondered how he could possibly not love you

how could he not love the way you cling to him?

how could he not love your eyes that never leave his chest to make sure he’s still breathing & not gone back to heaven where he came from

how could he not love you? how couldn’t this satisfy him?

he stirs beside you, one eye opening and peering over the muscle of his bicep and staring at you

“i love ya y/n… ‘m sorry if i don’t say it no more”

there are no words to express the pain in your chest as he utters those words

you simply swallow and nod your head, afraid to speak in fear of the sob slowly climbing into your throat

“baby love… lemme see your eyes, please”

and you look at him; with so much love and anger and resentment, but never hate. never that.

“so beautiful. thought you was sleepin’ for a minute, but i know my girl, i know my y/n”

his voice rings in the darkness, reminding you that you will always be able to find your way back to him.

from the lonely girl in ‘55 to the other woman in ‘71, how strange and foreign he had become

his love language was always touch; a hand on your waist, ankles hooked under tables, arm over your shoulder or resting on your head.

yet it still shocks you when he reaches for you. not because of the darkness, but because of the unfamiliarity of his touch

how had someone who knew every part of you, seated himself deep into the very flesh of your being, feel so strange?

he pulls you to him, laying on his back with your left hand placed on his heart & covered by his large, warm hand

who had they touched before this?

but that thought is not your undoing.

it’s the steady sound of his heartbeat pounding right beneath your right ear

he’s calm, here now, holding you in his arms at 11:07 pm on a random monday, is the calmest he has been in months.

in the morning he’ll belong to the world again. the flashy genius musical angel sent from God himself. the lifelong heartthrob & first love of women & men around the world. the leader. The King.

and yet here in the dark, he is all yours.

you don’t wonder about his indifference; instead you just sleep & hold him with all of the love and courage left in your body.

like you always have.

“goodnight sleepin’ beauty, i’ll see ya in the mornin’”

“goodnight e… i love you”

[rmd-writes]

i honest to god have just finished rereading what's like it's hard and that series truly lives in my mind rent free! i know you're planning a 3rd installment and i cant wait but do you have anything you can share with us that didnt make it to either stories and wont be a spoiler for the 3rd one??? im just gobbling up any lawyer au content bc it's so wonderful!!!!

thank you so much, nonnie! 💖💖 I love my firstprince lawyer au series so much and hearing that other people love it makes my face do this 🥹🥹 every single time. (Also, someone out there must have put it in a rec list somewhere because there’s been a little resurgence in comments and kudos on those fics - so thank you kind stranger!!)

There isn’t a lot that I had planned for those fics that didn’t make it onto the page tbh, I generally write a pretty clean first draft so I’m not someone who tends to remove entire scenes because they just don’t get written!

I did share their first I love yous a few months ago because I couldn’t fit that into the fic.

And I can tell you that when I wrote to the victor, it was never my intention to write a prequel! But I posted the last chapter of to the victor and almost immediately several friends (and more than a few commenters) asked me very nicely to consider writing a prequel and once I started thinking about it, I couldn’t stop so I worked out a timeline, started outlining and 65k later here we are!

@dustratcentral is a bit of a genius when it comes to playlists, so when I sent out a very brief outline of what like it’s hard, less than an hour later she came back to me with this playlist for the fic, which I listened to a lot in the months that I was writing!

Sorry I didn’t have any snippets to share this time 💖

[poewritesgayshit]

Only God knows if you're still taking requests-- but how do you feel about a Fyolai+Sigma where Nikolai convinces Sigma that they should Noncon Fyodor? It can start as Noncon and end with all parties really into it, lol. I leave it to your creative genius, Poe. I just want to see Fyodor bottoming for both of them and hating how much he is enjoying it for a change lol. Mindbreak is also a cute detail if you want. Hope you consider it! 💖💖

↪ ⋆ ▫ ∙ we're what killed the dinosaurs | fyosiglai request 🎉 ∙ ▫ ⋆ ↩

word count: 1.4 k. mostly pwp

description:

Sigma is tired of Nikolai's games, even if the point of this one is to make everyone get along. But he'll play fair. After all, this is the first time Nikolai's used this type of method. (An aphrodisiac that works as a slow-acting poison? Is he serious?) Yeah... Sigma knows everyone can survive this one. So he'll do what he can, even if it means doing something he really shouldn't do.

contains: most of the above and also

fuck or die

fyodor is in a non-speaking role; he is completely restrained and subdued. i wasn't sure how to write sigma being in the more dominant role without nikolai having a very heavy hand in things

trans masc sigma, also trans masc sigma taking dick without protection and getting creampied

notes: hey nonnie thank u for the request! this was actually my first one, can you believe it? and i hope this wasnt too long of a wait! my whole family had covid and i was running a fever. ill crosspost to ao3 once i stop fucking around on discord and get around to it 👉👈 hope u like it

edit: ao3 link is here! https://archiveofourown.org/works/52099318

The last thing Sigma saw before he passed out was the spine of the library book he'd just checked out toppling to the floor next to him. The first thing he saw when he woke up was Nikolai's face.

"Welcome, Sigma! Welcome! Want to play a game?" Nikolai was glowing. Sigma resisted the urge to sock him square in the jaw because he was in survival mode now, and survival mode meant he needed to keep all his fingers.

"I'm not at the library," Sigma said, phrasing it as a statement instead of a question, and Nikolai's face lit up.

"Ding ding ding! Cor-rect! Now, for ten additional points, guess where you are!"

Sigma was not playing his game.

"Probably some warehouse in Yokohama somewhere," Sigma said, because the lights were off, and he couldn't really see, and he was so lightheaded that what he could see wasn't helping much. But after letting his eyes adjust, he realized that the lights wouldn't help. Nikolai had covered every surface with dark green fabric, fabric so thick that he couldn't tell one surface from another.

"That is…" Nikolai paused. "In-correct! Want to buy a vowel?" He ripped the fabric off of what appeared to be a large chalkboard, where the partially-written words 'L - - -  H - - - -' were spelled in permanent marker, along with a half-drawn hangman figure.

Sigma was about to tell Nikolai off for being childish, but then, it hit him all at once, and he stood up… then fell over again, after realizing how weak he really was.

"Nikolai, am I in a love hotel?"

"Whoa! You're pretty smart, Sigma!" Nikolai fanned himself with a paper fan that he'd pulled out of nowhere, and then snapped it shut, tilting Sigma's chin up with its edge. "But you weren't able to figure out that we aren't the only ones in this room."

With a flourish, he ripped the green velvet off of a loveseat in the middle of the room, to reveal Fyodor Dostoevsky. He was bound and gagged, naked, with his legs tied apart. He was covered with a fine sheen of sweat, as if he was feverish, and he looked just as weak as Sigma felt.

"The aphrodisiac I administered to both of you is also a slow-acting poison. 'The effects can be delayed by sexual release…' at least that's what it says here on the bottle." Nikolai tossed a glass bottle over his shoulder. "I have enough antidote for both of you, but first, I want you to compete in another game with me~"

"I've had enough of your games," Sigma said, the furious words dropping from his lips before he could hold his tongue.

"But, Sigma, dear, don't you want to live?" Nikolai asked, and then, he kissed him.

It was true. Sigma wanted to live.

Nikolai's lips didn't feel repulsive—at least, Sigma didn't want to instinctively jerk away when Nikolai wrapped his hand around the back of his neck and held him still. Maybe it was the fact that the aphrodisiac had already taken effect, or the fact that he was scared of him. But Sigma didn't want to move.

From across the room, Fyodor watched them with sharp eyes.

"You know, I was so relieved when you both made it out okay. I thought I might have been broken, because I wasn't supposed to feel that way. When I'm no longer tied to anyone or anything, I truly have free will—or at least, that's what I thought. You see, I've grown attached to you, too, Sigma. I was grieving for you, too. And when I found out you were also okay, I ran as quickly as I could to see you. So, I thought, 'why don't we all celebrate? Instead of killing each other… why don't we all try to survive instead? By showing each other some love… isn't that right?' " Nikolai said.

Sigma felt ill. "So you want to watch me and Fyodor fucking? Is that what you're trying to say?"

"Oh, no no no, you don't need to use that kind of language~ But if you insist~ you might want to do it soon. He's been waiting here for a long time, you know. In ten minutes, he'll pass out~ Thirty minutes until organ failure will start, and in forty-five minutes, he'll become incontinent. Within two hours, if I don't forcibly administer the antidote, he'll die, and even if I do, he won't be able to stand without mobility aids. Should I go on?" Nikolai continued to monologue. He clearly had this all planned out.

Sigma stared at Dostoevsky, tied up in his chair. Fyodor looked pathetic. He was a sobbing wreck—he must be in immense pain, too. Sigma blinked, and Nikolai must have removed all of the cloth that was covering the tables in that split second, because they lay bare, covered with BDSM paraphernalia, vibrators, condoms and lube, even knives and scissors.

Sigma, without thinking, stood up and approached Fyodor.

Once he got there, his knees gave way, and he just… collapsed on top of him. And Sigma stayed there, his head buried in the crook of his neck, rutting his arousal against Fyodor's.

Fyodor was smaller than he was, but Sigma didn't think he was going to crush him. Sigma realized that he'd been undressed in his sleep—this feels like a dream, Sigma thought, listening to Fyodor's pathetic whines as he rubbed his clit up against the head of his cock. He realized, without acknowledging it fully, that he was making just as much noise as Fyodor was, and that somehow, he was so wet that he could just… slide Fyodor right inside of him. And he did just that, acting on impulse and sinking all the way down so Fyodor's cockhead could nudge against his cervix.

 What happens if he cums in me? 

This thought felt like it was happening in a distant memory as Sigma fucked himself hard on Fyodor's shaft. Fyodor screamed through his gag and he figured the other man might have already finished… but he must have thought too soon. A glance over his shoulder revealed that Nikolai had his cape draped over his lap and was playing with something in between his thighs. It didn't take a genius to figure out what he had buried in that cape, and where it had ended up. Sure enough, Fyodor's sobs of overstimulation were because Nikolai had buried himself up to the root and was painfully teasing his prostate.

Sigma, feeling a little bit bad for him, cupped Fyodor's face and kissed along his jaw as he struggled in his grip. Fyodor looked like he was close to an orgasm, but Sigma hadn't gotten anywhere near his own. Sure enough, he shuddered in Sigma's arms, and Sigma felt him release inside. The morning after pill wasn't easy to acquire, and he was already trying to figure out if he'd have better luck just going to Yosano—but suddenly, as he was dismounting, something stopped his train of thought.

When Sigma tried to get up, Nikolai blocked his way. He was behind him, holding him still. He wrapped a hand around his neck, and that was when Sigma screamed. But Nikolai wasn't trying to kill him. He removed his hand as soon as Sigma relaxed and slid back down, filling himself once again. Then, he... grabbed his hips, lifting him and slamming him down. Nikolai went one step further than that, wrapping one hand underneath each of his thighs and using all his strength to pick him up. picking him up. He was manhandling him and sliding him up and down on Fyodor's cock—It felt unbelievably good, better than anything Sigma could do on his own. He then pressed something into Sigma's hand, then guided his hand down and against his cunt. It was a vibrator, something Sigma had never bought or used before. And when he switched it on, the stimulation plus whatever Nikolai was doing to him made him want to cry. Sigma sobbed, burying his head in Fyodor's shoulder as Nikolai helped his friend use his body as a living fleshlight. He didn't even realize that he was having an orgasm until three minutes into his second one. The buildup was just as intense as the climax itself, and his body just kept going, spasming, sandwiched in between Fyodor and Nikolai for what seemed like hours.

Sigma was only aware that he had passed out when he woke up. Nikolai must have done something while he was distracted; because this wasn't a normal occurrence for him, not in the slightest.

"The antidote," he managed, his mouth dry. Nikolai, lying in bed next to him, perked up when he heard him say it.

"Oh, the antidote~ It's all done! I gave it to you while you slept!" Nikolai said, with the same cadence as if he was telling Sigma he had a birthday present he hadn't given to him yet.

"...Where's Fyodor?" Sigma asked, then, the words crowding behind his lips before he said them as if he didn't want to set them free.

"He's in the other room. He asked for you. Do you want to see him again?" Nikolai said, and he was all sparkles and hearts and glitter and fire.

Sigma was smoke, he was dust, he was ash. He felt like he would blow away in the wind.

"I don't."

[beneathashadytree]

Hihi! I wanted to request how Albert or William react to NB (non-binary) reader being smarter then them if that’s alright! Enjoy your writing btw, and have a nice day!

BEWITCHING BRILLIANCE - ALBERT MORIARTY X READER

Warnings : a little suggestive towards the end, mentions of blood and death, this is not proofread, reader identifies as non-binary!

Genre : fluff <3

Word count : 0.6K words

Additional notes : Hi nonnie! Thank you for requesting something lighthearted like this; it’s just what I need during my days at uni🫠 I chose Albert for this since I get a LOT of requests for William, and I like to change things up a bit. I always write my reader as gender-neutral unless requested otherwise, so I always use they/them pronouns anyways. Still, I added a heads-up at the start that they identify as non-binary, just for clarification. Hope you enjoy this, and have a lovely day as well!💗

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Masterlist

Albert’s got the subtle kind of genius; the kind that not many people spot at first glance

To others in the ‘Ton and even to commoners, he’s known as the nobleman who’d climbed through the ranks in spite of all adversities, earning himself multiple titles and a reputation that rivaled no one’s

His charm and ability to win anyone over with a flash of his smile was something incredible in an of itself, and only played to prove just how skilled he was at handling all social situations

That cunning of his that lied within his social skills allowed him to puppeteer people as he wished, playing them to his tune and forcing them to do his bidding without ever making it seem like it was anything but their fully conscious choice

The fact that they somehow managed to slip past his sneaky plans and see through him was something that had him quirking his eyebrow in amusement and shock

They had his attention the moment they defied his subtle commands laced through his honeyed words, and it was only natural for his curiosity to pique

As time went by, he found himself drawn to their brilliance that shown through every idea and thought of theirs that they shared with him, a very eager listener

Proud as he was, Albert was self-aware enough to realize that they were far smarter than he was, the subjects they discussed whenever they met up just barely brushing the surface of the well that is their intelligence

When they started courting each other, he made it very clear that he intended to treat them not only as an equal, but also someone he genuinely looked up to and would trust implicitly with their advice in decisions and choices

Their wisdom is something he looks out for, seeking their opinion and guidance whenever they could give it—and he never does it with any manipulative intent, because he knows that they would easily pick up on it if he ever dared try to con them into it

However, if he ever decided (after lots of lengthy discussions with the entire gang) to let them in on their plans, they were more than likely to agree and chip in with their help whenever they could provide it

A small part of Albert was selfish enough to want to keep them away from staining their hands with the blood of the fallen; if he could protect their innocence in that respect then he would do anything for it

He also dislikes the prospect of making it seem like he’s using them for his own gain, so he’d rather keep their “help” to a minimum

After all, he loves to revel in the privacy of their conversations together, late at night with the lamplight oil burning low and the flickering flames casting dancing shadows on their faces

And if their eyes grow hooded and their smiles more languid as the conversation flowed between them and the words lingered in the warm air, then he would absolutely take them to bed for a proper show of appreciation of their incredibly attractive intellect, and a confession of just how damningly captivating he found them

He’s not much up for challenging them in terms of smarts, given that he’d much rather learn from them than go head-to-head with them, but he’s certainly up for tempting them twice as much with his lips in other ways he knows he reigns superior in

Taglist: @sherlockscumslut @lilias-highlights @whitecelluyu @wifeofkyojuro

[graygiantess]

Thank you for In Hell Together After All, it absolutely crushed me (in a good, painful way). ❤️ It made me wonder what is your history with IWTV/The Vampire Chronicles: how did you become a fan, what caught your attention and what made you want to "stay"?

And also, you probably write a lot of your headcanons into your stories, but do you have any specific headcanons of any of the characters/relationships in the series?

Hey Nonny!

Sorry for the late reply. Covid broke my brain and I can only focus on reading/writing for very short stretches of time.

(I love getting these asks, though, so please no one feel deterred by this, lol!)

I'm so glad you enjoyed In Hell Together After All! And thank you for your ask. 😊

Putting my answer under the break again so as not to clog up people's dash with my novel-length ramblings.

Luce and TVC

I first got into TVC when I was 14, which is almost 21 years ago. My 13yo foster sister and I were completely obsessed with Buffy the Vampire Slayer. 

I was aware that there was a vampire movie with Tom Cruise and Brad Pitt and wanted to see it. I have a much older half-sister and the three of us ended up having a movie night at her house. We watched Interview With the Vampire and The Blair Witch Project.

We were all very 👁👁 throughout the entire movie. Then I bought a boxset of the first four books, foster sister and inhaled the first three books, watched the QotD movie and got very pissed off by how terrible it was. 😂

We were like, "Guess we'll always have the books 🤷‍♀️". I ordered TVA, because QotD had left me completely Armand-obsessed, and started reading Tale of the Body Thief.

I don't remember quite what it was, but Lestat says something at the start of TotBT that my 14yo self just thought was so stupidly retconny that I went, "Yeah, fuck that". I think it was something about how he only ate bad guys and that that was somehow in service of Jesus? Whatever it was, I wasn’t having it, so I put it down and never picked it back up. 😂

Then in my late teens/early twenties I followed Anne Rice on Facebook for a while, but I got kinda creeped out when she started addressing everyone with 'dearest People of the Page'. I distinctly remember thinking, "Lady, I'm here for gay vampire reasons, not to be in a cult". 😅 So I unfollowed her and spent about a decade not thinking about TVC very much at all.

AND THEN in early summer of 2022 the YouTube algorithm informed me that AMC was making an IWTV show. I reread IWTV and in October thought, "Let’s give this a go."

I had my reservations because I still remembered my teenage rage at the QotD movie, and I wasn't sure how I felt about them changing the time period and casting 'some old guy' as Daniel (sorry Eric! 🙈).

BUT THEN Jacob came on all, "Dear Mr. Molloy, did you know you can orgasm just from hearing a man's voice? Wanna finish what we started half a century ago?" and my head just about exploded!

This is the second interview?! They’re revisiting it 49 years later?! OMGGG, that's the most genius storytelling move in the history of storytelling! 😱

I watched ep2 right after and then desperately needed to yell about the show with other sickos. So I joined Twitter and started reading fic again (which I'd only really done when I was 17 and obsessed with that wizard school franchise), started writing fic, joined fic-themed group chats/Discords and made a Tumblr so I could (lovingly) yell at other fic writers.

And now I've published over 150k words in fic and there's IWTV fan art all over my house. 😂

So it was really the show that made me come back to stay. It's just thee best TV show of all time to me.

And as much as this fandom can be a shit show, it's really helped me stay sane while grappling with my long covid, which has left me very incapacitated in many other areas of my life.

Luce's headcanons

Asking me for my headcanons has the same effect as asking me for my favorite movies or songs in that it immediately makes me forget any headcanons I ever had. 😂

You're right that I write a lot of them into my fics, which are mainly me exploring my headcanons and asking myself what if...? I have a couple others, though I'm not sure these are really headcanons or more actual theories, though, so I apologize if this wasn't what you were looking for.

- I've mentioned this one before, but Louis and Lestat had a grand old time during their honeymoon phase between Louis getting turned and Louis almost eating Grace's baby. I think people tend to make too big a deal out of Louis being an unreliable narrator but it's a little too convenient how quickly he skips over those 6-7 years. I think he doesn’t like to think about how much fun he had with Lestat just having all the sex, getting super rich and eating whoever the fuck he wanted.

- Daniel isn’t going to give a single fuck about the ethics of killing people in order to survive once he finally becomes a vampire. We already know he’s selfish and a hypocrite. I can just see him fully ready to view all humans as savory inferiors once he’s no longer one of them.

- If show!Daniel ever met Marius, he would punch him in the face. 🤭

- Santiago is going to be SO jealous of Louis's relationship with Armand. I don't care if Santiago and Armand end up having zero homoerotic tension between them on screen, they're fucking to me.

- I'm also a Claudeline truther. Show!Claudia doesn’t need a parental figure the way book!Claudia does but she very much yearns for romantic love, and she did say Charlie was the last boy she'd ever love, and went after the woman when Lestat asked her if she wanted the Mr. or the Mrs. in ep7.

Kudos to anyone who made it all the way to the end of this answer! Your prize is getting to choose if I share:

A) A silly anecdote about that movie night I had with my sisters.

B) A shocking fact that might get me cancelled as an Armandaniel fic writer. 👀

(Though tbh, if you pick B, I'll probably still give you A for free.)

[sixstepsaway]

Hey hey hey! I was just lookin' through the second OFMD episode and I NOTICED SOMETHING! And I NEEDED TO TELL YOU IMMEDIATELY! Don't know if anyone else noticed! But right at the end! So, Izzy pulls Fang's beard, right? And then, off camera Fang says, "I hate it when he does that. It really hurts." Then! Ivan says, and I quote, "You should say somethin' about it." And Fang says, "Ah, what's the point." Oh. My. God. This line was not an accident. It has SO MANY IMPLICATIONS. It's one of those lines, I swear, that is meant to indicate so many things about the theme and characters. Fang DOES NOT TELL IZZY HE HURT HIM. He ASSUMES it doesn't matter. That Izzy wouldn't care. This tells us so much about the entire culture of Blackbeard's crew. Izzy is an asshole to the crew, but did anyone tell him that? Or did they just assume they'd better get in line because Izzy wouldn't care? Does Izzy want to yell at people, or does he think they won't do their jobs or respect him at all if he isn't aggressive? Does the crew know that it probably really hurts Izzy's feelings that they have that mean nickname for him? Ed probably has no idea that Izzy is in love with him, or that the root of Izzy's anger and nagging is fear: of getting killed, of being left behind, of being unprepared for the dangers that lurk ahead. All he can do is yell. And if Izzy has been massaging the crew when they lose faith in Ed's judgement, that's just more proof Ed isn't communicating with them. Ed never tells Izzy what he's feeling at all, at least not in a serious way that Izzy can understand. Ep4 is just one massive communication breakdown between Ed and Izzy. The FIRST, the very FIRST time we see Stede with the crew of the Revenge, it's "Talk it Through as a Crew". And the first thing we see on the Queen Anne is, "Say something? Ah, what's the point." I've done it. I've solved OFMD. -dd anon that is also a GENIUS

nonnie i love every time you come into my ask, do you know that? i look forward to your messages, i really do.

imma break this one down to make it easier for my brain (that's why i tend to do inlaid quotes so much):

So, Izzy pulls Fang's beard, right? And then, off camera Fang says, "I hate it when he does that. It really hurts." Then! Ivan says, and I quote, "You should say somethin' about it." And Fang says, "Ah, what's the point." Oh. My. God. This line was not an accident. It has SO MANY IMPLICATIONS.

Before we get to what you read from it, I want to say what I read from it, which is that Ivan thinks Fang can say something about it. Maybe they're all so used to Izzy and Ed talking past each other that Fang takes it for granted that no one will listen, but Ivan truly, with his whole chest, thinks Fang can say, "I really hate it when you pull my beard like that, it really hurts," and Izzy will not punish him or yell at him, he'll just be like, "Oh shit yeah sorry," and stop.

This also folds in with something I said earlier which is that in 1x05 when Izzy spends the whole episode trying in vain to make Lucius (a member of the ship's crew) do his job (as a member of the ship's crew) instead of fucking around with Pete or drawing, Fang isn't scared of Izzy in the slightest. "Let him look," is one comment. Another is that Izzy comes in and goes, "What the fuck?" and metes out absolutely no punishment on Fang. None. Fang actively refuted his orders, scooped Lucius from the side of the boat, took off his clothes in the captain's cabin and occupied Lucius doing non-work things, and Izzy is just, "What the fuck?" not, "Take Fang out back and whip him," or something. There's no punishment!!! None!!!!!! Fang receives no discipline for openly disregarding Izzy's word. Which tells me that Izzy is not as strong a hand as he pretends to be (and that he doesn't actually treat his crew with cruelty, he just wants them to do their damn jobs, which isn't unreasonable, especially considering Lucius is actually receiving a wage for his work LMAO).

(This also ties in with my headcanon that Wee John has a back injury much like the actor who plays him, and that's why he was allowed to sit.)

It's one of those lines, I swear, that is meant to indicate so many things about the theme and characters. Fang DOES NOT TELL IZZY HE HURT HIM. He ASSUMES it doesn't matter. That Izzy wouldn't care. This tells us so much about the entire culture of Blackbeard's crew. Izzy is an asshole to the crew, but did anyone tell him that? Or did they just assume they'd better get in line because Izzy wouldn't care? Does Izzy want to yell at people, or does he think they won't do their jobs or respect him at all if he isn't aggressive?

My read on this is that it's Ed who's sort of started the culture of, "No one will care." See: Fang had to put his own dog down. See: Emotions are weakness. See: Pets befoul the ship. See: Love is weakness. Ed started all of that, Izzy repeated it as is his job as first mate. At some point he's shown Ivan that he's different, but Fang hasn't seen that, so he doesn't know, but what he does know is that Izzy isn't as bad as he pretends to be, which is why he's so concerned about his foot in 1x10 🥺

Does the crew know that it probably really hurts Izzy's feelings that they have that mean nickname for him?

That he hates it? Yes. That it's more than just an irritation? No.

Ed probably has no idea that Izzy is in love with him, or that the root of Izzy's anger and nagging is fear: of getting killed, of being left behind, of being unprepared for the dangers that lurk ahead. All he can do is yell. And if Izzy has been massaging the crew when they lose faith in Ed's judgement, that's just more proof Ed isn't communicating with them.

Izzy has been propping Ed up this whole time, including with the crew. It's stated repeatedly as canon in the show (Izzy saying he did it and Ed not refuting that fact, Ed saying he needs Izzy there etc), and honestly the fact Ed nearly pushes Stede away in 1x07 and actively leaves because of one small spat in 1x08 is also a small bit of proof of that, though I can't put into words why. Hoping you understand what I mean tbh.

Ed never tells Izzy what he's feeling at all, at least not in a serious way that Izzy can understand. Ep4 is just one massive communication breakdown between Ed and Izzy.

The closest you get to Ed actually communicating with Izzy is the scene with the model ship. He's saying how cool it is and Izzy is not getting it because Izzy is very preoccupied with the life and death situation Ed has gotten them into, and Ed starts whining about how bored he is and how everything is repetitive, and then when Izzy points out that no matter how Ed is feeling in that way, if Ed doesn't continue that repetitive cycle right now, they're all going to die. And then it spirals into Ed genuinely thinking death might be better than the boredom and I doubt Izzy really gets that, so he writes it off as senseless.

The FIRST, the very FIRST time we see Stede with the crew of the Revenge, it's "Talk it Through as a Crew". And the first thing we see on the Queen Anne is, "Say something? Ah, what's the point." I've done it. I've solved OFMD.

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hey Steph! Do you or your followers have any fics in which sherlock is really good in chemistry (as he should), like you get that he knows a lot about it? but like in a way that it's included in the fic in some way or the other? does not have to be a fic centered around that topic in a major way or anything

Hey Nonny!

AHHHHH bugging me because I know I have some SPECIFICALLY focussed on Chemistry... but here's everything tagged / referencing chemistry that I can recall! Feel free to add more, friends!

SHERLOCK AND CHEMISTRY

A Symphony of Chemical Reactions by what_alchemy (T, 2,351 w., 1 Ch. || Experiments, Est. Rel., Fluff) – Cooking’s just chemistry and time management. (Sherlock loves John so much it’s gross)

John's Missing Wednesday by PipMer (K+, 2,999 w., 1 Ch. || Pre-Slash, Pre-TSo3, Non-Con Drugged John, Friendship, Experiment) –  "Now John I'd poison. ... Sloppy eater – dead easy. I've given him chemicals and compounds that way, he's never even noticed. He missed a whole Wednesday once, didn't have a clue." – The Sign of Three. This is the story of that missing Wednesday.

Equilibrium by augustbird (M, 12,351 w., 1 Ch. || Flowers for Algernon Fusion || Jealous then Worried Sherlock, Sick John) – At Baskerville, John is infected by a virus that turns him into a genius. But when the infection progresses into neurodegeneration, it's a race against time to save himself.

Traitor's Gate by roane (E, 17,714 w., 6 Ch. || Post-TRF, Case Fic, Mystery, Bets and Wagers, Undercover for a Case, BAMF John, Scientist Sherlock, Teasing, Established Relationship, Military Base, Sexting/Texting, Military/Uniform Kink, Frottage, Dirty Sex, Anal, Bottomlock) – John and Sherlock go undercover at a top secret government lab to find out who is selling research. John is back in uniform and Sherlock is back in a laboratory, but they have to pose as strangers. Sherlock thinks he'll have an easy time of it, but John has his doubts. It's up to them to find out who is responsible for putting a dangerous weapon in the wrong hands, and try to keep their hands off each other at the same time.

Love or What You Will by miss_frankenstein (T, 31,987 w., 11 Ch. || College/Uni AU || Professor John, Ph.D Student Sherlock, Pining John, Poetry, Falling in Love / Slow Burn, Light Angst, Happy Ending) – John is an English professor who specializes in War and Post-War Literature and Sherlock is the brilliant yet impossible Ph.D. student assigned to be his TA because no one in the Chemistry Department is willing to put up with him. And - somewhere between Waugh and Plath, e-mails and takeaway, novels and villanelles - they fall in love.

The Real Great Perfumers by shelleysprometheus (E, 45,355 w., 68 Ch. || Case Fic, Alternating POV, Gay Sherlock / Bi John, Canon Compliant with Divergence at TRF, Friends to Lovers, Oral / Anal, Pining, First Kiss / Time, Dev. Rel., Drugging, Body Worship, Bathing, Love Confessions, Travelling, Bottomlock, Cranky Sherlock, BJ’s, Alternating POV, Jealous John) – The case, this case. This extraordinary, fascinating, scintillating case. A house. Designed entirely by its eccentric owner, built by no less than five hundred expert tradesmen in the heart of Marrakesh. A house that had, seemingly not only driven its owner out, but also to his quite unpleasant death. And a perfumer, a chemist no less, the very thought of the secrets that house could reveal, would reveal was irresistible. Sherlock had to have this case ... and it seems, he also had to have John! Part 1 of the Forethought and Fire series

A Hundred Crimson Sols by elldotsee (E, 55,536 w., 16 Ch. || Astronauts AU || Mars Exploration / Space Travel, Slow Burn, Shy Sherlock, Scientist Sherlock / Biomed Engineer John, Alternating POV, Mutual Pining, UST, Angst with Happy Ending, Domestic Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Injuries, Suicidal Ideation, Zero-G Sex) – Will Holmes is a chemical researcher recognized widely for his contributions to the new Mars exploration program. Thanks to his ground-breaking developments, the IMMC (International Mars Mission Corporation) is one step closer to Martian colonization. Will and his team of scientists are headed out on the first of three manned missions before the first group of settlers arrive. Three days before launch, one of the crew has to be replaced. Will panics because...new people. The replacement is of course one John Watson, biomedical engineer and space hottie who was pretty sure he had retired from actual space exploration and was now content to work in the nice, quiet research lab. Can the crew survive this TOTALLY ROUTINE trip? Will they be able to endure each other for the looooooong trip in close quarters? Gonna be a wild ride... prepare for blast off. Part 1 of SpaceBois go to Space 

Sketchy by serpentynka (E, 184,053 w., 83 Ch. || Post-TRF, Post-Mary, John Whump, Slow Burn Love Story, Case Fic, Art, Porn With Feelings, Switchlock, Travelling, Career Change, Family Secrets, Illness / Health) – What (and who) will be left when nobody cares about your Work? A slow-burn fic with cases, places, mistaken identities, unfair choices, essential changes, violent feels, blatant lies, fearless portraiture, family secrets, high-risk bespoke gifts, durable friendships, bedtime stories, foreign travel and tongues, sickness (and health), and the significance of things which are slow to unfurl -- but cannot be ignored. Oh, and...porn. Part 1: Sherlock takes on an obvious case (barely a 4) and meets someone who will force him to re-examine what it means to see. Part 1 of Sketchy

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Hey Sabine, I'm a larrie but after louis' dm I feel really unsafe in his fandom or being his fan. Idk why he is so pressed about a ship in the fandom. And so desperate to tell people that kid is his when he knows how it was pushed in the media. He just looks bad with this. How does he expect us to believe thats his kid? I don't understand how are all the larries still larries? Can you tell how you changed or are you just ignoring that that happend? Anyway I want to be in the fandom as a harrie but I don't want to follow solo henries

Hi nonnie, I'm so sorry you feel this way. Everyone has to find their own individual strategy to handle BBG for sure. And if you take Louis' behaviour as the final straw to leave the fandom or stop supporting Louis altogether, then this is what you have to do. Don't feel bad about it. Fandom should be fun, and overall something that's adding value to your life.

I hear you asking me to describe how I handle it but I'm not sure if it would help you. I don't feel unsafe and strangely enough, I don't even feel addressed by the whole thing. I won't suddenly un-see BBG, this is for a totally different target group. (TikTok Larries in this case.) I can understand that plenty who haven't looked into BBG, or are newer fans or younger fans, will be impressed enough to not question his fatherhood in the future.

I've got a lot of emotions towards the whole thing myself. And while I'm trying to make sense of it, I also know I often only understand these things in hindsight. But for now, I was mainly very angry that something that should've been so pure and sweet (an artist meeting their youngest fan) was used for something entirely different. Not saying that it coincided, but it was around the time when the ink was barely dry under the BMG contract and with LTWT on the horizon, it feels like a preemptive crowd control measurement. (Also knowing now for certain, BMG has signed Louis, the queer het indie artist.). That's why I also believe his team expected Bentley's mum to share her experience (and the dms) much more openly right after, since she's not one to keep those things to herself. I'm glad she didn't because that paired with the Christmas crap, I don't know how it would've impacted the vibes for the live audience only a couple of months later.

Today, I'm glad that for this tour we proved Louis' fanbase is able to work together, we've established beautiful (rainbow) lights projects, some even inspired Harry's shows. I know, I didn't expect it at all either. I was so worried for those who brought a tiny rainbow flag in the beginning of the US leg of LTWT. It was Harry's birthday and fans singing a birthday song in the queue were harassed to stop and that was only the first show... I'm so sure Louis had no idea of what to expect either, so he must've been blown away by the outpouring of support and seeing how much he means to so many (Larries or not). Louis did point at at all those rainbow flags, those Larry signs, those TPWK merch wearing fans (looking at you @lululawrence) and sang about Larry on stage every night. He LOVED interacting with Larries, he did encourage all of us. And I'm not even getting into his coded fashion because that was unhinged and I love him for it. And I love Helen Seamons. She's a genius!

I hope now - after over 78 shows - Louis and his fans are less intimidated by one another. So it's even more unfortunate that we're ending this tour on a note that isn't celebrating us as a united fandom (even if it's been only for his shows), being proud of Louis, the band, the crew for everything they and us have accomplished. Instead it led us back to before tour angst, feeling disconnecting from one another, scared and confused, with questionable faith in the future.

A stubborn part of me wants to forget about a stupid dm that was written before tour because so much has changed since then. Louis and us have grown together over the last months like we never expected, we've built so much trust, he would even jump into the barricade every night, and I really don't want to ever forget that. It means so much more to me than Louis enforcing LT(TM) to a fan on TikTok last year. I'm sure I'm not making enough sense for many, but this is where my heart is at and that's why I'm not only very okay but very confident where I stand in the fandom.