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My Angel (Part Two)

➬ Reiner Braun x Fem reader

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Summary : Reiner was always taught that the devils of Paradis were vicious creatures, but what is he supposed to do when he soon finds himself reluctantly falling for one? Or when he is forced to go back to Marley and leave her altogether?

Word count : around 5, 200 words

Warnings : Again, very angsty. Reiner feels guilty about what he’s done, reader is angry with him. Crying, mentions of heartbreak. Spoilers for season 4 part one.

Author’s notes : reblogs are appreciated!! I appreciate all feedback on my writing so that I can know what you guys liked and what you think I should improve on😊

Disclaimer : this is a work of fiction and should in no way, shape, or form, be taken seriously.

Side Note : this fic, and everything else I’ve written on my blog, is mine and only mine. I work very hard on everything I write so do not, under any circumstances, modify, copy, or steal my work.

❗️Important Note❗️

There will in fact be a part three! While I was writing part two, it ended up becoming so long that I just decided to split it up. That’s why this chapter leaves off on a cliffhanger (and that’s also why it took me so long to post this one). But I thank you all for your patience. If anyone else wants to be tagged for part three then let me know in the comments! :)))

“Can I please ask where exactly we’re going?” Reiner questioned, his voice lacing with a hint of annoyance as Falco gripped his arm, anxiously pulling him towards the city’s back alleys.

“I told you it’s a surprise! A friend of yours wants to say hi before the show starts!” Falco explained, glancing backward at his superior with a cheerful smile as he continued to pull him in the opposite direction.

“Is that right?” Reiner spoke sarcastically, scoffing quietly to himself as he took in the boy’s words.

What was Falco really up to?

Surely the whole “a friend wants to say hi” explanation was made up; because Reiner Braun wasn’t exactly a man you would think of as having friends.

Sure, he was surrounded by people a lot of the time, and he even had allies with whom he got along pretty well with. But even so, Reiner knew he was nothing more than a comrade to them; nothing more than a vessel to wield the armored titan.

But that was okay, because they were nothing more than comrades to him.

With being born Eldian as well as being a warrior for Marley’s military force, Reiner Braun didn’t exactly have the time, luxury, or frankly, the mental strength to seek out any social interactions beyond strictly work-related ones.

Well, at least, not anymore.

He made that mistake once, and in doing so, it cost him the demolition of a poor woman’s heart; as well as his own.

In fear that opening up to another person again might cause that beating vessel in his chest to truly see itself past repair, Reiner Braun had decided to close himself off from others, refusing to repeat those tragic events of his past.

So, with that in mind, who exactly was this “person” that Falco was happily dragging him by the arm to see?

It couldn’t have been anyone he was genuinely close with; there wasn’t anyone like that for him, not anymore at least. Any authentic connections he once had with people were now severed, collapsed by the calamity he caused back on that forsaken island.

So who on earth was he being forced to see?

“It’s just in here!” Falco said excitedly, his finger pointing toward a wooden door as they rounded the corner; one that lead to a basement stationed under an older apartment complex.

From the outside, the place looked dim and run down, its location secluded to a quiet and unfrequented street.

The very sight had Reiner scratching his head in confusion. Of all places, why here? Why pick such an isolated area to meet with him? Not only that, but why would this person send a naive little boy to escort him to this place instead of just contacting Reiner directly?

Was this a trap he was walking into?

Should he leave?

Like a flame set to brush, panic began spreading through Reiner’s veins. His free hand was gripped into a strained fist and his eyes darted in all directions, watching out for any surprise attacks.

If this really was a trap, if someone was anticipating charging at him, then he’d be ready for it.

Suddenly, the wooden door opened. Loud groans from the beat-down hinges filled the air, followed by the sound of footsteps; footsteps that belonged to a dark, hooded figure.

Reiner’s eyes widened at the scene before him, an eerie feeling twisting in his stomach as he watched the mysterious person walk out the door; heading in his direction.

Whoever it was, he thought about fighting them off, even going as far as raising both his hands in the air to assume a defensive stance.

However, that’s when he caught a glimpse of Falco next to him. The little boy had started to head towards the figure, almost as if he was acquainted with the human; if it even was human.

“Falco wait!” Reiner quickly followed in the boy’s footsteps, gripping his arm before he could walk any closer to the person. “We should leave.” He suggested, anxiously tugging on the boy’s limb in hopes to urge him back in the opposite direction.

“It’s okay Mr. Braun,” Falco smiled, quick to reassure his superior. “This is where he said to meet him.”

Who’s he? Was it that person lurking around with the cloak draped across their face? Or was there someone inside as well?

Reiner didn’t have any answers, nor did he have a definite resolve on how to react in this situation. Should he trust Falco’s judgment and allow this “meetup” to happen? Or should he grab the boy and run while he still had the chance?

The latter seemed like the best option, especially considering the fact that Falco was just a child, and therefore could’ve easily been manipulated into something dangerous.

He wanted to trust Falco’s words, but it was too risky. If something happened, the boy’s blood would be on Reiner’s hands; and he couldn’t bear the weight of any more sorrow, or any more guilt.

“We’re leaving, Falco!” Reiner insisted, readjusting his grip on the boy’s arm to forcefully pull him away from the situation.

Although, just as he’d turned around to take those first few steps, he heard something that made his body freeze, and his heart clench.

“If you’re done arguing you can go on ahead. He’s waiting for you inside.”

That voice. Reiner knew that voice.

It was the same one he used to hear nagging at him to wake up in the early mornings. The same voice that used to comfort him whenever he was feeling disheartened.

It was… the same voice he never thought he’d have the pleasure of hearing ever again…

All he received was one simple sentence, but that was all the verification he needed. There was no doubt in his mind, the voice he heard: belonged to you.

“Y/n?!” His body immediately turned around to face the hooded figure. His eyes then squinted, trying to see more than just the gentle silhouette of a pair of lips and a jawline that was exposed by the moonlight’s glow.

The figure froze at his words, saying nothing in response; almost as if they didn’t anticipate being recognized.

“Y/n, is that you?” Reiner asked again, hoping to earn a response this time.

However, there was none; at least, not a verbal one.

All he gained was a sudden flinch that occurred once he spoke that name a second time, followed by the subtle shaking of fingertips that poked out from the sleeves of the cloak.

You must’ve been scared, embarrassed; perhaps even both.

And who would blame you for it? The last time you saw him he had slaughtered more than half of your comrades. Who knows what he’s capable of now after four years have passed?

“Falco?” Reiner finally broke the silence, glancing down at the boy he was still holding on to. “Why don’t you go on inside, I’ll be with you in a minute.”

However, before the boy could open his mouth to speak, he was quickly interrupted. “There’s no reason for him to leave! I’m not staying to chat.” A stern voice echoed past the cloak covering your face, but that didn’t phase Reiner.

He knew it was you from the moment that first syllable left your lips, even more so now that you’d spoken a second time.

Your tone was serious, added with a hint of aggression in order to scare him off, but he wouldn’t be turned away by that. Not when this was the chance he’d been silently praying for ever since he left that island four years ago. The chance to finally see you once again, even for just a moment.

Now that this chance was finally here, standing in front of him, there was no way he’d let it slip away; regardless of the tone you used with him.

“Just a few minutes?!” He insisted, taking a few steps forward in case you were preparing to run away. “Please?” He asked in a much quieter tone, his eyes practically begging for you to give in, to grant him even the smallest portion of your time.

Even after all these years he still knew how to persuade you, didn’t he? He must’ve, otherwise, your mouth would’ve never opened to let out a frustrated “Five minutes and that’s it!”

Reiner’s shoulders quickly relaxed at your words. His head then turned towards Falco subsequently, giving him a quick nod of his head: which apparently was his signal to “get going.”

Falco’s gaze switched between Reiner and the person he was apparently dying to speak to. The boy was unsure of what was going on, or who that unidentified person even was, but nevertheless, Falco knew better than to argue with his superior; so he’d comply with the orders given to him.

“S-sure…I’ll just, be inside then…” Falco spoke hesitantly, slowly backing away to walk toward the wooden door. He stopped momentarily after placing his fingers on the handle, almost as if he was waiting for Reiner to change his mind. But after receiving no signs of a change of heart, Falco reluctantly opened the door and stepped inside; closing it behind him.

The moment that wooden door shut, an unpleasant silence filled the air. Instead of partaking in the “conversation” you were supposed to have, the two of you just stood in silence.

You didn’t dare speak up. Reiner was the one who made you stay after all, if anyone should be the first to start this conversation it was him.

Your eyes were fixated on him with a calloused glare, your lips refusing to part even the slightest bit.

Reiner on the other hand, wore an expression more timid and anxious than yours.

He shifted uncomfortably on his feet, fingers fidgeting with each other as he contemplated the best way to start this conversation.

“I uh…” He tried to speak, but the words fumbled in his mouth, leaving just as quickly as they came.

It’s ironic, just a moment ago he was begging for you to stay so that he could have the chance to talk to you, but now that his chance had finally arrived, he couldn’t think of anything to say.

As he stood there, overanalyzing a potential response, he noticed the way you scoffed, clearly annoyed at his delay in response.

You were growing impatient with him, and if he didn’t take the opportunity to speak with you now, you’d most likely never allow him another chance to waste your time again.

So, after what had seemed like hours of silence, when in reality was more like 1 minute, Reiner finally spoke up.

“Can you take off the hood?”

Your eyes quickly narrowed in confusion at his odd request. Out of everything he could’ve asked, everything he could’ve apologized for, this is the first thing he says?

“Why?” You questioned, still unsure of his intentions on the matter.

“I just…” He began, but his words quickly started to fade out, almost as if he felt unworthy to be asking in the first place.

Nevertheless, you were persistent.

“You just what?!” You snapped, frustrated at his apparent dedication to withhold information from you; a recurring dedication at that.

“I just…” he inhaled shakily before speaking, “I want to see your face.”

You paused at his words, taking a moment to process what he’d just said. After expecting something pitiful, or perhaps even bitter coming from him, it was quite a shock to receive this: a fairly tender request.

He wanted to see your face? Why? What difference would that make?

It’d be the same one he saw four years ago, nothing’s changed; at least, not to you.

Despite asking for something which would require him to look upwards, Reiner kept his eyes glued to the ground, as if he felt undeserving to see you again. It wasn’t until he heard the heavy sigh that jerked past your lips, along with the quiet “fine” you gave in response to his request that made him finally look up.

As his gaze lifted, watching you pull that gloomy hood off your head, Reiner was met with a flashback of memories.

It all reappeared in an instant: the sound of your adorable laugh, the way your hair looked when the sun glistened across it, even the small little habits he’d discovered about you as time went by; they were all coming back, recollecting in his mind clearer than if it all happened a day ago.

Reminding him, painfully, of a time when things were simpler, when he was happier, and, most regretfully, a time when he had you.

Pulling off that hood allowed him to finally lay eyes upon a face he hadn’t seen in ages. A face he used to watch soundly sleeping next to him at night, placing gentle kisses all over when no one was around.

It was the same face he used to stare at in fascination; taken back by the beautiful way your lips would curve upwards into a smile, or even the way your eyes radiated the most alluring shade of color when the sun shone across your skin.

That face was one he had desperately longed to observe once more for the entirety of four long years, and coincidentally, it was the same face that now stared him down with an irritated glare.

Absent was the sparkle your eyes once held for the man standing before you, and gone was the loving countenance you were never hesitant to grant him.

Now your face lay still, your features refusing to move even the smallest bit in case it were to form some sort of pleasant expression towards him accidentally.

Who was this woman?

If not for the fact that he had easily identified her face, Reiner wouldn’t have recognized her.

Where was the kind and loving woman he fell in love with? Was she not the one standing before him now?

No, this woman was different. This one seemed to hold an inkling of abhorrence towards him, easily provoked by just his presence alone.

Was this… the product of his own making?

Was this… what he’d turned you into?

As if he wasn’t tormented enough by his decision, now he was witnessing the consequences of his actions unfold before his very eyes.

“How.. how are you here?” Reiner stuttered, still in shock over the fact that you were actually standing there; that for whatever reason, his prayers to see you again had finally been answered.

“I’m only here in service of a friend; nothing else.”

Your response was so vague, so cold; nothing like the endearing way you used to speak to him.

“Which friend?”

“It doesn’t matter,” You replied forbiddingly. Your tone sounded so distant, so unfriendly towards him.

To think, the last time he heard your voice, it had told him “Goodnight, I love you.” But now that voice was harsh as it spoke, probably regretful of saying those very words after waking up to find out he’d abandoned you that next morning.

The difference in your tone was beginning to eat away at Reiner, straining that beating vessel in his chest more and more with each look of your indignant expression. As if you’d just picked up a shovel and started digging, deepening his guilt further than it already was; if that was even possible.

“Your minutes are up by the way, and I have to leave.” You suddenly spoke, hoping your statement was bleak enough to end the conversation, meaning you could finally leave; finally be free of him.

“Wait!” Just before you could escape, Reiner quickly reached forward and grabbed your wrist, clinging to it as if his life was hinging on it. “Wait please, don’t leave…”

“That’s rich coming from you.”

He deserved that. Honestly, he deserved more than that.

Call him whatever names you could think of, and he would let you, he’d allow every single one of them, no matter how excruciating, because he knew they were true; because deep down he knew he deserved them.

“I’m not interested in what you have to say, Reiner.” Your words were like knives to his heart, causing the already aching organ to shudder yet again. “Whatever it is you should’ve said it four years ago.”

Was that true?

If he really did explain it to you before he left, would things be different now? Would you have understood his situation? Understood why he had to do it?

Why he had to leave?

“Please,” he implored, desperately maintaining that grip on your wrist. “Please, just let me explain it to you.”

It was pathetic, how he was begging like this, pleading for you to stay and hear him out as if he wasn’t the one that left you in the first place.

“Nothing you say will change what happened.”

He knew that was true, but in spite of that, he still refused to let you go again without telling you, without apologizing at the very least.

“I know,” he admitted, a glossy haze shimmering in his eyes as he looked at you. “But please, I want you to know the truth.”

A part of you wanted to leave, to deny him any further chances to cause you more pain with an explanation. However, another part of you wanted an apology. You wanted to hear his side of the story; to hear whatever excuse he had for abandoning you. No matter how twisted, or pitiful, his reasoning was, you couldn’t deny you had questions you wanted him to answer.

“Fine then. Tell me.” You quickly adjusted your posture, staring at him with your eyebrows raised; a gesture he remembered you only used when you were serious about something.

“Why did you betray us?”

Here it was, the moment he had been waiting for since this conflict arose: his chance to finally be understood, to be seen as more than just the traitor he was made out to be.

“I was given orders,” he started, retracting his hand from your wrist now that you’d clearly abandoned the option to run. “I had no choice but to follow them.”

“And what were your orders?” Your voice sounded heavy, almost as if it was hurting to bring all this back up again; like a wound that was still fresh, still desperately trying to heal itself.

Reiner’s mouth remained shut, his head lowering as he closed his eyes, not wanting to answer your question. He knew he’d be made to look like the villain no matter what he said, no matter which way he worded it.

Did that mean he really was the villain?

In your eyes, maybe.

Perhaps you’d never accept his side of the story, never be able to see past the wretched sins he’d carried out. But regardless, even if he never got the forgiveness he so desperately wanted from you, he couldn’t hide from the truth any longer. It was time to embrace it, all of it.

“They told us to sneak in and make allies first, that way we had the people’s trust and no one would suspect us.” He sighed, his eyes refusing to look up at you in fear of the face you’d make upon hearing his confession. “Once the time came, we were ordered to steal the founding titan by whatever means necessary. And if anyone tried to stop us, we had permission to silence them, using whatever tactics we deemed fit.”

Reiner’s heart felt tight as he let those words out, his shame growing stronger now that he was remembering it all, remembering what he’d done.

How did things end up like this?

He was just trying to do what he was trained to do: save the world from ruin; that’s all. But here he was now, that mission an embarrassing failure as he reminisced on his actions; the same actions that caused such sorrow for so many people, including himself.

And as if things weren’t bad enough, as if Reiner wasn’t feeling guilty already, he heard a sudden change in your breathing that could only mean one thing: you were beginning to cry.

“No, wait!” His head quickly lifted to look at you, instantly regretting it as your distressed face came into view. “Please, don’t cry.” He begged, using his thumb to wipe away the liquid collecting on your skin; which you surprisingly allowed him to do without putting up a fight.

“Don’t cry, okay? Not for me.” He demanded, despite his own eyes welling up with tears as well.

He just couldn’t bear it, knowing he was hurting you yet again.

It was almost as if nothing had changed, even after all those years. As if he was reliving those horrors of his past once more, reliving that anguish he saw imprinted across your visage when you found out he was the armored titan; the same armored titan that had killed so many of your friends.

You didn’t understand it, even now.

Was the man who used to dote on you really the same person as the one who carried out such violence and hatred against your people?

How could that be true? How could he have done such a thing, committed such betrayal against the woman he loved?

What changed? Was it something you did?

Or perhaps a more gut-wrenching explanation: he never loved you to begin with. Maybe that’s why it was so easy for him to give you up, maybe, this was his plan all along.

“What else?” You asked, your voice trembling in the process.

Reiner’s face quickly scrunched in confusion, unsure of what you were getting at. “What do you mean?”

“Were those your only orders?” Tears quickly began trickling down your face faster than Reiner could stop, your gaze looking more despondent than ever. “Was there really not anything else?” Your lips parted to let out a stinging sob, one that seemed like it’d been held in for too long.

It was obvious you were waiting for some sort of answer from him, and every second he delayed with a response was only tormenting you further.

But, even so, it didn’t change the fact that Reiner didn’t understand what you were asking of him; or what you wanted to hear so badly.

Your eyes stared at him in sorrow, more tears absorbing into your skin before you asked your question one last time; phrasing it differently now.

“Was falling in love with me a part of your mission too? Was I just another means to accomplish your end goal?”

Reiner’s heart convulsed at your words, his mouth agape to let out a pained gasp.

Did he just hear that right?

A tool?! Is that really what you thought? Is that really all you assumed you were worth to him?

As if you could ever be such a thing.

Granted, he understood how you may have assumed that, given the matter of his betrayal and all. But, despite that, he never expected such an absurd accusation.

There was a wide range of names you could’ve called him: a traitor, a liar, a monster; anything, and he would’ve accepted it; He would’ve owned up to it.

But this: questioning whether or not his affection towards you was genuine; that was one accusation he’d never admit to.

You were never a tool, you weren’t even a part of his plan to begin with. Falling in love with a woman of Paradis wasn’t exactly one of the orders he received when he was assigned to that mission. In fact, getting involved with you went against the sole purpose of him being there; the sole purpose of his assignment.

He was sent there to exterminate the Eldian race, to wipe out every last one of those despicable beings so that the world could finally be safe.

Falling in love wasn’t an order laid out in his job description at all, much less with a woman of Paradis. And yet, he did.

Reiner was a strategic man, he wasn’t one to easily abandon orders, no matter how difficult they may be. That in itself should’ve been enough to prove his affection toward you; because he never would’ve done such a thing had he not felt it was worth it, had he not felt you were worth it.

Nevertheless, here you were, teeth gritted in frustration as you impatiently awaited his answer.

Your face spoke only of torment, and it pained Reiner to have to witness it. The way your eyes were slanting together in an unsuccessful attempt to subdue your tears, your fingers curling into fists to help better contain your irritation, all of it was a clear sign of the repercussions his decision to abandon the woman he loved had caused.

It was just like the last time, you were falling to pieces over him once more, and Reiner couldn’t stand the sight of it.

Your gentle cries may not have been as loud and mournful as they were four years ago, but it didn’t matter; the fact that you were even crying in the first place was enough to make that twisting sensation return to his stomach; possibly becoming permanent at this rate.

Reiner stretched his arm out to grasp your hand, hoping to console you, however, you quickly backed away, refusing to let him touch you.

“I don’t want your pity!” you spat, your fragile body trembling from both the anger and suffering fueling inside. “I just want the truth! Did you ever love me?”

Was that even a question?

Yes, he was fully aware that it would’ve been hard to believe the authenticity of someone who’d abandoned you; someone who so easily decided to turn against you, as if doing so didn’t phase them in the slightest.

But regardless, ignoring the heinous crimes he’d committed, did you still believe he never loved you?

Were his actions before this messy conflict never enough to convince you of his sentiments?

What about all the times he’d hold you in his arms, whispering to you about how happy you made him feel? Did you really not believe any of that? Was he pouring out his heart’s inner-most secrets for nothing?

Or what about the times he’d surprise you with food, despite rations being low? He almost got caught stealing food for you so many times; which was unwise of him considering the fact that it could’ve possibly had him kicked out of the survey corps: meaning his whole plan to infiltrate the military would’ve gone up in flames.

Or, perhaps how he’d always try to keep an eye on you during missions, making sure you never encountered something too dangerous for you to handle. You always complained that he was being too paranoid, but it was only because, unlike you, he was aware of the kind of power titans held; the kind of pain they could’ve, he could’ve, inflicted upon a tiny human being.

All he ever wanted was to protect you, to do what was best for you. Did you really never realize that?

Even after he made Annie and Bertholdt promise not to lay a hand on you during their countless fights with the survey corps, even after all the times he put your saftey before his own mission, was it still never enough?

Even when he left you behind, did you really never consider the fact that he could’ve been doing it because he thought it’s what’s best for you?

You would’ve never been safe with someone like him, so he spared you from that danger by leaving.

Even though he caused you much pain by doing so, did you still never put that together?

“I understand if you don’t believe me when I say this,” Reiner began, “But I never stopped loving you.”

Even before any words left your lips, the doubtful look stringing along your face was enough to tell Reiner that you didn’t believe him; or were highly skeptical at the very least.

“If that’s true, then why wasn’t that enough for you to stay?”

He’d asked himself the same question so many times before. Why didn’t he just give up on his mission and stay with you? It’s not like he wouldn’t have preferred that option in comparison to the one he chose.

Why didn’t he just let the Marleyans presume him dead, forgetting his life in Marley and starting a new one with you on Paradis?

He wanted to, he considered it even. But there was one factor he was forgetting that made all the difference; one tiny reminder that convinced him to abandon that option in the end: you deserved better.

If he stayed behind like you would’ve wanted him to, like he would’ve wanted to, then he would’ve been living a lie; deception would’ve been rooted at the heart of your relationship.

He would’ve never been able to fully open up to you because doing so would mean he told you the truth about his past, about where he’s from and why he came here in the first place. He’d have to fabricate every detail about his life up until this point; tricking you into believing he was born inside the walls just like you. He’d need to have an excuse for everything: why his parents weren’t around, where he was born, what his home life was like, everything.

Nothing about his life would be real anymore, from the moment he’d wake up, to the second he drifted off to sleep at night, he’d be living a lie.

Every time he’d look at your innocent expression he’d be reminded of the secrets he was keeping from you, the lies he was tricking you with; and he couldn’t live like that. He refused to live like that.

“Staying would’ve only put you in danger, so I left, taking the danger with me.”

“I see.” Your voice was strained, as if you were having trouble processing everything. The shock from seeing him again so unexpectedly still hadn’t exactly worn off yet, and with the addition of all this new information piled on top, you didn’t necessarily know what to say; or how to react.

So, instead, you remained silent, hoping some ideas might materialize inside your head as you waited.

However, you weren’t kept waiting for long because Reiner quickly took an initiative to speak once again, asking something that left you stunned,

“Is it okay if I kiss you?”

Your head quickly flung upwards to look at him, contemplating whether or not you heard him right.

“What??” You asked, aghastly, desperately hoping you misheard his question.

“Is it okay if I kiss you?” He repeated, unfortunately proving that your ears were working just fine, and that you did in fact hear him correctly the first time.

He only meant it as a farewell, nothing more.

He knew this might very well be the last time he ever saw you again, so, with that in mind, he wanted to leave you with something pleasant to remember him by.

He had every intention of letting you go, he’d walk away and you’d never have to see him again afterward.

Just one last memory with you, that’s all he wanted. One last moment to reminisce on the merriment of his past before he let you go for good.

That’s what he wanted at least, but, when you finally uttered a response, he realized it might’ve been too much to ask for.

“I’m with someone else now, Reiner.”

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A/n: oh. My. Gosh. I feel like I wrote this horribly. I could not for the life of me get the beginning down. Thank you for all who encouraged me to write a second part. I am thinking of doing a third which will definitely include smut. Lmk if that’s something you guys want

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Rafe turned around to continue with his girl but she was no where to be found. He searched the whole house. The bathroom, the bedroom which he quickly regretted because there were two people having sex right on toppers parents bed. The party died down and eventually he gave up. Fuck! How could he fuck this up already. The next day he lay in bed, thinking about her. Her lips. Her eyes. Oh how close he was to her lips. He could just imagine the taste of her coconut gloss. The way her hair smelled. It was a distinguished smell, engraved in his brain. He could never forget it. It was his new favorite smell. He got the courage to pull himself out of bed, hair ruffled and shirtless he went downstairs, only to be met with the girl he was just thinking about.

“Good morning Rafe” Sarah said as she and her friend indulged over some breakfast. “Hi” he said, his smiling softening when his eyes met hers. “This is y/n, she slept here after toppers party last night.” She was here? In his house. The whole time.

“Uh Rafe ” Rafe acted inconspicuous as he reintroduced himself to her. Sarah gave Rafe a stern look as she spotted the way he looked at her. He noticed his sisters stare and shrugged his shoulders. He grabbed an apple from the bowl and walked out of the kitchen, gatching a glimpse of y/n and winking.

A few hours later

“Rafe” a soft voice spoke on the opposite side of his door. He smirked at the familiar voice. He opened the door to be faced with her. “Long time no see” he grinned as she stood shyly in front of him, maybe there was still some innocence in her. “I just wanted to say, the other night-“

“You mean when you ran?” His tone was condescending but he didn’t mean it like that. Only realizing how rude he was when he saw her face drop in disappointment. “You know, whatever. I wanted to apologize but forget it” she turned around, only to be pulled back my her wrist. “I’m sorry y/n. I didn’t mean for that to be so harsh.” His eyes were soft and full of desperation. It was clear that she had some effect on him. She could make him angry and in the blink of an eye take that anger away. “It’s okay” she looked into his eyes and was lost in the blue of them. They way they sparkled and gleamed. There was also this darkness behind them that entranced her, she wanted to know more about him. To feel him and connect with him.

“Maybe we should reenact that night” she bit her lip as his tongue swiped over his bottom lip, a sly smirk raising the corners of his mouth. “I think we should” his lips landed gently against hers. This tongue swiping over her teeth, asking for permission to enter. Of course she granted. Their tongues clashing and dancing. They both pulled back to catch their breath and smiles plastered on their faces was enough to describe how mind blowing that kiss was. “That was-“ she started. Rafe leaned into her ear. “If you think my tongues that good in your mouth, just wait till it’s in your pussy”

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Part 3

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horseshoegirl · 1 year

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Damn Those Dog Tags - Part 2:

Hello, I Love You

AN: FYI... I cried at the likes, reblogs, and comments you all left. I didn't expect that at all! Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!

A lot more of Sadie came out in this one than I expected.

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❗️18+, strong language, sexual themes, Jake being Jake, godmother reader/original female character, Original child character.

#3K Words

Part 1 | Masterlist | Part 3

Finding sunlight never seemed to be an issue in California.

Penny asked if you could open the bar on your day off while she ran a few errands with Amelia. After dropping Sadie off at her tutoring lesson, you had time to spare, and the beach was the perfect place to read until your shift started.

Penny had set up a pair of Adirondack chairs under an umbrella just off the back deck of the Hard Deck. It was your favourite place to go on breaks or when you arrived early, such as today. Rummaging in your bag, you pulled out your book, eyes fixated on the cover.

Pride and Prejudice was the go-to for Ridley and you. Whenever one of you had a bad day or couldn’t sleep, you’d huddle together on the couch and put it on the TV. You attempted to show it to Sadie last year. While she was too young to appreciate it then, she loved that all the best camera angles seemed to focus on Elizabeth Bennet, especially when she stood on that cliffside.

It had been a promise between sisters you’d read the book together, having purchased your copy the week before her death. While you couldn’t bring yourself to watch the movie again just yet, you felt you owed it to her to read the book.

The world belonging to Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth Bennet was far more intriguing than your own. It wasn’t till you came to a part of the book that lulled, did you looked up to see an infamous game of Dogfight Football taking place on the shore. You spied a few of the Daggers mixed in with the newer Top Gun pilots. Rooster wouldn’t be there. He was running a few errands for you before picking up Sadie.

You smiled wholeheartedly, seeing Bob lose it over at what you supposed was a touchdown. Mav attempted to explain the game to you once upon a time, something about running offence and defence simultaneously. Any explanation left you even more confused than you were before.

Phoenix started the game again, shouting at Coyote to be open for her incoming throw. Bob lined up in front of a blonde pilot you hadn’t seen before. It wasn’t until Bob shouted at him for faking a throw did you realize you were ogling at the newly returned Dagger your friends warned you about.

For just a moment, you understood why the bartenders before you gave in. Hangman was every girl’s hot dream come to life. The million-dollar smile. Muscles for days. A face you were sure would be perfectly symmetrical if you took a ruler to it.

Yet, you could only focus on those damn dog tags swaying in space above his sternum—that little divet, which led down between his perfectly sculpted abs. The part of your brain with no impulse control picturing everything you could do to that divet.

The other part reeled you in, shouting ‘in your dreams’ and ‘he’d leave you out to dry too.’

Startled by the alarm on your phone, you forced yourself to peel your eyes away, close your book and make your way up the back steps to open the bar.

Ridley’s jean jacket protected you from a strong gust of wind blowing up sand as you unlocked the door. You remembered when she found it in that thrift store, losing it over the David Bowie-inspired patch on the back. It was one of the many belongings you brought from her townhouse, the rest tucked away in storage to be dealt with another day. You always made sure the first song playing on the Jukebox when you opened was something by Bowie.

A few people trickled in from the beach once they realized the bar was open, and you did your best to handle the intake until Jimmy could relieve you of the pressure.

A keg was giving you issues, your back facing the busier part of the bar as you crouched down to adjust a loose nozzle.

“What’s it like being the most beautiful girl in this bar?”

Yes, Hangman was perfect on the eyes. Then he had to ruin it by opening his mouth.

You stood up, keeping your back turned, “What’s it like being the biggest liar in the world?”

“Not a liar if it's true.”

You turned to face him, a hand on your hip. “Does that work on all the unfortunate girls who stumble into your path, Hangman?”

“I see my reputation precedes me.”

A man with charm was a dangerous thing. And Hangman was indeed that man. Sitting at your bar, arms perched, the most Mona Lisa smile you’ve ever seen gracing his face.

“Nobody,” you said, “could be so forward and expect to get away with it.”

“What do you say about tonight? Your place or mine?” That cocky smirk was begging to be wiped off his face.

You kept yourself busy, trying to avoid looking at his eyes as much as possible. You weren’t expecting them to be so green.

“I have a date with a bug and some friends.” The urge to clean something with the rag on your shoulder was getting harder to ignore. You needed to do something with your hands.

“Ditch them.”

That made you look up, staring blankly at him, “Your friends must call you an asshole if that’s how you’d treat them.”

A toothpick had somehow now made its way between his teeth. You weren't sure whether you wanted to pull it out of his mouth or stare at what he was doing with it. You made a note to hide the small canister under the bar the next time he showed up.

“One of the nicest assholes you could ever hope to meet.”

You rolled your eyes. “I have a list with your name in the girl's bathroom that says otherwise.”

“For a good time, call Hangman?” This guy didn’t know when to quit.

You snorted, “Hardly.”

“Come on, do you think that poorly of me? Let Hangman show you a good time.”

It was your turn to smirk. You leaned against the bar, resting your elbows on the space before him, tipping forward just enough to intrude upon his personal space.

“You want to know what I think?” His eyes dropped to your lips.

“I think you’ve mastered the art of your southern Texas charm,” You took the rag from your shoulder and started to wipe at part of the bar between his arms.

“A handsome naval pilot,” keeping your eyes down, you continued, “a few pretty verses with just enough of that southern accent, making even the shyest of women hope to drop their pants for a promise of a good time.”

His voice was low as he spoke, “Here I am. Just say the word.”

You couldn’t believe this guy. Any thought you had entertained of inviting him tonight or in the future vanished. Bradley and Natasha were right. He did flirt with anything within a five-mile radius.

“What else can you offer someone other than the promise of a good time, Hangman?” You pushed yourself away from him, reaching for a misplaced whiskey glass. “After all, why did all of Penny’s previous bartenders quit after being around you?”

You reached for the bottle of sanitizer, spraying your rag. “Do you see women as a means to an end? Wham, Bam, thank you, mam? Or is the thought of forming something deeper with someone just too damn hard?”

His mouth gaped open.

You put your back to him as you finished, “I’m not the type of girl guys like you go to for one-night stands. Considering you won’t tell me your real name and assuming I’d ditch my friends for a guy.”

No matter how you said it, the slight bitterness was there. “Go leave some other girl hanging, Hangman.”

You waited a moment, gathering the courage to turn around to ask if he wanted something from the bar before a voice caught your attention.

“Liz!” Bradley shouted, Sadie trailing on his heels with her backpack dragging behind her.

“Hey, Bradley,” You smiled at him before looking down at Sadie, her eyes downcast and shoulders slumped. Her morning couldn’t have gone any more wrong.

“How was tutoring, Sweetheart?”

“Mr. Turner was mean to me again.” You frowned.

“The numbers don’t make sense. I try to ask questions, but he either makes it more confusing or refuses to answer and tells me to figure it out myself.”

“He doesn’t know how you learn, Bug. You’ll get it.” Rooster attempting to offer encouraging words.

The Math Makes Sense textbooks she brought home were anything but. The pair of you spending nights tearing your hair out at the kitchen table over the most obscure questions. Amelia tried, but she had a preference for English.

“Elizabeth,” Hangman realized, looking slightly shocked. “Penny mentioned you.”

You smiled, mocking his words before, “I see my reputation precedes me.”

He looked down at Sadie, who firmly attached herself to Rooster’s hand, “Then you must be Sadie.”

She narrowed her eyes, “Or Bug, that’s what they call me,” rocking her hand in Bradley’s.

You grimaced as he raised his eyebrow, clearly figuring out Sadie was the Bug and the Daggers, the friends you were referring to.

“Hangman.”

“Rooster.”

“What, they finally kicked you out of Texas?”

“Someone has to be around to save your as.. butt,” his eyes dropped to Sadie with a slight wince.

She rolled her eyes with as much dramatic flare as a ten-year-old could muster.

“I’m ten. I’ve heard worse,” she mumbled before climbing onto one of the bar stools and pulling her homework out of her bag. You couldn’t refute her; the swear jar in your kitchen was evidence enough. Its presence reminding the Daggers a ten-year-old was in their company.

“Nice,” Rooster pointed to Sadie. “I knew you were an idiot, but this just proved it.”

Clearly, Hangman saving his life did nothing to change Rooster's attitude towards this teammate.

You were thankful the sound of glass hitting the floor pulled you away from whatever was happening between the two, a quick ‘I’ll be right back’ to Sadie and a strict glare at Bradley before you walked over to a group of newer Top Gun pilots trying to clean up the mess.

“You think you can handle this guy for a few minutes? I gotta run a few errands,” Rooster jerking his thumb towards Hangman.

Sadie looked him over before sarcastically glaring back at Rooster. “You're joking, right?”

Rooster smiled, roughing up her hair, before turning to leave.

“Bye, Bug.” He shouted over his shoulder.

She didn’t even look up, too focused on the cover of her textbook, when she called out, “Bye, Uncle Roo.”

Sadie took a deep breath before finding the page she had been working on with her tutor in her textbook. The man didn’t know how to explain anything, let alone math. She tried hard to understand what he was saying, but the comments about how he’d expect this from a kid being raised by a single woman were annoying.

She knew you and her mom would want her to bite her tongue. But she'd never own up to it if her foot accidentally strayed too far to hit his shin.

It was a few seconds before she flipped her pencil, harshly erasing the page, before throwing her forehead down onto the bar with a thump in defeat.

With an amused look from the pilot sitting beside her and a slight chuckle at her antics, he asked, “That bad?”

She looked up at him, head resting on crossed arms over her textbook. “My tutor is a total idiot.”

“Oh really?”

“I know I don’t understand this stuff, but I would expect a math tutor would.” She felt hopeless. A few teachers at her new school wanted her to succeed and gave her chances to catch up. But math? Every teacher she ever encountered seemed like they set her up to fail.

He leaned closer to her, staring down at the part of her textbook that wasn’t covered by her arms, “What’s the culprit?”

“Fractions,” she was almost ashamed to admit. “Doing things with them.”

“Could I take a look?”

Sadie raised her head. She had no idea who this guy was. But, if he was offering to help her with her homework, Math no less, he couldn’t be that much of an idiot.

“I haven’t seen you before. Are you a pilot?” doubting he could handle something like this if four other people had already failed.

“The best there is,” he replied casually. “Dagger Squad would be lost without me.”

She looked at him skeptically, contemplating her answer. Finally, she pushed her textbook over to him, “Okay, wow me, ‘Hangman.’”

You occasionally glanced back at Sadie as you cleaned up the broken glass. With Bradley gone, Hangman had moved closer to her, one of her butterfly-themed pencils in his hand as the two passed her notebook back and forth, engaged in a lengthy conversation.

You knew right away what was going on. The git was helping her with her math homework. You didn’t know whether to be pissed off at him, pissed off Rooster left her alone with him, or grateful somebody was willing to explain the damn stuff to her.

“Are you coming tonight?” Sadie asked, punching something into her calculator.

“I’m assuming this is the ‘date’ your Aunt mentioned,” flipping the pencil in his hand.

“Something always happens on a Saturday Night,” she wrote something down. “Whether it's dinner, game night, a movie… Rooster’s karaoke ideas.”

She felt a shiver go through her body at the last one. While she loved her Uncle, Great Balls of Fire was getting old.

He shrugged. “Wasn’t invited.”

Sadie frowned, watching him glance at you laughing with the pilots apologizing for the mess. “I thought all the Daggers came over on Saturday nights.”

“Not me.”

She raised an eyebrow, her lips posed, before sliding her notebook over to him, pointing to the question she had just answered with the end of her pencil.

He glanced down, “You got it.”

She punched the air, wiggling in her seat. Hangman smiled.

Settling down from her mini celebration, she peered at him thoughtfully, watching him glance at her Aunt. “My Aunt said I could invite someone. Come.”

“I don’t think I’m the person she wanted you to invite.”

“Too bad,” She was quick to answer. “Something tells me you have trouble making friends, and I need some.”

Hangman scoffed, “I do not have trouble making friends. Rooster and I just don’t see eye to eye on things.”

“You're kidding. He’s a softy.” She realized she needed to change her tactic when he didn't react.

“Don’t worry, I’ll protect you from the chicken. And you could hang out with Coyote, he’s barbecuing something tonight. Guys seem to like that stuff.”

Seeing his face, she knew he was coming up with a way to let her down gently. She hated when grown-ups did that. Noticing you were coming back over and her window to convince him was closing, she quickly dragged her notebook back to her.

“Promise me you’ll at least show up,” flipping through the pages, she tore off a piece of paper, scribbling down something before placing it in front of him.

“5 o’clock. This address.” Then one last final attempt, “Or is ‘Mr. Best there is’ scared of a little campfire?”

Reaching the bar, you picked up your forgotten rag and stood in front of the two. Sadie staring somewhat hopefully at Hangman, who was peaking at something in the palm of his hand.

“How’s the Math homework, Bug?”

“Better!” She snapped her notebook shut, turning to face you. “He helped me.”

You gave Hangman a pointed look. “Did he now? Well, thank you, Hangman.”

He gave a tense smile and a nod. “Anytime.”

Watching him stand, you caught him out of the corner of your eye, pocketing something into his shorts. You guessed whatever it was, it had to have come from the notebook Sadie so conveniently snapped shut the minute you spoke.

You straighten your back, putting on your best customer service smile. “I guess we’ll be seeing you around.”

Suddenly, the damn smirk was back to gracing his face. “Tonight. Thank you for the invite, Ms. Sadie.”

Your smile dropped. “Wait, what?”

Sadie giggled loudly at your reaction, secretly pleased he gave in. “You're welcome,” She sang out.

You gawked as he leaned down next to Sadie, whispering something in her ear before she turned her head, hand blocking her mouth to say something back, a beaming smile across her face as he stepped away.

“Elizabeth,” he winked at you as he turned to leave.

You watched him go, playfully tossed your rag down on the space next to her once he was out of earshot, exclaiming, “What the hell was that!?”

Sadie only continued to smile, a dreamy look on her face as she placed her head back into her arms, watching the blonde aviator walk out the door, “He was never invited.”

“Why do you think that might be?”

She ignored your question. “He’s part of the Daggers. That makes him family.”

“All families have bad eggs,” a quiet grumble on your lips.

She looked up at you, her forehead pinched, and her stare final, “You said no questions asked.”

Shit.

When you told Sadie she could invite a friend to the Dagger night get-togethers, you thought she’d pick a new friend from school. Maybe one of the kids she played street hockey with, a friend from soccer. You told her no questions asked. Anyone she wanted, hoping it would encourage her to make new friends.

You glared at her. “Sadie.”

“Aunt Elizabeth.”

She pinned you with her eyes, daring you to move. To blink. To make a sound. To give her an answer that was anything but what she wanted to hear.

Life choices were being regretted. There was no way you were winning a staring contest against a ten-year-old. And you never backed out on a promise.

“Fine! Fine!” you gave in, throwing your hands up. “But you have to break the news to Rooster.”

With a giddy smile and a stuck-out tongue, she picked up her pencil, happy to return to the rest of her questions with a sudden newfound eagerness.

You returned to polishing the forgotten whiskey glass, biting your bottom lip and thinking, ‘I still didn’t get his name.’

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MASTERPOST!!!

Hi there fellow whumpers! I'm Remy or you can simply just call me Unforgiven. I'm Bisexual, use she/her, and live in Dubai! (How to pronounce my name)

This is my first blog and I'm really new to this so I have no idea how to make a masterlist and write. Please go easy on the critism and bear with me😭

❗️❗️THERE WILL BE FEMALE WHUMPEES HERE❗️❗️ ❗️❗️YOUNG WHUMPEES MIGHT BE MENTIONED❗️❗️ ❗️❗️THERE WILL BE *NO* NSFW HERE❗️❗️ ❗️❗️PLEASE TAG ME IF YOU USE ANY OF MY PROMPTS❗️❗️

You'll find my writings of Pet whump here the most. I just love when Whumpers force whumpees to address them as 'sir'(≧∇≦)ﾉ . Defiant whumpees slowly breaking down are my ONE weakness🤌 I love and by love i mean LOVE human blood bags and vampire whumpers. Like cmon, Humans treated as a food source and a pet?! Thats double the torture!!

Prompts are free to use but please tag me if you do. Asks, dm's and requests are always open so please don't feel scared to send one in! <3

ONESHOTS

CONFINED

THE KNIFE'S EDGE

BEARING THE PAIN

SORRY ISN'T GOOD ENOUGH

PROMPTS AND SNIPPETS

FEEL THE PAIN(Prompt)

NOTHING BUT A PAWN(Prompt)

BURNING DRESSES(Prompt)

WINGED WHUMPEES(Prompt)

BROKEN VILLAIN WHUMPEE(Prompt)

YOU BELONG TO ME(Snippet)

TWISTED PLEASURE(Snippet

A DISOBEDIENT PET(Snippet)

FEAR'S DELIGHT(Snippet)

CHEERFUL WHUMPERS(Prompt)

MANIPULATIVE WHUMPERS(Prompt)

WOLLEMI WHUMP EVENT (Completed)

My oc's Caleb and Dominic are gonna be used in this :3

PROMPTS BEING USED

Day 1- Under the weather (Sick whumpee)

Day 2- Carried (aftermath of Whumpee being Used as entertainment)

Day 3- Threat(Caleb's official first day as Dominic's pet)

Day 4- At weapon's point(Caleb finds someone in his house hehe)

Day 5- Caught(Failed escape attempt)

Day 6- Plead(Whumper punishing whumpee)

Day 7- Heat(Whumpee getting heatstroke)

Day 8- Took a tumble(More failed escape attempts heh)

SHACKLED BY ROYALTY (Ongoing, newly started)

#1 The beast's pet

Reblogs are always appreciated <3

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iplayghoul · 2 years

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𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮'𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬.

pairing:: geto suguru x afab! reader

warnings:: mentions of many kinks/fetishes or sex thingies including car sex, threesomes, voyeurism/exhibition, open relationships, leading yall on with unfinished sex scenes, overstimulation & sexual torture, degradation, weapon play, blood kink ments.

author's note:: this is def my fav ive written even tho i did procrastinate with this just just bc ive already done these kinks for my favs (gojo and toji) DIS IS EXTRA LONG YALL ENJOYY😭❗️reblogs n comments much appreciated, ignore typos.

𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐬 he's wild, risky and enjoys a good time. that being said, his kinks might not all be in common with his best friend gojo. regardless, besties share things! one of them may or may not be you.

car sex: he always acts so dark and mysterious wit you all the time 🙄 what he really loves is taking you out on a road trip, an hour long drive at most, on dark rainy days at late hours of the night. you pick up some coffee for the ride, along with ham and cheese sandwhiches and just drive off onto the barely populated roads where he stops the car. you've both eaten your little meals by now and with the ac blasting, he moves past you into the back seat. the ambience of the rain and gloomy weather, together with the cold ac and good food is geto's number one kink. it gets him rock hard just thinking about finger fucking the shit out of you 'til you squirt on his leather seats, then pressing you up against the glass so he can drill his cock into you and fog up the windows.

threesomes: he adores sharing you. not just with anyone of course, but him and gojo. the two get so giddy over the idea of stuffing your mouth and pussy at the same time. forcing their meaty dicks into your pussy at the same time, or filling both your ass and cunt to the brim. you name it, they'll do it to you. he loves the idea of seeing you covered in cum and leaking it, and if he can't achieve that on his own; he can count on gojo to help him out ;)

speaking of sharing! what's an open relationship to geto? now idk what he'd call it, but it fills him with pride, boosts his ego and makes him so fucking hard when you ask for permission to make out with another person in front of him. by his rules, making out with and/or fucking another person is fine by him as long as he you ask for permission, he knows the person or you do it in front of him. he's not one to deal with cheaters, it would be best to ask his exes who have cheated, except you can't. cheating to geto is doing anything flirtatious or sexual with another person without him knowing about it. simple! wanna make out with another girl at the bar? make it messy. want him to take another guys tongue down his throat? he'll do it, cuz' yall's relationship is 50/50 😋😋 now this brings me to my next point.

voyeurism & exhibitionism: he is not ashamed of yall's sexual connection and i really mean it. whether its inviting two of your mutual friends to fuck for you both to see in yall's bed or fucking as a dare in the middle of a group of friends, he's down for whatever. "I'm down for anything, I'm down for whatever. I'm a slut, get me lit, I dare you." he wants you to be a slobbery mess of embarrassment in front of your friends, he wants them to out their hands on you. touching, squeezing, sucking on your tits while he fucks you. others holding your legs back up into the air so you can't put them down when he pounds into you and even a second cock from one of his friends coming to stuff your mouth while yall complete the dare. either way, he's going to make sure you're wrecked.

overstimulation & sexual torture: he likes to have all your 5 senses occupied while you have sex or make love. your favourite r&b song playing in the background, a scented candle lit, a blindfold: soaked, covering your eyes, the smoothness of geto's sweaty and dewy skin against yours and the taste of his lips on yours. all while he licks into your mouth and rolls his hips to slap against yours as he fucks you deep and slow. it's a torturous pace and while most days he has your skin slapping against the sheets with how forceful he's fucking you or tied up with a vibrator on your clit, some days he takes things slow. a little too slow. sometimes he enjoys overstimulating you with multiple orgasms, but he finds that fucking you way too slow 'till you come gives him a way better reaction. the slow drag of his tip against the walls of your cunt, scratching at your g-spot, makes your pussy ache and he refuses to speed up 🙄 edging you on with little words and a slow roll of his thumb on your clit.

degradation: he loves you, he really does and assuming you have an embarrassment kink and degradation kink as well, he reads you for filth. in the same sex scene as my previous point, you whine and kick your feet under him so he can move faster. you can't even see what he's doing but the blindfold is already wet with your tears, throat sore from your gasps and complaints for him to go faster. "baby please, fuck, i– i can't c'mon," your words are fumbled around in deep breaths. "ya' don't have any fuckin' shame? huh? told you to take what you get. don't fuckin' piss me off or I'll leave your cunt right here." he always looks you in the eyes, dark, not like you can see it. "fuckin' look atchya', so fuckin' needy and can't listen to simple orders," he leans more over you and offers a wet slap to your cheek. you lick your lips, eyebrows furrowed and trying not to cry more than before. "fuck— please, babe– jus' wanna cum, shit!"

and finally, weapon play: i did go a little crazy on this post but let me just say this. gun, knife or chains, geto uses it all on you. he often ties you up in bruising chains and takes the knife to your neck, letting it caress your skin, down to your breasts and tickling your torso. he indulges himself in licking the little droplets of blood that surface, careful not to cut his love deeply. other times, depending on what you ask for, (he's such a service dom btw im not gonna get into it...) he'll put the gun in your mouth while he fucks you. it's loading with one bullet instead of six for the risk but he never pulls the trigger despite it.

— listen and if yall are one to do it, i truly believe all these kinks are vice versa between you two, dont get it twisted. masterlist.

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Scared about climate change? You should be, but remember that not everything is dark, as China push for reforestation and removable energy, aiming to turn the most populated country on earth into the greenest one

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⚠️ LA CINA STA SCONFIGGENDO LA DESERTIFICAZIONE E HA AUMENTATO LA SUA COPERTURA FORESTALE DEL 40% NEGLI ULTIMI TRENT'ANNI ⚠️

🇨🇳 Nel mentre in Occidente la Sostenibilità, l'Ecologia e l'Energia Pulita non sono altro che "paroline", il Governo della Repubblica Popolare Cinese, negli ultimi trent'anni, ha fatto passi da gigante nell'ambito dell'Afforestazione, tanto da aver aumentato la sua copertura forestale del 40%, le Città Cinesi sono ricche di verde, ma la stampa liberale propone sempre fotografie grigie, spente, cercando di fornire sempre una percezione negativa della Cina 😵‍💫

🏜 Una delle più grandi vittorie ecologiche per la Cina, che permetterà al proprio paese di crescere ancor di più nei prossimi decenni, riguarda la Lotta alla Desertificazione, come mostrato da un articolo di MEZZOPIENO, che porta diverse fonti diversificate, dal Quotidiano del Popolo alla NASA, passando per l'Accademia Cinese delle Scienze:

📊 Statisticamente parlando, i deserti coprono - attualmente - il 41,3% della superficie totale della Terra, e la sfida per bloccare la loro avanzata è ardua ❌

🇨🇳 La Cina, il 4° Stato più esteso al mondo, presenta solo il 12% di terreno fertile, ma ciononostante garantisce ottimi raccolti, e un Team di Ricercatori dell'Università di Chongqing "Jiaotong" ha sviluppato un nuovo sistema in grado di CONVERTIRE IL DESERTO IN TERRA ARABILE tramite un COMPOSTO NATURALE a base di cellulosa vegetale che riesce ad aumentare notevolmente la capacità delle sabbie del deserto di trattenere acqua, minerali e sostanze nutritive essenziali per la crescita delle piante 🌱

🏜 Questo composto è stato applicato nel Deserto di Ulan Buh, nella Mongolia Interna, trasformandola - in pochi mesi - in un terreno fertile completamente coltivabile 🌾

🌳 Sempre applicando questa tecnica, insieme ad altre di Riforestazione e Conservazione, la Cina è riuscita a recuperare il 93% (❗️) del Deserto Mu Us, ripristinando la sua vegetazione 🌴

🧾 Secondo un Rapporto dell'Accademia Cinese delle Scienze, negli ultimi quarant'anni, in Cina, sono stati piantati oltre 7,88 milioni di ettari di alberi (❗️) che hanno invertito il processo di desertificazione in 336.200km² di territorio, e più di 10 milioni di ettari di praterie sono stati protetti o ripristinati 📊

🌿 Nell'Altopiano del Loess, che include porzioni delle Province Cinesi del Gansu, Shanxi e Shaanxi, la copertura erbosa e forestale è aumentata del 60% (❗️)

🇨🇳 Nel 2000, il Deserto del Gobi si stava espandendo di 10.400km² all'anno, così il Governo Centrale, durante la Presidenza di Jiang Zemin, Hu Jintao e Xi Jinping, fece piantare più di 88 miliardi di alberi (❗️), creando una gigantesca "cintura di foreste" lunga 5.000km. Il risultato? I deserti della Cina si stanno riducendo di oltre 2.400km² all'anno 🥳

🇨🇳 La grande Iniziativa Cinese per la costruzione della "Grande Muraglia Verde" iniziò tra il 1979 e il 1980, e da allora tutti i paesi che perseguono una volontà REALE di effettuare un reale processo verde hanno seguito la Cina, come i paesi dell'Africa - alleati della Cina 💞

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🔺La Grande Muraglia Verde Cinese da 88 miliardi di alberi 🌳

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⚠️ CHINA IS DEFEATING DESERTIFICATION AND HAS INCREASED ITS FOREST COVER BY 40% IN THE LAST THIRTY YEARS ⚠️

🇨🇳 While in the West Sustainability, Ecology and Clean Energy are nothing more than "little words", the Government of the People's Republic of China, in the last thirty years, has made great strides in the field of Afforestation, so much so that it has increased its forest cover by 40%, Chinese cities are rich in greenery, but the liberal press always offers gray, dull photographs, always trying to provide a negative perception of China 😵‍💫

🏜 One of the greatest ecological victories for China, which will allow its country to grow even more in the coming decades, concerns the Fight against Desertification, as shown by an article of MEZZOPIENO, which brings several diversified sources, from the People's Daily to the NASA, to the Chinese Academy of Sciences:

📊 Statistically speaking, deserts cover - currently - 41.3% of the total surface of the Earth, and the challenge to block their advance is difficult ❌

🇨🇳 China, the 4th largest state in the world, has only 12% of fertile land, but nevertheless guarantees excellent harvests, and a Research Team from the University of Chongqing "Jiaotong" has developed a new system capable of CONVERTING THE DESERT INTO ARABLE LAND through a NATURAL COMPOUND based on vegetable cellulose which manages to significantly increase the capacity of desert sands to retain water, minerals and nutrients essential for plant growth 🌱

🏜 This compound was applied in the Ulan Buh Desert, in Inner Mongolia, transforming it - in a few months - into a fully arable fertile soil 🌾

🌳 Always applying this technique, together with others of Reforestation and Conservation, China has managed to recover 93% (❗️) of the Mu Us Desert, restoring its vegetation 🌴

🧾 According to a report by the Chinese Academy of Sciences, over 7.88 million hectares of trees (❗️) have been planted in China over the past forty years, reversing the desertification process in 336,200km² of land, and more of 10 million hectares of grasslands have been protected or restored 📊

🌿 In the Loess Plateau, which includes portions of the Chinese provinces of Gansu, Shanxi and Shaanxi, grass and forest cover increased by 60% (❗️)

🇨🇳In 2000, the Gobi Desert was expanding by 10,400km² per year, the Central Government, during the Presidency of Jiang Zemin, Hu Jintao and Xi Jinping, planted more than 88 billion trees (❗️), creating a gigantic "belt of forests" 5,000 km long. The result? China's deserts are shrinking by over 2,400km² per year 🥳

🇨🇳 China's great initiative to build the "Great Green Wall" started between 1979 and 1980, and since then all the countries pursuing a REAL will to carry out a real green process have followed China, such as the countries of Africa - allies of China 💞