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poker night - spencer reid

warnings; kissing, dry humping, dirty talk, unprotected sex, degradation and praise? kind of cocky spencer.. fluffy aftercare <3

! proof reading tmrw !

it had been a while since reid had been to a proper poker game, but the case the team had just worked, which involved him having to play in a high-stakes game, had got him back to it. he liked poker, he was good at reading players faces, and even better at winning. so he visited a similar, select entry club, opting to only play a few rounds.

and thats when you sauntered in, heels clicking along the floorboards as you joined him at the table. you played your tray of chips on the table, throwing a small smile to the other people on the table. eyes pausing to gaze at spencer, eventually trailing along his body, before looking away quickly.

spencer smirked, your immediate attraction to him painfully obvious.

"can i deal you in to this round miss?" the dealer asks.

"please." you say, nodding your head.

spencer watches you carefully as you play, taking you in. you were extremely gorgeous, and obviously intelligent, he could tell by how you were besting almost everyone else at the table.

except him.

"excuse me, mind if i move seats?"

the waitress nods at him, and he slides his tray of chips along the table, to the seat next to you. you watch him, mouth slightly parting when he sits down next to you.

"hey." he says, adjusting his stiff jacket, as he looks over at you.

"uh- hi." you respond, eyes darting away from his, appearing even more focused on the game.

your mind is spinning, and your attention thinning at his sudden presence next to you. his hand was slung over his chair, other hand flicking through his cards. you could smell his cologne, it was intoxicating, he just smelt so good..

you were usually much more confident when it came to flirting with men, but something about him had you stuck. you swallow, eyes scanning the faces of your opponents, searching for a signs of their next moves.

you glance over at spencer, who's focused on the game, not catching your stare.

"raise." the man opposite you states.

he shuffles some chips forward and you frown, you didn't expect that.

"still in?" spencer whispers, leaning across to talk to you.

"i'll take a break, what about you?" you say glancing up at him.

his face is close to yours, his soft brown eyes looking over your features.

"depends.."

"on what?"

"where your going for this little break." he quirks a brow at your surprised expression.

"i was thinking maybe a drink, and then the private rooms?" you say, smirking as you mention the room, it's obvious what your insinuating.

"can i join you?"

"absolutely."

spencer signals the dealer that your leaving and gets up, you following. he places a hand on your lower back, fingers dancing across your skin. you inhale sharply at the contact, and he grins at the reaction.

"tell me," he says as he guides you through the crowd.

"what kind of drink would you like?"

"wine." you state simply.

as you reach the bar, he orders to glasses and pays with his card.

"classy choice."

you shrug, "i'm not usually classy."

"i could tell." he says, taking a sip from his glass.

your eyes widen, but instead of saying anything you opt to take a large swig of your wine.

"the rooms?" you ask, nodding towards the red velvet drapes next to the bar.

he smiles, following you.

"room for two?" you ask, smiling at the women at the entrance.

"right this way miss."

you follow her down the corridor, and she brushes aside another set of drapes to reveal a door, opening it to a little room, couches on either side and a poker table set for two.

"enjoy." she says.

"oh we will." reid mutters under his breath, only allowing you to hear.

you sit on the couch, placing your wine on the table next you and facing spencer.

"so, whats your name?" you ask.

"spencer."

"last name?" you ask.

he chuckles, "you really need to know?"

"i like to know the names of the people im about to fuck." you say blatantly, grabbing your glass.

"fair enough." he says, smirking at you.

"want to play a game?" he asks, nodding towards the table.

"we don't have any chips.."

"we can play a different version."

half an hour later your down to your bra and skirt, spencer having only lost his jacket.

"how about we raise?" you ask, tilting your head at him.

"you sure you want to do that sweetheart, you don't have much clothing left."

"oh im sure.. lets see.."

"if you win the next round, ill take off my skirt.. and bra." spencer quirks a brow at this, excitement evident on his face.

"and if you win?"

"i get to take off your shirt and pants." you say.

"that doesn't seem very fair.."

you shrug, placing your cards on the table.

"flip?" you ask, and he nods, folding over his cards.

you smirk, his hand was good.. but yours better. spencer winces as you flip your cards.

"what a shame, i really wanted to see you braless."

"don't worry, you will."

he smirks, hands coming up to undo his shirt buttons. you watch, leaning your elbows against the table to stare at him.

"want to help?" he asks, hands leaving the buttons.

your heart hammers in your chest, blinking fast before you say yes, getting up and crossing over to him. he swivels his chair so its facing away from the table, allowing you to stand in front of him. he spreads his legs, motioning for you to stand between him. you reach for the first button, hands stuttering as you feel his hand slid up to your waist, fiddling with the bottom of your bra.

"so pretty.." he whispers under his breath, and your knees wobble at the compliment, hands shaking as you attempt to undo the rest of his shirt buttons.

once done, he shrugs of the shirt, letting it fall behind him. you allow your hand to rake up and down his chest, tracing along the slight tone on his abs, hand pausing at the top button of his slacks.

"you look at little dazed sweetheart, want me to do the rest?" he asks, squeezing your waist.

"no." you murmur.

your hand toys with the top of his pants opening the first button, then the next. as you reach the zipper, you fall to your knees looking up at him.

"better access." you say shrugging.

he stares at you, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. your hands come up to his zipper, undoing it slowly, noting the prominent bulge that can now be seen behind his boxers.

"someone's excited."

he scoffs, "don't act like if i didn't feel your panties right now, they wouldn't be soaked."

your mouth falls open, partly at the cockiness of his tone, and the way his words head straight to your core, adding to the wetness that was in your panties. he was very right about that..

"you know, it's looking a bit unfair, might need you to take of your skirt, angel?" he asks, tapping your shoulder.

you nod, mind failing to think straight as you stand up to pull off your skirt. he watches from his relaxed position in the chair, eyes raking over your thighs, and black panties with a little bow. matching with your lacy bra.

"look at you, all matching.." you says, motioning with your hand for you to come back to him.

his hands glide along the sides of your waist, taking in your body.

"so perfect, god-"

you blush at his praise, and he smiles up at you. hand reaching to cup your jaw as he pulls you down for a kiss, lips meeting yours. at first the kiss is sweet, testing the waters, but then it turns. his tongue glides against your own, as your lips crash against eachother, nothing sweet about that.

his hands find their position on the flesh of your ass, squeezing it lightly. you moan at the notion. spencer stands, lips still connected with yours as he guides you to the couch, only breaking contact to fall back onto the plush velvet. he grabs at your thighs, pulling you to straddle him, and you moan as your clit harshly rubs against his boner. his hands reach for your hips, guiding you in a soft grinding motion. breaking the kiss, he tosses his head back against the couch, groaning aloud as you move against him.

"doing so well... so good for me." you nod, mascara smudging as you feel cheeks roll down your cheeks from the pleasure.

"aww, pretty baby, crying from pleasure." he swipes a thumb against you cheek, brushing at your cheeks.

"please reid-"

"putting that last name to good use i see.." he chuckles, punctuating it with a moan as you hips roll against his particularly hard.

"can i please, i want more." you stutter, moving your hips back to palm at his hard cock.

"want my cock?"

"please.."

he pulls you off his lap, standing up and guiding to lay down on the couch. he climbs above you, hovering over you figure, arm resting on the edge of the couch above your head. your hands quickly pull at his boxers, taking them off him.

"so desperate.."

you stroke the thumb along the tip of his dick, and he shudders above you. you smile, happy to please him, hands reaching to your own panties and shuffling them down your legs.

"condom?" he whispers, awkwardly reaching over your head to his bag on the table behind.

"no-" you say, stopping his attempts and pulling his hand back down to rest on your stomach.

"you just want me to-"

"god yes." you whisper raising your head to kiss him.

spencers absolutely feral, chest heaving as he enters you, feeling you squeeze around him.

"so godamn tight.. pretty little thing."

he moans as his hips snap against your own, and you reach for his hair tugging at it as you cry out his name. he pulls out slightly before slamming back in, setting a rythm.

"so perfect, my little slut. your not at all classy, huh?"

you nod at his words, eyes squeezed shut as you moan, the mix of his dick hitting that perfect spot inside you, and his words causing your mind to fog and thoughts run dizzy.

he thrusts into you, the couch shaking lightly as he does.

"are you close already? can feel you around me.."

and you whimper out a 'yes', moaning out as he continues his movements.

he groans, feeling your walls contract around him. you squirm bellow, feeling your stomach tighten, orgasm approaching you.

"so close, spence-"

tears fall from your eyes once again at the pleasure, as your orgasm rips across your body, thighs shuddering and squeezing around spencers legs.

"so so good for me." spencer whispers, as he too finishes with a groan, emptying his cum inside of you.

his hips stutter to a stop, and he slowly pulls out of you. he sits down, pulling you onto his lap once again, and kissing you softly.

"you alright?"

"yeah.." you say, allowing your head to fall on his shoulder, tiredness immediately spreading over your body.

"want to come back to mine, i have a bath, i'll run you a bath? get you all cleaned up and drive you home in the morning." he offers, all dominance lost as he shyly offers.

you smile, leaning back to place a soft kiss to his lips.

"sounds perfect."

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zerobaselove · 8 months

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zb1 as date ideas, fall edition ♡

pairing: zb1 x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: alcoholic beverages in jiwoongs, reader wears a barbie costume in ricky's but its still gn! lowercase intended, not proofread

notes: i am so rusty guys i am so sorry,, but ohhh this was so lovely to write. i know not all of these are explicitly fall themed or whatever but ITS FINE,,, i hope u all enjoy it as much as i enjoy fall bc ohh im so excited <3

jiwoong ;

"and this here is one of our specialties," the vineyard tour guide explained as he poured samples for both you and your boyfriend jiwoong. "it's a dry cider, so it's got a bit more of a refreshing taste, much more similar to an apple wine."

jiwoong swirled the cider in his glass for a moment before taking a sip, a pleasant expression crossing his face at the taste, urging you to try it as well. as the drink passed your lips, you couldn't help the sour expression as the bitter liquid hit your tongue. "not a fan?" jiwoong giggled at your childish palate, and you only shook your head.

"you like that?" you say in disbelief, "i feel like it's not as sweet." you pouted slightly, missing the previous sweet cider you had tried that was right up your alley. he couldn't help but smile and ruffle your hair. "i'll get you some of the sweet cider before we leave, yeah?" a smile spread across your face as you nodded.

you turned to the tour guide once again, "what's next?" the man chuckled at your eagerness to move on, watching jiwoong down the rest of his drink before moving on. the guide started to explain the next drink, describing it as a middle ground between the sweet and the dry ciders, and you found yourself being pleasantly surprised by the drink.

soon enough the two of you were walking out of the vineyard hand in hand, jiwoong laughing once again over your reaction to the more bitter drink. "listen okay, i just like sweet things." you jokingly huffed. "that's why you like me, right?" jiwoong smirked, earning a smack on the arm from you followed by a laugh, "yeah yeah, that's why i like you and the bottle of cider in the bag."

zhang hao ;

you don't remember choosing such a gory film for your movie night with your boyfriend hao. sure, you wanted something scary, even if both of you weren't the greatest with jumpscares, but it was that time of year. the leaves had started changing and so in your mind, it was halloween, and your movie choices had to reflect that.

that being said, not even 30 minutes into the movie and you had given up, opting to bury your head in your boyfriend's neck as he barely peaked through his fingers to see the screen. you tried to tune out the shrieks blaring through the speakers, focusing on the scent of your boyfriend's cologne, or the feeling of the new sweater he had just bought. but it was no use.

"i know i picked the movie but, can we please change it," you pouted, remote in hand. "don't have to tell me twice." hao chuckled, finally at ease now that the movie was paused. you scrolled through the selection of movies for a bit before settling on a fan favourite.

"the nightmare before christmas?" hao questioned, letting out a smile, "much better."you smiled back, finally getting comfy as you laid your head on his shoulder, readjusting the blanket that covered your legs. "i thought so too."

hao placed a small kiss on your temple as the movie started, letting his hand grab ahold of yours as the familiar tune of "this is halloween" played through the speakers, a much better alternative to the earlier screams.

truthfully, you didn't last long through the movie. the combination of the warmth radiating from your boyfriend as well as the cozy blanket covering you had knocked you out before the credits rolled, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

hanbin ;

"sung hanbin, where are you taking us?" you chuckled, eyes trained on the orange and red leaves surrounding you as you made your way further into the countryside. he only smiled, turning down the music on the radio before grabbing your hand as he kept his eyes on the road, "you'll see."

you simply shook your head at the vague nature of his response and looked back at the passing trees, humming along to the quiet radio. as curious as you were, you honestly wouldn't mind if hanbin had driven you around in circles, as long as you got to spend this time with him.

soon enough you had driven into a small town seemingly in the middle of a forest. the trees that surrounded the road had been cleared out and replaced with small business-lined streets and people walking their dogs in the chilly autumn weather. you couldn't help the questioning look on your face as he pulled into the parking lot of a small hole-in-the-wall coffee shop. "welcome, y/n" he smiled, opening the door for you, "to my very first barista job."

a smile quickly spread across your face as you connected the details of the small shop that you had heard about through hanbin's reminiscent stories. the small dent in the wall from where he had accidentally hit the wall with a piece of equipment he was moving, or the dusty chalkboard that he would get to draw the specials on every day. this was like a second home to the boy, and you could see why. the cozy atmosphere was more welcoming than you had expected.

"hanbin!" an older woman behind the counter called out, catching the attention of both of you as a wide smile spread across hanbin's face. "hi mrs. lee!" the older woman, who you now learned was the infamous mrs. lee, smiled at the two of you, "and who's this?" she inquired, "oh hi mrs. lee! i'm y/n" hanbin took your hand in his, "this is my lovely partner, i thought i'd show them my second home."

"well it's a pleasure to finally meet the person hanbin's been talking so kindly about." you smirked, turning to your now blushing boyfriend. "mrs. lee~" he playfully whined. "you talk about me?" a hint of curiosity laced your voice. he sighed, squeezing your hand, "can you blame me?"

matthew ;

"matthew?" you called out, faced with rows upon rows of fruit-bearing trees and no boyfriend to be seen. "matthew~" you dragged his name out, "where are you?" but alas, no response.

after a few moments of silence, you feel something hit your foot, glancing down you see that an apple had rolled and hit you. you chuckled as you picked up the fruit, your line of sight raising as you look down the row of trees to see your boyfriend standing there, holding in a laugh. "strike!" he yelled, jogging over to you with a basket full of bright red apples.

"you know i was almost worried about you for a second there." you playfully hit his arm, "you just disappeared." he let a sheepish smile pull across his face, "sorry 'bout that," he grabbed your hand with his free hand, leading you two down the path, "but what really could've happened, death by apples?" he chuckled, shaking his head.

"listen," you started, mindlessly swinging your interlocked hands, "i've seen the wizard of oz, apple trees can be brutal." you were stopped in your tracks as matthew planted his feet in one spot, pulling you in close. "well i'm right here my angel," he placed a kiss on your lips, a smile spreading across his lips in the process before pulling away, "and it's gonna take a lot more than a sentient apple tree to take me away from you."

you chuckled at the seriousness behind the rather silly sentence, "that's gotta be the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me, matthew." you let a chuckle escape your lips as you continued walking. "well you know," matthew let out a laugh of his own, "i'm quite the romantic."

taerae ;

bonfires were perfect this time of year, at least to you. the bright flame complimented the changing leaves so well, not to mention how nice the warmth was in the chilly fall nights. so you couldn't think of a better way to spend your evening than you were right now. you and your boyfriend taerae sat in chairs by the fire.

the two of you could talk for hours if given the chance, whether about something at work or a fond memory or really whatever came to mind. the conversations never seemed to lull. and right now, the topic of conversation was a song taerae had been working on that seemed to be stressing him out.

"can i hear what you have done?" you asked, smiling at the opportunity to hear your boyfriend's sweet voice. he nodded shyly, running inside to grab his guitar from the living room. after a few moments he had returned, guitar in one hand and a blanket in the other, handing the latter to you. "it's getting chilly," he smiled before sitting down and getting situated.

as he started strumming the first few chords, you found yourself swaying to the melody as he hummed the missing lyrics that had yet to be written. even in moments like this he still managed to sound angelic, and you found yourself getting lost in thought, wondering how you got so lucky.

"so that's all i've got," he let out a heavy sigh as he shook his head, putting the guitar down beside him. "all you've got?" you exclaimed, "taerae, you don't give yourself enough credit my. love."

he couldn't help but blush at the compliment, his hand quickly waving it off, "you're too kind, my dear. thank you"

ricky ;

after what felt like an eon of begging, you had finally convinced your boyfriend ricky to throw his ego to the side and come pick out a halloween costume with you. and you would be damned if you let this opportunity go to waste.

that is how the two of you ended up in the back of a spirit halloween, back to begging for your boyfriend to come out of the changing room. "it can't be that bad ricky, c'mon." you exclaimed, looking down at your outfit, the cop to his robber costume, though you hadn't seen his part yet as he paced in the closed off room.

"fine," he sighed, slowly opening the door, revealing his large frame covered in black and white stripes with a mask covering his eyes, looking like the robbers straight out of the sims 3. you stifled a laugh as you glanced over his figure. "my little criminal," you cooed, getting a scoff in return. "how is it fair that you look nice and i look like this." he let out a dry laugh at the situation.

"let's try the other one then!" you smiled, turning back to your changing room where one other costume stayed hung up. you couldn't help but smile as you looked at the bright pink outfit adorning your body in the mirror.

this time, you didn't have to beg ricky to reveal the outfit, finding him adjusting the shirt in the mirror outside the fitting rooms. "hey ken~" you dragged out, watching his face light up as he turned around at the sound of your voice. "hi barbie," he smiled, grabbing your hand to pull you in, standing next to him in front of the mirror.

"i think these are the ones." he exclaimed, and you couldn't help but nod in agreement, "the ken to my barbie."

gyuvin ;

if someone were to hear the situation going down between you and gyuvin right now, you were sure they'd assume someone was being killed, and in a way someone was, or rather something. two poor pumpkins sat on the table next to a bowl full of their insides, which gyuvin had now decided to grab a handful of.

"DON'T YOU DARE GYUVIN!" you shrieked, running around to the other side of the table, away from your boyfriend's pumpkin gut covered hands. "c'mon give me a hug!" he smiled, almost menacingly as he outstretched his hands to reach you from across the table, only narrowly missing you.

"keep you and your gross hands away from me," you laughed, though only half joking, "i don't want to smell like pumpkin for the rest of the year thank you." he only laughed as he placed the pumpkin bits back into the bowl on the table, sitting down to return to carving eumppappa's face into the pumpkin.

in a false sense of security you sat back down next to the boy, hopeful that you'd be able to finish your pumpkin in peace. but there was no such thing as peace with your boyfriend. in your focus on the carving in front of you, you failed to notice the way your boyfriend had gone eerily quiet, until you felt something be placed on your head. "a hat." gyuvin said simply, grinning ear to ear, hands covered in the contents of the bowl.

"kim gyuvin, you didn't" you carefully turned your head, trying not to knock off this new "hat" he had given you. he tried to keep a straight face at your cautious actions, "but i did." a laugh escaped his mouth as he picked up the pumpkin off of your head and putting it back in the bowl. "oh it's on." you mumbled, grabbing a handful yourself and mirroring his earlier actions, plopping it atop his head. and just like that, the night-long pumpkin war had begun.

gunwook ;

"y/n," gunwook smiled, tugging on your hand like a little kid, "let's go ride the ferris wheel!" you chuckled as you jogged to keep up with your boyfriend gunwook and his long legs. you two had spent all day running around the fair, trying new foods and petting cute animals, not to mention riding every ride you could imagine. but now the sun was setting and you were both winding down, so the ferris wheel sounded perfect right about now.

after waiting for a few minutes in line, you and gunwook finally got a seat in a bright purple basket. "i've had a really good day," gunwook smiled, grabbing your hand from across the basket. you took your eyes off the surrounding area, looking at your grinning boyfriend, mirroring a similar expression. "i did too wook, even if you totally cheated in the corn maze."

he shook his head, a laugh escaping his lips. "it's not my fault the corn was shorter than me! and besides," he paused, looking at you, "if i didn't, we never would've gotten out of there." he wasn't wrong. with your sense of direction, you would've been walking in circles for hours. "that's true," a comfortable silence came over you as you both admired the view below you.

"y/n look!" you turned back to the boy, a confused look on your face as you waited for him to continue. "we are stopped at the top!" both of you smiled from ear to ear, you had both hoped to get to stop at the top, but knew the chances were slim. yet here you were.

"aren't we lucky?" you exclaimed, taking in the setting sun and the way it lit up your boyfriend's skin. it only took a moment for gunwook to feel your eyes on him as he turned to you, a shy smile across his face before he leaned over, placing a soft kiss on your lips, keeping your faces close enough for you to hear his whisper.

"i really am lucky."

yujin ;

you and yujin weren't exactly the bravest people in the world, both having to be convinced to go to this haunted house in the first place. "it's fine guys, we will all be there together!" your friends had convinced you. you had almost thought for a moment that it wouldn't be so bad, that was until it was just you and yujin walking through the dark halls of this building.

you weren't sure how, but somehow early on, you and yujin had gotten separated from the rest of your friend group, and had been left to fend for yourselves. your false sense of hope quickly diminished as you heard the screams of other people up ahead.

"it;s fine yujinnie, we will just keep our heads down and blast through this, no big deal." you said, trying to convince yourself more so than him. "yeah, no big deal." he repeated, letting out a pathetic laugh as his eyes lowered to the ground in front of him. the plan was working until one of the "ghosts" had silently walked beside you, sticking their face in your line of sight. sure, you knew it was just makeup and prosthetics, but that didn't stop a scream from ripping from your throat and your hand instinctively grabbing yujin's.

yujin froze at the action, though you assumed it was just from the ghost appearing. what you didn't know was that your action had become the perfect distraction for yujin. no longer could he think about the creepy atmosphere or hear the screams of other people, his brain too focused on the feeling of your hand in his and the fact that at some point, you'd have to let go.

soon enough, like the light at the end of the tunnel, you both had found the exit, picking up your speed as you jogged to the glowing sign, dragging yujin along, hand in hand. once you had escaped the haunted house, you turned to the boy, wrapping him in a tight hug, "we did it!" you cheered, the boy joining you in the cheers.

"you made it!" your moment was interrupted by your friend's remark. "yeah and to no help of you," you joked, grabbing yujin's hand in yours again, "you can all thank yujin for letting me get out in one piece honestly." the statement caused the boy to flush a deep red, so much so that he didn't notice the way your cheeks mirrored his. maybe tonight hadn't been so bad.

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ejunkiet · 1 year

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to build a home

this started as a prompt fill, but turned into something else entirely. ;u;

redacted audio: asher/babe, rated teen, 1.6k wordcount, hurt/comfort.

content warnings: mentions of a home invasion, burglary gone wrong.

“Ash, there’s- there’s someone here, in the house-”

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to build a home

“Ash, there’s- there’s someone here, in the house-”

Their voice cuts off abruptly, the dial tone loud and piercing in the sudden silence that’s fallen over the Shaw Security offices. It’s unnerving in a place that’s nearly always filled with sound - the easy murmur of conversation, the rustle of papers - but that’s the last thing on his mind as he stares at the dropped call.

That was...

Fingers shaking, he selects their contact, trying to reconnect the call - but a polite voice informs him that this number is not available at this time, and what the fuck, that doesn’t make any sense, they were just-

He stumbles forward, dropping his phone onto the desk as a hand grips his shoulder to stabilise him, and his senses fill with the heavy scent of a familiar cologne. David.

“My mate, they-” He can’t get the words out, a heat building behind his eyes, even as he feels his teeth grow sharp, and he looks over his shoulder, meeting the gaze of his best friend. Fuck. Fuck. “David, that was-”

He nods, a tightness in the line of his jaw, and he’s already wearing his jacket, keys in hand. “Milo,” he calls out, receiving a sharp noise of affirmation, the rest of the office flowing into motion as Milo rounds the corner.

He has his phone already in hand, and Ash can hear the soft voice of his mate on the line as he makes his way towards the back, towards his car – and it feels like an age since he’d parked it there this morning.

He turns back to face David, his throat tight, the wolf in his teeth as he takes another tight breath. “The wards. There wasn’t- I would have known if-”

“I know.” David’s holding him tightly, his dark eyes serious as he starts moving them both forward, guiding him gently but firmly towards the front. The cars. “We’ll take the jeep.”

Once they reach the parking lot, his grip shifts to his nape, the pressure grounding. Keeping him human, he realises after a moment - and the cars would be faster, even if his instincts are screaming at him to shift, to run and bite and tear apart whoever had hurt his mate-

“-Asher.” He doesn’t realise that the low growl filling the air around them is coming from him until David calls out his name, and shit. “We need you human. Just until we reach the building.”

He can’t speak, but he nods tightly, curling his fingers around his claws, the sharp points of them digging into his palms. He doesn’t even fight it when David climbs into the driver’s seat, taking the passenger side, his eyes on the road in front of them.

Babe. I’m coming.

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another-lost-mc · 1 year

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alpheratz has all sorts of creative ways to keep you warm.

pairing: alpheratz x afab!reader

content: nsfw. thigh riding, sugar daddy kink if you squint.

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Alpheratz held your hips with his large, calloused hands while you worked yourself against his thigh. You were straddling him in the armchair in his private chambers, his shirt unbuttoned and his thick cloak was still draped over his shoulders. He leaned forward and dragged his lips across your collarbones. The fireplace nearby crackled and it cast his room in shadows that danced along your bare skin. He chased the shapes greedily with his tongue.

He came to your room earlier in the evening and smiled when you linked your arm through his. You walked side by side quietly as he led you to town, guiding you towards the cozy restaurant where he booked your dinner reservation. There was a new seasonal menu and a small selection of exquisite wines available for the holidays. He watched with a satisfied smile as you savored your meal and allowed him to pour you a glass of the most expensive ice wine to compliment your dessert. He didn’t like acknowledging his prestigious family or their wealth, but the rich foods and high-quality clothing he preferred were luxuries he could easily afford. Tonight’s dinner with you was no exception.

You’ve been dating for a few months now and his generous nature still surprised you. In the early days of his courtship, your room gradually filled with the slow trickle of things he gave you. He brought you a new set of sheets and a fluffy duvet a few days after you complained off-handedly that the school’s standard linens felt scratchy to use. You saved up and gifted him a small bottle of cologne on his birthday, something with subtle woody nights and a hint of musk. He reciprocated by commissioning a local alchemist to prepare a complimentary fragrance for you. When you wore it, the scent lingered in his room and his clothes, teasing him with your presence long after you’d gone.

After you were both full of good food and sweet wine, you slipped your hands in your pockets to shield them from the chilly wind as you started the walk back to Contell. Alpheratz rested his hand on your shoulder to stop you before he slowly drew your hands from your pockets. He pulled something out of his pocket, and you let him slide a pair of soft leather gloves onto your hands. They were dyed a deep chocolate brown that matched the cloak he wore. You flexed your fingers inside your new gloves and blushed at the perfect fit, as though he had them made specially for you.

Knowing him, he probably did.

“Alph, I can’t possibly accept these. They’re too much.”

He held your hands gently and admired how lovely you looked wearing them. “Your hands were cold.”

You laughed. “There are other ways to warm up, you know.”

At the time, you imagined tucking your hands back into your pockets, or possibly linking your fingers through his. You didn't imagine the situation you find yourself in now, but you can't complain; your body blazed with the heat of his lips on your neck. He moaned when your gloved fingers dug into his shoulders for purchase, the fine gloves preventing you from scratching him with your nails. You whimpered when his slacks brushed your skin as you rubbed yourself harder against his thigh. Your arousal trickled down your thighs and slicked the skin between your legs; it made the glide so much better.

“I’m going to ruin your pants if we don’t stop,” you whined into the crook of his neck, maintaining a quick, jerky rhythm as you rode him.

“I want you to,” he groaned, moving his thigh to meet your desperate movements. You trembled in his arms and knew you were close.

“I want—I want—” Pitiful whimpers tumbled from your lips between breathy moans, and you quickened your pace as pleasure began to crest over you like a wave. The chair creaked beneath the force of your rocking but neither of you cared enough to stop; he could always buy another.

“Anything you want,” he promised as he nuzzled against your ear, kissing the delicate skin and tugging it gently between his teeth. “Take it all, it’s yours.”

You muffled your cries into the thick hood of his cloak when you came. He wrapped his arms around you and held you steady when you collapsed against his chest in a sweaty, sated heap. He stroked your back and peppered your bare shoulder with featherlight kisses, murmuring praise for you all the while.

You didn’t have to look to know there was a large wet spot on his thigh from your slick. His cock was hard and needy between his legs; it pressed against your belly and stoked the embers of desire inside you every time it twitched. When you leaned in for a kiss, he obliged happily. He nipped at your lips and coaxed your tongue to twirl with his as he tasted your mouth and smiled at the taste of sweet fruity wine that lingered on your lips. You broke the kiss to gasp for air and you couldn't help but wonder what he saw when he looked at you: something made his gaze sinful, hungrier than you've ever seen him before.

After a few moments, he sat up straight in his chair and held your hands so you could slide off his lap without falling. “I want to watch you touch yourself,” he said thickly, raising your gloved hands to his mouth and kissing the buttery-soft leather that covered your fingers.

Was that all he wanted?

You were surprised by the request, but his words were laced with heat and it made you tremble with excitement. You wouldn't giving him a little performance if that’s what he wanted tonight. You walked backwards until the back of your thighs hit the mattress. Your clothes—or what was left of them—came off easily and dropped to your feet.

Once you were bare to his greedy gaze, you started to take your gloves off next. He leaned forward suddenly with his hand raised to stop you before you could pull the first glove off.

“Wait,” he said breathlessly. He was staring at your hands and his lips curled into a mischievous smile. “Keep them on.”

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brightgnosis · 3 months

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You can easily create blends for aromatic purposes and therapeutic actions to fit all your needs [...] Consider the following questions before you get started [...]

What’s the purpose? Defining your goal will help you select a method to create your blend. If you want a perfume or cologne, basing your blend on aroma is the best route. If you are looking to soothe sore muscles, blending based on therapeutic action is a better option.

Who will use it? The answer to this question will determine the essential oils that are safe to use and their proper dilution ratios.

Are there any safety concerns? Consider the age and health concerns of the person who will be using the blend. It’s also important to consider possible interactions with medications and the risk of phototoxicity.

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Secret Santa

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At first glance, it was perhaps underwhelming, even for this excessively popular event that is Secret Santa.

There was no wrapping. No box. Not even a proper card. It was an envelope; with nothing else but a single note inside of it.

23/12/2022 - 15:45 - Flight Deck

Instruction. Simple with little explanation. It could be anything. A surprise party with balloons, a getaway trip, a car ride to a spa retreat...Or it could be a prank.

Shall the man decides to follow the instruction, he will find a group waiting for him by the entrance of the flight deck.

"Please come this way," A man with glasses would greet and guide him to a rack filled with clothes. "You must dress into something more appropriate. You will not need to wear your Haus attire." It was nothing exaggerating. In fact, the selections of clothing are simple and comfortable, mostly jumpers, long sleeves, hoodies and tracksuit bottoms. While these items might not be eye-catching, the quality was undoubtedly good, all sourced from high-end designer brands.

A woman came up to him with a trap lines with bottles, offered him to try out a selection of cologne. She explained every each of them and offered suggestion, clearly an expert.

"It's almost time. Please, head outside and enjoy your time, sir."

At 16:00 in exact, a private jet majestically landed on the flight deck. The entire crew lined up in front of the aircraft to greet the man, introduce themselves and welcome the man onboard with a glass of champagne.

"You have six hours." The captain informed him, "Until then, this jet will circle around this area."

The interior design of the jet was modern, split into several sections, including a lounge, a dining area and rooms. The entire space was filled with festivities. Garlands, wreaths and swags. There was even a Christmas tree at the corner, decorated with ornaments that were perhaps...familiar to the man.

Standing next to the Christmas tree, a woman who shared similar features to the man smiled warmly at him. Her eyes shimmered, filled with joy and pride for the man before her.

"Feliz navidad...Mateo."

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Chapter 2a: Two uncommon strangers.

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—Ready for physics?— Sunghoon tried to start a conversation, opting to ignore the way your eyes threatened to close; he knew that you would get mad at him for pointing it out or nagging about your messed up sleep schedule, and the least he wanted was to worsen your morning mood.

—Is that even a question?—. You eyed him up and down with a frown when he reached out to grab your bag, you were well aware of how much he cared about you, but there was no need for him to pity you to this extent, it only made you feel pathetic —Of course not, I don’t think anyone but Lily is ready for today— you said, glancing at your pink-haired friend who just nodded.

—Still…— he gestured for everyone to start walking —Don’t lose hope just yet, you barely arrived and the day is still young— he had a point, but mornings had always put you in a gloomy mood that you had not yet learned how to control —Who knows? Something completely life-changing could happen at any moment of the day—.

—How do you even manage to be so positive this early?—.

—Someone has to do it, this place would fall apart if all of us were as pessimistic as you—.

—Are you implying that I’m the problem?—.

Sunghoon shook his head, not quite believing his ears —No! All I’m trying to say is that no matter how sad you are, I’ll find a way to cheer you up because that’s what friends do…— he looked at you, almost bumping into a few people in the process. His motivational speech was cut short, as your group arrived at the classroom; he could clearly tell Gaeul was making fun of him inside her head just from the way she looked at him from behind your back, but it was not important anymore, physics was at the top of everyone’s worries right now.

Guided by Lily, who always wanted to take the front seats, you and your friends started occupying the usual chairs, but just as you were about to sit beside Sunghoon, a boy you had never seen before placed his bag on the desk and sat beside him without even looking at you.

You blinked a few times to process what had just happened, opting to sit between this unfamiliar person and Gaeul. You noticed how there was another student sitting beside Sunghoon on the opposite side and sparing glances at him as if the two guys were caging him.

—Good morning, class— the teacher spoke, immediately making all chatter come to a halt —I have graded the tests from last week— ah, yes, the words no one wanted to hear; except Lily, of course —And also, two students have transferred recently, Jay Park and Jake Sim— the strangers who were sitting beside your friend raised their hands when their respective names were called —Let’s make them feel welcome, okay?—.

A murmur of unanimous agreement was heard, but you could tell something smelled fishy, and it was surely not the teacher’s cologne this time. You looked at Gaeul and Lily, who were coincidentally staring back at you as if you had an explanation; the younger girl had an unusually tense posture, holding so tightly onto her pen that you feared it would break in two any second now. As for the black-haired girl, she was just plain confused like you and poor Sunghoon, who glanced at you as if asking for an emergency rescue; you could not blame him, you would have freaked out too if two strangers had suddenly cornered you and were not-so-discretely analyzing you.

There was something unsettling about the way those two guys shared smirks and quick glances, it almost seemed like they were having a mental conversation. Suddenly, the guy named Jake, who was sitting beside you, turned his head in your direction and raised an eyebrow in a questioning manner —Is there something wrong with my hair?—. Was he calling you out for staring? How did he even notice? Were you being too obvious? Well, most likely, since you had not taken your eyes off them since class started.

—Sorry!— you decided it was not time to act like the suspicious one, and opted to play dumb —It’s just that we don’t usually see new students around here, so I was surprised…— you had no idea whether it would be too soon to try to get close to them, but something about those strangers was attracting you to their orbit like a magnet. —I’m Y/N, by the way—.

—Jake, well, you already know that— both of you exchanged fake laughs out of politeness, the air was so dense it almost felt like you were about to see the awful results of an important physics test… wait a minute.

—You did well, miss, but I know you can do better— the teacher spoke, interrupting the conversation and placing your test on the desk. Well, at least you passed, Sunghoon would have been so proud of your positive thinking.

And speaking of Sunghoon, who would have known that, indeed, something completely life-changing could happen on a random Wednesday morning? Lily had not spared a single glance at her test, she was still holding onto her pen for dear life and something about her strange behavior was ringing alarms in your head because you trusted her intuition more than anything, and if her entire body language was telling you that something was super wrong about those two boys, then who were you to ignore the warning?

But at the same time, deep inside you knew that trying to avoid them would not lead you anywhere, you had to take the risk —Hey, Jake, and Jay too— you called, trying to ignore the fact that both guys were fighting back smiles as if they knew the conversation would turn in this direction anytime soon —Mind if we have lunch together?—.

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Garden of Tulips (Levi/Reader) Tea Time #9

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“What did it look like?”

“Hmm?” Levi looked up from his place next to your sleeping form.

“The titan that tried to snack on my darling granddaughter.”

“Ugly as fuck.”

“Aren’t they all?”

Levi recounts memories of the reader and their shared life together while she recovers from a serious injury.

!!WARNINGS!! - Violence, gore, smut, wholesome content ;)

Small Talk

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“You’re sitting with me.” Petra proclaimed as she hooked her arm into yours. You beamed at your cousin, as any time spent with her was precious to you. You hadn’t regularly seen each other since she was a teenager, as her frequent visits turned into sporadic presences at family gatherings once she joined the corps.

“Oh walls, I’m so glad you were selected too.” You sighed in relief as Petra led you through the lobby of the courthouse. You had been drafted for jury duty for an insubordination case. And of all days it had to be on your day off. The least your higher ups could have done is let you miss your early 3DM training tomorrow. You had looked like a headless chicken wandering through the lobby-as none of the other cadets present were familiar faces-until Petra had found you and guided you towards the courtroom with seasonal expertise.

“Sadly we both are going to be forced to sit here for the next few hours.” Petra sighed as she led you through an empty row of the polished wooden bleachers. You scooched your way to the end of your row and settled into your seat. The room smelled overwhelmingly of varnish and cologne.

Petra had garnered a chuckle out of you with her latest story about her squad’s drunken antics when a figure sat down on the other side of your cousin. She turned from you to see who it was and sent him a sweet smile.

“You were summoned too, Levi? Lucky you.” She chirped in greeting. “So was Y/N.”

“Unfortunately. I’m filling in for Hange.” He answered evenly, nodding towards you in acknowledgement. You nodded back awkwardly. You hadn't talked with him properly since the tea incident and the prospect of coming up with something decent to say was stressing you out more than the court case.

“You’ll now see that the military isn’t as glamorous as it’s made out to be.” Petra turned to you with a playful sarcasm and a gentle pat to your thigh. “Right Captain?”

You sent her a half smile as your eyes nervously wandered beyond her lap to your superior officer. He hummed in agreement, his gaze falling to a newly arrived Olou who was stopped by a military police officer at one of the glazed doors.

“We’re living a desirable life between office work and getting eaten.” He replied dryly. You would have laughed like Petra did if you weren’t drowning in intimidation.

You wish you weren't so set on having him like you. It would have made your seat more comfortable and your muscles less stiff.

“Ugh, what’s his problem?” Petra grumbled as Olou mimed help in your direction. She rolled her eyes and rose to stand, squeezing past Levi’s knees and begrudgingly walking towards her struggling squad mate.

You felt like a kid being left with their new nanny. He didn’t initiate conversation; his gaze was fixed on the people mulling about the room, one leg over the other in reserved recline. He let the silence simmer into a well braised roast while you were afraid of letting it get overcooked. You were itching to find something to say to him.

“How many of these have you had to come to?” You asked. The silver of Levi’s irises flicked to you.

“Enough to know they mostly end the same.”

“Anything I should know? They kinda just threw me in blind.” You could hear the forced cheerfulness in your voice and you mentally cringed.

“Just don’t fall asleep.” He responded, looking away from you once again. You nodded into the incoming absence of active conversation.

“Are you still liking the Foxcatcher tea?” You posed another question to hopefully break the ice that was definitely very one sided on your part.

“My tastes don’t change that rapidly.” He stated, as if that was the natural response to your query. He added a so yes after a pause. You smiled smally, thankful that at least he still drank what you gifted him.

You fiddled with your fingers in your lap as you scanned the gradually filling room. Your eyes ended on Petra looking up at Olou, her features stern as he fumbled through paperwork.

“So…” You began with an inhale. Levi inhaled as well, mentally bracing himself for more small talk. While he didn’t hate talking, he did find trivial small talk annoying at times.

“Why are you and…Oowoo?” You guessed, finding that particular member’s name hard to remember. You nodded to the man in question.

“Olou.” Levi corrected, curiosity written on his face at where you were going to take that question.

“Yeah him. Why are you guys always twinning?” You spoke into the stiff empty space between the two of you.

The way the raven haired man visibly exuded offence gave you chills.

“We aren’t.” He scoffed at your harmless accusation. You pursed your lips at his swift and curt reply. He must have sensed you were going to ask something random again because he cut you off before you could even speak.

“Look, if you��re going to keep rambling, save it for a later time.” He said under steely eyes. His tone was impassive and held no severity to it, but it shut you right up. His bluntness cut right through your friendly exterior and caused you to sink back into your seat.

At least you tried.

Mother

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“Will you tell me about your mother?” Levi’s request was just as soft against your skin as the sheets you bundled yourself in. You appreciated the plush lining of his question as opposed to his common brashness. You hadn’t been together that long, but with your affections growing deeper by the day, you felt like it was time to open up. For if you couldn’t, you couldn’t expect him to in return.

You released your face from its cradle of pillows and towards the man entangled against you. You almost didn't want to puncture the dreamy veil that held you two under the stillness of a midday nap (That took a lot of convincing). You almost couldn't bring yourself to dampen the sweet way Levi's pearly cheeks peeked out from the covers and how his gaze gave you not only his undivided attention, but his entire being.

“Do you want the short or long story?” You asked, propping yourself up on your elbow in preparation.

“Long.” Levi said without a doubt in his mind. His hand fell to the curve of your waist, thumb running along the fabric there. You stared into each other’s eyes for a moment, giving you gentle confidence to inhale.

“As you know, my father died when I was 10.” You began.

“He was a lawyer whose cases were mostly dealing with elites, their scandals, their embezzlements and their tightly sealed crimes. When he was in the process of working against a government official in a particularly taboo case…he was killed by organized crime. His death wasn’t the accident it was made out to be in Mitras. Oma has made sure I’ve always been aware of that.”

You had closure with your father. While it was unbearably hard to navigate life without him, at least you knew some aspects of what had happened. With your mother it was completely different.

“His death was obviously detrimental to my family. We all dealt with it in different ways. Oma overworked herself and became more active in military events. She decided if there was anything she could do, even minorly, to challenge the corruption that took her son from her…she would.”

You recalled how Oma would come in every evening from the fields, her body hunched as it tried to cope with her strenuous work. She would serve you hot cocoa with fingertips bloodied from reopened and overstimulated scabs. She would kiss your forehead with lips worn from biting back tears and holding in her grief.

“I think I tried to disassociate myself from it. I left school for months and bounced from childish distraction to distraction. But mom-” You swallowed as you dipped your toes in a particularly lonely part of your life. “I watched as she slowly deteriorated.”

Coming from a relatively well-off family, your mother didn’t have a job to worry about neglecting as she sank into her sadness. The two of you grieved together, her abundant embraces never fading as her mind drifted elsewhere. Her honeyed disposition never souring, just developing a glassy tanginess that you couldn’t quite comprehend.

“She was always affectionate but she became even more so after his death. But it wasn’t her usual affections, she grew clingy in almost a paranoid way. Which I didn’t mind, I needed her at that time and she was always there. That was until she started leaving for Mitras.”

“She would go and be gone for days at a time, leaving me with Oma and Felicia. She would always come back from these trips , apologizing profusely to me for being gone and showering me with expensive gifts. When Oma pressed her for the reason for her disappearances she’d always say she was meeting connections, seeing friends.”

“Her trips got longer as time went on, and I got more confused as to why she kept leaving us. Oma was quick to dispel any thought that I had somehow pushed her away despite our apparent closeness.”

Levi watched intently as your eyes glazed over with re-opened emotion. His hand rubbed delicate strokes along the expanse of your arm.

“Oma would invite Jean or Petra to spend a week at a time at our house to keep me happy.” You smiled sadly at the bittersweet memories.

“One night, I woke up to a heated argument between mom and Oma. I listened from the porch as they screamed at each other in the front yard. Apparently mom had confessed to Oma where she had been going this entire time and what her plan was that night.”

“Turns out during all of those trips to Mitras she had been inducted into the Church of the Walls. While mom thought she was receiving salvation, they were just sapping what was left of her sanity and capitalizing on her grief. She would stay at the monastery for weeks at a time, only coming home to see me and collect bits of her savings.”

“Being a widow, she inherited my parents’ shared wealth. She gave it all to the church to-” You dryly scoffed, a stark contrast to your wet eyes. “What I can only guess is to fund their shady dealings and political agendas.”

Levi continued to listen intently. His gaze was unwavering, yet his fingers threaded through yours when he felt them fidgeting.

“When she would hold me at night, right before bed, she would talk to me about the church. She phrased it in a way that made them sound so idealized, so far away from regular society it almost seemed too good to be true. So, being a kid, I just passed it off as strange bedtime stories. Little did I know she was in so deep.”

“Apparently the argument that night had been sparked by my mom trying to convince Oma to bring me and come with her to live at the monastery. Oma called her reasoning cult nonsense and immediately refused, unsurprisingly. When mom noticed me standing there…she tried to physically take me to the carriage she had already prepared.”

“She’s my baby, not yours! I know what’s best for her!” Your mother cried, roughly bringing you into her feverish embrace. A concoction of anger and hurt knotted along Oma’s brow.

“Mina, you’re not thinking clearly and you haven’t been for a long time. It’s unfair to take her away from her life here. You’re not even giving her a choice!” Oma’s voice started out evenly, but she lost her composure when she locked eyes with your terrified expression.

Levi sensed you were trying to hold out on crying by the way your lip quivered and the way your gaze brushed past him, fixing on the sun rays filtering through the partially drawn curtain. Your scream echoed through your memory as you saw yourself roughly passed between your grandmother and mother as Oma swiftly attempted to yank you from your mother’s grasp. Your mother’s wet tears against your cheek and her crazed, grappling hands were the last fleeting touches she parted on you.

Oma cradled you to her chest, your tear-streaked form too confused to fight back, as she tried to talk your mother down. She couldn’t bear the thought of you losing two parents at once, but she wasn’t about to blindly let you go. Your life was here, not locked away in the interior.

“Oma finally grabbed me and my mother eventually gave up. I remember mom looking so…hurt. Like we were the ones abandoning her, not the other way around. Oma tried reasoning with her, but it didn’t work. She had already made up her mind.”

Oma held onto you like her life depended on it as your mother threw a fit, crying into the night air and then driving away.

“Have you seen her since?” Levi spoke up, his thumb coming to caress the wetness that pooled at the rims of your eyes.

“A couple times at galas where the church was present. The first time-I think I was 13-she again tried to convince me to come live with her, which ended in Oma finding me crying in the palace garden for the rest of the night.” You sniffled, gratefully leaning into Levi’s affectionate touch. “The other times were only from across the room.”

“Oma did her best to steer her away from the path she took, but eventually she gave up trying-I don’t blame her. There’s a lot of questions I’ve never gotten answers for, and I probably never will. I’ve come to terms with that.”

Levi hummed in acknowledgement. When your gaze met his finally, your lip quivered with the utter care that rested on his features. Wordlessly, he gingerly guided your body back down to the bed. He gathered you into his arms, his fingers gliding through your hair and scratching lightly at your scalp.

“Thank you for telling me.” His velvety tone vibrated through your limbs and warmed your chest. “You must have felt so…discarded.”

Your eyes squeezed shut at his statement and you choked out a sob. The silly self consciousness that can come with vulnerability washed over you as Levi’s loving presence worked to replace the band-aid you had just ripped off. You reached your arms around his neck and latched onto his comfort.

“I feel like it shouldn’t bother me anymore, though, you know? It’s been years.” You sighed. Levi hummed again as his hand transitioned from your hair to your back. His palm painted invisible circles along the canvas of your back.

"The past has an annoying tendency to stick around. Just because it happened so long ago doesn't mean its still not upsetting.” He spoke into your hair. "She's missing out on the wonderful woman you've become."

Your heart clenched at Levi's sincere compliment, a rare moment of decadent emotional intimacy. You hugged him tighter, your next words spoken straight into Levi's chest and sending his pulse racing.

"Thank you, Levi. I love you."

He slowly shifted his weight so that you were now lying atop of him; your thigh between his, stomach flush with his own, and his hands tenderly cupping your cheeks. The sweetness of his milky skin on yours forced you to look into the adoration in his eyes.

"I love you too." He whispered in such a way that it made you never want to leave this bed. "Now, sleep. We still have some of our nap time left."

Levi vowed to lessen that weight, and any other you picked up in the future, in any way he could.

This is Not an Art Class

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Another yawn lazily contorted your features as Erwin’s monotone, yet dangerously soothing voice continued to speak on. It’s one thing to listen to historical titan battle tactics for an hour, but three ? Your brain was starting to churn into butter with all the information being thrown at you. Your gaze floated from the chalkboard, to your fresh-faced fellow cadets in the front row, to the two senior officers sitting on the sidelines. Levi and Mike sat with their arms crossed over their chest, casually listening to their commander. You wondered if they were just as bored as you were.

You felt a poke at your elbow and you looked over to your neighbor. Jean slid you a folded piece of paper while giving you a sly side eye. You glared at him with a mixture of amusement and suspicion. After your fingers had quietly unfolded the crinkled paper, your face shriveled up to stifle the sudden burst of laughter that overcame you. Good thing you were sitting near the back, or you would have definitely caught your seniors’ attention. You glanced back up to Jean only to see two other heads looking your way. Sasha and Connie had stupidly proud grins on their faces as they silently urged you to look at the paper once more.

On the desk in front of you lay a drawing of Captain Levi, his features labeled by each artist that had added them. Connie had laid down the bare bones of the masterpiece; an upside down triangle with stick arms and legs and topped off with angry eyes. Sasha had artistically added a detailed replica of his haircut along with his uniform, paying extra attention to his signature cravat. Jean had crudely placed a mop in one of his hands and a blade in the other. His final touch was his tongue sticking out to match his peeved peepers.

There was only one thing left to add, really.

As you took hold of your pencil, three pairs of eyes eagerly watched your strokes. It took everything in them to not disturb everyone’s learning environment. Now the little vicious man had thick thighs to physically support his rigorous cleaning habits and vicious attitude. Having felt minorly rejuvenated by your little harmless drawing, you slipped it into your pocket as the class was finally nearing its end.

Was it immature? Sure.

Was it damn funny? Absolutely.

Once Erwin had finally gotten his fill of teaching, you eagerly gathered your belongings and left your seat.

“If we had to sit there any longer, I think I would have expired.” You breathed a sigh of relief as you exited the lecture hall. Jean was eager on your heels, stopping in the middle of the hall to give his limbs a languid stretch.

“I’m losing feeling in my ass.” He complained. You huffed and looked at his backside.

“There’s nothing there to lose.” You commented with a sly smile.

“Oh, fuck off. Let’s go get lunch before training.” He groaned, smirking when he easily put you into a playful chokehold. Just as you were about to wiggle from his grip, a call made you and Jean seize up.

“Vogel, Kirsctein.” Levi’s icy tone sent frosty tendrils up your bodies.

You both comically swiveled to meet your accuser; Jean’s elbow still at your neck and your hands on his arm. The captain had his hand held up, your drawing unfolded and held in his grasp.

Well…we’re absolutely fucked.

You gaped like a goldfish, struggling to find any explanation to justify your clearly identifiable portrait. Above you, Jean was visibly sweating.

“Morning cleaning duty for the next week for acting like elementary schoolers. To clarify, morning for me is 6:00 am.” He commanded, flicking his spitting image into the closest trash can.

“Bring your accomplices with you as well.” He added without sparing the two of you another glance as he turned the corner of the hall.

Sasha and Connie waltzed out moments later, almost bumping into the two deflated bodies clogging up the hallway.

“What’d we miss?” Sasha asked when you and Jean audibly groaned in sync.

Sticky, Sweet, Summertime

A glimpse into the future: In which the gangs take a well deserved break at the beginning of the age of industrialization (during the 4 year time skip).

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It was so painfully hot.

The kind of hot that if you sat yourself down under the sun too long you would feel your brain melting into a continuous stream of sweat.

That’s why your breath was incredibly humid against your hand as you stifled an unexpectedly loud moan when Levi’s palm dipped underneath the fabric of your exercise shorts. The little drunken demon had separated you from the rest of your friends as you trudged through the forest. Waiting for you on the other side of that tree line was a small lake you all frequented and the promise of cool water against your clammy skin.

The bark of the tree dug into your palm as Levi squeezed the plushness of your hip and peppered lazy open mouth kisses on your shoulder blade. When intoxicated, Levi was a touch starved man. And that was only amplified when he was alone with you and could throw away any restraint for public decency.

“Le-vi…we’re going to miss the game.” You mewled as his nimble fingers drifted dangerously close to your core. You were both drowning in the dizzying afterglow of copious amounts of alcohol.

Your whole group was extremely plastered after celebrating a good work week on the railroad. You decided to spend the blistering afternoon drinking yourselves into oblivion as you all hadn’t had a chance to catch a break recently. Every day brought a new sucker punch of culture shock and information overload about the outside world that Yelena and Onyankapon fed you. Your sheltered existence waned with each new track you laid. I mean, fuck, this morning you had found out that lions weren’t extinct and in fact still existed beyond the pages of your fairytales.

“You’re…” Levi let out an unfiltered, lewd moan, half from the pleasant grogginess and half from the way your backside softly grinded against him. “Being unfair.”

Your scoff morphed into a squeal of pleasure as Levi’s fingers reached their target destination. You were quickly overheating from the combined sweat trapped between your shirt, your back, and his chest, his sloppily sensual movements, and the weightlessness in your head.

“I’m being unfair? You’re the one who started this!” You gasped, gathering your self control and running your grip along his arm to remove his hand from your pants. You swiveled so your back was now pressed into the tree. The sight before you was truly intoxicating, no pun intended.

Sweat clung to Levi’s exposed skin and stuck to his defined musculature beneath his tank top. His gaze was dazed and hungry in a way that both resembled satisfaction and absolute craving. Your breasts were heaving with exasperation, the outline of your bra visible through the thin, moist fabric. Levi’s gaze was a magnet to them as you tried to scold him.

“You were stripping.” He said matter-of-factly, the simple action of exposing any semblance of your heated skin pushing him over the edge of public decency. You, had in fact, stripped for a bit to remove the slick layer of cloth from your torso as you basked in the bath of your liquor and the afternoon sun.

His fingers were wet from your wetness as they snaked up your torso. You took his wandering hands in yours before they could reach your chest. His lashes fluttered upward in a scowl when you intertwined your fingers with his and spun. The action caught him by surprise and in his alcoholic disorientation you successfully pinned him to the tree.

With liquid courage still brewing within you, you boldly raised your connected arms above your heads. He swallowed any complaint he could have uttered when your knee slithered its way between his thighs, adding pressure to the growing tightness of his trousers. You leaned in, your lips mere centimeters from his.

“A little sexual tension won’t hurt.” You purred into his ragged puffs of breath. Your lips dipped down, much to his disappointment, to bestow his jawline with a languid and tender kiss. You pulled away with a devilish smile at his obvious frustration.

“And you call me the evil one.” Levi exhaled steamy wisps of annoyance. You giggled, blood rushing to your head as your knees caressed the pine needles of the forest floor.

“Not evil enough to realize I can’t let you go back to everyone like this.” Your tongue ran over the expanse of your parted lips as you palmed his crotch. “But you owe me for making us late.”

Levi uttered an of course, as his eyes fluttered shut in pleasure.

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Thankfully, everyone wasn’t sober enough to care about your minor absence as you and Levi emerged out of the tree line. Jean, Eren, and Sasha were already swimming about the lake. Armin was wobblily running after Connie who was cackling, holding a poor turtle above his head that he had plucked from a piece of driftwood along the shore. Hange was seated next to Mikasa at the nearest picnic table and was saying something to make the girl question her commander's sanity as she politely listened on.

“Ah, the lovebirds finally decided to join us.” Hange called from her spot sprawled out on the wood with a wry smile. “Hope everything was at most PG-13 because I’m going to have to touch you Levi.”

She turned to acknowledge your hastily smoothed hair and Levi’s splayed hand at the small of your back. The two of you swayed into each other before accompanying your friends at the table. The modest lake was a public space, though you were thankful that no strangers were seated among the few tables and benches to witness your group’s antics.

“Unfortunately.” He grumbled, mimicking Hange’s position next to her, gratefully leaning back into the shade the overhanging trees provided. Mikasa, perched on the table itself, asked sweetly if you wanted your hair braided a bit to be pulled from your face. You gratefully accepted and she began her work.

Hange was eyeing Levi’s ear with mischief as his pupils kissed the inside of his eyelids. She puffed her cheeks to keep herself from letting out a self indulged laugh as she wet her finger in her mouth and inched it slowly towards him. With the slivers of palpable concentration she had left, she slipped it right in. To her delight, she immediately garnered a gravelly yelp from the man.

“You have some nerve touching me with that filthy finger.” Levi seethed in friendly annoyance. His palm engulfed her face, with enough intentional softness to not totally knock her off the table, he roughly pushed her away from him. He was left wallowing in disgust, using his shirt to wipe away the wet willy while Hange and you erupted into a fit of laughter.

As you relished in Mikasa’s delicate tugs, your shin brushed against glass, causing the empty bottle to fall into the plush grass. You averted your eyes from the water down to the ground; vessels depleted of carefree energy were littered about your feet. You realized just how much your friends had continued to drink during your forest excursion.

Earlier at HQ, not even your more reserved friends had been safe from the ever flowing river of intoxication you and Hange had spearheaded. The idiot trio and Eren had unsurprisingly kickstarted the session hard. What did surprise you, though, was how heavily Levi went in as he usually took his time with alcohol. Mikasa and Armin paced themselves well, although Mikasa was able to consume more alcohol at once than her blonde best friend. A few hours in though, Armin was giggling like a lovestruck squirrel and Mikasa was poking her muscles in nonsensical confusion.

Hange and you were on the same wavelength; within three shots you were dancing on each other to Connie’s horrible rendition of a popular song and Sasha’s accompanying violin imitation. Soon Jean joined in, making you the meat of a gyrating sandwich. You tried to get Levi to join, only be dodged swiftly as he poured himself another drink. Your final victim, Armin, screeched in feigned terror as the three of you wiggled over him.

You had been extremely butthurt that you had lost an arm wrestling match to Eren, only to cackle when Mikasa easily beat him in your stead.

You just wouldn’t give up in a silly heated argument with Armin. He had to grip your shoulders and hold in his garbled laughs as you got worked up over your firm belief that the famed Marleyan iron horses must have little animals running around in their gears to power them.

Levi was alarmingly skilled at beer pong, which was bad news for his opponent, Armin, who was alarmingly bad.

Sasha had boldly taken a body shot off of Jean. And then Connie. And then you. Once you had gotten Levi loose enough to lose his some of his inhibitions you had managed to get him to do one off of you too. The openly sensual experience was one that wouldn’t leave the forefront of your mind for awhile, you reckoned.

You couldn’t have asked for a better day.

Not wanting to fall down from the foggy high you were on, your hand gravitated to one of the half full bottles on the table. As your fingers encircled it, you felt the warmth of another hand. Slowly craning your neck as to not disturb Mikasa, Levi met your eyes with a lazy smile.

“Only a few more sips.” He knowingly instructed, the grays of his eyes sparkling under the sunspots that filtered through the shade. “Promise me.”

You blew a raspberry in his direction but agreed, knowing you wouldn’t be able to handle much more. The way he was propped up on his elbows, his muscles devoid of their usual chronic tension, made you want to drink him instead. Yet you settled for the potent liquid and took a hearty swig as Hange rattled off the teams she had established earlier.

In the early hours of your drinking, Hange had thoughtfully, skillfully, and strategically designated the teams for your game of chicken fight. She argued she was the only one truly fit for such a task. She was commander now after all.

Her designations were as followed:

Jean and Connie, Eren and Mikasa, you and Sasha, and herself and Levi.

Armin was going to tag team with Eren and Mikasa, however, the poor boy designated himself as the referee and score keeper once you all had reached the lake knowing he would puke all over the nearest person if he was forced to roll around in the water.

Once Mikasa had finished putting your hair up, you thanked her and raised yourself from the table and walked into the grass.

“Ready to kick some ass, Y/N?!” Sasha's holler followed a loud splashing as she bolted towards you. She grabbed your torso and haphazardly spun you around happily, the secondhand coolness from her swim feeling heavenly against your form.

“Hell yeah!” You laughed into her soaked cheek, clinging onto her shoulders for dear life. Once you had been returned to the ground you became acutely aware of that you were one of the only ones still fully clothed.

Sasha, Jean, and Eren were already as bare as common decency would allow. Eren’s growing locks were slick against his neck, droplets falling from the ends of chocolate tresses onto his tanned back. Jean’s shorts clung low on his hips where the lake water tried to drag him back into its refreshing embrace as he waded into the shallows. Sasha was clad in shorts and a sports bra which showcased her lightly freckled arms toned from years of archery.

“Fuck you, I’ve got the tallest bitch.” Connie slandered your team, coughing like he punctured a lung after exercising with his reptilian friend. In a split second, his shirt was discarded and dramatically kicked two feet away. Jean sent him a confident smirk as his teammate waded into the water next to him.

“Yeah but, Jean, you’ll have a gnome on your shoulders.” Eren jested, his eyes wandering from the two boys to Mikasa, her shirt halfway above her head as she discarded it. His dilated pupils lingered on her defined torso for a moment before averting his gaze back to the rest of you nonchalantly.

Disliking the way your own shirt was glued to the expanse of your back, you untangled yourself from Sasha and pulled it off. The damp top hit the picnic table with purpose as your now exposed skin screamed in happiness at its absence. The air hung thick with the planty humidity and if it had just been you and Levi you would have eagerly opted for no clothing at all.

Hange had her arm draped lazily over Levi’s shoulders, her white blouse casually unbuttoned down her chest as the fabric billowed weightlessly on the breeze. Levi stood under her weight as she excitedly began reminding everyone of the rules. You caught the hunger that radiated off of him, still not satisfied from your quick dip in bliss, as he watched your fingers adjust your clothing so you were comfortable for the competition.

The sickeningly innocent smile you threw at him was engulfed by a hard swallow when he removed Hange’s limp arm. His fingers moved with intentional leisure and hooked under the hem of his tank top. The fabric rode up and up and up at the pace of a snail, tantalizingly slowly revealing more and more of his figure in your direction. The way the sweat collected across his shoulders and across the breadth of his abs made him almost glisten against the afternoon sun. While the weather made him feel uncomfortably sticky, his condition made you want to jump him and he knew it.

“Eyes up here.” He said lowly as he noticed you zoning out. Smugness tugged at the corners of his lips as your cheeks heated up against more than just sunburn.

“Alright; Jean and Connie vs Eren and Mikasa first!” Armin declared with a little hiccup. He pinched the cloth of his shirt to fan his chest as he joined you all at the shaded picnic table. You wrapped an arm over Sasha as you giddily awaited the commencement of the game.

The opening match wasn’t over as quickly as one would presume. Jean had an iron grip on Connie’s thighs despite the way the alcohol made him quiver like a timbering tree. This helped Connie’s slaps to Mikasa’s shoulders be somewhat effective. Despite her clouded state, her reflexes were still as sharp as ever, and after about a minute of flailing, she had punched Connie out of the stratosphere. He flew backwards and caused Jean to keel over, the two of them harmonizing their screams until they were submerged in the lake.

The shore erupted in a shared boisterous amusement that disturbed a few ducks brave enough to venture close to them.

“Second match: Levi and Hange ag-” Armin called, groaning when Eren approached him from behind and leaned all of his weight on the smaller boy. Eren snickered as Armin failed to shake him off. “Ugh-against Sasha and Y/N!”

Your toes sunk into the damp earth as you walked towards the water. You swung your arms limply as you rotated your torso in an attempt to stretch.

Two large stones and a patch of dandelions over, Hange had entered the lake and squatted down in front of Levi expectantly. Her determined gaze was transfixed in the distance as she sent her arms backwards ready to grasp her partner. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion when skin didn’t meet skin.

“Come on, short stacks.” She sang, bouncing her legs and subsequently her butt in his direction. He let out a long sigh.

“Why can’t you get on my shoulders?” He asked, swatting her groping hand away. Hange whipped her head around to see the ghosting of a pout he hid with as stern of a glare he could muster in this state.

“Becauseee , it makes more sense balance wise that the fun sized teammate goes on top.” She teased. Levi looked like he was about to power drill his heel right into her very unprotected ass as you took in their endearing interaction with fondness.

“Come on, Vivi, let someone else carry you for once!” You drawled. Your sweet simper momentarily erased any grumpiness in his system and fertilized his insides with blooming tulips.

“You’re like the icing on top of my cake. The misshapen head of my poorly made snowman. The bright, luminous light to my rusty streetlamp. The-” Hange proclaimed with theatrical love laced in her voice.

“Alright, alright I get it. You’re obsessed with me.” Levi grinned, resigning to loosen up more. The golden halo around your figure and the potency of the drink sinking his usual aloofness down to the lake bed.

“Isn’t everyone?” She retorted, gasping when her shoulder blades flexed against the pressure of his weight. When he was securely seated on her shoulders, she slowly straightened up, slapping his thighs in excitement. Levi wiggled in place to adjust himself and you had to swallow your giddy smile because…dare you said it…

He looked absolutely adorable with his hands resting on her head and the way his neck craned sideways in intoxicated laziness.

“Bitch number 2, come help me up.” You playfully commanded, realizing you still needed to hop on your teammate. The crisp water lapped at your thighs as you waded in. One stern hand was at your hip and the other pointed at the tallest boy in your group. Jean’s head lulled to the side as he reclined back on grassy elbows, relishing in the lack of weight from chaotic Connie.

“Why am I number 2?” He asked, sighing in resignation and sauntering over to you.

“Well-” You began, clearing your throat dramatically. “Levi is number one, for obvious reasons.”

You sent a wink towards the raven haired man, causing his eyes to crinkle in amusement.

“Jean, you’re 2 because we have history and I know all of your weaknesses from decades of skilled observation.” You smirked as he came to stand next to you. The lanky boy didn’t answer, instead opting to lean down and shake his wet hair all over you. You squeaked as droplets torpedoed into your eyes.

“You asshole !” You gasped, your words infinitely harsher than your upbeat tone. You dipped your hands into the water and sent a wave flying upward, giving him a taste of his own tepid medicine. His face morphed with an impish glaze as he counterattacked with much more force. Sasha was caught in the crossfire and she cried out in protest.

“Guys! We can splash each other to our heart’s content later . Right now we need to challenge authority!” She professed over the wall of water and limbs. Settling down, you took Jean’s hands in your own as Sasha bent down to accommodate you.

“Connie-” You began after your first wobbly attempt to get on her shoulders. You ended up crescent kicking right over her head. “You’re number 3 because you’re easily bribed.”

Sasha cackled as Connie let out a whiney hey . But he beamed nonetheless. Finally safely on her shoulders, Sasha held onto your thighs tightly as she lined up with your opponents.

“And that’s it. Sasha and Armin are too precious.” You cooed, smoothing stray hairs out of the brunette’s forehead. She hummed at your touch and Armin blushed from shore.

“Hange is my queen-” You locked eyes with her and bowed your head as evenly as you could muster. Hange laughed, taking her hand off of Levi’s leg to blow you an overly staged kiss.

“And Mika and Eren are too worthy of opponents to insult.” You saluted the two, Eren returning the gesture with a broad grin and Mikasa giving you a smile as gentle as the clovers that peppered the grass she sat upon.

“Ready to lose, ladies?” Hange confidently asked, the rich sienna of her eyes dancing with the bright speckles of daylight.

“Never! I’ve gone against plenty of your commands.” You quipped back, frivolously dividing Sasha’s hair into two makeshift reins.

“And where does that usually get you?” Levi almost purred with a sloppy grin, the grays of his eyes all but devoured by charcoal. His outward innuendo sent a wave of ooooooos through the audience and your partners. You narrowed your eyes, visually poking at his taunt as you tried to not let his forward comment cloud your judgement.

Back and forth you went, catching each other’s wrists and fiery looks that no lake water could douse. It was all going swimmingly until Levi’s palm hit your shoulder in such a way that it rotated your torso, throwing you off balance. Your thighs tightened instinctively around Sasha’s neck as your body anticipated your impending fall. She let out a croak as you held her in an accidental chokehold that brought her staggering down with you. The two of you pancaked into the water in a heap of limbs and shrieks.

Levi immediately dismounted Hange in a swiftly executed backwards slide once he saw the two of you emerge from the lake. Sasha whined in disappointment as Hange displayed her victory through intense flexes of her biceps.

You floated to the surface on your back, the cool liquid enveloping you in a divine protection from the clamminess of the air. You kept your eyes closed in bliss until you felt who you assumed was Levi touch your arm and gather you into his hold.

“Are you alrigh-” He started but was interrupted by your drunken dramatics. Your loud sigh drowned out the rest of his sentence.

“Ack! I have been mortally wounded by the love of my life~” You roared in despair; squinting your eyes as invisible tears rolled down your cheeks. Levi scoffed at your claim. With your eyes closed, you missed the mischievous glint in his eyes. You did, however, feel the playful bounce he gave you before dropping you back into the water.

“Y/N noooooo~” Connie cried, voice cracking in overly acted anguish.

“She was so young and full of life!” Sasha sobbed, egging your drama on.

You cracked one of your eyes open to peep at the man still hovering over you. The electricity that normally flowed between the two of you was charged with unequivocable happiness as your friends drunkenly jeered.

“I can’t believe we lost her this way.” Jean choked out, his fist coming to his mouth.

“The ultimate betrayal~” Eren booed, clasping his hands over his mouth for added effect.

“Perhaps…a passionate kiss…could…” You generated an overtly fake cough. “Could save me from the underworld…”

You puckered your lips expectantly and Levi couldn’t help the affection that creeped up his features at your cute antics.

“If you don’t try to save her, I’ll never forgive you shorty!” Hange screeched in distress, grabbing onto Armin and shaking his shoulders.

The way you regarded him dazed and blissed out and how the water delicately lapped at the swell of your breasts had him gravitating downwards. For he was always in your orbit, no matter if you were in the presence of others or under the influence.

His lips met yours in a cocktail of whiskey and ale that kickstarted your heart with the vigor you had held under the canopy earlier. Levi pulled away slowly, whisps of obsidian tickling your forehead as he wrapped his arms around you and lifted you from your so called watery grave. You would have willingly let the lake dissolve the two of you if Armin hadn’t declared the final match.

“Go annihilate those two in my honor.” You whispered, cradling his cheek and giving his parted lips a wet caress with your thumb. Your touch left a sweet smile in its wake that didn’t fade even after he reluctantly let you waddle back to shore.

Eren has incessantly asked Mikasa if he could be on her shoulders for this round. She happily agreed and regarded Levi with sly anticipation as they lined up for the last time.

“Come on old man.” Eren teased smugly, rolling his broad shoulders and assuming his ready position. “You’ve taught us a lot of what we know, but have you gotten stale yet?”

“Maybe my fist will slip and land where my boot did back then.” Levi countered darkly, his smirk betraying the presence of any malice.

You watched from under Jean’s arm as the two exchanged blows and balmy puffs of breathy laughter until a resounding splash revealed the winners. Hange stood shocked at how unexpectedly Levi had slipped from her shoulders, her hands hovering in the air where his legs had filled the space.

Eren was whooping about redeeming his dignity after all these years and beaming so feriously his cheeks looked ready to burst. Miksasa was caught in his elated aura, giggling as he picked her up into a crushing hug. When they separated, a lingering rosy dusting was left on both of their faces.

Levi regarded his loss with anything but bitterness as he pleasantly glided through the water. If this next chapter of his life was gilded with sloppy smiles, the freedom to submerge yourselves in nothing but each other’s presences and the simple relief of a swim on a hot afternoon-Levi thought he could finally, truly, look forward to living.

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ramsons-23 · 4 days

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What Is The Perfect Way To Use Perfume Samples?

Introduction

Welcome to the world of perfumery, where every scent tells a unique story! In this comprehensive guide, we'll delve into the art of using perfume samples to enhance your fragrance experience. From understanding the types of perfume samples to mastering application techniques, we've got you covered. Let's embark on a fragrant journey together!

Understanding Perfume Samples

What are Perfume Samples?

Perfume samples, also known as fragrance samples, are small vials or sachets containing a concentrated version of a perfume or cologne. These samples allow consumers to experience the fragrance before committing to a full-sized bottle.

Types of Perfume Samples

Synthetic vs. Natural Perfume Samples

Synthetic perfume samples are crafted using synthetic compounds to mimic natural scents, offering a wide range of affordable options. On the other hand, natural perfume samples use botanical extracts and essential oils for an authentic olfactory experience, albeit at a higher price point.

Importance of Using Perfume Samples

Advantages of Using Perfume Samples

Explore Diverse Scents:

Perfume samples let you explore a variety of scents without purchasing full bottles.

Cost-Effective:

Sampling allows you to test multiple fragrances economically before investing in a full-sized product.

Personalized Selection:

By sampling, you can identify scents that resonate with your unique preferences and personality.

How to Use Perfume Samples Correctly?

Application Techniques for Perfume Samples

To make the most of your perfume samples, follow these application techniques:

Skin Test:

Apply a small amount of the sample on your skin to assess how the fragrance interacts with your body chemistry.

Layering:

Experiment with layering multiple samples or combining them with your existing perfumes for a customized scent profile.

Dabbing vs. Spraying:

Depending on the sample type, choose between dabbing (for oils and solids) or spraying (for liquid samples) for optimal application.

Dos and Don'ts of Using Perfume Samples

Tips for Maximizing the Benefits of Perfume Samples

Dos:

Rotate Samples:

Use different samples on different days to fully experience each scent.

Observe Dry Down:

Allow the fragrance to settle and observe its evolution over time.

Store Properly:

Keep samples away from direct sunlight and extreme temperatures for longevity.

Don'ts:

Overapply:

Avoid using excessive amounts of perfume samples, as it can overwhelm the senses.

Rubbing:

Refrain from rubbing the fragrance into your skin, as it can alter the scent's composition.

Best Practices for Storing Perfume Samples

Proper Storage Methods for Perfume Samples

Cool, Dark Place:

Store samples in a cool, dark environment to preserve their fragrance integrity.

Air-Tight Containers:

Use air-tight containers or pouches to prevent evaporation and maintain freshness.

Avoid Humidity:

Keep samples away from humid areas, such as bathrooms, to prevent degradation.

Longevity of Perfume Samples

Factors Affecting the Longevity of Perfume Samples

The longevity of perfume samples depends on various factors, including:

Ingredients:

Natural ingredients tend to last longer than synthetic ones.

Concentration:

Higher concentrations, such as perfume oils, generally have greater longevity.

Storage Conditions:

Proper storage extends the shelf life of perfume samples.

Common Mistakes to Avoid

Pitfalls to Watch Out for When Using Perfume Samples

Ignoring Skin Chemistry:

Remember that fragrances can smell different on each person due to individual body chemistry.

Storing Incorrectly:

Improper storage can lead to fragrance degradation and altered scents.

Skipping Patch Tests:

Always perform a patch test to check for allergies or adverse reactions before widespread application.

Understanding Fragrance Families

Exploring Different Fragrance Families

Fragrances are categorized into several families, including:

Citrus:

Fresh and zesty scents derived from citrus fruits like lemon and bergamot.

Floral:

Romantic and feminine scents featuring floral notes like jasmine and rose.

Woody:

Warm and earthy scents with woody elements like sandalwood and cedar.

Oriental:

Exotic and spicy scents incorporating ingredients like vanilla and amber.

Choosing the Right Perfume Sample

Factors to Consider When Selecting Perfume Samples

Consider the following factors when choosing perfume samples:

Personal Preferences:

OTP for scents that align with your style, mood, and occasion.

Seasonal Variation:

Choose lighter, floral scents for spring and summer, and richer, woody scents for fall and winter.

Sample Sizes:

Prioritize samples that offer enough product for multiple uses to fully evaluate the fragrance.

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onehomeearth · 21 days

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Today and yesterday's dream!!

- today I saw in my dream that I was playing a game called where you have to select toys by putting a coin and that Is how I am making money. I was at the terrace, I left all the money at terrace and I came back home one of the person who was playing game with me the other day came to my mom and start doing huggy duggy that made me remember about the cash I left out there, so I ran outside of the house to collect the cash but then I forgot the car keys and I come back home to pick up the car keys but random kid locked the gates of the apartment and start shooting me. I started running here and there and this way I lost the direction back to the home. ( I don't remember what happened after that)

Yesterday's Dream ( I am naked and roaming out in residential area looking for shelter !! I find a face I've seen before and I came to her for shelter !; She was ironing clothes in the outskirts of that house, she took me in and offered me clothes !! She didn't greeted me well because I was naked and that was shameful for a person to be naked. The house is where Annie lived and her whole family! I was accepted in the house and guided my way through!! Annie's in laws specially her husband's brother offered me various paid Partnership where I could speak out in various fields of animal liberation and menstrual health!! Annie, I & her mother decided to hang out in a mall! We were sitting a car when I was my parents car finding ! I shoved myself inside a car in a hurry so they don't spot me and gasped for breath after that we reached mall and ate and we went to a perfume shop where we checking and smelling different cologne sprays!! After that I enquired about the rent to live in one of the room of her house which was space ! Annie mom told me it's already booked and the rent is 70000 which you can't afford it. !!!( I asked about where is annies father they told me he died in an accident ).

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gothamfragrancesblog · 24 days

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The Ultimate Guide to Perfumes & Colognes: Discovering Your Signature Scent

The journey into the world of perfumes and colognes is a voyage of sensory exploration, deeply personal and universally appreciated. These fragrant concoctions do more than just smell good; they are a form of personal expression, a way to convey moods, evoke memories, and even influence perceptions. Whether it’s the freshness of a spring morning or the warmth of a spicy winter evening, fragrances have the unique ability to transport us to moments and places, both real and imagined.

Historical Journey of Perfumes

Ancient Origins

The history of perfumes is as ancient as civilization itself, with the first recorded use of fragrances tracing back to the Mesopotamians and Egyptians. These early perfumes were not just for personal adornment but played a crucial role in religious rituals and were considered a luxury item indicative of high social status.

From Egypt to Europe: The Spread of Scent

The Greeks and Romans adopted and expanded the use of perfumes, incorporating them into public baths and celebrations. However, it was in the Arab world where distillation techniques were refined, leading to the development of more sophisticated fragrances. These techniques eventually made their way to Europe, particularly through Italy and France, which would become the heart of the modern perfume industry.

Understanding Fragrance Notes

Top Notes Explained

Top notes, or head notes, are your first impression of a fragrance. They are usually light, volatile scents like citrus and herbs, which evaporate quickly but are essential for that initial attraction to a perfume.

The Heart of Fragrance: Middle Notes

Middle notes, or heart notes, form the core of the fragrance. These are well-rounded, often floral or fruity, and emerge just before the top notes dissipate. They represent the main body of the perfume and last longer than the top notes.

Base Notes: The Lasting Impression

Base notes are the foundation of any fragrance. These rich, deep scents, such as musk and vanilla, linger on the skin for hours, providing depth and longevity to the perfume. They are the last to develop and can remain detectable for an entire day or longer.

Selecting the Perfect Scent

Personal Style and Scent

The process of selecting a fragrance is deeply personal and can be influenced by individual style, mood, and even personality. A scent that resonates with one person might not appeal to another, making the journey of finding your signature scent a unique exploration.

Seasonal Scents: Matching Fragrance to Weather

Seasonality plays a significant role in the choice of fragrances. Light, aquatic, and citrus scents are perfect for the warm months of spring and summer, providing a refreshing aura. In contrast, autumn and winter call for warmer, spicier scents that comfort and envelop, mirroring the cozy atmosphere of the colder seasons.

Occasion-based Choices

Fragrances can also be chosen based on the occasion. Lighter scents are suited for daytime and work environments, while stronger, more complex fragrances might be reserved for evening events and special occasions. Understanding the setting and what the fragrance conveys is key to making the right choice.

The Art of Perfume Making

Extraction Methods

The creation of perfumes involves extracting oils from flowers, herbs, fruits, and other natural sources. Distillation, expression, and solvent extraction are among the methods used, each contributing differently to the scent's profile and character.

Blending the Notes: The Perfumer's Craft

Perfumery is an art that requires a deep understanding of how various notes interact with one another. Perfumers, also known as "noses", spend years training to develop their ability to identify and blend hundreds of ingredients to create balanced and harmonious scents.

Trends in Perfumes & Colognes

Sustainable and Artisanal Trends

The trend towards sustainability and artisanal craftsmanship in perfumery reflects a growing desire among consumers for products that are not only unique but also ethically produced. This shift has led to the rise of niche perfumeries that focus on using sustainably sourced ingredients and traditional production methods.

Celebrity and Designer Fragrances

The allure of celebrity and designer fragrances lies in their ability to embody the essence of the personalities and styles they represent. These fragrances often serve as an accessible luxury, offering fans a tangible connection to the celebrities and designers they admire.

Perfumes & Colognes

Caring for Your Fragrances

To preserve the integrity of your perfumes and colognes, it is essential to store them properly—away from direct sunlight, heat, and humidity. Proper storage can significantly extend the life of a fragrance, maintaining its quality and potency over time.

The Psychology of Scent

Fragrances have the power to evoke memories and emotions, creating an invisible but undeniable connection between scent and psyche. The psychology behind our attraction to certain scents is complex, influenced by personal experiences, cultural background, and even genetics.

Famous Perfume Houses and Their Histories

The histories of famous perfume houses are often as captivating as the scents they create. Exploring these stories reveals the passion, innovation, and artistry that have shaped the world of perfumery, from its earliest days to the present.

The Future of Fragrances

Innovations in Scent Technology

The future of perfumery is marked by innovation, with new scent technologies enhancing the way fragrances are experienced. From personalized scents to long-lasting formulas, the possibilities are endless, promising a new era of fragrance exploration.

Personalization and Custom Scents

The trend towards personalization and custom scents is growing, allowing individuals to create fragrances that are uniquely theirs. This movement towards individual expression through scent is transforming the landscape of perfumery, making it more inclusive and diverse than ever before.

FAQs about Perfumes & Colognes

What is the difference between perfume and cologne?

The main difference between perfume and cologne lies in their concentration of essential oils. Perfume, also known as parfum, has the highest concentration, typically ranging from 20% to 30%, making it the most potent and long-lasting form of fragrance. Cologne, or eau de cologne, has a much lower concentration of essential oils, usually between 2% and 4%, mixed with a higher percentage of alcohol and water. As a result, colognes tend to be lighter and are ideal for a refreshing scent that doesn't overpower.

How do I choose a fragrance that suits me?

Choosing a fragrance that suits you involves several factors including personal taste, body chemistry, and the occasions for which you'll wear the scent. Start by identifying the fragrance families you're drawn to, such as floral, woody, oriental, or fresh. Test the fragrance on your skin, not just on a paper strip, to see how it develops over time, as your skin's natural oils can alter the scent. Consider the setting in which you'll wear the perfume—whether it's for everyday use, special occasions, or specific seasons.

Can I mix different perfumes to create a unique scent?

Yes, layering or mixing different perfumes can create a unique scent that is personalized to your taste. This process, known as fragrance layering, involves applying two or more fragrances in layers to achieve a custom blend. Start with lighter scents as the base and add heavier ones on top. It's important to experiment with small amounts first and choose fragrances with complementary notes to avoid clashing or overwhelming combinations.

How long does a bottle of perfume last?

An unopened bottle of perfume can last several years if stored properly, away from direct sunlight and extreme temperatures. Once opened, a perfume's quality can begin to deteriorate after about 1 to 3 years. To extend its lifespan, store your fragrance in a cool, dark place and keep the bottle tightly sealed when not in use. The longevity of a perfume also depends on its concentration of essential oils; higher concentrations found in perfumes last longer than those in colognes.

What are some tips for applying perfume effectively?

To apply perfume effectively, target pulse points where the warmth of your body can enhance the scent. These include the wrists, neck, behind the ears, and inside the elbows. Avoid rubbing your wrists together after applying, as this can break down the fragrance molecules. Apply perfume before dressing to prevent staining clothes and consider layering with scented body lotion to make the fragrance last longer. Less is often more; a few strategic spritzes are usually sufficient.

Why do the same perfumes smell different on different people?

The same perfumes smell different on different people due to variations in body chemistry. Factors like skin pH, hormone levels, diet, and even the medications one takes can influence how a fragrance develops and smells on the skin. Personal habits, such as smoking or skincare routines, can also alter the perception of a scent. This is why it's essential to try a fragrance on your skin and live with it for a few hours before making a decision, as its initial scent can change over time.

Conclusion: The Lasting Impact of Perfumes & Colognes

The world of perfumes and colognes is rich and multifaceted, offering endless possibilities for exploration and expression. As we discover fragrances that resonate with us, we not only enhance our personal allure but also connect with a tradition that spans centuries. In the end, finding your signature scent is a journey of discovery that is as rewarding as it is fragrant, leaving a lasting impression that transcends the senses.

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Guide to Buy Perfume for Beginners

Understanding the nuances of perfume concentration can demystify the selection process. Parfum contains the highest oil concentration, lasting up to 24 hours, followed by Eau de Parfum (EDP) lasting 4 to 5 hours. Eau de Toilette (EDT) is lighter, lasting 3 to 4 hours, while Eau de Cologne (EDC) lasts up to 2 hours. Eau Fraiche has the lowest concentration and dissipates after about 1 hour. Perfume oils last up to 24 hours, mists up to 2 hours, and aftershaves for 1 to 2 hours. Understanding fragrance notes, categorized into top, middle, and base notes, aids in selecting scents that resonate with personal preferences. Floral, oriental, woody, and fresh notes define fragrance families, each with distinct characteristics. Experimentation is key in finding a scent that evokes personal memories and emotions, transcending trends for a fulfilling olfactory experience.

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An Insider's Guide to Finding the Best Tyre Wholesalers in Birmingham

The tyre whole distribution industry is highly important in the automotive aftermarket supply network to make the whole chain at full capacity and run smoothly. The wholesaler is an intermediary who both keeps open stock and re-sells tyres to other businesses in large quantities at reduced prices. A consistent flow of tyres to dealerships, service stations and independent fitters ensures that retailers keep themselves equipped every day to meet the needs of each consumer.

For the Birmingham businesses that are engaged in tyres sales and services, search for the best suppliers of tyres since it can make the business successful and bring happiness to customers. In this guideline, we tried to summarize those factors you need to pay attention to and gave certain tips to smooth the comeback to tyre wholesalers in Birmingham.

Birmingham Wholesalers: An Insider's Look

Birmingham counts numerous tyre wholesalers as its own, those that operate as aftermarket players and are pretty good at filling their numerous customers' diverse needs. This wholesaler, which sources tyres from top international and local brands, is an all-in-one solutions provider choosing from a range of tyres that can fit your passenger cars, SUVs, light trucks, vans, and even speciality vehicles.

The Birmingham tyre wholesaling is a versatile industry that consists of some experienced and highlighted players while the new and mostly online-focused companies appear to have a place there. These are the options that companies use to select the best model based on their stipulated factors including price structures, service delivery methods and the type of products.

5 Important Considerations When It Comes To Choosing Typre Suppliers

There are several options on hand when it comes to locating the best-priced tyre suppliers in Birmingham. Here are several resources you can leverage to curate a shortlist of potential partners:

Industry Directories: Prestigious online directories like TyreTrade and Tyre Wholesalers Online operate nearly in all parts of UK and redirect you to their list of wholesaler in IP locations onto which you can cross filter as per your requirements (e.g. tyres). Generally, these directories supply some essential business information - company name, address and phone number and also may include customer testimonials from time to time.

Manufacturer Websites: Major vehicle tyre manufacturers like Michelin, Continental, and Goodyear come with distinct addresses on their web pages that outline the company’s authorised distributors and wholesalers. This is a great way of finding wholesalers who also carry a particular tyre brand/s that you have plans to sell in your shop.

Trade Shows and Events: While participating in sales meetings and trade shows like The Tire Cologne and Autopromotor Birmingham, which are aimed at tyre wholesalers, you would be able to communicate face-to-face with them to learn about their products, pricing, and services.

Online Reviews and Recommendations: Even though online reviews may not always give a complete picture of the services offered by wholesalers, finding a review platform like Google My Business or Trustpilot, which give prior customers' experiences with various wholesalers, gives a good glimpse of the sort of encounters by potential customers and other investments decisions.

Word-of-Mouth Referrals: Connected with the automotive counterparts in the Birmingham area, your fellow business owners and colleagues can be a solid place for reliable tyre wholesalers to be revealed by word-of-mouth advice.

What Brands or Types of Tyres Are More Commonly Offered by the Best Wholesalers in Birmingham?

The ideal wholesalers in Birmingham normally offer a broad choice of tyres with regard to different categories in order to satisfy a clientele with varied tastes. Here's a breakdown of some of the most commonly offered tyre types

Passenger Car Tyres: The term passenger car tyres covers the whole spectrum of tyre products intended for regular driving of user cars. This spectrum includes summer tyres, winter tyres, all-season tyres, high-performance tyres and touring tyres. Wholesaler classically features a number of different sizes and speed ratings to meet the requirements of a multiple number of car models and driving treatments.

SUV and Light Truck Tyres: Because SUVs and light trucks are getting more popular in Birmingham, wholesalers usually maintain a stock of special generical designed for this vehicle segment. These tyres are designed to provide an optimum blend of road performance and off-road capability while being more durable.

Van Tyres: Wholesalers actually provide the ideal product for businesses that require the services of delivery services and commercial fleets by offering a vast array of van tyres which are customized to meet the demands for fuel efficiency, load capacity, and tread life.

4x4 Tyres: In addition to catering to standard vehicle operators, Birmingham wholesalers may play a role in supplying RTN users with specialized 4x4 tyres, whose tread patterns are designed for traction in rough terrain.

Furthermore, apart from these basic categories, some wholesalers may probably focus on some specific niche markets, e.g., sports cars' high-performing tyres or run-flat tyres that provide added safety and convenience.

What Services Beyond Tyre Sales Do the Best Wholesalers Typically Offer?

The wings of creating top-notch Birmingham tyre wholesalers has grown its service strongly by incorporating not only tyre sales but also additional benefits which are related to its business partners. Here are some of the commonly offered services:

Delivery: Time and reputation-sensitive deliveries are vital in any company to avoid any complications. Target on wholesalers that commit to the punctual delivery of orders within Birmingham and most likely within the immediate surrounding areas in a possible flexible scheme.

Installation Support: It is possible that a selected wholesaler may just as well contract some nearby specialists who fit tyres for companies which do not have their fitting in-house at all.

Technical Support: What makes the greatest tyres wholesaler is the team of competent consultants who are ready to assist with tech-related topics such as the best tyre type, compatibility, and correct installation. The experience of hiring specialists who do not have much tyre knowledge can really make a difference.

Warranty Support: The link between retailers, tyre manufacturers and claims involving warranties is usually performed by wholesalers. An efficient system in terms of a warranty support process guarantees, hence, receipt of a timely response for any problems that the tyres might have.

Credit Facilities: Some wholesalers, particularly those dealing with established businesses who have a proven track record, may offer credit facilities, and thus, make payments more flexible improving orderly cash flows.

Online Ordering Platforms: Almost the same, it is typical that the leading wholesalers have specialized in the online platform for tyre buy-in. This helps retailers to have permanent access to stock availability, price information, and orders, which simplifies the purchase process observance.

What Are the Typical Lead Times for Ordering Tyres and How Does This Impact Planning and Inventory Management?

Lead times for ordering tyres from wholesalers in Birmingham can vary depending on several factors, including:

Stock Availability: In the event that the brand and special size of the tyre are in the inventory of the wholesaler, the waiting time may be reduced to 24 hours.

Special Orders: Sometimes the forward orders of tyres are made from the tyre manufacturers. For some brand-specific tyres lead times could range from a few days to several weeks depending on the manufacturing schedule, delivery channels and the type of tyres you require.

Delivery Location: Shipments from Birmingham will be ensured within a commensurate turnaround period as compared to deliveries in cities far-flung.

Having a clear and thorough knowledge of these lead times in fact becomes one of the fundamental rights for good inventory keeping. Businesses are advised to do the lead times analysis and place the orders after so that they are actually in a position to meet customer demands and avoid being out of stock. Here are some strategies to optimize inventory management considering lead times

Maintain Safety Stock: Using as a barrier tyre types, which are requested frequently, against an unexpected change of consumer demand or disruption in delivery is also one of many key tasks.

Implement Minimum Order Quantities (MOQs): Your order may be eligible for quantity discounts as offered by wholesale suppliers. While it might be a good thing, companies have to be careful to position themselves on fast-depleting sizes of tyres and not on slow-moving ones.

Utilize Sales Forecasting: Researching historical sales figures and seasonal disturbances will be very helpful for business persons to know about future demand levels and timely stock orders to cushion the business from deficit during peak seasons.

Leverage Online Ordering Platforms: The online platform generates inventory tracers that can be used to make decisions about tyres’ selection and placement on an “as-when-needed” basis, responding to supply availability.

Are There Industry Certifications or Affiliations That Distinguish the Best Tyre Wholesalers from Others in Birmingham?

There exists no legally required UK industrial certification concentrated just on tyre suppliers. While some reputations and accreditations can represent a commitment to quality, reliability, and a code of practice, others cannot be found to perform the same function. Here are some to consider:

National Tyre Distributors Association (NTDA): The NTH for National Tyre Distributors Association is the body that represents organisations in the UK that sell tyres. Joining the group is for any seller when they must commit to following the given rules and do business in a fair way.

Trusted Trader Scheme: It is a programme that the government encourages since, once the business has passed the financial tests and HMRC tax compliance standards, the company name will appear on the site. Dealing with a wholesaler of trusted traders can provide the company with all the guarantees about its financial condition.

Manufacturer Authorizations: As a licensed dealer for one particular brand of tyres to sell means that the distributor is certified for meeting high-quality standards set by the company and has personnel being trained on products.

To locate the top tyre distributor in Birmingham, one must employ a tactical method. Utilizing the mentioned resources will aid companies in compiling a list of prospective allies. When you consider different things such as the variety of products, how they price them, services for delivering goods and their connections in the business world, it helps to make good choices. It is important to think that a perfect wholesaler is more than just someone who provides you with items; they should be a dependable ally who helps your company do well and keep customers happy among other businesses selling car parts in Birmingham.

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