#I get some shitty l&o. as a treat.

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"you can continue to watch content until next month"

oh bitch it's dargerville and by perjury for my ass tonight

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f r e s h o u t t h e

s l a m m e r

Includes : Dallas Winston

Genre : Slight angst and fluff

Warnings : Light cursing, mentions of jail, mentions of toxic Dally

Based on : Fresh Out the Slammer by Taylor Swift

A knock on her window startled her from her sleep. She lay still in her bed, her thought process being if she doesn’t answer, they’ll go away. She couldn’t think of anyone who would be knocking on her window at three in the morning. It certainly wasn’t the Curtis boys, Steve would probably be in some car race, and Dally was in the slammer. Unless…

She shot up from her bed, running to her window. Sure enough, Dallas Winston stood outside her bedroom window in all his glory, bruises only just fading from his beautiful face, a cigarette dangling from his lips. “Open the window,” his voice was muffled from the glass dividing them. She hurried to open her window, stepping back as he climbed into her room.

Hers and Dally’s relationship was complicated. They were together, but, he liked to act like a tough guy around everyone else, a fact which bothered her to no end. It’s no secret she loved him, she just wanted to know the feelings were reciprocated in public. They argued endlessly over this, his gaslighting only angering her more and more, leading her to break up with him. It hadn’t even been a day when Darry Curtis called her up, letting her know he had been arrested for shoplifting. Again.

And now, here he was. Sitting on her bed and smoking a cigarette.

She broke the silence, “what are you doing here, Dal?” She watched as he took a big puff of his cigarette, his eyes fixed on his boots resting on the bed.

“I had to see you,” he said after a minute. His voice was quiet; he was never one to be vulnerable or talk about his feelings. The way he saw it, he didn’t show his affection for anyone, he couldn’t get hurt. Frankly, she was shocked to see him look so vulnerable and utterly defeated.

“We’re not together anymore. You can’t just come running whenever you’re fresh out the slammer,” her voice was small as she shook her head at him. She was hurting all over again.

“I know, just hear me out, will ya?” His eyes met hers, the sassy tone coming back to his voice for only a moment. “I know I haven’t done treated you right. I’ve been a shitty guy to you, and I regret it. I’m not good with this kinda thing, man, I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t know how to express what I feel for you or what you mean to me, ya know?” He stopped to take another drag of his cigarette. “And, I was sitting in that damn cell and I finally realized, I don’t wanna lose you. Damn, I love ya. I don’t know how to be without you, it’s- it’s like I can’t breathe, ya know? I am trynna be better for you, I swear. And if you let me, I’ll keep trying. ‘Cause you mean everything to me. I’m just scared of gettin’ hurt.”

Again, she was extremely shocked. He had never once told her he loved her, let alone that he couldn’t breathe without her. Either way, she knew in her heart, that Dallas Winston was the love of her life.

Without saying another word, she walked over to him and engulfed him in a hug. They held each other tight, reveling in each other’s presence.

Pulling back, she said, “I forgive you, but you have to drop the hard ass act. I want you to actually acknowledge that I’m your girlfriend in public. And not just in a possessive way,” her lips were pulling into a smile.

“Ya got it, doll,” he gave her a rare grin of his own. He pulled her back in, inhaling her scent and committing it to memory. “You better not tell anybody about this, ya hear me?” Her laughter could be heard from miles away.

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Advice

Song: Advice by Cavetown

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Playlist

A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z

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Eddie wasn’t unfamiliar with bad days. In fact, he’d say he was intimately familiar with them. Biblically, even, since they’d fucked him so often. And usually he was able to adjust, to improvise, to calm down and save any serious outbursts for the privacy of his own bedroom. Or van, depending on how truly awful the day was.

Today, he didn’t make it to his room, or to the van. Instead, he walked right out of his last class of the day and trudged straight to the picnic table in the woods behind the school. He figured he had around twenty minutes to get his anger out before someone tramped along looking to buy weed. He was too wired to sit, so he set his little black lunchbox on the table, and started pacing back and forth to try and relieve some pent up energy.

He was off to a rough start from the second his alarm went off. Or didn’t go off, in the case of that morning. Somehow, the stupid electricity in the trailer had gone out at some point in the middle of the night and reset the clocks, making Eddie an hour late to the start of his day. He’d skipped breakfast, and forgot his smokes in the process which meant that all of his teachers were more unbearable than usual.

Then, he skipped lunch to run across the street and buy a pack from the convenience store to take the edge off, but apparently his dad was in town because the man behind the counter had called him Junior with that face people made when they treated him like shit splattered across their shoes. If Al was in town that meant either he hadn’t bothered to check in on his son, or Wayne was keeping it from him and both options pissed Eddie off.

On top of that, Mrs. Click had lost his essay and then claimed he’d never turned it in which was bullshit because Eddie knew for a fact he’d turned it in on time, he’d stayed up all night writing it. In between classes, someone had graffitied “Satanist Freak” on his locker, which normally wouldn’t bother Eddie at all but then he’d gotten yelled at to clean it up, like anyone would think he wrote it himself. The authority figures in this batshit town were driving him insane.

As if that weren’t fucking enough Tommy goddamn Hagan (who Eddie was pretty sure had written the little love letter on his locker) had deliberately poured his entire water bottle on Eddie’s lap in the middle of class, and then played it off as an accident to the teacher. He’ll probably get detention for ditching after that, but Eddie was fucking exhausted. Why him? Why did everything have to hit the fan all at once? Couldn’t he just have one bad thing happen per day? He’d take one bad thing a day for the rest of his life over all the shit piled on top of him in the last seven hours.

And! Eddie was sure the fact that his father was in town would bite him even harder in the ass until the son a bitch left again. He couldn’t stand the thought of going home to see his smarmy fucking face after the last time he was in town and conned Eddie out of his savings and the contents of his lunchbox. It was fucking ludicrous that the town hated him for his father when Eddie got the worst end of the stick his whole life. At least the other people could avoid him, could walk away or, hell, even call the cops on the bastard if they wanted. Eddie couldn’t ever get away from him. Every time Eddie even looked at a mirror, Al Munson looked back.

He could feel the buzzing adrenaline bubbling up behind his eyes, stabbing its claws into his sinuses. His hands shook as he tugged them through his hair and he could not let this shitty day make him cry. He wasn’t going to let the town win, let his teacher and Tommy win, let Al Munson win. He clenched his stupid shaking hands into fists and dug his nails in as hard as he could, trying to steady his breathing, but it didn’t work. He could feel the build up behind his eyes and all the shitty events of the day clogging his throat like it was strangling him from the inside.

He let out a frustrated yell, grabbing his lunchbox from the table and using all of his energy to chuck it across the little clearing, across the lunch table, and straight into a tree. It smashed against the bark with a rattle, hitting the ground without even breaking the latch. Eddie knew the thing wouldn’t break, though it might have been sporting a few new scratches and a dent. It made him feel a little better, though. Maybe he could understand why someone would do sports. Maybe. Sometimes.

“Damn, you ever try shot put?” a voice called out through the clearing.

Eddie whipped his head around to find the king himself, Steve Harrington sauntering towards the picnic table. Schools out then, he thought, grumbling in his mind like a child. Of course The King would need to stock up, it was a Friday after all.

“With an arm like that, you’d do pretty well,” he added when Eddie didn’t respond.

“I don’t know what the fuck shop put is, but I’m not in the mood, Harrington,” Eddie called back, crossing his arms over his chest and stomping a boot onto the wooden bench next to him. The second he did, he felt like an idiot, like some kind of alpha-male posturing to seem tougher. He put his foot back on the ground.

“It’s shot put, it’s… never mind,” Steve cut himself off. “Anyway… uh.” He looked nervous, rubbing his hands awkwardly before shoving them into the pockets of his pristine blue jeans. It eased some of the tension in Eddie’s shoulders. He wanted to laugh. He made the king nervous, made him look a bit scared, even. It was comical. Wayne would think it was downright hilarious.

“What do you want, Harrington?” Eddie called. The King was still standing by the treeline, a good few yards of space between them.

“Do you have any joints left? Maybe a baggie of flower or something?” he responded. Eddie rolled his eyes. The royal court was predictable, as always.

“Like I said, I’m really not in the mood.”

“I’ll pay extra,” Steve added, shrugging his shoulders. Eddie paused, contemplating the offer. He did need the money, he always needed the money, and he knew Harrington was good for it. Eddie could probably double the price and The King wouldn’t even bat an eye.

He sighed, glancing at his toppled lunch box on the ground. Eddie rolled his eyes, deciding the money was worth more than his peace and quiet. He cracked his neck before trudging over to the black metal box, noticing Steve’s flinch as he did. The boy tried to cover it, Eddie could tell, but he wasn’t quick enough and Eddie couldn’t quite hide his smirk as he snatched the lunchbox up and walked back to the table.

He sat down, placed the container on the rough wooden surface, and gestured to the bench opposite him. The King paused briefly before joining him, sitting down quietly and pulling his wallet out of his back pocket.

“How many joints?” Eddie asked.

“How many you got?”

He glanced into the lunchbox, stomach aching as he shoved the actual lunch aside to open the little metal Altoids tin. He had four joints left, a few less than Harrington’s usual haul, but enough. He gathered them all up, pulling out an empty baggie and wrapping the joins up tight. Eddie held up the baggie for Harrington to take before grabbing another, prepacked with an eighth of flower.

“Eighth or a quarter?” Eddie asked, grabbing a second baggie.

“You got a half?” Harrington asked, squinting a little like he was sheepish to ask the question. Eddie would have found it cute if he wasn’t so annoyed at that moment. He rolled his eyes instead.

“If I had a half, I would have asked, Princess,” he snapped. If Harrington had looked sheepish before, he looked downright contrite now. It made Eddie feel a little bad, but he held his glare without backing down. The world had been shit to him today, he didn’t have to care about hurting The Kings feelings.

“An eighth or a quarter ounce, Harrington?” he asked again.

“Quarter,” he mumbled. Eddie pulled both baggies out, holding them toward Harrington to take. He didn’t. Instead he looked from the baggies to Eddie’s face, eyes contemplating something and Eddie hoped like hell that Steve wouldn’t ask, but like everything else today, the world didn’t listen.

“Are you okay?” he asked, and Eddie’s anger reared its ugly head again.

“I don’t want to talk, Harrington.”

“Are you sure? Because you kind of look like you need it. Are you okay?” he asked again.

“You want a hint?” Eddie snarked, snatching the baggies back. If His Highness wasn’t taking his gold then Eddie could keep it for himself for all he cared. “Are you hungry?” Eddie asked him.

Steve looked confused, his brows scrunching together like he was trying to connect the pieces of conversation that was running away from him.

“I… why?” he asked.

“Because you can eat my fucking shorts, Harrington. I said I don’t want to talk, so take the weed, leave the cash, and leave me the fuck alone,” Eddie spat, tossing the baggies between them on the table.

“I just mean, maybe I can help! Give you some advice or-“

“I know you’re trying to help, it’s very nice of you to pay your loyal subjects some attention but you don’t know anything about me, okay? I don’t need your advice, and I don’t need to explain myself to you.” Eddie gave up, decided this was a failed transaction and he should pack his shit and leave. He made a move to stand, reaching for the baggies on the picnic table, but he was beaten to the punch. Harrington grabbed the baggies out from under his hand, quickly tossing way too many bills on the wooden table. Forget double, Eddie’s pretty sure it was enough for a whole ounce. He stared, dumbfounded, at the cash in front of him and looked back up at Harrington. He was standing now, just a step away from the bench he’d been sitting on a second ago.

Eddie snatched the cash and tried to reign in his expression. He wasn’t really sure what his face was doing, couldn’t tell if he’d schooled it or not, but Harrington wasn’t giving anything away.

“I wasn’t trying to pick a fight, I swear.” He held a hand up, like Eddie was some kind of rabid animal Steve was trying to placate. “I just… I know what it feels like to not have anyone to talk to. So, like… if you need an ear-“

“I don’t ’need an ear’, Harrington, I need you to get out of my face, I need your court jester Tommy to leave me the fuck alone, and clean my locker while he’s at it! I need Mrs. Click to find my fucking essay because I’m already failing her class, and I need people in this godawful town to stop treating me like I’m just a clone of my father!” Eddie yelled. He huffed out a large breath, startled at his own outburst. By the glint in Steve’s eye, it was exactly what he’d been trying to pry out of Eddie. He looked pleased that he’d just been screamed at, and it just pushed all of Eddie’s buttons.

How the fuck did he even do that? They didn’t talk. Steve bought weed from him before his parties, and ignored him in the hallway. That was it. That’s all they ever were. So how the hell did he just get Eddie to tell him what was bothering him? Maybe the town was wrong, and they got the wrong witch when they put Eddie up on a pyre. He felt the sudden urge to yell ‘I saw Goody Harrington with the Devil!’. Somehow, he didn’t think that would make this conversation any better.

Eddie crossed his arms like a petulant child, and he couldn’t help but notice Steve slot his hands onto his hips like some kind of scolding housewife. Everything Harrington was doing made Eddie feel smaller and smaller.

“Just… leave me alone,” Eddie sighed, feeling deflated. “I don’t owe you anything, okay? You’re not my friend, you’re not my mom,” Eddie rolled his eyes and stared pointedly at Steve’s soccer mom stance. A blush bloomed across his cheeks, and Eddie watched as he took the hands off his hips and shoved them back into his pockets. Eddie couldn’t decide if Steve’s jeans were more dad jean or mom jean but he shook the thought from his head before he figured it out.

“Right… well,” Steve sighed, pulling a hand out of his pocket and patting it lightly on his thigh. Eddie had a sudden flash of Steve wearing horn rimmed glasses, saying ‘Welp, I better hit the road’, and Eddie couldn’t figure out when Steve had gone from King to Single Father during the span of their conversation. “Thanks for the… stuff,” Steve said awkwardly. Jesus Christ, Eddie needed to get a hold of himself and quickly. It was ridiculous how endearing he was finding this, and being weirdly attracted to a father figure act was not something he needed to be unpacking right now.

“Thanks for the cash,” Eddie said back, just as awkwardly tossing a salute in and immediately wanting to jump off a cliff. He needed to get out of here. Quickly, he packed up his lunchbox, tossing the cash inside before latching it shut. He turned back toward the direction of the school parking lot and prayed that Steve would let him go without another word. He tried not to dwell on the fact that it felt a lot like tucking his tail between his legs.

“See you next Friday!” Steve called out behind him.

Eddie was halfway back to the trailer before he realized the weight in his chest was significantly lighter than it had been all day. He tallied it up to Steve being in league with the devil. They’d go back to not speaking in the hallways, and he’d forget all about their conversation today, and that was it. Eddie just hoped he’d forget it too, and tried not to think about exactly how many witch’s marks Steve might have that Eddie couldn’t see.

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This was inspired by me being unhinged and thinking of Steddie literally every single time a song came on from my playlist so I wanted to challenge myself and see if I could write 26 of them. If anyone wants to try this challenge, go for it! I just thought it would be fun. I linked the playlist above, and I might add or subtract songs to it depending on how I'm feeling

Tagging some people who might be interested or helped me out with picking songs! Thank you for the suggestions (let me know if you want to be added or removed):

@estrellami-1 @weirdandabsurd42 @sirsnacksalot @devondespresso @captncalamity @sluttysteddie @blahblah-hilariousname-blah @cringevalue @thereallifecath

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Dean Winchester NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

Dean struggles with being affectionate with his partner during aftercare. He has to really grow to trust you to fully let those walls come down and for him to give you his all. Once he finally opens up, he will bring you some water, clean you up, snuggle you and put on a movie for you two while you fall asleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

Dean loves his Jawline the most. I mean come on have you seen how handsome he is?

dean is a titty guy. big, little, in the middle, Dean loves boobs.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

If you are doing doggystyle, he likes to cum on your back but if you aren't he just loves cumming inside he loves feeling your warmth around him as he cums. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Dean would keep dirty polaroids of you in his wallet to take with him whenever he goes hunting and gets in the mood.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

dean is very experienced. He knows how to tease and pleasure you in ways only he knows how.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Dean loves simple missionary position he loves seeing your face as you fall apart around him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Dean is usually pretty serious during sex but he will sometimes joke with you just to make you giggle a little bit. He mostly does that when you've had a shitty day and he wants to make you forget about it.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He shaves and has just a light stubble. Its dark blonde and matches his hair.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Dean is very intimate when he wants to be. He usually goes for quickies, but this goes back to him needing trust in a relationship before opening up. If you and him have built a strong bond, he will be very romantic and intimate.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He Masturbates alot. Especially when he goes hunting, 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

slight Daddy kink, Mask Kink, and size Kink

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Back seat of baby. he likes the bedroom and shower as well, but baby is just special.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

If you're into being a brat dean definitely loves that. He loves when you tease a little bit though he would never admit it, it turns him on when you do.

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

anything that risks you getting hurt. knife play, G*n play, etc. Anything risky is an absolute No for dean.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers receiving to giving. he is amazing at giving and loves to make you cum from his mouth as a treat for being so good for him. As for receiving dean loves when you suck him off sometimes, he prefers it to actually fucking.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Dean is really a mix when it comes to pace, he can be fast and rough or slow and sensual. It really depends on his mood that day.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

he loves a good quickie sense he is usually always with Sam he takes quickies as a way to get you and him both off when your busy with a hunt. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

dean is a very kinky person he is always down to try something new with you. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

 he can go 3-4 rounds if he wants to, he usually only goes for 2 because he doesn't want to overstimulate you too much unles you want him to ;)

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Dean doesn't like toys he wants to be the one giving you all the pleasure.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

WORLDS BIGGEST TEASE. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Dean is usually quiet in bed due to you guys always having quickies and not wanting to be caught. He will groan a little bit in your ear though and sometimes whisper curse words to you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

dean loves to be edged a little bit, he likes the frustration because it makes him work harder and faster to get to what he really wants which is you.

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

Dean is about 8 Inches. He has a slight upwards curve.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

HIGHHHHHH. Dean is always ready for you. all you gotta do is ask and he will provide.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It usually takes Dean awhile to fall asleep, He waits till after you fall asleep before he does. he likes to make sure you're comfortable and safe before he goes to bed.

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Summary

"Your finals are over! To celebrate, you and your friends decide to have a drink and relax at a bar, to chat and catch up with eachother on the lost time spent on studying your lives away. Though, you probably drank more than you did talk and... wait, where did your friends go?... And what is that piece of shit doing here!?"

Warnings/Spoilers:

Modern/College AU

GN!Reader

Kinda NSFW (But not escalating anything more than fantasies, still explicit tho)

Drunk and unhinged reader

Alcohol

Harrassment

Dottore

Blackmailing

Drugs, stalking and non-con r*pe (Mentioned)

Lot and l o t s of swearing

Fluff because I need some in my life

Possessive and jealous Kaeya

Kaeya kinda toxic mean and a lil brat but we love morally grey men who treats other ppl like shit and only treats their [S/O] like a queen uwu

also kaeya is down bad

A/N: I just wanted to make a 'sit on my face' joke for Kaeya

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Another shot down the hatch.

The taste of bitter alcohol flowing down your throat before it settles warmly into your system. You grunted quietly, placing the glass down onto the table as your eyes fluttered.

Your eyes sweep across the bar, vision slightly blurred. You don't recognise any of these people.

This was a shitty decision; Drinking away the remaining stress after your finals? Why were you even celebrating, you don't even know your results yet! You don't even know if you've reached the passsing mark!... Well, the mere thought just got you stressed again.

"...Another one won't hurt..." You quietly mumbled for the umpteenth time, your hand lazily patting the smooth surface of the table in search of the bottle of alcohol. You paused, raising your head as you realized the bottle was gone, the table empty except for the box of napkins and horrendously ugly table decorations.

Right... your friends left and took the bottle with them, some of them got drunk and passed out, forcing the others to help drag them back home. Why did you even reassure that you're fine? How drunk were they to think you would be fine alone without any form of transportation or safety? You're practically wasted, your head swaying and your eyes wincing at particularly bright, your senses were numb.

Luckily, the music wasn't booming so loudly in your ear, it was replaced with jazz music— Something about jazz night. At least it was soft enough to have mercy on your eardrums and brain.

"...I should... call..." You grumble to no one in particular, the lingering taste of bitter alcohol remaining on your taste buds, you slowly fished your phone out of your pocket and decided to call an acquaintance to pick you up. However, your vision remained blurred, unable to unlock your phone as your fingers felt weak and kept sliding across the screen at the wrong time, failing to input the password several times.

"Damn it." You sighed, lazily stuffing your phone back into your pocket in defeat.

No biggie, your campus was only 20 minutes away from the bar. You've gone through the same route every day just to get some coffee at the café across the bar and back to the dorms, you can just... follow the route back to campus.

As much as you'd like another sip, your mind— clinging onto the last bits of your consciousness, tells you that you've been intoxicated enough and should lay off on any drinks, lest you would want to worsen your hangover in the morning. Or end up passing out in the middle of the streets.

Just as you were about to grab your bag and leave, a young man settles right beside your seat. You got a strong whiff of his scent... why did he smell like chemicals and medicine?

"S-Someone's using too much hand sanitizer lately..." You mumbled a little too loudly.

A velvety and slightly deep voice from the man erupts from his throat, followed by a chuckle. "It's not hand sanitizer, sweetheart... It's ethanol." He spoke, his fingers drumming against the table as he subtly scoots closer to you.

You were about to sass back, saying you didn't ask and to fuck off— until you were met with a pair of blood red eyes and baby blue hair.

And you have absolutely no idea who he is. But he's kinda hot.

"Say, sweetheart... you seem to be quite out of it... Low tolerance?" He muses, tone laced with amusement and teasing, an unsettling smirk creeping onto his lips.

"L-Low tolerance my ass!" You hissed, feeling your face grow warm at his remark. God did he remind you of Kaeya. That smug face bastard with a sharp tongue. Hell, your vision was blurry enough that you would've thought that was Kaeya himself— if it weren't for those red eyes reminding you that Kaeya's eyes weren't red, plus his hair was the wrong shade of blue. "Fuck this, I'm leaving."

The stranger sighs, a glass of classic red wine in his hands as he lightly swirls it in small circles, the blood red liquid swaying with each tilt as though to hypnotise you. He turns his body slightly to face you, an elbow resting on the table. "Now, now, sweetheart... You're stumbling and slurring. Just how do you think you'll make it back safely without accidentally tripping over a rock or something and ruining that pretty face of yours?"

You slowly stood up from your seat and stilled, swaying slightly because your mind felt like a bundle of mess and confusion. Your senses and body coordination were numb and delayed, all you could focus on was trying not to pass out as you were getting pissed by the second. Or throw up as your head starts to throb.

Your patience was wearing thin, this guy was only making your headache worse. Is he doing this intentionally? Because if he is, then he's doing a good job provoking you.

"You're better off just sleeping in the bar rather than risk yourself so late at night. A college student, I presume? You wanna get mugged out there cause you're wasted?" The man teased.

You clicked your tongue, groaning as you leaned against the table slightly for leverage. "Man... what do you want?" You weren't in the mood. You're drunk, you're sweaty, you're dizzy, you're tired, you smelled like shit— all you wanted to do was go back home and sleep your intoxication away, let future [Name] deal with this in the morning.

But you were getting harrassed by a random stranger, taking advantage of your drunken self by ticking you off so you would end up tiring yourself by arguing with him. You were far too out of it to register the thought of someone harrassing you, you just thought this guys was pretty annoying.

"Straightforward, that's pretty hot~" The blue haired man chuckles. "My name is Dottore... I'm the doctor from the clinic a few blocks from here. I always see someone with pretty [colour] eyes walk by the window and to the café. And on special occasions, I see them visiting this bar in such gorgeous attire— you seem to match that description."

"Ok, and? There's probably a hundred more people with the same eye colour as me a-and does whatever you just said." You raised a brow, your eyelids growing heavy the more he speaks, struggling to not close your eyes for too long or else you'd likely black out.

"You seem like such a sweet person... how about you and I go grab a drink sometime?" Dottore offers out of the blue, suddenly placing a hand on your waist, elicting a startled yelp from you as he pulls you closer. He forces you to straddle his lap, it was easy since you were losing balance because of the alcohol weakening your strength.

"Or, we could skip straight to the good stuff and head back to my apartment~"

Damn, he was hot admittedly... but there was no way in hell you would agree to sleep with some random doctor you had just met! This guy looks like he's about to be in his 40s!

And you weren't the only one uncomfortable.

Not so far from you was Kaeya, who was quietly drinking his usual alone in a more secluded part of the bar.

He was just observing people the whole time, wanting some alone time for himself after the finals— but also hoping to find some juicy gossip to talk about with his friends. Things were pretty dry lately, and he's gotta keep up his little title as 'The guy with who knows millions of secrets and gossip'. A dumb title, but it's something to be proud of when he can practically blackmail everyone.

Kaeya immediately noticed you and your friends when you came in, but he chose not to single you out as he knew you would both end up arguing, which would probably result in both of you getting kicked out of the bar.

Plus, seeing you drunk was a rare treat. You're like a feisty little chihuahua. A ball of angry cuteness. Seeing you drunkenly slurring your words made you look like such a little defenseless and confused bunny.

It was fun pissing you off, both sober and drunk. It's like angering a kitten; All hiss and no bite, it's just too cute to pass up the opportunity to whisper a snide remark about your grades or give you that little mocking smirk as he eyes you up and down. You're hot when you're angry.

Though, as much as he loves hearing you angrily nag at him, perhaps one day he could hear that voice of yours whimper or moan in pleasure.

It's unfortunate that he couldn't even get the chance to try and tease you before that random doctor appeared.

Kaeya had seen this guy before, having sat near him a couple on times out of coincidence. Like a professional, he instinctively listened in on his conversations with his peers and familiars, or while he was on the phone. Dottore sure loves to boast about successfully 'stealing and combining' valuable DNA from various pretty people and aristocrats visiting his clinic, he was sure this doctor was either a pervert or doing really shady business about 'Spliced DNA'. Probably both.

Despite the distance between the two of you being not too far, he wasn't close enough to hear what he was saying, relying on reading your lips and his.

And Kaeya has to admit— you have really pretty lips...

But what made him lose his cool was seeing the man suddenly placing his hands on you. Not a moment to soon, he slammed his cup down and quickly got up from his seat, the chair scraping against the floor and startling some people nearby. Though, they didn't dare speak up, seeing the scowl on his face and the obvious raging fire in his periwinkle eyes.

All under the guise of a half-assed smile on his face.

"I'm sorry, sir— but I think you have something that belongs to me?" Kaeya spoke in polite and calm tone, a hand fumbling inside his pocket as the other leaned against the table.

Dottore raised a brow and his grin falls, an unamused look plastered on his face. Meanwhile, you stopped struggling, needing a few seconds to stare at Kaeya and mentally register that smug look on his face. Though, you were too wasted to recognise the manacing aura that surrounded him, and the way his eyes— full of fury— bore into Dottore's.

"Oh god, wh-why are you everywhere!?" You hissed, narrowing your eyes into a glare, gritting your teeth.

"I should be asking why you're following me everywhere, kitty." Kaeya teased, emphasising his favorite pet name for you, flashing you a wink and a smirk that made you slur out incomprehensible gibberish in retaliation— though, once his eyes dimmed with irritation upon landing on Dottore again, his lips dropped into a frown.

"Pardon me, you mean them?" Dottore questioned, his tone laced with amusement as he kept one arm wrapped firmly around your waist, the other grabbing his wine cup and taking a slow sip of his drink— almost torturously slow, as though to taunt Kaeya. "Apologies— I don't see your name written anywhere on them."

"Neither do I see yours." Kaeya quips without hesitation.

His hand on the table balls into a fist, it was hard holding himself back from punching this weirdo and dragging you away from him.

"Scram, you fucking kids can't resist being so nosy and pry into someone else's business, can you?" Dottore grumbled, pulling you closer to his chest by your waist. You clicked your tongue, swatting your hand at his chest, it does nothing but annoy Dottore a little.

"You mean your shady ass business about drugging people and splicing DNA with other freaky stuff to sell on the black market?" Kaeya retorted. "And god knows what you've been doing after your clients are unconscious. Those 'sore bodies' and 'wet spots' they wake up with don't seem like mere coincidences to me."

Kaeya's lips curved into a smug grin, taunting and mocking people like Dottore who had no chance for a rebuttal was fun, especially you. But hey, anything to keep you safe.

Dottore slams his cup down onto the table, nudging you off his lap as his hands reaches out to grab Kaeya by the lapels. "Listen here, you fucking brat, I don't know what you've poked your shit covered nose into— but you just drew a target on your head."

"You stay out of my way and keep your mouth shut about my experiments, or I'll be slicing your balls off. Or would you rather have some valuable information of yours on the black market?" Dottore scowls, but that doesn't deter Kaeya's composure.

"H-Hey!... If anyone's gonna kick Kaeya's ass, i-it's gonna be me!" You hissed, disregarding the situation because you're feeling a lot more dazed now that there's a conversation going on.

"Kitty, just sit there and look pretty, M'kay?" Kaeya hummed casually, gripping onto Dottore's wrist as he glared right into his eyes with a sneer. "Sure thing, doc... but lemme remind you; My brother's on duty tonight and he wouldn't mind calling for those big and bulky men, that work for him, on your ass."

"After all... I've already got all the proof I needed." Kaeya adds, pulling out his phone, the screen displaying a recording app that had been recording the whole conversation. He slides a finger across the screen to show a number of recording with 'Creepy doctor' as the titles, he sure had a lot of blackmail material on everyone. "And this conversation isn't the only one." He hums after stuffing it back into his pocket before Dottore could steal it.

"Brat..." Dottore hisses. "Creep." Kaeya retorts.

As much as Dottore would like to rip Kaeya's head off, he knew better than to make a scene in the middle of a bar full of people and risk getting investigated. That would put both his job and experiments on the line.

The doctor begrudgingly lets Kaeya go and leans back on his chair, and it just boosted your blue haired rival's ego even more

Kaeya wraps one arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You froze, his warmth was undeniable comfortable and nice, it was unmistakably Kaeya— and that got you flustered enough to squirm. But Kaeya was more focused on keeping you safe first.

"Well, I'll be taking my leave and my [S/O]." Your blue haired rival hums.

"If I see you again, I'm going to kill you." Dottore threatened, his eyes narrowing with irritation when Kaeya only laughs boldly at his face.

"Only you can hope to be seen anywhere near here again." Kaeya sneers, before dragging you off by the waist.

Just as he predicted, Kaeya tightened his grip around your waist, careful to not hurt you but firm enough to prevent you from wriggling out of his grasp.

"K-Kaeya, jesus christ... do I look l-like some goddamn wooden plank to you!? Let me go!" You barked, slamming your fist against his arm in a pathetic attempt to free yourself.

He chuckles, continuing to walk while dragging you out of the club, waving a lazy hand to his brother— who sent a judgemental look at the blue haired male for handling his own crush improperly. But he returns to his work, Kaeya's shenanigans was not his shenanigans.

"So feisty~ Did you drink a whole wine factory or something?" Kaeya teased, opening the door to his car as he carefully placed you inside. Becore you could even think about lunging at him, he swiftly fastened the seatbelt across your body and closed the door.

"Did you... fight a cat or something? You look like shiiiiiiiit!" You dragged out, leaning your head on the window as Kaeya gets in the driver's seat. He chuckles, locking the doors in case you decide to be drunk and stupid.

[Time skip]

It was a surprisingly quiet car ride back to his place.

He occasionally spares a glance at you, his gaze softening each time when he noticed you're just sleeping peacefully, quiet snores being the only noise from you.

The car reeks of alcohol, but he was used to it since he drinks just as much as you do.

He had his blazer draped over your body, keeping you warm and comfy, you looked adorable when you're unknowingly snuggling into his clothing without realizing you're basically cuddling someone you loathed for the past few years... Did you just sniff his blazer a few times?

Thankfully, his brother wouldn't be back until near midnight. It would be just you and him... just like his perverted little fantasies he had about you.

Though, he was kind of disappointed that you were intoxicated. It'd be so much more fun fucking your brains out until you're reduced into nothing but a blabbering, stupid mess as he pounds into you from behind.

But no, it wouldn't be fair if you weren't aware or able to consent. Plus, his brother would be pissed if he knew Kaeya was taking advantage of someone defenseless.

Maybe next time when you're sober, he muses.

Kaeya tried to carefully carry you out from the car bridal style, so he could bring you inside for a more comfortable bed to rest on.

Unfortunately, you had felt his arm slip underneath your thighs, it jolts you awake. "Oi— Wh-What the fuck!?" You stutter out, trying to shove his face away from you.

He grunts, the downside of you being drunk is that you're also much more irritating than usual. But it's not like he wants to complain, knowing you felt a like a blurry and confused mess. But he'll take care of it, maybe he could get lucky once you've recovered.

Try to squirm out of his grasp as you might, he's way too strong and you're already really dizzy. "Calm down, you don't wanna throw up on this pretty face would you?" Kaeya joked, flashing you a toothy grin.

"Yes, yes I would." You deadpanned. Still sassy even under the influence of alcohol.

"Hey, at least you admit I have a pretty face." Kaeya hums with a shrug, bringing you inside with his blazer still draped over your body.

As he walks up the stairs, he takes his time to tease you to his heart's content, though it starts to backfire when each word he spoke met a snappy comeback from you.

It wasn't until he finally reached his bedroom that you let out an annoyed groan. "O-Oh my god, why are you so f-... fucking annoying!?" You barked angrily, it almost makes him feel bad, perhaps his words were making your head throb. He's seen you cranky a number of times before, but you seemed genuinely pissed off. Perhaps it was the alcohol.

But before he could even apologize, he felt your hands grabbing onto his side of his head. "If you're... not gonna shut up, I-I'mma sit on your face... and make you shut you up." You grumbled, squirming in his arms.

He lets out a startled noise, having to hold your body away a small distance his while still carrying you as you tried to reach for his face in a lazy manner.

Kaeya would've taken up on your offer if he weren't focused on trying to take care of you, he would be lying if he hadn't been dreaming about your thighs crushing his head as he ate you out until you were left trembling and begging him to stop while grabbing a fistful of his blue hair.

But he has to focus on the task at hand. "Alright, kitty. Save that for when you're not looking like a hobo covered in drool." Kaeya spoke with a dry chuckle, gently placying you down on his bed.

It was cute watching you melt as your body hits the soft mattress of his bed, nuzzling your face into the pillow. "Try not to actually puke, kitty. You'd be owing me more than sitting on my face if you left more work for me to handle." Kaeya joked with a quiet chuckle, patting your head as he drags a chair over to the bed.

He sat down, staying silent so he wouldn't disturb you as he waits for you to fall sleep.

"I'mma do... just that." You huffed, even lifting your hand felt tedious. But you couldn't resist flipping Kaeya off with a smug and tired look on your face.

He rolls his eyes, a small grin on his face. "Sure, if that's what you want. You can cockwarm me when you wake up tomorrow, how 'bout that?" Kaeya cooed, his tone lacking sarcasm.

Maybe he was pushing his luck right now... but, hey— he could be a little selfish from time to time, right? After all, he knows you would end up accepting his offer in the end.

"Get some sleep." Kaeya whispers into your ear, his lips grazing against your soft cheek. His gaze softens, running his fingers through your hair, untangling any knots while hoping you would fall asleep soon. "Sweet dreams."

It seems like it was working, he could see your shoulders slowly slump in relaxation and your expression softening. "Night, Kirby..." It was the last thing you slurred out before you ended up getting knocked out cold, the sound of your soft snores filling the room.

"...It's Kaeya, not Kirby." He snorts, shaking his head before turning off the lights.

Kaeya watched as your chest rises and falls with each breath you take, your lips occasionally parting with soft murmurs.

Maybe he'll get some back pain if he sleeps sitting on the chair, but he won't mind it since you look cute sleeping on his bed.

[Time skip]

A soft grumble erupts from your throat as you felt warmth on your face, something bright slipping through your eyelids and nearly blinding you.

You clenched your eyes shut tightly, before groaning again when the light didn't diminish. Eventually, your eyes slowly fluttered open, adjusting to the light shining down on the side of your face. You let out a lazy and quiet murmur, using your hand to shield yourself from the light. Why did you think placing your bed across from your window was a good idea?

"...Wait." Your eyes shot wide open, you don't remember your room having those curtains or window frame. That's not even the same bag or desk. Your nose picks up on the scent of alcohol and the familiar smell of cologne.

You sat up, but that proved to be a hastily made decision as you moved a little too fast. A throb in your head causes you to grimace and grunt, your fingers massaging your temples to ease the pain. Though, it does little to ease your hangover.

It took you a full minute to remember the events of last night, but that really wasn't much of a help since you barely remember anything at all. Everything was a blur to you and you were more focused on quenching your thirst at the moment.

"...Actually, where the hell am I?" You mumbled to no one in particular.

"Ohh, someone's awake~" A teasing voice sounded from behind the door, you weren't given a chance to react as it swings open, revealing that face you had been loathing for years.

"Fuck." Was the first thing you muttered.

"Language, kitty." Kaeya chuckles, closing the door behind him as he brought a plate of pancakes for you, accompanied by a glass of water and a small bottle of pills, presumably painkillers. "My brother's home, he wouldn't be too happy if he hears you moaning and groaning my name~"

You scooted away from him with a grumble when he sat on the chair next to the bed, but the burning sensation in your cheeks was starting to overwhelm you.

You're in Kaeya's house? Did you do something stupid again? Did you both end up making out? Did you accidentally sleep with Kaeya!?

Well the idea isn't too bad.

"Don't give me that face. I've got the doctor's shady business taken care of, he'll get some karma for touching you." Kaeya snorts, using a fork and slicing a small chunk of the pancake, he holds it close to your mouth. "You and I didn't do anything. I promise... just eat and lemme tell you the story of a kitten who got drunk and nearly got themselves abducted." He muses.

You scowled at him for a few seconds, but begrudgingly ate the food. It was just pancakes, but it felt like you were eating a five star worthy meal because you were famished. He chuckles when your face drops into a look of surprise and satisfaction.

But that look morphs into horror and embarrassment when Kaeya recalls the string of events from last night to you in uncomfortably clear detail, you end up burying your flushed face into your hands. And he donned that oh-so-familiar smug grin as he feeds you.

You wanted to sit on his face? You agreed to cockwarm him? You wished the ground could just swallow you up and erase your existence.

Meanwhile, Kaeya was having the time of his life, bursting into laughter at your reaction. "Oh, you should be lucky I decided to pity you instead of agreeing to your offer~" Kaeya cooed, lightly nudging your leg with his knee.

"Here's another offer: Go fuck yourself." You deadpanned, glaring at the blue haired male with a furious blush on your face.

He snorts, leaning his face close to yours, the smell of alcohol from your breath and pancake was heavy, your cheeks growing warmer as you hitched a breath and turned your face away from his— hoping Kaeya wouldn't be bothered by the smell.

The corner of his grin tugged upwards into a smirk, finding your embarrasment endearing, especially your attempt at masking it.

"I think I would need your help with that." Kaeya whispers into your ear, his hot breath fanning against your ear, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

His voice was low, with a suggestive undertone, his periwinkle eyes meeting yours. For a brief moment, he recognised that flash of desire in your eyes.

"But for now... maybe get dressed." He pulls away, poking your bright red cheek in a playful manner as you flinched, shaking your head to snap out of your thoughts. "You can borrow my clothes and my bathroom if you want. Or don't... and smell like alcohol the whole day."

You were about to bite back with a snappy insult, but as soon as you spun your head to face him, you were met with a pair of lips against yours.

Your brain short-circuits, your eyes wide to the point you thought they were going to pop out of your sockets. A part of you wanted to pull him closer, but with your hands hovering awkwardly in the air, you just froze.

Kaeya eventually, painfully slowly, pulled away from yot. The kiss lingering on your lips, your heart and brain craving for another.

"Don't take too long, kitty~" Kaeya hummed, getting up from the chair with the now empty dishes and quickly leaving the room, you couldn't miss that smug look on his face. He clearly knew you wanted more, and he was going to take advantage of that by being the little shit he is.

Though... you sure as hell don't mind chasing after him and dragging him back to his room with you.

[zedtiae]

hiii its me again w my crappy confidence building exercises lol

sure as hell wasn't tagged but I'm taking the general invite floating around from a few blogs to give this a go. In return, I invoke @lunecycle to rise from the dead and post their characters again, as well as all the other lurkers out there wishing someone called them out to post. This is your sign fren :3c

now for the Zontliposting…

-- B A S I C S

name: Zontli of the Michoan Marsh

nicknames: when someone doesn't know her name anything goes. Once she gets closer in a relationship, however, Zontli is preferred

birthday: 74 of zephyr, 1284 AE (officially. She doesn't rember )

race: Asura

gender: cis female

orientation: bi and proud

profession: (master) alchemist and necromancer

-- P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S

hair: gray

eyes: pale blue

skin: mainly pale white, freckled. Has pitch black markings around her eyes, ears, and down past her neck along the backside of her torso

tattoos/scars: arms, legs and torso all contain heavy scarring from self-experimentation. The biggest and most recent is a chunk missing from her left forearm that's just healed over, as well as two gnarly chunks missing around both knees

-- F A M I L Y

parents: had a golem pilot dad (who she loved) and a golemancy kreweleader mom (who she hated). Lost them both when she was an older progeny nearing adulthood

siblings: none

grandparents: had one (1) swamp witch grandma (who she adored)! Learned most about life from her / eventually came to treat her as her surrogate mother

in laws and others: has 2 ex-in-laws (who she hates). they banned her from rata sum over the marriage contract (though she's fairly grateful for the excuse not to go lol). Also has a rat bastard uncle acting as the current golemancy kreweleader after her progenitor kicked it (and she's fairly grateful for that too, all things considered)

pets: do wacky old golems count?

-- S K I L L S

abilities: utilizes a gloopy, corrosive shroud that embodies her hunger (and some subconscious) to carry out her intent. Masterfully skilled in rune, sigil and ward work. Masterfully skilled in all aspects of potion brewing. Adeptly skilled in fighting with daggers both in close quarters and as a projectile. Still learning how to adeptly wield a gun

hobbies: dancing (which she incorporates as she crafts), socially drinking and smoking, reading romance novels (especially paranormal and/or noble related ones), journaling, meditating

-- T R A I T S

most positive trait: generally does her best to keep an equal share (i.e. paying fairly, bartering with low income customers) and uplift those in need (i.e. giving free food to the hungry, selling potions in hard to reach areas). Is also very good with children

most negative trait: being an otherwise cold, distant and judgemental bitch who operates solely on her (very high) standards without ever conforming to what others want. Can also be terribly reckless when enabled

-- L I K E S

colors: blue ; sky blue

smells: can't really smell in a traditional sense anymore (thanks necromancy!) but does like the 'smell' of people she knows

textures: liquids, squishy stuff in general (i.e. mud, visera)

drinks: black coffee in the morning, whisky straight from the bottle in the evening!

-- O T H E R D E T A I L S

smokes: not anymore, lungs are too shitty for it now

drinks: too much. She's cutting down

drugs: occasionaly. She's cut down here too

been arrested: definitely (trespassing as an exile in Rata Sum, and the occasional illegal reagent / unpatented concoction trafficking bust in Desider Atum)

[scribeofpnakotis]

anyway so mostly this is a vent/getting my thoughts in order kind of post (please don’t crucify me over it is what I’m saying here) but I definitely feel.... uh, some kind of way about fics where the major indicator of a happy ending/the characters getting their shit together etc is a closing scene where it’s emphasized that they’re not drinking- especially since most of the time these fics never have them engaging in actually (oh god there’s no other word) p r o b l e m a t i c levels of alcohol use.

Like, tell me you’re an american teenager who’s had one shitty beer in your life without saying etc etc etc

How are you treating actual, real life people with substance abuse issues if your barometer for ‘alcoholic who needs to quit cold-turkey’ is ‘likes a whiskey highball after a stressful day’?

Like idk maybe this is australian problems(tm) but I don’t know how to explain to these people that drinking is morally neutral and actually most human adults like it to some degree?

[countlessrealities]

@omniishambles sent: Here's another one -🔥for Morty about Rick! Multimuse grape vine - Send 🔥 for Muse A to attempt roasting Muse B

Morty's expression darkens with uneasiness at the request. Roasting Rick? That's always a hazard, even if it won't be the first time he does it. Whenever the two of them fight, they tend to run their mouths and they have ended pushing it a little too far in more than one occasion.

So he knows what to expect and yes, it worries him a little, but the main reason behind his hesitation is another. He has so many things to say, too many, and picking one to start with isn't easy.

"R-Rick is...he's really hard t-to deal with, most of the time," he finally starts, a scowl forming on his face. "H-He is selfish, rude, u-ungrateful, pushy, moody, s-spiteful, stubborn to a fault, cynical, arrogant an-and even cruel at times. H-He's a liar, he is a...a bully, he has a-a huge ego, and he is petty an-and childish and..just mean. H-He so mean. T-To everyone. An-And yeah, it's all...it's a defensive mechanism an-and trauma response an-and fear, but that's no excuse f-for how he treats people. E-Especially the ones who care and support him."

Their family, but Morty himself in particular. He is the person Rick is the closest to, but that also means that he is the one who finds himself suffering at the man's hand the most.

"He...W-We're supposed to be family, an-and more, because I-I'm his best friend, his partner, b-but that just makes it worse. B-Because I know him an-and he doesn't like tha-that I can see past his masks and acts an-and all his bullshit. H-He doesn't like that I can call him out and be right."

How many times had been subjected to his grandfather's nightmarish, petty revenges because he has dared to tell him that he was wrong? Too many to count. Yet, he still does it, because if he didn't, Rick would just keep running on his stupid pride and self-destructive behaviours. In spire of everything, Morty cares too much to let him do it.

"H-He might be the smartest man in the universe, b-but he is also so, so stupid w-when it comes to certain stuff. H-He acts like he is better than anyone, b-but he is...he is a coward. Tha-That's what he is."

Rick will put him through hell if he ever hears him saying this, but the teen has gotten too carried away to care. Besides, someone has to say it and no one else will if he doesn't.

"H-He run every time things get too...c-close to home and h-he can't get over himself and ask for help. H-He is afraid of letting other see him vulnerable b-because he is afraid to let people in. An-And I get it, but it's unfair w-when you have tried to prove to him o-over and over that you're on his side. Tha-That you're there for him, n-no matter how shitty he gets. I-It's not fair that you have to do everything for him an-and he can't just stop acting l-like a scared kid."

He is tired to have his trust broken, to be pushed away, to be lied to and manipulated, to be treated like a mere sidekick or a tool. He is so tired of it all, but he can't give up. Especially since that would mean allowing Rick to give up too. He has to be the bigger person, since the man isn't capable of it.

"An-And yeah, he has been...trying lately, b-but it's not enough. He always f-falls back in bad habits. H-He can make all the excuses he wants, h-he can say that he's trying to...protect us or s-some other crap like that, b-but the truth is that he needs to try harder. W-We've all been patient enough with him. N-Now it's his turn t-to do more. S-So he has to get his shit together an-and prove himself. I-If he doesn't it by himself...I-I'll make him."

His expression hardens even more. "An-And he has better get a grip, b-because he won't like the way I-I'll for his hand."

[perdidosbucky-yyo]

L.O.V.E

Pairing: Mob!Bucky x Plus size!Fem!Reader (no mention of ethnicity)

Summary: Bucky wants to offer you more than love

Warnings: underage drinking (reader is 20), a little low self esteem, self image issues, smutty (foreplay, implied oral and smut), tiny amount of angst, shitty father (not the reader’s), mention of a gun.

Wc: 4k

a/n: a little late buuut, Happy valentines everyone! I have very mixed feelings about this one lol, also,this was supossed to be pure fluff lmao, oh well… I hope you enjoy <3 And I would like to specify that the reader had a tough time figuring out what she wanted to do after high school so that’s why she JUST applied for collage (it’s ok to not know what you want for your life, there’s no rush, you get to choose your own path).

likes, comments, and reblogs are deeply encouraged <3

L is for the way you look at me

“Look at those damn eyes” you whispered to your best friend, clutching her forearm but never breaking eye contact with the handsome stranger across the poorly lit room, “It’s like they have a life of its own and they want to consume me” you whisper almost out of breath, heart thumping as if you just ran a marathon, the woman next to you chuckled “alright, no more beer for you”, she says as she takes your drink away but you don’t even notice; you’d seen him before back in high school, he always picked up his sister. Whether it was the alcohol or your corny romantic side, you’d swear those cerulean blue eyes were your home, shining with adoration along with a stupid-hot cocky smirk, at this point you’re starting to doubt he’s even looking at you, no one has ever seen you the way he is right now, it’s unsettling in the best way possible.

Too self-conscious to let yourself think that a tatted 6’3 adonis would be interested in you, after an internal debate, you willed yourself to look away, maybe he’s way too drunk to see you clearly, maybe he’s a jerk that wants to get his dick wet, you wouldn’t be surprised at this point. 3 annoying songs later as you were about to finish your last beer, a hand came up from behind you, stealing your drink, about to complain, words lost all meaning, blue eyes took a big sip and made an exaggerated refreshing sigh, putting down the bottle you feel like his eyes bore into your very being, tongue licking his pink lips he clears his throat, “Do you believe in love at first sight or should I walk by again?” he says with the biggest grin.

O is for the only one I see

Walking down to the beach with Bucky hand in hand, you find some of your former classmates staring and pointing at you with shock and subtle disgust, dread makes your stomach drop, already regretting letting Bucky convince you to wear a bikini instead of an oversized shirt and shorts.

As if he sensed your distress, blue eyes stops and drops the bags in the sand so he can cradle your face and kiss you breathless in front of everyone, stating that you’re his and he’s proud of it, head light and dizzy you pull away with a giggle to breathe, not being finished with you, he pulls you closer by the neck and pecks your lips, giving you a wink that sends butterflies to your stomach.

Once you were able to find a spot to put a blanket and settle all of your stuff, laying down facing each other, Bucky reached for your face to move a stray hair behind your ear, then with a frown on his features he cupped your cheek “Sorry I couldn’t rent a nicer spot with an umbrella, hammocks and all that… is just my Ma needed me to help her out and I-“, you inmediatelly schooched closer to him with a smile on your face “Buck, it’s ok, I don’t mind, really, besides, it’s pretty expensive, I don’t-“, cupping your face with both hands, with an exasperated look he rests his forehead against yours “I want to treat my girl”, rolling your eyes at him you place your hand on top of his “Jamie this is perfect… so we’ll get a little sunburned” you shrug “no biggie, now would you please drop that frown?” you whisper as you tenderly nudge your nose against his, hand gently caressing the tatoo on his shoulder. At the use of his first name, he relaxes, but still not convinced, the man sighs and gives you a small smirk, whispering in your ear “only if you let me put sunscreen on you”, his warm breath, despite the heat sends a shiver down your spine, noticing your reaction Bucky starts placing soft kisses from your jaw down you neck, making whimper.

Still in your little paradise with Bucky, you failed to notice that a group of girls in bikinis that barely covered their goods was approaching, a shrill voice cut through, making you wince “hey handsome, wanna play?”, swallowing down a bitter “fuck off” you sighed, your body tensed and you kept your head down, of course they assumed he would ditch the fatty for them, and for a second you wouldn’t blame him… Not even sparing them a look, Bucky tilted your chin up and gave you a quick kiss on your cheek, a small smile on his lips, and a look in his eyes that said everything you needed to know.

Hoping they would get the message, a yellow and blue ball rolled up between you, “C’mon we won’t keep you long from your friend” one of the girls from the back whined “she doesn’t mind, don’t you sweetie?” said the blonde in a condescending tone, before you could fire back, Bucky threw the ball at them, hard, it would’ve definitely hit them in the face but they managed to dodge it, with a stone-cold face he seethed “not interested”, color draining from their faces, with a few scoffs, what the hell man? and whatevers, they walked away.

Turning to face him you couldn’t help but laugh “you were so mean” you teased as you poked his chest, grabbing you by the waist, blue eyes tackled you and got on top of you, almost making your heart jump out of your chest “They don’t matter sweetheart, I only see one person” he murmured with pure honesty, hands wandering every curve and roll with the utmost tenderness and adoration, you were so enthralled by his eyes that you couldn’t even care enough to freak out that he was touching the parts of your body you wouldn’t even acknowledge some days, you felt safe in his arms, completely seen and still worthy.

V is very very extraordinary

When Bucky got the call that he was gonna have to work on a Sunday night he was about to hang up but then his boss specified the car he was gonna work on, an Aston Martin DB5… he thought it was a fucking joke until he saw it in person, how this beauty of a car ended up in in a shitty auto-repair shop in a nowhere town was a mystery to him, but the pay was decent and that’s all he needed to know.

Shop empty, he was burning the midnight oil with you next to him, sitting on a pouf chair just a few feet away, The Smiths playing in the background as you rambled on about how disappointing Game of Thrones final season was “they did my Khaleesi so dirty” you huff out, Bucky chuckles as you take a deep breath to compose yourself “You know better than to bring up Game of Thrones” you whine, feeling a little embarrassed over your rant, Bucky knew exactly what he was doing, he loved hearing your voice, especially when you talked about things you were passionate about.

2:00 in the morning, you walk up to your disheveled and greasy boyfriend, handing him a cup of coffee “black with three sugars” you wink, Bucky takes a sip and places the drink down, “C’mere baby, I wanna thank you” he puckers his lips, waiting for yours, with a whine you stay put “but you’re so dirtyyy, I just got this shirt” you muster your best puppy eyes, with a clenched jaw he signals you with his finger to move, “I said c’mere”, his eyes shone with mischief, the sound of his stern voice echoed through the room, making your body react before your mind, walking up to him and placing your arms around his shoulders, gently gripping your jaw with his hand while the other slid down your bottom, his lips crashed with yours, a gentle kiss that slowly grew needy, like he couldn’t believe he’s been away from you this long, your soft lips are now a comfort he’s grown used to over the last months. With a content sigh, he hesitantly lets go of you, shit-eating grin as he sees your face, shirt, and jeans covered in grease, “happy now?” you ask with a laugh.

“Can’t believe I let you do this” you whisper as you tapped your foot nervously, nails digging into your forearms, the smell of leather and his scent barely soothing you, “relax doll, I’m being careful, it’s my ass on the line anyways” he chuckles as he drives through the highway with one hand on the leather wheel and his other hand rubbing your thigh “both hands on the wheel BUDDY, we’re not crashing a priceless classic on my watch”, with a playful eye roll he takes his hand off your thigh, you immediately miss the warmth but decide to stay quiet, enjoying the comfortable silence.

Reaching your destination, Bucky pulls over and pulls down the windows, the warm breeze and sound of waves crashing overwhelm your senses, reaching for his hand you interlace your fingers, turning to face him you notice that he was already looking at you, a serious look on his face, with the tiniest hint of a smile, “what?” you ask with a grin as you feel your cheeks heat up “you’re fucking beautiful” he says, thumb rubbing your palm, and in that very moment, as if he was in cahoots with the universe, the moonlight hits his eyes, making them bluer than ever before, your breath hitches, “you’re one to talk” you murmur, leaning in to hover over his lips, relishing in the warmth he radiates and his intoxicating smell.

“Don’t you just love how each time the waves crash it rumbles through your body? It’s like a giant is walking right next to you”, you wonder out loud, laying down, head on his lap, legs in the sand, with a sweet smile Bucky kisses your forehead, “don’t change the subject sweetheart”, with a defeated sigh you avoid his stare, “fine… what I meant was, I think I’ve come to terms with the fact that I’m nothin’ special, I’m gonna live an ordinary life, and that’s ok, I mean, I’ll go to college, pay for the rest of my life for a degree that I probably won’t even use, get a crappy job that’s gonna drain me so much that I’ll only want to be a couch potato at home… it’s fine, there’s nothing wrong with that”.

After a few minutes of silence, blue eyes helps you sit up, assuming he silently agreed, you were about to change the subject but as you turned to see him, a knot formed in your throat, he was on his knees, hands cupping the back of your neck, fingers between your hair, gripping you tightly as if begging you for something, glassy eyes full of emotion making your whole world turn to a stop, “I don’t think you grasp just how fucking amazing you are doll” he pleads, “your heart… is so kind, even to those that don’t deserve it, and you’re so sweet and so frigging strong baby” he laughs which makes you laugh, “and your mind works in a way that amazes me, nothin’ special my ass” he mimmicks your voice with an eye roll, thumbs caressing your temples he smiles “you’re extraordinary, and… I love you” he murmurs, all you can do in response is tackle him to the ground and smother him in kisses.

E is even more than anyone that you adore

Gerry Rafferty’s Right Down the Line is blasting through the speakers, your mint-green dress and hair flowing as you’re being twirled by your blue-eyed man. Bucky thought you looked heavenly… breathless, you were always beautiful but seeing you free of inhibitions, hair on the wind, contagious laughter, wearing a dress that accentuated your body, it was a sight to behold. He could barely keep his hands off of you, he was always handsy, it was his love language, but when under the influence, he became a 6’3 needy, clingy, hungry koala bear.

Because you almost crashed into the bride and groom, between giggles and laughs you tried pulling Bucky out of the dance floor “c’mon Jamie, we’re way too drunk to dance” you said as you pulled him by the collar, making him trip a little, with a grimace he scoffs “you can NEVER bee too drunk to dance baby”, almost turning his back on you and going back dancing, you reach his arm and get on your toes, whispering in his ear, moments later he dramatically gasps “YOU DIRTY DOG! Buy me dinner first” he yells, making a few heads turn, which makes your face turn red, before you could jab him he wrapped his arms around you and dragged you out of there wheezing and laughing. Thankfully your whole family was drunk and too and focused on your cousin and his bride to notice that Bucky stole two champagne bottles and a hotel key, “Buckyyy you’re gonna get us in trouble” you hissed, probably making more fuss than you should’ve, laughing his ass off, Bucky just takes your hand while holding two bottles in the other, failing miserably at leaving the room quietly and unnoticed.

Dress and tux discarded long ago, you two were in bed, both bottles of champagne downed, you in a set of black lingerie and Bucky in red trunks. After an intense make-out session, you were straddling his lap, his hardened bulge beneath your clothed core, hands in his hair, lips on his neck as you recovered your breath. “You’re always so soft” he murmurs against your neck as his hands stroke your back and arms, making you chuckle, you move your head to look at him, admiring the tattoos on his shoulder your mouth starts to salivate, but once your eyes connect you sigh in content “I love you, you big ol’ softie”.

Biting his lip, he grips your big thighs and flips you down, a yelp escaping your lips, once he’s on top of you, he starts peppering you with kisses starting with your face, “love was made for me and you doll” he says with a dopey smile, “Romeo and Juliet would be fucking jealous of us” he growls into your skin, the smell of your perfume driving him crazy, his words make you giggle “someone’s drunk” you tease but then you’re cut off, each sound he made as he worshiped your body was intoxicating, you couldn’t focus.

Nipping the crevice of your breasts he marks you, each gentle bite a declaration of his devotion to you, as his warm tongue laps up each mark, your back arches, he wants people to know that you let him own you, you want to be his, he’s completely ruined you for anyone and you’re happy about it. A particular harsh bite makes you gasp, making him preen. Moving down to your stomach, your breath starts to pick up, his kisses are more teeth and tongue, and he knows exactly where to kiss you, he knows your body better than you at this point, he knows how to get you begging for him.

Grabbing you by the ankles he pulls you towards him and takes off your panties before placing your legs on his broad tattooed shoulders, kneading your thick thighs, his fingers dig into your soft skin, Bucky starts leaving a trail of hot open kisses on your legs. Closing in on your core you start to squirm more “stay still sweetheart, I want to make you feel good”, taking a deep breath you grip the sheets, trying not to move too much, “you deserve to feel good baby, you deserve everything good in this world” he moans against your inner thigh “I’m going to give you the world, I promise” he whispers thinking you didn’t hear because of the state of your contorted face, chuckling he dives in.

Multiple orgasms and a two-hour nap later, both of you laid naked, Bucky on his back and your head on his chest with one leg over his waist, sheets crumpled and tossed aside, tracing your back with his finger Bucky stared at the ceiling, there was so much he wanted to say, but you just looked so damn peaceful in your sleep, and as if you read his thoughts, your voice interrupted his train of thought “You have something on your mind” you mumble with a sleepy voice and your eyes closed, in shock, Bucky laughs “how did you know?”, moving up your head to see him, you throw him your best smile “I’m not spilling my secrets just yet”.

You move away from his chest and lean your head on your hand, after he does the same he scrunches his nose “what did I do to deserve you?” he wonders out loud, biting the inside of your cheek you refrain from saying something corny, after a moment of silence “I meant what I said, you deserve the world, and I’m going to give it to you” he claims with a determined look you’ve never seen before, he really means it…

“Our wedding is gonna kick this wedding’s ass” he smirks, which makes you giggle, “you’re gonna get your college degree and be a hot-shot artist… I’ll get my act together, we’re gonna see the world, maybe get you knocked up” he whispers that last part with a wicked grin, your eyes widen, you can’t even picture yourself pregnant right now, but you’re not closed to the possibility. Hearing him talk about the future made you smile from ear to ear, holding his hand you bite your lip “I like the sound of that… but what made you think of all this?”, jumping on top of you he starts attacking you with kisses “I’ve been thinking about this since the moment I saw you sweetheart”, he says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, arching your eyebrow, knowing he’s holding back makes him sigh “and also… I got a job offer”.

Love is all that I can give to you

It’d been 10 minutes since you parked outside of the bus station, neither of you spoke… you couldn’t, you’ve been dreading this day since the moment he told you he got a job (which he hasn’t been able to explain what it is exactly) in New York. Those last few months you spent every day together, barely being apart for more than two days, and of course you wanted to beg him to stay but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it, deeply afraid of the answer you remained quiet.

Interrupting your train of thought you felt his hand nuzzle in your neck, but you immediately moved away from his touch, making his face drop, shaking your head you bit your lip trying to suppress a sob, with glassy eyes Bucky bit the inside of his cheek, and without even asking he cupped your face tightly, and kissed your forehead, a tear sliding down his face, “I’ll come back for you” he whispered and got out of the car.

You watched him leave you behind, your pride was begging you to start the car and go, but the ache in your heart wouldn’t allow it. Getting out of the car you shouted for him, following him inside you were able to reach him, both of you had red eyes and tear-stained cheeks, and you couldn’t stand the thought of him being sad, even if it was his own doing. Taking a deep breath you took a step closer but still kept arm's length distance… like a stranger, as if you didn’t love him with everything you are, “why are you doing this to us?” you say with a shaky voice, willing yourself not to scream at him, lower lip trembling he tries to take a step closer but you back away, “I’m doing this for us!”, you shake your head, refusing to believe him, “ if you go there won’t be an us” you cry, at that Bucky storms towards you and grips your waist “no matter where we are I’ll always be yours, and you’ll always be mine” he declares, those blue eyes piercing your soul, you knew he was right.

“Every moment we spent together, every touch, every conversation, they.still.matter, whether I’m a bus ride away or in fucking China, no matter how much time passes… there’s no me without you”, searching in his eyes for any lie or doubt you find none, so your hands fly to the back of his neck and you pull him for a passionate kiss.

As your tongues dance with each other, you grip his long hair and his fingers dig into your skin, definetely leaving a bruise for later, you don’t even mind, all you want is for him to stay… “please don’t leave me” you whisper against his lips in a last attempt to convince him, sniffling, he cups your face and musters a small smile, “if I stay, love is all I can give to you… and that’s not enough sweetheart” he pleads, almost letting his voice break, and before you could say anything back he rubs your temples, begging you to listen to him “right before my dad walked out on us, the last thing he said to me was provide, not even take care of your Ma, or look out for your sister, provide… being a shitty mechanic earning minimum wage ain’t gonna cut it anymore, my family deserves better than that, and you ARE my family doll, I need to do this and I need you to trust me”. He takes your hand and kissed your knuckles before placing it in his heart “will you?” he mouths, looking at you like you hold his entire world, and without a second thought you nod.

There’s so much more you want to say but as you checked the clock you knew his bus would leave soon, so you wrapped your arms around him and clung to him, finally letting out a propper sob as you felt him kiss your temple and neck. Staying like that for as long as you could… you being the first to let go, he cups your face like he’s done a million times before and kisses you, noses nudging each other you whisper “I love you Bucky”, nodding with glassy eyes, “I love you” he whispers back and finally walks away.

Two in love can make it

It wasn’t easy, being apart from him… no one really understood why you were so heartbroken “you were barely one year together” they all would say, you couldn’t blame them, saying it out loud, it did sound crazy, maybe it really was a fling, ‘young love’. As the time passed you learned it wasn’t just a fling, four years of college passed and you still had no desire to start a new relationship or even a simple hook up, not that you had many suitors but still, your love for your blue-eyed man never wavered. You stayed in contact, messaging as much as you could, a call at least once a month, they were bread crumbs but they kept you from starving.

Today had been a particularly hard day, you argued with your mom over the dirty dishes, ran out of money so you had to take the bus to work, ran late so you got yelled by your shitty boss, only to get yelled by a shitty customer, spilled hot coffee on yourself and to top it all, you forgot to bring your lunch… so it was safe to say that at the end of your shift you were more than done.

Shop empty, after cleaning everything spotless you went to the back to get your stuff and the sound of someone coming in made your stomach drop “rushing back front to tell them you were closed, your body froze and all words died on your tongue “You believe in love at first sight or should I walk by again?” the bastard said with a knowing smirk, your bad mood disappeared and without thinking twice, you ran towards his open arms, and oomph leaving his mouth as you crashed into him, arms immediately wrapping around his middle and his cradling your head.

Pulling away to get a better look at you he bites his lips “you haven’t aged a bit doll, still just as beautiful as the day I met ya” he says with a hand over his heart, swooning. He hadn’t aged as well, he was still an adonis but he did look different, he looked more buff (if that was even possible), he was wearing a perfectly tailored wide-lapel suit, his hair was cut short, a well-groomed beard around his face (you absolutely loved that) and even more tattoos, the ones on his hands and neck stood out the most for you, he looked impossibly good, he carried the same confidence but power oozed out of him.

Noticing you staring, blue eyes chuckled and took a step forward, the smell of mint- chocolate overwhelmed you, making your knees tremble, and as his face slowly approached yours, you realized that his hands were roaming your frame… “tell me you’re still mine” he breathed out, taking a gulp your hands slid up to his chest, “always Jamie” you desperately nodded, praying he would believe you, “are you?” you timidly asked, “taking a hold of your jaw, face impossibly close and yet not enough he nods “there is no me without you” and before your lips could touch, a man with a gun in hand walks into the shop, you inmediatelly grip Bucky’s arm “Sir we need to get going”, after dismissing him, Bucky turns to you with a pleading look “ready to come home?”, there were so many questions you wanted to ask, and you weren’t really sure if he meant your home, New York or somewhere else, but you went with your gut. Once you closed the shop, you followed him to the limo that was waiting outside, sitting next to him you took his hand and looked into his beautiful cerulean blue eyes, they were the same, you knew they were home, you knew it from the moment you saw him.

[lilolpotato]

Chemicals

In which Miya Atsumu slowly poisons his girlfriend’s mind, and Suna Rintaro gives her the antidote

Warnings: Toxic behavior, body shaming, like 2 swear words

Genre: ANGST

At first it was small. That’s how it always starts, really.

You both had started dating recently, and you were in the honeymoon phase.

He would constantly make you blush, never failing to compliment you.

“Princess! If you were an angle you would be an aCUTE angle” he would wink, before hugging you and telling you how beautiful you looked that day.

Maybe it was wishful thinking or naivety, but those days you thought you both would never break up.

You spent summer nights in his muscular arms, dreaming about how handsome he would look in a suit, about the words he would say as you’re getting married, about how his face would look when he sees you in your wedding dress.

You got late on your way to the gym, he was going to walk you home like always.

You decided to just buy him a snack instead of making one like you would usually

His eyebrows creased in disappointment when you handed him the snack you bought

“You seriously bought it?”

Atsumu was too consumed in taking out his frustrations to notice your eyes growing sad

But he played it off like a joke later, and apologized.

He made excuses that he was tired from practice, or that he was frustrated with his last test grade

“Sorry princess, I swear I didn’t mean it. You know I’m grateful for how supportive you are!” He whined, “I love you, I wouldn’t change you.”

With a kiss on the lips, the incident was forgotten.

The next time he got angry was when you were late to a date

Your were stuck at the store, getting yourself some band-aids because you fell and it was bleeding, but the line was very long

It wasn’t an anniversary or an important or particularly expensive place, but it still made him angry.

You walked in half an hour late, bruises and scrapes all over your arms and legs looking like you’d just gone through hell, with a smile

You expected your Tsumu to fuss over you, give you kisses, and tell you everything was gonna be okay.

“Is this you trying to get me back for getting mad at you when you bought me that shitty snack instead of making me something? You know, all of my past girlfriends would make me delicious bentos and take care of me the right way.”

Your face dropped.

He dragged his hands through his golden hair, and the eyes that you fell in love with became eyes you were intimidated by

That day you cleaned your wounds on your own, trying to tell yourself that he shouldn’t have been that angry

But when you looked inside your heart, all you found was love and guilt.

The next day at his practice, you brought a bento you had spent hours working on, bandaids everywhere and your Tsumu apologized and moved on.

“Sorry babe, I was frustrated with practice. Love ya, bye.” He said nonchalantly.

A peck on the lips and the incident was forgotten.

You sat at the bench cheerfully, watching the team, happy that your problems were ‘solved’

Fox-like eyes noticed all your scrapes and bruises, and he sat next to you during breaks in practice, the same breaks Atsumu used to talk to his teammates and fan girls, and he asked you if you were okay.

While your Tsumu should have been consoling you, Suna was fussing over you, telling you everything was going to be okay, as your fake cheerful attitude dropped. His fists clenched as you tearfully admitted how Atsumu felt about your shortcomings as an s/o

That day, and the days after that, Suna Rintaro acted more like a boyfriend than your Tsumu did, despite your Rin only being your best friend.

Atsumu would say, “Babe, are you wearing make up? You know I like your natural look.”

And your Rin would assure you, “You look stunning no matter what you put on your face” with a tiny grin and adoring eyes.

“Hey, princess? Can you put on some make up? Your skin is looking irritated today.” Atsumu would advise.

Your Rin would disagree, shaking his head, “Even if your skin ‘looks irritated’ or whatever, who said that’s a bad thing? You should put whatever you want on your face, sweetheart, don’t listen to him.” And you would tease your Rin for being cheesy.

Atsumu would look at you in surprise,“You can’t fit into the dress I bought you? Maybe you should lose some weight, my ex was a size zero, but don’t worry, I won’t expect you to get there in a day!”

Your Rin would tell you, “I think you look beautiful, size 0 or size 100! Is there a size 100?” You would laugh together as he grumbled that talking to you was making him lose brain cells.

His foxlike eyes watched you, as he admitted to himself that he would make himself look stupid however many times if it made you laugh like that.

Atsumu would critique, “You should eat more. You’re looking pale these days, it’s kind of bothering me.”

And your Rin snapped at him that day, saying “I think your girlfriend can very much choose what she wants to put in her body.”

Atsumu only shrugged and continued munching on the bento you had painstakingly made for him

Your Rin looked at his bento in envy

Osamu would only give you a small apology whenever he heard Atsumu say something mean to you.

He didn’t know you very well, but he did know that you didn’t deserve to be treated like that. However, he wasn’t aware of how often Atsumu would insult you.

As the days went by, you noticed a difference between your Tsumu and Atsumu.

Atsumu hurt you. Atsumu scolded you for your mistakes. Atsumu made you question whether you were good enough to be his girlfriend.

Your Tsumu would never make you feel that way. To your Tsumu, you were a treasure, and he was grateful to keep you.

You and your Rin were walking on the grounds, because Atsumu was mad at you again.

“You’re talking to Suna too often!” He had huffed angrily, “Don’t be such a slut! He’s my best friend, don’t lead him on like that. Are you cheating on me?”

You convinced yourself that things will get better, that it was only Atsumu’s insecurities making him angry and hurtful so often.

The final dose of poison was when he fed some of the bento you had made to one of his fangirls.

They had asked for a taste, eyes sparkling, taking about how Atsumu and Osamu always had the best bentos.

So Atsumu took the chopsticks he was using, the same ones that his lips were on, and used it to feed that girl.

He was unaware that you were tearfully watching, your Rin at your side, your heart officially broken.

You walked up to him, asking him how could you do that, how could you hurt me like this?

But he scowled angrily, and those eyes, the same eyes you were once in love with, the eyes you were scared of, glared at you with so much hatred your knees almost went weak.

And after he said, “So now ya understand how it feels?” in such a petty way, the tears you’ve been holding back for so long finally came bursting forth, and so you told him, “I’m done.”

His eyes widened in realization, and before he could say anything, you finally stood up for yourself.

Because then, you told him what he’d been doing to you as the fangirl and your Rin, your currently seething Rin, watched.

“You’re poison, Miya Atsumu. You tell me to lose weight, so I starve myself. You tell me I’m a slut, that I’m not good enough. You’ve told me that I’m not pretty enough without make up, that I shouldn’t wear make up. I foolishly followed because I loved you!” You stomped your foot in frustration of your past actions.

And you walked away.

You walked to your Rin, the one who treated you how you deserve to be treated.

Because you deserve better.

Atsumu only watched helplessly as your Rin put his muscular arm around you, as you leaned on his chest, as you walked away.

Miya Atsumu isn’t the one who gets dumped, he’s the one doing the dumping.

He tried to convince himself, delude himself that it wasn’t his fault but he knew it was.

Tears fell from his once scary eyes, years later, as he looked at the wedding invitation.

You’re invited to the wedding of L/n Y/n and Suna Rintaro

He never deserved you, he poisoned you, and now that the poison doesn’t have anywhere to go, it ended up consuming him.

Miya Atsumu, professional volleyball player and playboy, sat in the corner of his apartment with sobs racking his body as he cried over his mistakes and everything he’s lost.

[dragonsareourfuture]

Thank you for answering! Could I just have some short head canons on how the Wammy house boys (specifically Near and L) would cheer up their s/o after a hard/tiring day? I just had some money stolen which kinda sucks so it would mean a lot! Thank you again!! I love your writing for both Obey Me and Death Note!

Wammy Boys When Their s/o Has A Bad Day

OH NO DUDE I’m sorry that happened to you!! These are a bit late but of course I can whip up some headcanons! Thanks so much!

Near

- Probably doesn’t even realize you’re upset at first.

- But he’s honestly just very soft when you come home in general so it doesn’t really matter. You have his comfort either way.

- It will probably be later into the evening when he asks you to do something and you have to explain to him that you’ve just had a tough day and would appreciate if you could get some time to just lay around and not worry about anything.

- “Alright. When do you think you’ll get to it, then?”

- Explain to him again that you need to relax. Please don’t snap at him though, he doesn’t know what he did wrong. He’s just trying to plan ahead.

- Once he understands that you relaxing means you actually don’t want to do anything at all, he’ll propose that you put on a movie and play a board game together.

- if you start to lose he’ll make up fake rules that switch everything around so you win or, if that feels unfair to you, he’ll straight up just let you win and not tell you.

- Ugh that little smile he gives you. ‘S too cute. You instantly start to feel better when he sends it your way. That dumb goofy lil grin thing he does. Wow.

- It gets you calmed down/comfortable enough to talk about your shitty day and Near will listen to every single word. He’s the type to offer advice afterwards and recap the story to make sure you know he listened attentively. He wants to make sure you feel heard.

L

- L’s like Near in the way that he struggles to tell that there is something wrong unless you make it incredibly obvious or outright say that you’ve had a rough day.

- When he figures it out he’s just like “Oh. That’s unfortunate. Is there anything you need?”

- He may seem like he doesn’t care but please know that’s not the case. He genuinely wants to know if you need something so that you can feel better and, believe me, if there is he will get it for you.

- Asks Watari to make you “cheer up cake”, which is basically just your favorite flavor. If you’re not a cake fan (how dare) Watari will bring you whatever strikes your fancy.

- L tries to be more empathetic by thinking of times when he felt stuck during a case. Remembering the anguish he felt during those times helps when he’s trying to comfort you.

- “It feels bad now, I know. But you’ll make it out of this. And when you do, you won’t have to feel the hardships of today ever again. Of course, you’ll have to feel the burdens of other hardships later on in life, but that’s later.”

- Turns off the lights if you have a headache so the room is easier on your eyes. It doesn’t matter what he’s doing, he’s worked in the dark before.

- Before he even thinks about starting on his work again he makes sure you’re comfy and relaxed.

Mello

- He completely understands the feeling of coming home and thinking “wow what a shitstorm of a day”. He empathizes with you a ton.

- He can’t really verbalize that though. He doesn’t like getting all mushy and talking about feelings (as much as it would benefit him).

- So when Mello senses that you’re angry, bummed, or just plain exhausted, he’ll say the first thing that comes to mind, “Who do I have to fight to make you feel better?”

- Give him someone to fight and he’ll actually start putting on his jacket but will immediately stop and wrap it around you instead if you say you were kidding (If you weren’t he’d actually go beat the shit out of someone like he wasn’t joking either).

- He pulls you over to the nearest couch or bed so you can get comfortable, turns the fan on/off to make it the temperature you prefer, and insists you keep his jacket since you like it so much. If you comment about how attentive and caring he’s being he’ll just say “I know” and move on. Truly does show how he’s more of an actions than words kinda guy, though.

- He then asks if you want to talk about it. If you do, he is the most attentive listener and hype man, it’s unbelievable. if you start ranting, he’s there to agree with your points, listen to your worries, and trash talk anyone who treated you poorly.

Matt

- The moment you walk through the door he’s asking you to sit in his lap and watch him play games/play games with him. He’s hoping the relaxing atmosphere of watching him or the amusement of playing will distract you from whatever’s going on.

- He’ll make casual conversation with you that slowly turns to questions about what happened. You barely see the change, so you answer him honestly.

- He might cook you some food. If heating up frozen food counts as “cooking”. He’s trying. It’s the thought that counts.

- Or if you want some distractions he’ll take you out to get food. He likes to people watch, so he’ll tell you the storylines he makes up for everyone at the restaurant.

- If staying inside is your jam, Matt will pick out a movie you both like and can quote by heart, hoping that the familiarity will ease you from your out of control day.

- His chill attitude really helps you relax from all the stress of the day.

[levisgirll]

𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 (𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐀𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

text: hello everyone! first off wanna thank each and every one of you that liked and enjoyed my writings <3 this honestly makes me happy and I’m glad to know that! so I decided to write this out for everyone as I had many ideas about this cute idea! you, y/n is levi ackerman’s first lover! it was stated by hajime isayama (author/illustrator of attack on titan) in a interview that levi has never been in a romantic relationship, but that all changes when he met y/n. It was also stated that when it does come to romance and love, isayama said that he expresses levi as awkwardly/clumsily when it comes to his lover. So find out some cute headcanons about him in his first relationship with Y/N!

synopsis: how’s it like for levi ackerman to be y/n’s boyfriend? and not only that but it’s also levi’s first partner ever, and including you! But you both don’t know that :,) so, what are the things you both would do as newbies in a relationship? (incoming real cute fluff- and levi trying his best to be your best boyfriend.)

fluff, headcanon, aot world ♡ —

To start off, you guys are both confused. Not sure what to do. Levi Ackerman’s first relationship and his first time having a partner actually makes him feel quite nervous as he wants to make sure he comes out as an ideal boyfriend for Y/N. Would definitely also start to overthink a lot at his start of his new relationship.

That’s cause, he wants to show you he is cool and got things under control and also even stronger towards you, he tries his best.

BUT, he doesn't know that it’s also y/n’s first relationship! and when they joined the Levi squad after Eren was taken in by the survey corps. Levi caught their eyes, and their causal interactions, talks and bond started to grow and slowly developing feelings.

Eren would definitely figure out that you had a crush on Levi and he would say in a shocked tone “Seriously...out of all the men. It’s the scary captain you like!”

After you guys got together, he started at first to show you some of his affections which is ruffling your hair, and he would do that whenever he catches you looking down or not smiling. He wants the best for you, and to smile instead. He wants to see that on your face cause it was one of the many things he loved about you. You lowkey liked that everytime he would ruffle your hair and you could feel his soft and gentle fingers on the top of your head, so lovely it makes your heart race.

He would let you call him Levi at first and he would kinda get upset sometimes when you say captain.

Whenever you go outside the walls, he knows you will be on the other side sometimes and not in his zone and that makes him worry like shit. He cant even focus on his mission and would think “Y/N, please dont die. Please.” Begging that you would be safe. When everyone regroups, he would look for you and and in a split second he recognizes you from afar and that makes his whole tense body relax. “Fuck. What took you long?” he would say that and go up to you, “I went to get some water for my horse, are you alright Levi?” He just stood there, studying your eyes which would make you blush and you guys....end up giving butterfly kisses to each other! and that now become your thing. And guess what, he REALLY likes them, it ironically gives him butterflies in his stomach too.

Once you guys part away, he would touch his eyelashes softly just to feel your touch again and sense that are you still by his side. alive. (please give him more hugs)

Whenever you get a cut, even the smallest ones, he would always say and bring his hand out towards you “Come here”. “Levi, dont worry its a small cut!” You shyly say, “I see the injury, so come here.” and he would proceed to treat you so carefully and his full focus and attention while treating you makes your mind race like crazy. His sharp grey eyes on your knee and his finger tips would be cold when he touches your skin and that would make you shiver but you felt his love. And it made you love him again and again.

He would take any opportunity to treat your smallest injuries just as his ‘excuse’ to be really near you. And when he is done, he would look up and glance at your eyes and you guys just sit there looking at each other so loveling. He wants to try kissing you so bad and you can tell by the look of his eyes on how he focus on your pupils as it dilates, and he gets lost in your beautiful eyes. You both were about to kiss until someone calls out your name and that broke your focus and jolted up so quickly, blushing like crazy. He gets also lowkey embarrassed, and both of you get up. “O-Okay, I have to go....thanks Levi.” and he would nod with a slight blush.

Whenever he sees you carrying stuff as he would pass by, he always offers to carry it for you but still takes it away from you either way. 

He notice he is such a gentleman towards you especially and he is actually a loyal and a great man for you (too great).

He knows he stutters a lot whenever he tries to talk to you, so he doesn't trust himself to talk much to you cause he always fucks up, so he would rather listen.  When you guys meet up and talk about your day, Levi ends up being such a good listener and he loves hearing what you always had to say. “Go on, tell me more.”

Later in the relationship, he starts to feel less nervous after having many talks with you during late nights in his office and he open up to you. About his past, his life in the underground and then you later realized he is quite talkative. Would  definitely bitch about you with others and he does that on purpose cause he wants to see you laugh about it, and when you do he feels so great, you boost his ego. 

Once he was with the other soliders to train them combat style training, and he did such an impressive move that you saw from a distance. You would later go up to him and he noticed you, "Wow you're awesome when you did that move!" you would say with such an amazed expression and that actually makes him happy inside but then said “...and when I don't?" This man is always concerned, and he kinda lowkey wants you to complement him more?? Becomes needy about it.

Mentioning that, you guys slowly started to use pet names for each other. He really takes pride to it and feels so lucky to have someone to call him that and not anyone but you saying it to him meant the world for him. but, once you did not say love just once, and he actually went back to his office and really though about it for the rest of the day. He becomes really quiet in the evening and you can’t figure out what it is. So you asked. “Love what’s wrong?”. And there, he started to talk a lot more now. He realized then he can act like a kid sometimes but you found it so cute.

He also memorized and remembers your knocks and footsteps and just calls you in before even addressing anything. He was secretly waiting for you to come and he got the tea ready, and of course the table clean and even the chair extra clean cause he doesn't want any dirt on you. And of course, you are his lover so he wants the best for you.

You and Levi planned to go out to the city to buy some stuff, but he wanted to surprise you and take you to wall sina instead to this small shop to buy you an accessory that you liked. But that failed since it started to rain, “Great, shitty fucking weather.” 

Always touches your cheek tenderly and ask what is wrong when he sees you down. “Love, tell me.” He would keep looking at you and you would suddenly forget what made you upset and start to get timid . “Come on...stop you are making me shy..”. He just loves looking at you especially your eyes. “Y/N”. Suddenly he got all serious, and he gently grabbed your both of your shoulders. “I really…l-like you…” he tried to say all clumsily while leaning close to your face, but you know he is trying his best to show you his affection and love.

Whenever he gives you his back and you would see his neat and clean undercut, you would leave small kisses on it. That’s when you found out thats his soft and sensitive spot and he blushes like crazy, not expecting it but doesn't say anything. Once he was in his office alone, he would cover his face with his left hand and start to nervously say ‘Fuck...why is Y/N so damn cute, I’m gonna lose it.’

Levi loves to tease you sometimes, when they tell Levi to cut it out, but he would turn around and give you a small smirk and...chuckle a bit? You would think, wait actually nevermind let him continue.

Anything, literally anything you ask Levi to do or bring something, he is already up and willing to get it for you. “Hey love, could I please-”. “Here.” He knew what you wanted, a snack, so he just open his drawer and gave you your favorite pack of biscuits. “Have it all.” It was one of his ways to show affection and would actually feel good once you thanked him. Watch him giving you more next time.

Keeps. every. single thing. you give your man. He even has a separate drawer for you and he cherish the things you give him. You are the only one who does that to him and he loved that you were the one.

Outside, in the training area, when no one was looking he would push some of your hair that was hanging on your side behind your one of your ear. And you both would exchange glances, a look which both needed the other and the love was real.

Surprise, but he loves it when you kiss his Adam’s apple and would close his eyes while hugging you tightly.

You are the only one he trusts to have his keys to his office and once when Levi entered his office, he saw y/n laying on the coach, sleeping so quietly it warmed his heart. “Y/N waited for me this whole time?”. He would sit beside y/n and cover them with his jacket. He secretly then takes your hand and kisses it.

Overall, Levi has finally found the one, which is you, y/n. And this man would risk his life just for you. He would love his partner so deeply and wants to always be by your side and make sure that as long as you both had each other, things will be okay, and once everything is over he already thought that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you. 

well this was longer than I expected!! I really do hope you all enjoy this and somehow you felt some love and fluff from Levi c: please do leave a like or a reblog if you liked it! 

[islesnucks]

can you please write more for joel? he's the best and there aren't that many fics about him here

you are damn right my man bee deserves more love, hope you like it!

THIS IS YOUR WAY OF APOLOGIZING? - JOEL FARABEE X READER

Word count: 686

Warning: a really little piece of angst, then just lots of fluff

Summary: apologizing to Joel because of something you said isn’t as easy as it seems, but he loves you for that

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“So …” you said, dragging the last letter as you walked into the room. Joel was sitting on the couch on the other side of the room checking something on his phone, but he quickly put it away when he heard you.

He wanted to seem mad, he really did, but the way you were standing far from him, playing with your hands and avoiding his gaze as you struggled with something that seemed so simple was too adorable. You were his soft spot, there was no point in hiding it.

“So …” Joel mimicked you, trying to hide the smirk in his face since he already knew where this was going.

You looked at him, silently begging him not to make you say it but the playful look in his eyes was enough to understand he wasn’t going to let you get away with it so easily. No, he wanted to hear you say it. Heat rushed to your cheeks and you looked away letting out a deep sigh.

“I was a jerk today.” you finally admitted.

“Yes, you were.” The smug smile in his face made you roll your eyes as you grabbed a pillow and threw it his way to erase said smile. He caught it easily letting out a chuckle.

“This is your way of apologizing? Throwing things at my face?”

“Who said I’m apologizing? I’m just recognizing I was a jerk earlier today.” you barked back but it only made him laugh, finding your stubbornness too cute.

“Come here smartass.” He opened his arms with the sweetest smile and that was enough to leave all pride behind, in a second you were making your way across the room and nestling to his side as his arms wrapped around you.

Your head laid on his chest and you felt him laugh once again beneath you before placing a kiss on the top of your head.

“I’m sorry.” you finally said, stretching your neck to face him.

“I know, I know.” He smiled down at you reassuringly, wanting to make you feel better after noticing you truly felt bad for how wrong you had treated him.

“I had a shitty day but I shouldn’t have taken it out on you. I really didn’t mean anything I said. I know it’s not your fault you have a busy schedule and if you could you’d always be there for me."

Your words touched him, it was easy to see in his tender gaze. He hugged you a little tighter against him wanting to feel you closer. He loved his job, it was a dream come true, but he hated how it would sometimes keep him away from the people he loved. You knew that and you knew it had been a cheap shot to use it against him earlier.

“You are the best boyfriend I could ask for and I love you so so much.”

“I love you.” he replied, already leaning to connect your lips in a much needed kiss.

It was soft and warm but also passionate, each trying to show the other how much they meant to the other, that nothing was gonna tear you apart. His hand was cupping your face, thumb gently caressing your cheek. It was a little too long to be a simple kiss and too sweet to be something more, but that middle ground was perfect. The way you were able to share so many emotions with a simple kiss was a level of intimacy you had never experienced before Joel and you didn’t want to experience with no one else. It felt right, like you connected, like it was meant to be.

“Thanks for putting up with me.” you said once you had pulled away, bodies still glued.

“It’s gonna take a lot more than some stupid comment in the heat of the moment to get rid of me.”

“And for that I’m so thankful.”

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bonsoir, how are you ? well a hc for levi to a kind and shy cadet s/o, who respect everybody but when she gets mad, she'll answer with sarcasm cuz she's dumbass without being afraid or caring about the punishment(even if it's keith or another chef, no body have the right to treat her like a shit) merçi beaucoup ^^ 🖤🖤

C/n: Hello, French anon! I’m great thanks. Thanks for requesting. I am also a dumbass in this scenario. I call out bullshit to people and I don’t even care if it’s my teachers or someone who holds authority to me. If you’re being an ass to me, I’ll call you out. Got me in heaps of trouble but that never stopped me. Anyway I hope that you enjoy🤍

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HCs on Levi’s shy, kind s/o being a respectable person but being not afraid to call out shit.

Y/n was an amazing soldier.

She was kind and respectful to everyone.

That’s what caught Levi’s eye. No matter the situation, Y/n always smiled and brought her comrades up. She was a person who shyed away even from the smallest of compliments but still had that respect to her higher ups.

But everyone saw a different side to her when another commander came from the Military Police to visit the Survet Corps.

Commander Jackson was watching all the cadets train. Especially a certain girl. Y/n was adjusting her straps and helping Connie as well.

Walking up to her, the cadets watch commander Jackson carefully. He was know for being an intimidating man so this was going to be fun to watch.

“State your name cadet.”, he says as he watches Y/n straighten herself.

“Cadet L/n, sir!”, she says and salutes. “Mmm you’re too pretty to be soldier, do you know that? A poor, fragile thing like you should be at home.”, Jackson says while moving closer to her.

Levi was watching the interaction. Erwin as well but he couldn’t hear what they were saying.

Y/n ceases her eyebrows. “With all due respect, commander, you really have a shitty personality. An old man like you should be in a retirement home while we fight the monsters you’re too afraid to face.” The commanders eyes widened while she smirked.

“You little shit. You’d pay for talking back to your superior officer.”, he says grinding his teeth. “Erwin!”, he shouts while Y/n steps back, with her hands folded behind her.

Erwin comes from his spot and walks up to them. “What is it, Commander?” “This piece of shit cadet of yours needs to learn some respect.”, Jackson says. Erwin looks at Y/n, “what did you say?”

“Well I just told the sexist commander here that he should grow some balls to fight Titans instead of making sexist comments to the women of the Survey Corps.”, Y/n tells her commander.

Levi was behind Erwin listening to his girlfriend defend herself. Smirking to himself he steps in. He knew she would get punished, only best if he was the one to give the punishment.

“Alright, L/n. Fifty laps around the field. Let’s go.”, he says. Y/n blushes slightly at the sound of her lover’s voice. But nonetheless, she salutes, takes off her gear and runs to do her laps. She’s done much more so it won’t be much.

Later that day in their room, Y/n comes out the bathroom while drying her hair.

Levi was laying on their bed in his shorts and no shirt on.

Y/n looks at him and she could feel her face heat up. They’ve been together for a while but she couldn’t help but feel like this everytime she sees him shirtless.

She turns around and puts the towel on her head when a pair of strong arms wrap around her, lifting her up and throwing her on the bed.

Levi hovers over her, while looking at her cherry face.

“What’s wrong, L/n? You can backchat a commander but you get flustered seeing your boyfriend without a shirt on?”, he says leaning towards her.

“Sh-Shut up, Levi.” Y/n says covering her face.

Y/n might be able to stand her ground, but she was still the shyest cadet around Levi.

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“Sexism isn’t cool. Don’t be a dick like Commander Jackson.”

🖤🤍Thanks for reading🤍🖤

-Caddy.

P.S Leather Jackets and Glasses Chapter Five will be released today! Stay tuned and if you want to be tagged, just ask✨

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If you don’t mind, can I ask NSFW alphabet with Ghiaccio? 🧊

Note: in all NSFW alphabets I describe how this character acts during sex with different partners, NOT with someone they love

Warnings: NSFW

Ghiaccio NSFW alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Ghiaccio mostly uses services of high-end prostitutes so he never actually frets over aftercare. Mafioso pays his partners money for sex, why would he care for partner’s well-being after the deed?

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On partner is plump soft lips, so pretty and perfect to wrap around Ghiaccio’s dick while sucking him off neatly. Blue-haired doesn’t really has a body part he’d love on himself, due to his stand’s ability his whole body is worked-out and it’s definitely something to be proud of

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Ghiaccio likes to show his dominance over partner in any possible way, he thinks that cumming on their face is a great way of doing so. Making partner swallow all his sperm down after fucking their throat raw really strokes blue-haired’s ego, he may even stroke their head idly if they did a good job

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Once he had tipsy sex with Melone after one especially hard and stressful mission. They two spent three days haunting their target and planning the killing itself, so at the end, when all work was done, Melone and Ghiaccio went to the nearest bar, hoping to get rid of the stress. And they succeeded. Both of them acted like nothing happened afterwards, just dressed up, fixed their hair and said “See ya soon”, coming home nonchalantly

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I think that Ghiaccio is about 25, so it’s obvious that he’s pretty experienced (look at this man, he can’t be a virgin). Blue-haired has tried almost everything, so he definitely knows what he’s doing

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

His personal favorites are missionary and all related (so he can choke partner), doggystyle and the one where he fucks partner form behind while laying on the side

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

The only sounds blue-haired wants to hear from his partner during sex are moans, whimpers and pleadings, every other thing will be treated like misbehaving and then punished harshly

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Ghiaccio’s pubes are very curly, but he always keeps himself clean-shaved and he prefers the same on partners, or maybe some fancy trim like heart-shaped carpet

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Blue-haired only expects to receive some pleasure and a few orgasms from his partners, so he definitely won’t treat them like a fragile little doll. Ghiaccio is fairly harsh on himself, so being soft and caring is not about him

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

For Ghiaccio sex is one of the ways to get rid of all the rage he has bubbling within his body, this is why he jacks off often. It almost never lasts for more than 5 mins because man literally wrings orgasm out of himself with a tight fist stroking his dick on the speed of light

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Ooooof, a huge fan of impact play, so facefucking, slapping, hair tugging, degrading and bondage is always on the list. Blue-haired also has a thing for his partner calling him a master or signore, it really just blows his brains out and Ghiaccio turns into monster in bed, fucking his partner mercilessly. Also, dry humping and clothed sex, due to his short temper mafioso sometimes doesn’t have enough patience for undressing, so he just does the deed without getting off his garments

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He usually fucks at the hotel room he’s booked a day before, so wherever inside of apartments is fine. And, we all remember his red sport car, right? Sex there always feels special for man, so this is definitely one of his favorite places to get some quality time

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Ghiaccio’s tantrums are the best motivation ever. Mafioso had a shitty day - he will fuck then to get rid of the stress. It’s pretty hard to make mafioso going if he’s not in the right mood, no matter how hard partner try

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Water sports and all related. Just no. Ghiaccio is up to try everything, but this is his big no-no

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

One of his main kinks is facefucking so Ghia is all for a good blowjob. But when it comes to going down on someone… well, he’s not a fan. Especially when man has sex with prostitutes, he won’t ever go down on sex worker. It’s not like he’s disgusted of them or anything, it just doesn’t feel right for him (but not with someone Ghiaccio has feelings for, he’d gladly spend hours settled between beloved’s legs)

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Ghiaccio is kinda selfish in bed, doing whatever he wants, not caring much about partner’s feelings or preferences. Mafioso is always fast and rough, all his movements are harsh, his words are pure filth, but if partner are on some kinky stuff - Ghiaccio is a perfect option

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

A HUGE FAN OF THEM! Ghiaccio loves sex, and even a 10 min session rises his mood for a little and helps to calm down, it may be penetration, oral or dry humping. The only bad thing about quickies is if he picks the last option, blue-haired is supposed to spend the rest of the day with his pants full of cum

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Mafioso enjoys having car sex, and it definitely means something. It’s not about public places like park or crowded beach, but semi-public places as club restroom or dressing room are always on the list

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Ghiaccio may last for a lot of rounds, 5 or 10, it all depends on his mood, but every round doesn’t last for long - 5-8 mins in general. But he also can go for 2-3 make out sessions during a day, each of them may consist of 5 rounds

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Ghiaccio prefers doing everything with his own hands (especially fingers hehehe), so his collection of toys starts and ends with two different-sized gags

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s really into orgasm denial, but only on his partners. If they try to tease him, well, it definitely won’t end up well for them

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Ghiaccio has really dirty mouth, so he won’t shut up, degrading and insulting his partner to no end, calling them a whore and filthy slut, so greedy for his cock inside of them. Blue-haired also lets out quiet groans and swearings, but he never moans, thinking that it’s definitely not cool and manly

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Ghiaccio is terrified of the thought of accidentally making a baby, so at the age of 23 he got his vasectomy surgery. But he still uses condoms, mafioso cares for his health and perspective of getting HIV is definitely not that appealing

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Blue-haired is 5,5 inches when fully hard, slightly curved, head is a little bit pinker than the shaft, more on the thinner side. Totally smooth, a single vein pokes at the bottom part of the shaft, closer to the base

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

On the calm days Ghiaccio’s sex drive is normal, low you could say, he’s just living his best life, enjoying random simple things. But on hard days (which happened to be almost every day), mafioso tries his best to suppress his urge to kill everyone, so his yearning is really high

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Blue-haired feels a little bit sleepy after cumming, but Ghiaccio is not the one for sleeping after sex. He just zips his pants back up and continues doing whatever he was, just like nothing happened

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hii! can I request levihan headcanons? loved the vets trio one,, thank youu♥️

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Levi Ackerman

Levi fucking a d o r e s Hanji.

Like he sits there and calls her names like shitty glasses and four eyes, but in reality he is screaming on the inside because he loves her eyes.

One time she didn’t wear her glasses at night and ran into a door. Levi showed his soft side for like 5 minutes because he actually got scared she hurt her head when she was just laughing about it

Usually when in public and she hurts herself, he acts unfazed. But in private he turns into a little mom-

But 9/10 when she actually does something stupid as fuck he seriously isn’t fazed anymore

When they take showers together, he really likes to wash her hair. He claims it’s satisfying because her hair is so soft.

Levi and her don’t sleep together much because they are always super busy, but when they do, Levi is a l w a y s the little spoon

But that’s okay because hange doesn’t mind being big spoon

One day he told her if she didn’t brush her teeth then he would never kiss her again and she got really upsetti spaghetti

But she did it anyways-

These guys FUCK LIKE RABBITS- like when I say they don’t stop; they just d o n t.

Like for some reason when they are together, it can go on for ages and they both still have fun

I mean yes they climax multiple times but these dudes just l o v e to fuck on another level that’s seriously scary

Levi lives for the fact Hanji is a switch-

One time Hanji slipped some weak whiskey into his tea, and Levi didn’t notice because he was too tired. He ended up plastered because he’s such a lightweight and she had to take care of him for the rest of the night

When they both get a day off together, they like to go for walks.

Hanji talks about Titans the entire time and Levi just sighs and listens

He doesn’t have much to talk about so he enjoys listening to her ramble forever.

Levi really appreciates the fact that Hanji is super intelligent. He himself isn’t too academically smart so being with someone who is that way is very refreshing to him.

He actually never dated anyone until meeting Hanji

Sometimes he fantasizes about marrying her to help him fall asleep/deal with his insomnia

When he sleeps with her, he sleeps like a rock and doesn’t get nightmares

He has definitely been cradled before by Hanji from having PTSD attacks

Hanji tries to make him tea but it never comes out good.

He still drinks it and pretends it’s the best tea he’s ever had-

But usually they are dead honest with each other. Hurting each other’s feelings in nearly impossible because they are both super sarcastic

Now that I think about it, their flirting would be through sarcasm

Loves to dance with Hanji to Classical music.

Levi relies on Hanji to spill tea about the drama going on with the kids in the survey corps

It’s literally how he knows everything about them- I mean yes he’s very intelligent in the matter of reading people but he’s a captain, he’s too busy to focus on them 24/7

But Hanji happens to figure out everything and blabber it all to him so it’s a win/win situation-

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Hanji Zoë

Dear god does Hanji love this man

She thinks she started to fall for him when he walked away from her when she started to talk about Titans.

Why that of all things? Apparently to her that meant she got to “chase her prey”

I mean Hanji is slightly insane so it makes sense to me

anYWHO- Hanji has been through really bad relationships in her past so she was scared of falling for Levi

But Levi treats her really well in bed and out ;)

She actually trusts Levi more than anyone

Hanji really likes to message his hands for some reason

She claims they are soft like baby hands

Levi gets really annoyed when she says that-

One time she brought Levi breakfast in bed on his first day off in over a month and it made him almost cry

Like he was so happy that she did that-

Hanji is actually bad at cooking but she tries super hard. Levi knows this so he eats her food no matter how bad the taste is

Honestly they were a match made in heaven because of the fact he grew up in the underground so therefore he can stomach anything and everything with an unphased look. Including hanjis food

She has fantasized about Levi being a Titan shifter and wOW

Some nights Hanji cries because she constantly thinks and overthinks things like if Levi gets eaten

But Levi always finds her when she does cry (she goes and hides in a secret place like a closet) and holds her

So yes, he has held a crying Hanji in his lap while sitting in a closet

She tries to hide when she cries because she thinks if Levi sees she has a weak side then he won’t love her anymore like her ex’s did

Poor baby 🥺

But Levi comforts her nonetheless because of the times she has been there to comfort him

Her favorite drink is when Levi makes her Tea and puts a spoonful of honey in it.

There was a time when they both got sick and they had to take care of each other

When on her period and cramps are worse than usual, she forces Levi to carry her around like a kid

Levi goes out to the market and tries to find carrot cake for her before she even ask for it because he knows exactly what she likes.

As a prank she bought Levi the most expensive and nicest of cleaning supplies for his birthday...

But he didn’t think it was a prank and actually loved the gift-

She ended up pretending that it wasn’t a prank and saving his actual gift for some other time

Has a tiny plant growing in her office that she named after him

Levi doesn’t like that she named her plant after him and gets frustrated about it

So instead she pokes jabs at his name by calling the plant tiny-

Everytime they brawl/train together, after a few minutes of going back and forth she does some dirty trick to make him lose attention and it works

Hanji usually ends up on top but he’s starting to get used to her tricks now

But it always ends with them having a massive make out session so-

She actually taught Levi how to slow dance

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Okay that’s all. I hope you liked it!