#I will leave my askbox open when I go to sleep though if it's like a LOT when I wake up I may close it then

[onesidedradiostatic]

I thought you'd appreciate this.

HEEEEEELP WHAT IS THISDJGKSDF. yeah basically

[showf4lls]

ɞ ― make a home in you; chuckle sandwich

cw + info! fluff, headcanons / no CWs

includes! ted nivison + charlie slimecicle + jschlatt

dedication! @ivyinnit

notes! i’m currently trying to get over a breakup and am kind of struggling w yearning atmo so this request (while old) was kind of perfect thank you for dropping into my askbox, ivy!! little update: it’s been so long since i’ve received this request, i know. it should’ve been easy to get it out quickly, but school absolutely melted me this semester. i know that ivy’s deactivated now, but in the case that she comes across it, i hope you enjoy beloved <3

TED

⎼ y’all schedule out laundry days together. it’s cute as fuck okok

⎼ forehead and cheek kisses while you’re on your way out the door

⎼ if he wakes up before you, he makes your morning drink of choice just the way you like it! though, he prefers to sleep in with you

⎼ if you don’t have any important plans for the day and you’ve set alarms just for the sake of waking up at a certain time, he turns them all off before you wake up. he wants to give you an opportunity to rest as much as you need to; your body will wake up when it’s ready

⎼ brunch dates! while you guys prefer to sleep in together, you alternate between sleeping in and waking up at a reasonable hour depending on your plans. ted really likes taking you out to brunch and just walking around window shopping with you after

⎼ if either of you are going somewhere important, the other will help them get ready and run through a mental checklist with them before they go in order to make sure the person leaving has absolutely everything they need

⎼ y’all are constantly doing bits. it’s kind of confusing for your friends, but neither of you care much because you’re just having a great time

⎼ ted is an absolute gentleman always, not just in the honeymoon phase. constantly opening doors for you, helping you put your sweater on when you’re leaving the house, opening the car door for you. stuff like that

⎼ he rubber ducks for you a lot. just sits down near you and listens, letting you work out your issues by talking it out without feeling awkward about it

⎼ he’s just overall a great listener and very in-tune with your needs. only gives advice and input when you ask for it, but he always makes an effort to validate your feelings. holds you when you need him to and steps back when he senses that you need space. also really good at problem solving and helping out when you get overwhelmed or have sensory overload

– when you have bad days, he has a tendency to go above and beyond. he cooks dinner for you, makes sure your comfy clothes are all washed and clean, and generally just makes sure you have to do as little as possible so that you have the proper space to calm down

CHARLIE

– you guys have rapid fire joke contests together, usually late at night when you’re sitting on kitchen counters, snacking. you go back and forth until either the two of you are laughing so hard that it would be physically impossible to keep going, or someone can’t come up with a joke fast enough

– you try to stay on the sleep cycle but you both tend to get a little out of whack every once in a while, so you have these phases of going to sleep at a decent hour and then going to sleep when the sun is about to come up

– as such, you guys have these phases of making spontaneous runs to the grocery store or gas station to get snacks, usually cereal for some reason. you get whatever you want and charlie never lets you pay for any of it. on the later nights, you guys sometimes experiment with new flavors of things or weird snack combinations

– he has a thing about always making sure you’re warm enough. you’re a little chilly? he’s pulling his sweater off and pulling it over your head. once you’re all comfy and settled, he’s on his way to turn on the heater. your feet are cold? he’s running to get you a pair of fuzzy socks and a blanket in case your legs are cold too. even when you’re about to leave the house -- it’s colder than 50 outside? he’s scrambling around the house, gathering gloves and scarves and beanies for you to take with you in case you get cold, even if they don’t match. no other options but you’re still cold? mans is wrapping himself around you, trying to use his body heat to warm you up himself. he hates when you’re chilly and uncomfortable :[

– brings you home little presents all the time. literally anything that remind him of you. you have a collection of buttons and keychains that he’s seen while walking through shops. he also steals cool props from videos and projects to give to you. you have a little collection going

– loves pda all the time, but not always cuddling (which can sound confusing, but let me explain). he likes casual pda with you around the house, whether it be you resting your feet in his lap while you both lounge across the couch, sitting on the floor and leaning back on his legs while you watch a movie, him putting a hand on the small of your back while he moves around/behind you, holding onto your hand until you’ve walked out of reach, gently pressing his knuckles into your back while you’re laying on the other side of the bed and facing away from him. likes to be touching you when he can be but in little ways that aren’t super overwhelming (mostly because i feel like you’d both be too fidgety to just cuddle)

– some of your most domestic moments are spent in the kitchen, usually cooking dinner together. it’s light and warm and it feels so much like home that you sometimes find yourself questioning if it’s all real. he’s right there to tell you it is. but back to dinner. he loves cooking for you, and you love cooking for him. it’s all laughter and winding down from work days and gentle hugs and swaying together as he hums for you

SCHLATT

– it’s a little hard to find domestic moments with schlatt off the top of your head, but they’re there when you look for them. they’re quiet, but they’re ever present

– he sleeps a lot, meaning that you usually wake up before him. if he’s sleeping light enough to hear you get up, he’ll roll over, half asleep, wrap his arms around your middle, and pull you back into his chest, mumbling a groggy “ten more minutes, babe. i’ll be up then, jus’ ten more minutes.” it’s never just ten more minutes

– he picks you up and carries you around a lot. not in the typical way. if he thinks you’re working yourself too hard, he’ll grab you from your desk and throw you over his shoulder, dropping you onto the couch and forcing you to watch a movie with him. or you’ll be sleepily making yourself a snack in the kitchen and he’ll grab you from behind, just wrapping his arms around your middle and picking you up. he carries you, complaining and squirming, the whole way to your room and tells you it’s nap time

– you guys have a lot of nap dates. it’s an easy, sweet block of time for you guys to spend together, hazy and together while napping on and off. if one of you wakes up, you get to fondly watch the other nap until you fall asleep again. watch the easy rise and fall of their chest, run a hand through their hair, trace gentle patterns on their skin, play with their fingers, listen to the beating of your heart

– you do the dishes together. you wash and schlatt dries. sometimes you get into towel fights or start flicking water at each other with your fingers

– schlatt follows you out of bed when you get up in the middle of the night. he’d never admit it, but he has a hard time sleeping without you. he hates waking up to a cold bed. so when the clock blinks 3:17 and he feels around to find nothing beside him, even if your side of the bed is still warm, he huffs and gets up. pads through the house with puffy, tired eyes until he finds you. wraps his arms around you from behind and rests his chin on your head. “what are you doin’ outta bed?” he never waits for your response, just starts ushering you back to your room

– really likes seeing you in his clothes, again, not that he would ever admit it. he’ll purposely “forget” to do your laundry so that you have to start wearing his hoodies, tee shirts, sweats, etc. it just gives him the warm fuzzies, seeing you be so comfortable and cozy in his clothes

– hangs on you a lot on days when there’s nothing to do. he’s pretty idle about it, too, kind of like a character accessory. sometimes you just have to go around the house doing your stuff with this big man hanging off of you because you don’t have the heart to tell him to leave you alone for an hour or two to get your work done

[sevikasleftpussyflap]

You: "Totally want to write about how she’d deal with her pregnant s/o."

Me: *kicks your askbox open*

Legit I was gonna ask you about amab!Sevika's reaction to getting the Reader pregnant, but let's roll for cis!Sevika, too. How does she react? If they keep the baby, what's the decision process like? How does Sevika deal with the Reader's cravings, hormones, mood swings, etc?

Also the mental image of Sevika holding an itty bitty baby makes my ovaries explode sorry not sorry.

These are really shitty bc I’m having a crisis <3 might do more later

I think she’d be proud if she got you pregnant. Definitely triggers her memory of the time it most likely happened and she will look at your belly and smirk. Because she did that.

Will only cradle your belly with her human hand. Even though she’s never once nicked you with those claws when you weren’t pregnant, she’s not taking any chances and ignores your pleas of missing that metal arm around you.

She’d adjust to your unstable moods fairly quickly. She likes your increased libido and has only edged you the one time when you broke down in tears. She only sticks to light teasing now. I think she would be more of a pushover while you’re in this state. And once you catch on you’ll start using it to your advantage.

You’ll press her hard limits and break down in tears and yelling when she doesn’t give in. She allows herself to be manipulated by you, but when she doesn’t, she will silently hold you while you cry or give you space.

Will have a hand around you and resting against your stomach in public. You’d always have to be tucked into her side.

Sevika won’t let you do a damn thing by yourself. Not even pull out your chair. Either her and her men will get you whatever you need. That also includes late night cravings. She becomes an extra light sleeper once you’re pregnant, and your struggle to get out of bed always wakes her up. She’ll simply pull you down with a gruff, groggy, “No.” and go get you what you’ve been craving for the last five days.

Cuts back on the violence around you because she knows it makes you nauseous. She doesn’t bother to hide her judgmental stare at the baby growing in your belly whenever it makes you Ill

When preparing for the baby and buying clothes, toys, stuff like that, Sevika will start buying them weapons too.

If it’s not planned, Sevika would try to keep her face as stoic as possible to not show the panic and unsure emotions flickering across her face. Because she’s been on her own for so long and used to looking out for herself only, the first thought that pops into her head is to leave you. But she’s dealt with that throughout the entirety of your relationship. When she fell in love with you, her mind screamed at her to cut ties with you. When you got her a one year anniversary gift, she hovered near the door with her bags packed that night until you tiredly called her back to bed, unable to sleep peacefully without her. You make her weak and a part of her will always hate you for it.

But she loves you so she stays. She wouldn’t know how to continue living without you now that she knows what it’s like to have you in her life.

Sevika will wear one of those baby slings and go about her job (the less dangerous parts) with them when you need a break. She’ll occasionally lift a tiny hand to her mouth to give it a kiss when it’s been a good gremlin.

Definitely kills people while holding them when you’re not around. She wants to desensitize them young.

[safetycar-restart]

Esteban in the d/s AU.

He tries to pretend he doesn’t need you. Until Pierre, he’s been with teammates who are mostly dominant, if not outright dominant, so he felt like he never could lean on you the way he needed to. He did all the required sessions, but he felt that he was being ‘weak’ by going to you more than what was scheduled because his teammates never needed that extra support. You’ve been with the team since it was called Renault, but you haven’t been so busy the way you know other team-contracted Doms have been.

Until Pierre. Pierre learned to lean on his Dom at alphatauri because they were some of the only support he got. So he asks for extra sessions when he needs them. And you’re always available because Esteban has never done that. And he sees Pierre doing it and realizes it isn’t something to be ashamed of because Pierre isn’t acting like it is, and and first Esteban might think that’s a front Pierre puts on but Pierre doesn’t just act like that when he knows Esteban can see, he’s requesting sessions through team management sometimes, it’s not always in the open.

Eventually, Esteban gets desperate enough to request a session outside of his regularly scheduled ones and it helps him so much. He requests another two the following race weekend. It’s Monaco. He gets a podium.

Ok so I was emptying out my askbox and how the fuck did I miss this?? This is incredible?? I can't believe I haven't answered this yet, we need to discuss this concept more oh my god.

So firstly, poor este being surrounded by doms. He's already had to fight twice as hard as his peers to be recognised and respected because of his sub status, so there was no way he was going to let himself seem weaker than he already was. He knew he couldnt be needy or desperate, couldnt allow himself to be seen that way.

And the worst part is that he LOVES his scenes with you? It was different at Force India, he didnt bond with that dom or feel comfortable with them.

But then he joined Renault and you became his team dom and he just... he loves scening with you so much. For the first time he's counting down the days until he can scene with you again, fantasising about being able to kneel for you whenever he wanted to. He finds himself nearly in tears when his aftercare is finished and he has to leave, has to stop himself from begging you to let him stay.

The first indication that Pierre is very different with you is when he finds out Pierre stays the night more often than not? He hears you and Pierre discussing when he'll scene with you next, and you remind him to tell his trainer to drop his dinner off at you hotel room.

He's confused about why Pierre would be having dinner in your hotel room and when he asks Pierre about it, Pierre is confused about why esteban isnt.

"You seriously leave immediately?" Pierre asks, shocked, "I stay the night. Just relaxing in a light subspace is the best part!"

Esteban doesn't know what to do with that information, and then he later hears Pierre arranging an extra scene with you. He realises Pierre does this all the time, that he just asks you for what he needs and you give it to him, even though it's above what's required.

He has to work up the courage to ask for that himself, especially because it's been years with you as his team dom by this point and he's never asked before, so he feels like he can't suddenly do it now.

But he needs it so bad? He's filled with restless energy and he knows he won't be able to sleep properly that night and he wants to sub so bad that his heart aches.

When he does ask, he stutters his way through the question in a bastardised mix of French and English and has to try two more times before you even realise what he's asking.

And then you just pull him into a hug, telling him you're so proud of him for asking for what he needs and that you would love to do a scene that night with him. You tell him that he should bring some PJs with just in case he decides to spend the night.

He loves every moment of that scene, and when it comes time to leave he even asks if he can stay, and he gets praised so much for speaking up.

[therealvalkyrie]

you feel love in the sodium

Pairing/setting: Pro-hero!Bakugou Katsuki x GN!Reader

Summary: Your pro-hero ex-boyfriend helps pull you out of a depressive episode.

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: mentions of attempted suicide, suicidal ideation, nothing too graphic, angst to fluff

AN: Hi all, so I decided I’d post this now bc ngl I had kind of a shit day and need to feel as though something productive happened. It’s very self-indulgent and I’m not sure I quite have the target audience for it, but really? I don’t care. I hope you enjoy and that it maybe helps someone. Special thanks to @doinmybesthere​ for being my amazing editor for this fic! As always, don’t hesitate to drop into my DMs/askbox to chat:) Be kind to yourselves. ~valkyrie

US National Suicide Hotline: (800) 273-8255

sequel: when to cradle, when to pry

incredible art of the depression-cure dumplings by the one and only @/bluebellhairpin!!

The room is dark, curtains drawn against the bright afternoon sun, light switch untouched since yesterday. You’re curled up in bed under layers of blankets and sweaty pajamas— no underwear, though. You’d run out of clean pairs two days ago. It’s not sleep that’s kept you in bed, shaded against the world, but a haze of guilt and self loathing that’s coated your mind, the thickest it’s been in months. You can barely think through it, only shifting lazily to your other side whenever your arms fall asleep. It’s kinda nice, not thinking, not worrying, not feeling. The world is locked away. Or maybe you are. Either way, it doesn’t matter. Nothing does.

Well, that’s not completely true. Other people matter. To the world, to each other, to you. Deku matters. And Yaomomo and Ochaco. They matter so much it hurts, pain twisting in your gullet and punching its way out of you in the form of a sniffle stifled against your comforter. He matters, too, the niggling voice whispers in the back of your head. You mentally beat it back with a stick and lock it in a closet; a twisted application of techniques learned in therapy. They may matter to each other and to you and to the world, but you don’t matter. You’re simply there. And nothing would be different if you weren’t.

This thought echoes in your head for a while, finally settling into oblivion to leave your mind hazy once again. This is nice.

What’s not nice is the sudden blinding light in your eyes when the bedroom door opens. You squeeze your eyes shut against both it and the sudden migraine shooting like a knife through the side of your head. You can’t even think straight until it’s shut halfway again and the mattress dips below the weight of someone sitting down beside you.

“Fuck off, Deku, I told you I’m fine,” it comes out harsh and bitter under your voice crack. He doesn’t deserve it, but you know if you’re not mean he won’t leave you alone. You hate that you know that.

“Fuck you, I’m not fucking Deku. And don’t tell me what to do.”

The growl catches you off guard, your breath catching in the phlegm of your throat, but your body doesn’t react. Apathetic.

“Fuck off, Bakugou.” It’s quieter, but no less harsh. “I didn’t ask you to come here.”

“You didn’t have to ask, Deku said you haven’t left your apartment in four days. And that he doesn’t think you’ve been eating. I came of my own volition.” He’s also quieter, and doesn’t swear, but there’s no hint of that condescending, mollifying sympathetic voice everyone else has used with you recently. Bakugou doesn’t coddle.

“Fucking Deku,” you mutter, smushing your face into your pillow. “You’re my ex-boyfriend, Bakugou, not my keeper. Don’t go thinking you have some sort of responsibility for me.”

“We agreed to stay friends, dumbass. I’m here as a friend, not your keeper.”

He’s right, of course. When is he not? The breakup had been mutual, had even felt inevitable the busier you both got. Him in his pro-hero career and you in grad school. It was a civil conversation, a fucking rational discussion, as you split up who got to keep the apartment, the plants, the coffeemaker. It had been fine. Necessary. Inevitable. Mutual. It was fine, and then you hadn’t seen each other for six months.

Fucking Deku.

“What do you want.” It’s flat, emotionless.

“To make sure you’re okay. To help you.”

You finally crack an eye open and tilt your head to look at him through the haze. He looks the same. Generally disgruntled, with that little line in between his eyebrows, wearing a black tank top and grey sweats, hair spiky and unkempt. Were you capable of feeling anything, you’re sure your stomach would have flipped at the familiarity of him.

“Yep. Well. Thanks, but I don’t need help. I’m perfectly fine.” This time, you actually try to sound convincing, chipper, pleasant. Fake. The plastic words feel thick in your mouth and you know he doesn’t believe them for a second. He scoffs, shaking his head.

“Don’t lie. You’re terrible at it.”

“Then fuck off,” you snarl, voice dropping the fake, turning back into your pillow.

“Alright, that’s it,” he says with a finality that you know all too well. Bakugou’s never had patience, and apparently you’ve pushed him too far, because in a second he’s ripped the covers off you and grabbed your waist in two big hands, hefting you over his shoulder.

“Hey!! What the fu— put me down! Katsuki, put me down!” You struggle and kick and pound at his back, anger screaming its way to the surface first. He only grunts and continues on his way into the living room, flipping the light on as he passes it.

The light makes you cry out as your headache redoubles, but you quit struggling to bury your face and fingers into his tank top. A couple more steps, then you’re deposited with a bounce on the couch. You go to lay down and curl into yourself, but you’re prevented by your kidnapper when he cages you in with his arms against the back of the couch. You settle for petulantly avoiding his gaze, eyes cast down, then up at the ceiling, then—

“Have you been going to therapy?” The question catches you so off guard that you actually do meet his carnelian eyes for the first time, centimeters away from yours.

You didn’t think he’d remember your therapy. You’d gone since before you started dating, since college, really, and had seen your therapist intermittently throughout your relationship. But it wasn’t something you discussed with Bakugou, at least no more than in passing.

A moment of silence, then you shake your head minutely.

“Have you been going to class?” Of course he’s asking that. Ever the scholar.

You shake your head again.

“Well, have you at least been meeting with your thesis advisor?”

A shake of the head and a quiet, “I dropped out.”

Your cocktail of shame and embarrassment and fear mix with his shock for an impossibly long second. Then he explodes.

“What do you mean you dropped out?!” He’s shouting now, literally spitting mad, and you flinch away, close your eyes against it, bite your trembling lower lip. “Grad school was all you ever wanted! Learning was your passion, your— your happiness! What the fuck do you mean you dropped out?”

“I mean I dropped out! Don’t yell at me. It just... I couldn’t do it anymore.” Your voice is small, smaller than he’s ever heard it, as fat tears roll down your cheeks for the first time since you mailed the disenrollment forms two months ago. A sob wrenches from your gut and you’re shaking violently, wiping your wet cheeks desperately, hunched in on yourself. “D-don’t yell at me-e….”

“Fuck.” You feel him back off, hands leaving the couch, body heat retreating to leave you cold and shivering. “Shit,” you hear, soft under your loud sobbing, and you hazard a glance up at him through wet eyelashes. He’s crouched in front of you now, wrists balanced on his knees and face turned towards the ceiling. You go back to wiping your tears.

“Alright, sweetheart.” Warm and heavy hands land on your thighs and his face ducks into your line of vision. “Let’s start easier. Have you eaten today?”

You manage a tiny “no” and to meet his eyes.

“Did you eat yesterday?”

“No.”

“Alright. Food first. Then we’ll get you cleaned up. You look gross.”

This prompts a surprised laugh hiccoughed from your chest, before you sigh and rest your hands on his. “Bakugou...”

“Shut up,” he cuts you off. “I’m doing this for you. No arguing.”

You try to stare him down, but ultimately fail. Stubborn motherfucker. You don’t want him here. You don’t need him.

Still, it feels nice to feel cared for.

“Come on, keep me company in the kitchen.” He stands and offers you a hand, pulling you up to be vertical for the first time in 30 hours. It makes your head spin, but he stabilizes you with big hands on your shoulders when you start tilting dangerously. “Whoah, there, Tilt-a-Whirl. This way.”

He steers you firmly to the kitchen, then deposits you on a stool at the island where you sit, shivering and clutching your stomach. He disappears back into the living room for a moment, only to return with a fleece blanket which he drapes around your shoulders and tucks into your folded arms. Then, he’s a whirlwind in your kitchen, banging open cupboards, inspecting your fridge, rummaging for pots and pans. Somewhere in the midst of it, he sets down a glass of water in front of you, which you sip at intermittently.

“Wow, you really don’t have shit to eat in here, do you?” He’s only managed to produce two packets of ramen (chicken flavored), a stick of butter, and an elderly head of lettuce. You grimace under the look he gives you. Since the breakup and loss of his phenomenal cooking, you’d been ordering a lot of takeout. “I hate to do this, but I’ll just have to raid Deku’s pantry. Back in a flash. Stay right there.”

It’s lucky that your green-haired childhood friend lives right across the hall, you suppose, in emergencies like this. He’s always there for a cup of sugar or a Friday night gaming marathon. Ever the observer, it’s really no surprise he noticed you hadn’t left the house, not even to bother him about the latest manga chapter releases.

In Bakugou’s absence and the subsequent quiet of the kitchen, you slump down to rest your arms and head on the counter, clutching the faded blue fleece blanket in your stiff fingers. It’s one of your favorites, UA branded and soft with age. You weren’t sure if it was yours or Bakugou’s originally, but he’d left it when he moved out in any case. It even smells faintly like him, sweet and smokey like his quirk. You bury your nose into it and close your eyes.

It’s only a couple more minutes before the door opens again, admitting both Bakugou and your green haired neighbor, arms filled with food. The blonde breezes past you and sets to work immediately, but Deku looks surprised to see you there. Why? It’s your own goddamn apartment.

He says your name in that polite, concerned tenor of his and maintains eye contact as he sets down a bag of vegetables and other assorted items on the island. “How are you doing?” He says it like you’ll break, and it twists the proverbial knife of all this embarrassment a little further. You know he’s genuine, though. Always is.

“Shitty.” The blunt answer catches him off guard, and he can only blink down at you for a second. “But you knew that.”

He scratches the back of his neck. “I-I guess I did, huh?” He shifts his weight awkwardly for a second. “Well, uh, I’ll let you two get to it—”

“Deku,” you interrupt him and summon the strength to sit up, gesturing for him to come closer. He does, hesitantly, and when he’s within arm’s reach you tug him into a hug. He squeaks, surprised, as you wrap arms around his middle and bury your face in his chest, but a split second later he’s reciprocating. He relaxes into you, gentle hands on your back and face buried into your hair. “Thank you,” you whisper loud enough for just him to hear.

“Of course. You know I love you,” his voice rumbles through you and you sigh into it. Then, you’re gripping the back of his neck and yanking him back to rest your forehead on his, staring menacingly into his eyes.

“And,” you growl, “you are officially on my Shit List.”

“B-but—“

“Don’t ever call any of my exes on me ever again.”

“Ok-kay— I promise.”

The poor man looks terrified, positively shaking in his house slippers. Another moment of intimidation, then you let him go and soften your face.

“Thanks for the food.”

“Y-you got it! Let me know if there’s anything else you need!” He scurries out of the kitchen and your apartment, like a spooked horse, chased by your wheezing laugh. In the hallway, safe from the penetrating gazes of his childhood friends, he lets out a relieved breath and sags against the wall. You’ll be okay now. He can feel it.

Bakugou Katsuki is like a tornado when you turn your attention back to him, chopping vegetables and scooping them into an already steaming pot on the stove. He looks at home, knowing exactly where the knives and strainers and slotted spoons are kept. He is the one who originally organized this kitchen, after all. You know he doesn’t like to be interrupted when he cooks, so you settle into watching him with your head rested on your forearms again. Occasionally, he catches your gaze as he twists and turns, but only scowls at your passive, lidded eyes.

You’re not the same person you were six months ago, and you’re certainly not the same as when he fell in love with you, all those years ago. Back at UA you were bright and ambitious, sarcastic and even aggressive on occasion. In college, when he got the guts to finally ask you out, you’d been happy, if a little more jaded, but just as driven and enthusiastic about learning. When did you become this? Droopy and distant and passive and sad? If he’d paid a little more attention, made more time for you, would he have noticed before it got this bad? If he’d reached out as a friend after the breakup, would he have needed fucking Deku to tell him you were in trouble?

He pours all these feelings into his food, hoping you’ll know what he’s thinking just from the taste. 15 minutes later, he’s sliding two bowls of ramen thick with veggies and topped with chicken dumplings onto the counter and sitting down beside you. He hands you a pair of chopsticks.

“The dumplings are pre-wrapped and the noodles are cheap, but everything else is fresh. Try to eat as much as you can,” is his gruff command before he digs in.

You give a half smile and comply, pushing up to rest your elbows on the table. He doesn’t comment on your table manners for once.

It’s delicious, not that you’d expect anything different, flavorful and filling. You nibble slowly, not really hungry but not wanting to waste food. The broth is easier to get down, so you sip at it, relishing the hot feeling that slides down your throat and settles in your stomach. You feel love in the sodium.

He finishes before you, scarfing down the whole bowl at a speed which would be alarming if you weren’t used to it. He must’ve not eaten lunch at the agency.

Speaking of which, “Hey, why aren’t you at work right now? The day shift doesn’t end until 4.” The wall clock tells you it’s 3:15.

“I’ve been working the night shift recently. And I already called in, so you’ve got me all day,” he answers, clearing his dishes to the sink and starting to wash them. You stand up and put away your leftovers, feeling less on the precipice than you have in days. You must’ve been hungry after all.

“You really took a day off for me?” The weight of his words took a second to sink in, but when they did you felt the warmth from your stomach start to spread to your chest. Bakugou almost never takes days off, not even for his birthday. You lean your back against the counter next to him and turn to catch his expression. It’s grumpy. Surprise, surprise.

He doesn’t answer until he’s put the last dish in the drying rack and turned off the water. He turns to you, brow furrowed and arms crossed. “Of course I did, dumbass. I was really scared for you.”

This catches you off guard. Scared? Impossible.

“Bakugou Katsuki doesn’t get scared,” you counter softly, mirroring his signature brow wrinkle.

“Tch. Idiot. I’m scared all the time. Especially about you. And when Deku called me, saying he hadn’t seen you, that you weren’t eating, I-I,” he actually stutters, bravado cracking, “feared the worst, that maybe I’d open your door and find you—“ He can’t even finish the thought, instead rubbing the heels of his hands into his eyes and spitting out an expletive. “I couldn’t’ve handled that,” he finishes, rumbling your name low and gravelly.

You don’t know what to say. The words are stuck behind the fog, thinner now and less oppressive, but maintained by the lack of sleep. Instead, you reach out a finger and smooth the crease between his brows like you have since high school. The gesture prompts the accompanying admonishment, “Careful, keep making that face and it’ll get stuck that way.”

He stares at you from under your gentle hand for a second, then tugs you towards his chest with a swift movement. You land with an undignified “oof” as his arms wrap securely around you. It’s so familiar, so right, and you find yourself melting into him, fingers curling into his shirt and body sagging. He keeps you upright, chin hooked over your head. It’s a little tight, a little demanding, but it feels so good compared to the nothing you’ve been floating in that you feel your chest start to loosen and all of a sudden you’re crying for the sake of crying. For release and catharsis.

“Shh, it’s okay, I’m here, I’ve got you,” he soothes, warm hands rubbing your back firmly.

It’s a while before your big hiccoughing sobs turn to sniffles, and it’s a while after that before you can lift your head to meet his eyes.

This time, you do find the words. “I’m sorry for worrying you.”

He only huffs and tucks your head back into his chest. “Don’t apologize. It’s my job to worry.”

It’s not really, you know that, but you don’t have it in you to argue. You haven’t been his problem since the minute he moved out. That day you’d managed fine, rearranging the bathroom and your closet now that you had more space. It was the next that it hit you like a freight train.

He holds you for a minute longer, nose in your hair and eyes screwed tight where you can’t see them, then pulls away a fraction.

“You want a bath or a shower, sweetheart?”

“Bath.” You don’t think you can stand without him for that long.

But it seems he doesn’t intend to let you go because he scoops you up, one hand around your back and the other under your knees, cradled to his chest like something precious.

In the bathroom, he sets you down on the closed toilet and starts the water running. He even rummages around the cabinet for your favorite lavender bath salts and adds a scoop. Then, he’s stripping down to his boxers and you avert your eyes, carefully examining the grout between the tiles with great interest. They really do need a cleaning, when was the last time you actually mopped—

“Arms up,” he commands, wrenching your mind back to the task at hand. You raise your arms above your head and he lifts off your sweatshirt and t-shirt in one go, tossing them into the overflowing laundry basket in the corner. You can’t be bothered to hide your body from him; it’s nothing he hasn’t seen before, anyway. You feel his eyes linger on you for a moment before he lifts up one foot to remove your fuzzy sock.

He can’t help but notice how different you look under your pajamas. You’re softer, more pliable — probably stopped working out altogether when he moved out — and there’s a slope to your shoulders that wasn’t there before. You’re still beautiful, all his favorite curves and dips still intact, and it takes a concerted effort for him not to dig his fingers into your waist like he used to love to do. He rolls off the other sock, balls them both together and throws them in a perfect arc to the laundry, then tugs you to your feet. The sweatpants are last to go, elastic waistband smoothing over your hips.

He helps you into the tub first and you sigh as the hot water caresses your skin, then he climbs in behind you, his chest to your back, legs on either side. You sink back into him voluntarily and let your eyes flutter shut. It’s almost like you’re transported back in time. On the rare Sunday morning you both had off, you’d wake up slow and easy, lying completely on top of him to prevent his early morning run. You’d press kisses to his neck, then he’d scoop you up and plonk you down in the bath just like this. You’d discuss your weeks and TV shows and politics, which would bleed over into breakfast: blueberry pancakes with real maple syrup and scrambled eggs.

You feel completely wrapped in the quiet fantasy as he soaps up a washcloth and drags it in gentle circles over your skin. You follow his lead, dipping your hair and sighing when his fingers rub shampoo and conditioner through it. You giggle when he washes between your toes, then finally relax back into him when he deems you clean.

“Why’d you break up with me?” The question is low, murmured into the curve of your shoulder.

“It was mutual,” you reply automatically, habitually. It was mutual, mutual, mutual, was all you’d echoed to your friends and family for months to ease their worry.

“Yeah, but you brought it up.”

You’re glad you’re facing away from him for this. So that you can maintain some semblance of dignity. You make ripples in the water and trace them with idle fingertips while gathering your thoughts.

“We were both so busy. And I thought— I didn’t want you to sacrifice your career for me, I know how much you love it, and I couldn’t ask you to step away from that even a little bit.” He takes a sharp breath to reply, but you ramble on, “And I guess I just felt myself, like, slipping back into this headspace that I had in high school. I didn’t tell you— didn’t tell anyone, actually, at the time, but I would get so wrapped up in myself for days and days back at UA, so focused on one thing or another that I couldn’t even take care of myself. And at one point that thing was dying. I thought about dying so much that sometimes it felt like I already had, and—“ you take a shallow, shuddering breath “—you remember those two weeks senior year that I was gone because of a family emergency?”

He nods. He’d been annoyed because you missed an entire unit on covert ops and he had to catch you up when you got back.

“It wasn’t a family emergency. Aizawa-sensei came looking for me at the dorms after I skipped morning classes and found me halfway through swallowing a bottle of pills.” Your voice is even as you admit it, but your hands are shaking violently, making water splash against the sides of the tub. Bakugou takes them in his own hands and wraps his arms around your shoulders so that you’re both hugging your body. “He called an ambulance, then my parents, and I spent those two weeks in the psych ward. He visited me every day. He’s a good man.”

“He is,” Bakugou manages to agree, choking out the words against your shoulder.

“Anyway,” you continue as though you hadn’t just ripped his heart out through the throat, “I felt myself becoming like that again, and I felt too ashamed to go back to therapy, like a failure, and I didn’t want to burden you with my mental issues, and the whole thing was just too easy to run away from, I guess.”

He’s quiet for a long time as the water grows tepid, arms steady around you and breath hot on your collarbone. You find yourself slack with the relief of this burden off your chest, but can’t help wondering if it’s too little too late. Maybe you’re still unsalvageable.

“Did anybody else know?”

“Just Yaomomo. She brought me her notes. And snacks.”

“You could’ve told me.”

“No, I couldn’t’ve.”

He huffs, frustrated. “Yes, I could’ve—“

“No, you don’t understand. I couldn’t even admit it to myself for years. Yaomomo only knew because Aizawa told her because she was my closest friend. And top of the class. I didn’t want anyone knowing,” you drop your voice to a whisper. “It wasn’t about you, Katsuki.”

He presses his forehead to your shoulder and growls, then changes tack. “Well, then what about when we were dating? Isn’t that the point of being in a relationship, to rely on each other?”

“The point for me was that I loved you. Not that I wanted you to carry my burdens for me.”

Loved. You still love him, but you think it would be cruel to say now.

“Idiot. I loved you, too. And I didn’t want you to suffer alone. You never let me shoulder anything by myself. Remember the moral support workouts? When you’d hold my hand and sleep in the hospital when I got injured on a job? When you held me together for three months after I couldn’t save that kid? You even went to her funeral with me, gave my condolences and apologies when I couldn’t speak. You dumbass, why didn’t you think I’d do the same for you?”

You register hot tears landing on your collarbone and trailing down your chest. It jars you for a second; Bakugou hardly ever cries. Slowly, cautiously, you twist in his grasp to face him, bringing your hands to either side of his face. He really is crying, tears tracking across his cheeks and dripping off his chin. He’s still scowling, though, and you rub the worry line with a pruney finger until it relaxes.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, sincerely, pouring every bit of the “I’m still in love with you” on the tip of your tongue into it. You press a kiss to his forehead, then wipe his cheeks dry with your  thumbs.

He sighs, deep and heavy and more serious than you’ve ever heard him, resting his hands on your hips and rubbing circles in them with his thumbs. “Will you let me, now? Now that I know, will you let me support and care for you? Even if it’s just as a friend.”

Your heart flutters in your chest for the first time in weeks, prompting a rush of blood to your cheeks and neck. He wants to be in your life? Even after all you’ve told him today? Even as he’s seen how you live when all you see is greyscale?

Before you can stop yourself, you dip your head and kiss him softly, innocently and with all the heartache you’ve suffered in your whole life. He actually squeaks in surprise, but it quickly lowers to a moan of satisfaction as he reciprocates, sinking thick fingers into the curve of your hips. You pull away after a moment, sliding your hands down his neck to rest on his broad shoulders.

“Sor—“

“You’ve really gotta stop apologizing, baka,” he rumbles, leaning up again to catch your mouth against his. It’s just as soft, but this time you feel all of him, all his regret and fear and love. You’d forgotten how you can have entire conversations just in kisses. When your lips part, you rest your foreheads together and just breathe for a moment. The pendulum of your emotions today has been erratic and the conflicting endorphins and brain chemicals are making your head spin, manifesting in a giddy grin spread across your face.

“Move in with me.” The command leaves your mouth before you can reel it back in.

You expect him to argue, to bicker as he normally does, but his mouth only twitches into a grin rivaling your own as he murmurs an indulgent, “Okay.”

The haze thins a little more.

[shinobusupremecy]

Can I request letter H, T, and Z for the yandere alphabet? Thank you! Have a nice day/night

Yandere Shinobu x gn!reader alphabet (H, T, Z)

A/N:Sure you can! Thank you for requesting and have a great day/night too! Also I have gotten some requests that already requested Z in my askbox so I’ll just link this one to those request or something. 

Warning(s): Mention of stabbing and needles in one part (sorry I don’t put warnings, I just have trouble knowing when to put them and when not to) 

Alphabet used

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Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

🦋- Shinobu can be very cruel if she needs to be, even if it means to almost freeze you to death. She’s a very good doctor so she knows how to treat you

🦋- It was winter time and it snowed heavily. Thick layer of snow laying on the ground

🦋- You have just gotten punished by Shinobu and you had enough. You wanted to leave, you wanted to be free

🦋- Knowing you have no chance to escape in broad daylight you decided to escape at nighttime

🦋- Nighttime came around and you woke up. You took the thickest layer of clothing you could find and then snuck your way out 

🦋- Unbeknownst to you Shinobu snuck out too 

🦋- You ran even though it felt like your lungs were freezing and stinging 

🦋- Puffs of cold air came out from your mouth as you tiredly moved through the thick snow 

🦋- You soon realized that the thick layer of clothing wouldn’t be enough since it got progressively colder and colder. You began to shiver and shiver, the only thing you could hear was your puffs, teeth clattering and the crunching sound from the snow when you walked 

🦋- Soon enough you couldn’t take it anymore and fell to the ground laying in the snow

🦋- Your body was freezing up even quicker than before

🦋- You were sad knowing you might die a painful death

🦋- Your eyelids were getting heavier as you closed your eyes and accepted your fate

🦋- “Moshi Moshi~” You opened your eyes and saw Shinobu staring down at you. 

🦋- You didn’t wanna die and your body felt like it was getting stabbed with thousands of needles 

🦋- “S-Shinobu..” You croaked out and Shinobu smiled down at you

🦋- “What is it?” She asked innocently. You wanted to curse at her for being so calm while you’re clearly close to dying

🦋- “Please...take me home” Shinobu mockingly turned her head to the side and brought her ear closer to your mouth 

🦋- “Please speak up! I can’t hear you right now” Shinobu cooed

🦋- “I-I wanna go home” Shinobu gave you a closed eyed smile

🦋- “Of course, love” Not very long after your vision turned blank and you faded into sleep 

🦋- You woke up feeling warm covers cover your body. You opened your eyes and saw Shinobu sitting at the side of your bed. She smiled at you and you froze

🦋- Afraid you were gonna get punished you flinched away when she reached out to you

🦋- She gave you an inviting smile and hugged your little shaken figure

🦋- “It’s okay, love. I’m not gonna hurt you, you’ve been through enough” You hesitantly hugged her back 

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Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

🦋- She hates seeing you cry, if she caused you to cry she would apologize. But if you cry because she punished you she’ll just say she should’ve went easier on you and that’s it. If it was a harsh punishment and Shinobu thinks you deserve it she’ll harshly tell you. Shinobu thinks she didn’t do anything wrong since you’ve been naughty and she just taught you a lesson

🦋- She’ll see you cry and immediately ask you why. If you don’t tell her she won’t force you to and will try to comfort you in some type of way 

🦋- She might take you to a restaurant, cuddle and whisper sweet things in your ear, take you out for a walk or let the triplets cheer you up if she’s busy

🦋- Comforting you is her now top priority. Her patients and work? She’ll start to work again when she knows you feel better

🦋- If a person made you sad she’ll poison them or murder them brutally, if it’s a person you know she’ll scold them

🦋- You may feel insecure about your body. Shinobu will find out about it sooner or later, it doesn’t matter if you tell her or not

🦋- She notice the look of distaste when you look at a certain body part. She’ll whisperer what she loves about that body part. She knows well that sweet words isn’t enough so she’ll kiss that body part too

🦋- If she sees you isolate yourself she’ll try to comfort you. If you wanna be left alone Shinobu will give you space

🦋- She’ll come in with food and water to make sure you eat something

🦋- If you don’t stop isolating yourself she’ll try to talk to you. If you don’t wanna talk to her you might wanna talk to Aoi, Kanao or the triplets

🦋- Seeing you scream is not something new to her. You scream every time Shinobu punishes you whether you get bruised up, scared or try to fight back (screaming curses and insults her) 

🦋- She hates when you scream because she doesn’t wanna be deaf but she can’t blame you for screaming at her

🦋- She’s already seen plenty of other people screaming when she saves them from a demon so seeing you scream is no difference 

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Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

🦋- Shinobu would never break her darling

🦋- Shinobu doesn’t think you deserve that. Breaking or killing you would be the last thing she’d ever want to do 

🦋- Shinobu likes to see you smile. Your smile is so wholesome and innocent and you have that happy energy which puts Shinobu to ease

🦋- If she broke you she would just gets a clone of Giyu but worse and Giyu is already enough for her 

A/N: I hope letter H made sense, I tried to take a creative route. 

[ssurveycorpss]

Can I get REIN for Reiner? Copying that Armin anon LOL

i've been having brainrot for him these days lolol. also heyyyyy guys my askbox is emppptyyyyy <3 <3 <3

tags: no warnings, modern au, just fluff. not proofread.

hc game

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

One day you guys met up after work and were walking around the city together, kinda in silence but not exactly because you'd point out something cute or funny once in a while and he'd chuckle occasionally.

You casually snaked your hand around his when you thought he hadn't noticed (but he did, and his face was literally burning red), rubbing your fingers over his calloused knuckles and humming a tune.

Reiner was too focused on how soft and warm your hand had felt against his, and how much his heart was beating and his face was sweating and god is it really that hot out—

You were focused on a pastry in a window, and you hadn't noticed a barrage of 12 year olds stampeding towards you two with a terrifying look in their eyes.

"REINER!"

A young girl slid in front of you two, pointing an accusing finger at Reiner as he grimaced down at her. A blonde—one that looked suspiciously like Colt Grice— followed behind her, along with a flat faced girl and another young boy with glasses.

"Y-you... You snake! How could you not tell me you have such a good looking fiance!"

"Fiance?" You ask, tilting your head at the man you've been seeing. Neither of you had labeled anything, so you were a bit confused about the jump from getting coffee together to being married.

"Yeah," The girl replies matter-a-factly, placing her hand on her hip. "When two people who are old like you and Reiner hold hands in public, it means you're going to get married eventually, so you're his fiance."

"They are not my fiance, Gabi," Reiner huffs out, steam coming from his ears as his face recovers from overheating due to embarassment. "They're just..."

"I'm just his partner," You cut him off, bringing the hand you were still holding to his chest. You bring your voice down to a whisper and look towards him. "If that's okay."

"That's... fine. Good, even."

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Reiner has a really warped perception of what love should look like because of his mother's one sided affection for his father, so I feel like he's prone to staying in toxic or dead end relationships just waiting for them to get better. He's also just really scared to be alone, and he feels like if he's opened up to someone he shouldn't leave them.

So it takes a lot for him to break up with someone that he's seriously involved with. Concern from his friends (esp Bertolt and Annie) does spur him in the direction of breaking up with someone, because he's a people pleaser at heart.

I think he'd be terrified to confront you in person, but also not enough of an asshole to break up with you over text, so he just bites the bullet and does it in person, through a ton of tears and a bit of a breakdown. If you try to talk him through it he might honestly stay, no matter how terrible you've been to him, just because he can't be alone.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Even though he's quite closed off, he's kind of deeply in need of love. So I think he'd say it rather quickly once you guys get together. The minute he feels like he's able to open up to you, he's going to say that he loves you. But he'd only open up to you once he falls for you and makes things official. But it'd take him a long time to make things official. Confusing, I know.

Saying "I love you" fills him up with a warm feeling. It's like a sort of affirmation for him, if he reminds you how much he loves you, you'll love him back. Or that someone like him is even deserving of loving someone like you.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Reiner is plagued by nightmares and insomnia, so he doesn't get much sleep.

He still likes to lay in bed with you, though. He finds it really calming and it gives him enough rest.

Sometimes, if he's really bored, he'll casually sneak out of your bed and scroll through photos of the two of you on the balcony.

He prefers staying over at your place, because Karina is... Karina. She is super overbearing and kind of rude to you, so he needs that peace of mind and space away from her. Your bed is his safe haven, in a way.

[demonicheadcanons]

Haha and okay I just saw that your askbox is open and read your rules, so if you don't mind, could I please request some hcs for Beel, Mammon, Asmo and Belphie and how they like to cuddle with mc? Cuddle hcs basically lol. If four is too many please feel free to adjust this! Thank you so much and I hope you have a wonderful day 🥰

The Obey Me Brothers: Cuddling / Sleeping Headcanons

AN: Sorry this took a while!! I decided to write for all the brothers because I have a tiny rough draft of cuddle headcanons back from like, the first week I started the game. Mammon’s was the first I came up with, and I filled in the rest from my impressions of the boys from the first 4 lessons. They’ve evolved since then, and I hope they’re alright!! Take care 💙

Brother x reader writing style. Gender neutral reader as always. Written on mobile primarily so excuse any formatting mistakes please ;u; I only go on PC to add finishing touches and a read more

Some things may come off as suggestive, but aren’t really intended that way except for Asmo’s - this is fluff through and through

Lucifer

- Ideal cuddles: Likes to have you lay on his chest in his bed. He doesn’t want his brothers intruding and annoying him or pulling his attention away from you, so his room works best. There’s something about being able to look down and immediately see you there that almost gives him butterflies. It settles him immediately. He’s canonically not a morning demon, but waking up to that sight and knowing you trust him and feel comfortable around him gives him enough motivation and hope to do anything. Getting through the days becomes a breeze when he knows he can return to that most nights. He’s also a real delight to see on those early mornings - tired, but his smile brightens up his eyes, and his hair is a mess over the pillows. He’s not stressed out yet, so he’s fully relaxed and looks quite elegant.

Sadly, he’s often busy, and regularly misses out on sleep. At times like this, he likes having you curled up in his lap whilst he works, so long as you don’t distract him. He’ll press occasional kisses to your temple and you can nap or read or just lay there and listen to the music he always has playing when you’re in his study.

- He has to be very close to the MC to let them cuddle up to him, and initially he’s a bit stiff and awkward because he kind of forgot what this feels like. For the first while he’s quiet every time you cuddle him, wrapping his arms around you and leaning his head against yours and staring off into the distance. He’s touch-starved. Give him a moment.

- Once he settles and starts to get used to affection, if you two are alone he’ll walk up and put his arms around your shoulders and pull you in for hugs, leaning his chin against the top of your head. One time, months into whatever relationship you have, he does it in front of his brothers without thinking, and whilst he feels embarrassed after he realises he doesn’t mind - somewhere between him seeing it as staking a claim, because he’s still the avatar of pride, and between feeling comfortable enough in your presence that he can’t bring himself to care how they’ll react.

- On his rare days off, will absolutely whisk you off somewhere else for a day out in the Devildom and a night in a cabin or hotel or something where no one will bother the two of you and he can hold you in his arms for as long as he wants to and talk to you about everything that comes to mind, completely free and relaxed. He’s one to mumble about something or other when cuddling, unless he’s working, so when the two of you are just relaxing together he’ll ramble about something or ask you questions and listen to you talk.

- Once Luci said something that made you laugh whilst you were laying with your head on his chest and he knows he’s never going to forget about it. Will intentionally try to make you laugh so that he can experience that again. He was an angel once and yet, nothing feels more like heaven to him. Only thing is he’s not above teasing and tickling you to get a reaction out of you, so long as it’s one that might end in you laughing and smiling up at him, and you’ll feel his own laughter rumbling about in his chest.

Mammon

- Ideal cuddles: In your bed - it smells like you and it’s tidier than his room, probably. He likes to have his arms wrapped around your midsection whilst facing each other, on your sides. He also doesn’t mind if you use his chest or shoulder as a pillow, so long as you both have your arms around one another. Often times he’ll bury his face in your hair to take in your scent and because it’s soft and calming. By the time you wake up, he’s going to end up wrapped around you like a koala.

- Adores cuddling on days off when the two of you don’t have to leave for longer than a few moments at a time, especially in a place where his brothers won’t bother you; think, staying in a cabin where it all feels so domestic, you two can wake up whenever you want and make breakfast together and stay practically attached at the hip the entire time, sinking back into bed or laying together on the sofa whenever you want. No responsibilities, no pressure.

- Plays with your hands, or runs his fingers along your side, or tucks one arm up behind your back to hold you really close and play with the strands of hair at the base of your scalp / top of your neck. So long as it doesn’t disturb you heavily, he tends to have some kind of motion, not one to stay still for long.

- He’s quite warm, almost rivaling Beel, so you might have to ask him to loosen his grip on you if you get warm easily. If you do, he pouts and suggests he lowers the temperature of the entire room instead, or buys thinner blankets or gets rid of blankets all together.

- He tries to stay up until you fall asleep because it feels so peaceful and he really feels like he’s protecting you. Also, no one can criticise him or be rude to him when they’re sleeping. Even if you don’t ever talk down on him, his brothers weigh him down, so watching over you whilst you rest in his arms makes him feel so much better without worrying that you’re judging him.

- One time you two were cuddling and he just started crying quietly, because damn, he’s the luckiest demon in all the Devildom and even Lord Diavolo would be jealous of him right now. He’s an emotional cuddler, and will randomly tear up or start chuckling to himself. He’s quiet and doesn’t usually voice his thoughts when cuddling but you can tell he’s thinking constantly and always really happy.

- He gets shy easily enough but he’s also possessive, and he’s not one to turn you down. Because of this he honestly doesn’t care where the two of you cuddle, or who sees. His grip gets a little tighter around you if his brothers walk in and you’re curled up together on the sofa or something, but he wants to be held 24/7 and any mild temporary discomforts are more than worth it when he’s with you.

Leviathan

- Ideal cuddles: Please lay on top of his chest. Literally just lay on top of him. He melts every single time. His bathtub bed is perfect for this, because there’s really no other way to lie unless you want him to lay on top of you, so he prefers cuddling there - that, and it helps him stay cool, and he gets to be in the safety of his own room. In an actual bed, he’s the little spoon all the way. It’s hard to convince him you truly like him, but when you cuddle up against his back and wrap your arms around him he feels a little safer believing you might be telling the truth. It also makes him feel really safe and comfortable, a barrier from the outside world that he rejects daily.

- It doesn’t happen very often, but Levi is one of the brothers most likely to sleep in his demon form, and occasionally when you’re cuddling he’s so relaxed he takes on his demon form without really thinking about it. He says sorry and, half asleep, offers to turn back, but if you’re not uncomfortable then he starts to do it more often. He’s mindful about his horns and prefers to cuddle in his bathtub so he doesn’t tear any of your pillows or accidentally jab you with his horns.

- He’s somewhat cold to the touch unless he forces himself to raise his internal temperature. You’re unlikely to overheat whilst cuddling with him, but you’ll need a thick blanket or you may end up shivering after a few minutes, at which point he’ll try his best to be warmer and apologise profusely. He hates being warm, though - best to just go for the layers of blankets.

- Y’know that one thing where (usually) a girl goes up to her boyfriend and climbs into his lap whilst he’s gaming? Adores that. Oh, it makes him so, so happy. The first time you do it he drops his controller and after a minute of startled silence where you wonder just how red his face can get, he wraps his arms around you tight enough that you feel your spine click, and he buries his face into your neck and stays there for as long as you let him. He’s so flustered and yet, you can tell he’s happier than he’s ever been. It instantly cheers him up no matter how bad his mood is. It’s even better if you’re playing a game on a handheld system whilst he plays or watches something and the two of you are just, wrapped around each other but still doing your own thing. He just wants you close to him. He just wants to know you like him. Please give this boy cuddles.

Satan

- Ideal cuddles: Like Mammon, in a bed he likes to have his arms around your waist and for the two of you to be facing each other. Your room would be ideal but he would really rather be in his so much he ends up cleaning all the books off his bed just so he can cuddle up with you. He also likes the idea of cuddling up under a tree somewhere, or in one of those plush window seats, where you two can look out over the Devildom and he can point out different places and talk about them all - Satan has connections everywhere, and you’ll feel like you know everyone by the time he’s done.

- Satan isn’t particularly warm or cold. His temperature varies with the seasons, but he’s mostly just lukewarm. This means you’re unlikely to overheat or be too cold when you cuddle, which is always good.

- He likes to read to you or have you read to him, or ask questions back and forth to prod at each other’s minds a bit. A talkative cuddler - there are brief moments of silence, but he’s thinking constantly and he wants you to be involved in that, just like every aspect of his life. There’s usually a clear connection between one of his thoughts and the next, and he’ll have calm discussions about thinks with you in his arms.

- Only falls asleep first if he’s really, really tired. Otherwise he’ll stay up and read or talk to you until you fall asleep. Like Mammon there’s something about the peace, something about knowing you trust him, that you don’t see him as his anger, nor as his false personality that he puts on to please the others and maintain a decent status in comparison to Lucifer. You just see him as he is. He thinks about this a lot as he pets your hair.

- Speaking of petting your hair, he has a tendency to run his nails over your scalp when you’re in his arms. If you’re uncomfortable it would be best to tell him early on before the habit is set in stone. His main source of affection comes from the stray cats he feeds outside, so he just uses whatever knowledge he’s gained from that. This also means he’ll take one of your hands in his arm press gently into your palm with his thumbs, like he’s pressing the pads on a cats paw.

- Feels close to normal when he’s cuddling. Like he was never born solely of one emotion, because he feels so many in those moments that he really could be a whole on his own. He’s not one to hide this, and will openly vent to you about it. As well as this, he’s quite likely to come straight to you if he isn’t feeling well and needs cuddles to settle down. The only exception is if he’s really angry and is worried he might hurt you by accident. Even then, if you can get close enough to take his hand or wrap your arms around him, there’s a large chance he’ll settle enough to hold you in kindness and he can begin to heal.

- He doesn’t talk about it openly but one time he’s in an awful mood and you grab his head and hold it against your chest until he lets out all his emotions and feels better and it becomes his favourite thing in the world. He loves to cuddle with his head against your chest and your fingers running through his hair. You can tell that he adores it because he ends up purring and nuzzling his face against you. Unlike Luci, he hasn’t been to heaven, but he’d be able to describe the feeling of it much better than God himself could using just that embrace as his reference point.

Asmodeus

- Ideal cuddles: “Whatever you want, honey.” He isn’t picky, he just wants to be touching you in any way possible. However, he really likes laying with his head on your stomach or chest - especially if he can press light kisses against them. He wants some skin-on-skin contact, even if its holding hands or one of you burying their face in the other’s neck, or pressing feathery kisses to the insides of your wrist. It soothes him. He can’t stop himself from grinning if you nuzzle into his neck.

- He’s just the right temperature for cuddles. He’s on the warmer side, but whatever the perfect temperature is for you, he’s there. When he sleeps on his own, he likes to have a lot of blankets piled up, and then have a fan on to balance out the temperature, and he’ll push for the same setup when you’re cuddling together.

- One of the brothers who will go up to you when he wants attention. He’s the least shy, and will happily throw an arm around you anytime, anywhere. Honestly if it doesn’t bother you, he’d pull you into his lap in public or in front of his brothers and cuddle you close to him. The only problem he could possibly imagine is that other people are jealous of the two of you, so you’d really have to sit him down and explain if PDA isn’t at all your thing. Happy enough to link pinkies if that’s all you’re comfortable with, but he needs a lot of affection, so expect him to essentially trap you in his room later so you spend time with him.

- King of gentle kisses and soothingly rubbing your arms / back if you’ve not had the best day. He doesn’t mind whether you two talk or not, but on bad days he’s the best to go to - he’ll listen to everything you have to say, and verbally destroy anyone who’s annoyed you, all whilst holding your head to his chest and tracing shapes against your back.

- Loves loves loves listening to you talk about your day and then filling you in on his own. He’s a gossip but harmlessly, and will talk about whatever’s trending currently, keeping you up to date on everything. If he really wants to show you something or take a photo with you he likes to cuddle up with an arm around you and hold his phone in his other hand, scrolling through whatever social media he’s found this really interesting or horrible thing on. Otherwise he’s quiet enough, with mumbled words of affection and some suggestive jokes (and touches, if you’re comfortable. He won’t go anywhere with it if you’re just cuddling). He’s just happy and he wants to soak in it for as long as possible; he finally understands how people feel when they fall for him, he says

Beelzebub

- Ideal cuddles: Big spoon. Preferably in his bed rather than yours. He wants to wrap his arms around you, especially if you’ve already got your arms wrapped around yourself so that he’s essentially holding your hands at the same time. He buries his face at the base of your neck / top of your spine. He also really, really loves just having you cling to him in some way, and will carry you around like that - usually he loves having you curled up in one arm whilst he goes about his day or eats.

- He is so warm, but if you’re laying down he’ll insist on having a blanket because it keeps him safe from the monsters in his closet :( You’ll definitely need something to cool you down, and he gets into the habit of getting you a glass and a large jug of water before you cuddle up together because you have to stay hydrated and it should help you cool down at least a little. Get him a thin blanket and a fan of some kind and it should just about balance it out.

- He’s the opposite of Belphie, in that he doesn’t tend to cuddle for long periods of time - he wants to, and pouts any time he has to get up, but even if you help him not feel quite so hungry, he still needs to eat regularly. If you’re asleep he’ll move as slowly and carefully as possible so that he doesn’t wake you up. If you’re awake he’ll gush out apologies and then ask if you want to be wrapped up in the blanket and carried along with him. If you say no he pours a fresh glass of water and rushes out and back because he really wants to spend time with you.

- Sometimes he just gets really excited and happy and he’ll grin at you wordlessly.

- He’s quiet but in the early morning, when he wakes up, even if you’re not awake he’ll press soft kisses against your shoulders and the back of your neck and whisper whatever comes to his mind. He tends to repeat over and over that he really cares about you and that he’s really glad you’re here.

Belphegor

- Ideal cuddles: In the attic on his nest of pillows and blankets, curled up so that you’re both mainly on your backs but somewhat facing each other. No matter what he’s going to end up curling up against your side by the time he wakes up anyway. He also really likes sleeping on top of you, but this is a bit risky because he sleeps like a log and its hard to wake him up when you need to get up to eat or use the bathroom. If you’re not in the attic, the only other place outside of your rooms that he likes to cuddle up together to sleep is the planetarium, looking up at the stars together.

- He’s on the cooler side, but likes being warm - he’s used to the kind of warmth Beel produces. Because of this, he’s liable to snuggling in as close as he possibly can to you to absorb some of your heat. You’re going to become his own personal radiator.

- Unlike Beel, he will cuddle forever. There are very few things stopping him from just sleeping constantly, with the main reason being that he wants to spend time with you and Beel. In fact, you’re going to have trouble getting out of his grasp once he wraps his arms around your stomach and pulls you down onto his pillow nest. Its best to devise a system and let him get used to it - tapping on his arm or hand 3 times, or something like that, and he’ll release you. He’ll also push for you to wake him up. The only other thing that will make him release you is if he brushes a hand against your side and you’re ticklish and laugh, in which case he’ll grin and start tickling you instead.

- Like Levi, if relaxed enough he’ll slip into his demon form. It takes less energy to be in that form anyway, and he likes letting you play with his tail when you’re  cuddled up together. Acts annoyed if you start poking and prodding at him because you don’t often get to see the boys relaxed in their demon forms, but he really enjoys it. Purrs if you pet his horns.

- He’s not at all talkative but likes to listen. However, he’s liable to falling asleep very, very quickly, so it’s not worth saying anything too important to him; he’ll listen, and he’ll remember when he wakes up, but he’s not going to respond effectively in a timely manner.

- Belphie smirks and grins a lot, but sometimes he wakes up earlier than you and he looks at you until you wake up too, and you’ll see his lopsided smile as he beams at you, content. Mornings are okay like that, he decides, even if he grumbles and complains when you tell him you have to start getting ready for class.

[mitsukui]

birthday suit | g.w.

Pairing: George Weasley x female reader.

Summary: your boyfriend, George Weasley, could never allow you to sleep without a birthday celebration ━ this is the third and final part of my ‘Good Girl’ series, so make sure you read ‘Good Girl’ (pt.1) and ‘Make It Cream’ (pt.2) as well!

Word Count: 4,2k.

Warnings: smut! Mentions of food, daddy kink, dirty talk, cum play, spit play, overstimulation, praise kink, lingerie kink (is that a thing?), use of toys, gagging, choking, finger sucking, pictures being taken with total consent.

Disclaimer: none of the pictures used in the edit below belong to me; I simply put them together.

A/N: this was so highly requested! I hope I can make justice to your requests and desires, my loves. Please, leave me some feedback if you feel like it! My askbox is open for your opinions, thoughts and requests. Thank you so much for your time and attention!  ♡

Masterlist!

The clock struck midnight, and his thin and pinkish lips curled up in a devious smirk. He was well aware of your dislike towards celebrating your birthday, but you had been acting like such a good girl that he just had to give you something to celebrate the special day.

Truth being told, he was deeply and eternally thankful for your existence and for your presence in his life. You had changed so many aspects of his old self, taught him so many new things, and provided him so many novel feelings and experiences. You were the love of his life, and nothing would be able to ever change that.

However, he had also discovered an unexplored side of him with your help: George Weasley was an utterly kinky man. And there was nothing that he fancied more than seeing you squirming under his touch, moaning his name, and covered in his cum.

So your birthday gift had to be obviously related to that.

Ever since the wondrous night when you dominated him in the middle of your kitchen, he had been holding himself back and gathering all of his desire for you. You still had shared intimate moments, but none of them had been as intense as the very first time you called him ‘daddy’. And you missed those moments.

You missed being dominated by him, you missed the feeling of his hands hitting your skin repeatedly, you missed hearing his degrading words, you missed the air being cut from your lungs because he was choking you.

Thanks Merlin things were about to change.

Focused on a few things related to work, you had your eyebrows furrowed and teeth pressed down onto your lower lip. Every now and then, you mumbled some words to yourself, and George adored how you did this whenever you were concentrated.

The way you were completely clueless about his plans was simply adorable to him.

“Princess?” His words came out through a soft and moderately low voice, but it was enough to end your trance and make you look at him.

When your eyes met his figure, you noticed he was holding two things: a small white box, and a black shopping bag. As a result, you sighed and gave him a disapproving look. The quill you were holding was put to rest on your desk and you ran a hand through your hair.

“How many times have we talked about this, George? You know I’d rather see it as a normal day, than as my birthday.”

The tall man continued taking small steps as you sustained your visible frustration towards him. Despite your sudden bad mood, his smirk never faltered.

“I know, I know. But I saw these bad boys and I couldn’t stop thinking about it.”

You crossed your arms against your chest, the urge of punching him right in his handsome face burning inside you. With one of your eyebrows raised, you nodded shortly, signaling him to continue speaking.

“Don’t think of these as birthday gifts. Think they’re just gifts, because you’ve been a good girl for me.”

Unlike his smirk, you faltered. You blinked repeatedly and your arms fell to the sides of your body. Damn, you missed hearing those kinds of words. And he clearly noticed it, because he stepped even closer to you.

“You’ve been a good girl for me, haven’t you?” His dark eyes glistened with a deep, deep hunger, something which you had almost forgotten all about. It was so easy for him to read you. He knew exactly what those slightly parted lips and discontinuous breath meant. “Such a good girl for daddy.”

And then, just like that, you were wrapped around his finger. However, it was not time for you to have your entertainment yet. Both of you still needed to wait some more, and he was willing to make you suffer a bit.

“Let’s see what daddy’s got you, hmm?”

He carefully positioned the white box in your own hands, gesturing for you to open it and, when you did, a chuckle slipped out of your lips effortlessly.

Inside of that first box, there was a small square of strawberry cake, splattered with condensed milk and tiny raspberries. The sight was mouthwatering, though he gave you no time to think much about it.

Two of his slender fingers ran over the creamy liquid, capturing some of it. In a quick movement, he shoved his fingers into your mouth, which caused your tongue to automatically swirl around them. A growl got caught in his throat, the feeling of that type of intimacy being missed erupting in his chest.

There was enjoyment in that act for you too, your long lost submissiveness returning to you bit to bit. Your eyelashes fluttered until you closed your eyes, and you opened your mouth a bit wider, allowing his fingers to go in deeper.

He showed no mercy upon you, quickly gaining a fast pace shoving his fingers in and out your mouth. Occasional gags echoed in the silent room and saliva was already dripping down your chin. Funnily enough, the condensed milk still danced around your tongue and his fingers.

“Don’t swallow it.”

He was quick to order you and even quicker to kneel down in front of you. Confusion played with your senses for a bit while the liquid remained still inside your mouth. “Spit it in my mouth.”

A series of tingles played with your core and it was almost as if you had mistaken his words for something else. However, he stuck his tongue out and stared intensely at you, his gaze never wandering to somewhere else.

So you obeyed. You placed both of your hands on the sides of his face, leaned down just a bit, and brought him closer to you. He held on your thighs as the liquid was transferred into his mouth, his nails being pressed against the soft skin.

Once George had all the liquid inside his mouth, he swallowed it and released the pressure he had created on your thighs with his hands. He stood up, towering over you and whispering how much of a whore you are. His thumb ran across your parted lips while you resisted the urge to ask him if he could fuck your mouth relentlessly.

“Now, princess, there’s one more for you to open. We can eat your cake later, alright?” He handed you the black bag this time and, already feeling eager enough, you opened it in a heartbeat.

Inside of the bag, there was a lingerie set. The upper piece was covered in a light pink shade, and the top cups were adorned with a transparent fabric with red hearts on it. There was a pink see-through thong there as well, to complete the set. However, those were not the only things in there.

Resting insignificantly on the corner of the bag, your eyes captured the sight of something yet unknown. Your fingers grazed the surface of the object until you finally got a hold of it and were able to identify what it was: a vibrator.

You looked up at him for answers, and that same smirk was back on. You hated him for it, for how good he looked at that moment, and for how wet you already were.

“You’ve found my favorite part of it all, darling. This little guy”, George took the vibrator from your hands, and fiddled with it. His hand looked so big compared to it that it was hypnotizing. “is gonna be inside you for the entire day tomorrow. Do you understand it?”

His voice assumed that old dominant tone and you almost collapsed right in front of him, begging to be fucked. You nodded along his words. “This little part is gonna be brushing against your clit, vibrating from time to time.” His index finger ran over the toy slowly, accentuating all of its features. “And this one is gonna be inside of you, shoved up real deep in your cunt.”

Although you had not even reached your orgasm yet, you swore you were seeing stars. You could feel your panties covered in a sticky mess due to the wetness he had caused with so little.

“But let’s not get excited now, shall we? There’s a long night of sleep ahead of us. Go to bed now, I’ll be right there with you.”

Dizziness clouded your mind and you could only obey George, your pleasure reaching a point that was so high that you even forgot what you were doing before any of that started.

You fell asleep together that night, and you slept like a baby. In the next morning, he woke you up with a tenderness which was soon destroyed by his fingers playing with your clit, stretching your pussy lips and shoving the vibrator inside you, exactly like he had promised last night.

And exactly like he had told you to, you stayed with it throughout the day.

He told you he had put a spell on it that allowed him to control it even when you were distant from each other. With a simple flick of his wand, he would be able to make it vibrate or make it stop. If he whispered a few words, the vibrator could even thrust in and out of you. Was not magic amazing?!

In a nutshell, he was able to torture you whenever and however he wanted. And that’s what he did.

He started out slowly, gently almost. The very first vibrations came in the morning, when you had just started working. It was like a ticklish touch, giving you a fluttering pleasure. You gasped once you felt it, shocked by how suddenly it had reached you. However, he only allowed you to feel that for brief moments, teasing you recklessly in random moments during the day.

When the evening at last arrived and it was the end of your shift, you were nothing but a terrible shaking and furtively moaning mess. Warmness controlled your cheeks, your legs trembled and you could not wait to be touched after so many vibrations and thrusts.

But the real torture met you when you apparated back to the apartment you shared with George.

He was waiting for you, sat on the leather couch in the living room. His Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes’ uniform hugged every inch of his muscular body ravishingly, but what really got you was the way he stood up as soon as he laid eyes on you.

It only took him a second to notice your submissive and ready-to-be-pleased-and-please condition, and another mere second to crash his lips against yours. He kissed you with a hunger you thought he would never feel again for you, hands showing no hesitation to explore your body, and squeeze any parts he was crazy about.

As he kissed you, you felt the same vibrations from earlier but, this time, you were free to moan. So you did. You opened your mouth while he kissed you and moaned loudly, instantly begging him to fuck you through whispers mixed with whimpers.

George led you to your shared bedroom and, when he pushed you down onto the bed, he chuckled and ran his hand over his jawline, the bulge on his pants starting to bother him.

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten what you did to me the last time. I’m going to fucking destroy you tonight, birthday girl.”

That was enough to make you moan and spread your legs for him. In the blink of an eye, he undressed you, leaving only the lingerie he had gotten you on.

His dark eyes studied your body and, amongst so many lustful feelings, a pang of love exploded in his chest. You were so beautiful, and he was so honored to openly see how much you loved and trusted him. And, at that moment, the certainty that you were the only one for him burned fiercely inside him.

Still with your legs spread open for him and few clothing on, you ran your fingers over your clothed intimacy, the vibrator now feeling a bit like a bother, once you would rather have his cock filling you up.

As soon as he was close enough to you on the bed, his fingers removed your panties and he was blinded by the way your juices from the entire day were displayed on the fabric.

“Just look at this…” He shot you a disapproving looking, however, on the inside, he was far beyond turned on. “I bet you came so many times, didn’t you, princess?”

You nodded at his words, lips pressed together. You could feel he was about to degrade you, which made an enormous fire appear on your loins. His words, however, turned out to be the entire opposite of what you were expecting.

“What a good girl you’ve been for daddy. I see you’ve kept my little gift on the entire day, right?”

Instead of answering him, you chose to take your legs up to your chest this time, all of you being exposed for his eyes to feast on. You used all of your strength and attempted to push out the toy, but it was useless; it only moved a few inches.

“So pretty, baby girl. I bet you feel really sensitive right now, yeah? Even a bit swollen, perhaps.” George palmed his erection, precum leaking from the tip and creating a small spot on his underwear. “And I bet you taste really good.”

With this final sentence, he brought your panties up to his lips and gave it a long and slow lick. The scene unraveling in front of your eyes caused your wall to clench around the vibrator.

While he licked your juices off your panties and looked at you the entire time, needy moans were the only sounds coming out of your lips. You had never imagined he would do something like that. Although it was something extraordinarily new for you, you still enjoyed it somehow, and made sure your brain was recording every piece of it. It would come in handy whenever you two were apart.

“So, so sweet, princess. That’s my good girl.” He leaned down and pecked your lips quickly, soon loosening his tie. “How about we take this off now?”

He ran his fingers over the toy, putting some extra pressure on the part that was close to your clit. In slow and teasing movements, he pulled the vibrator out of you, a string of your own juices still making a connection between you.

The action forced you to buckle your hips up, desperation and lust being the only things rushing through your veins then. You were indeed sensitive, just like he had predicted, but you still wanted to feel his lips, fingers and cock playing with you.

“Can you, please, fuck me, daddy? I’ve been waiting all day long…”

Your voice broke his trance in a billion of pieces, and the way he looked at you was slightly dangerous. You loved his eyes whenever he looked at you like that. And he loved looking at you like that, because it meant he was about to fuck your brains out.

Without any words, he used one of his hands to pull your chin down and open your lips, and the other to shove your recently licked panties into your mouth.

“You’re gonna be real good for daddy now, alright, princess?” The same hand he had used to make you gag on your own underwear was now pressing the sides of your neck and cutting all the existing air in your body.

You rolled your eyes to the back of your head and your moans were muffled by the fabric in your mouth. While still choking you and eating you up with his eyes, his free hand travelled to your pussy and he went straightforward to your clit.

“You’re soaking wet, babe. Aren’t you a desperate whore?” His fingers moved in circular gestures and they were increasing in speed second after second. “My desperate whore, though.”

Eyes shut tightly, eyebrows furrowed together, and tension building in your lower stomach area, you whimpered and nodded at everything he was doing at that moment.

George was crazy about the way your wetness painted his fingers, the way he had been the one to cause all that, the way you were indeed slightly swollen yet begging for more, and the way you were entirely his. The entire situation was almost like a mirage to his eyes, and his secret devotion for you could not get any bigger at that moment. He lusted over you, but he also loved you more than anything else in the entire universe.

Soon enough, another orgasm washed over you as tiny tears escaped your eyes. Sounds that resembled screams quite a lot escaped your lips, but did not make very far as for echoing in the room.

George’s touch became gentle again and he allowed you to breathe properly again. You opened your eyes and found him smiling at you, his thumb brushing against your cheekbone and words of praise escaping his lips in whispered notes.

The mix of feelings both of you had always felt during these moments was something really out of this world, and how he could so easily switch from being dominant to being loving only made you feel more submissive to him.

“Is it okay if daddy fucks you now, princess? Do you think you can take it?” This time, however, you could not even nod. Pleasure was still sending waves of shock down your spine and you needed some extra time to recover. So you only blinked in response, tilting your head to the side and pressing your face against his hand.

“You remember our safe word, yeah? And you know that you can use it anytime, right? I’ll stop it right away, darling.”

You closed your eyes once more, humming in response. Deep down inside, you wondered if you could handle another round. You were exhausted already. Being teased the entire day was no easy task, and being teased by George Weasley was enough to make anyone drown in lust.

However, something inside of you wanted to go that extra notch. You knew he wanted it, too, and you would do anything to pleasure him. And, on top of all that, it had been the best birthday you had ever had, so why not make it memorable?

As you remained silent, he pressed gentle kisses to your temples and forehead, fingers running over your nipples through your delicate and almost innocent looking bra. Whatever answer came from you, it would not matter much to him. He was happy to stay with you like that, completely ignoring his own needs and focusing solely on you and what was best for you.

But you opened your eyes after a while, a new energy bursting inside you and that same old crave for him still burning as strongly as ever. You and George exchanged a long stare and both of you just knew it.

You knew you were respected and taken care of by your soul mate, and he knew he had found everything he had always looked for.

He undressed as you watched wordlessly, your underwear now soaked by your own saliva. A few moments later, he lined himself up with your entrance, teasing you a bit more by rubbing his shaft against your incredibly sensitive cunt.

“Don’t forget to use our safeword if you need it, princess.”

And, with that, he buried himself inside you. You arched your back and cried out instantly, the feeling of finally being full of him giving you everything you had been longing for the entire day. He got a grip on your hip bones and started pumping in and out of you slowly.

Your walls felt so tight around him, repeatedly clenching his member, and your warmness was not of much help either. He had spent the day in a torturous manner as well, imagining if you were enjoying what he decided to do with you. Images of you taking deep breaths from time to time, covering your mouth, and gasping had popped into his mind in the worst moments, and it had been hard for him to focus on anything else other than the moment he would see you again.

George fucked you in a romantic and patient way. He adjusted to your needs, paying attention to your body and your reactions. His thrusts were steady and deep, dripping with the great devotion he felt for you.

But when he felt his own orgasm was approaching, he sustained a faster and sloppier pace, your name leaving his lips like a mantra and his fingers focusing on your clit once more.

Unison moaning filled the air hovering above the two of you, and you felt you were close as well. It did not take long until you were coming undone for him and him only, nails digging onto his forearms and more small tears streaming down your cheeks.

George’s moans became louder and he knew it was time. While you still trembled and gasped for air, he slipped out of you, but kept on stroking himself. He violently pulled your panties out of your mouth and, once you understood what he was about to do, you stuck your tongue out.

His warm seed fell on your face, painting your tongue and bits of your chin as well. He breathed heavily, his hand still stroking himself and your name leaving his lips.

You somehow managed to pull off an innocent and submissive look, despite the exhaustion that now took over your body, while moving your tongue and savoring the way he had again made you his. With your eyes stuck on him, you whimpered and waited for his permission to swallow the white ropes on your tongue.

“Fucking Merlin, princess.” George was sweaty and a tad exhausted as well, but the sight of you with your lips covered in his cum was too amazing to be wasted. “Hold on a sec.”

He left you like that, tongue stuck out and cum continuously releasing its flavor in your mouth. And, when he returned, he had an instant camera in hands. Your eyes widened and, once more, he was surprising you with things he had never done before.

“Make a really pretty pose for daddy.” Sweet chuckles were captured by his ears, which only caused him to chuckle too and tell you, again, how much of a good girl you were for him.

You stuck your tongue out even further, and your fingers were brought up to your bra. You rolled up the piece and your breasts were then visible. Still using your fingers, you spread his cum around your lips and chin area, and even took a bit of it to both of your nipples. It was enough to make him hard again.

“Get ready now.” Right before he snapped the picture, you played with his cum, a string of the liquid connecting your tongue and your middle finger. He groaned at the scene, internally swearing he could fuck you until the daylight.

Once the picture was out and you could see it perfectly, you swallowed his cum, but enjoyed feeling the remains of it on your skin. For a brief while, he selfishly stared at the little square on his hand, mesmerized by the way the picture moved and had captured you being so dirty. His fingertips ran over his sensitive tip and he threw his head back, but he was quick to return to reality.

“Do you wanna see it?”

You nodded at his words, body turning towards him. George was someone who managed to look good even after exhaustion and huge waves of pleasure. His eyelids looked somewhat heavy, and he still found a bit of difficulty to breathe properly. Love overflew from your heart and you were unable to hold a small smile back.

His body fell down next to yours, against the white sheets of your bed, and his head rested on his pillow. He showed you the picture and, strangely enough, you loved watching yourself like that. Your self-esteem skyrocketed.

“Do you like it, daddy?”

“I love it, princess. I guess it’s my new favorite picture of yours. Being such a good slut for daddy, huh? Covered in his cum and showing it off.”

The picture was put down and your tired body was brought closer to his. He pressed his lips against yours in a sweet, slow and sloppy kiss, a huge contrast compared to the way he had treated you throughout your birthday.

He broke the kiss after a minute or two, and studied all of your features. The picture was obviously mesmerizing for him, but the reality he had created with you was much, much better.

“You’re the love of my life. Thank you for giving me this opportunity to celebrate your birthday with you.” As he whispered his confession, you placed your hands on his chest and scratched his freckled skin gently, something you know he adored. He peppered your face with delicate kisses and then proceeded to speak again, his caring nature slipping through the cracks of his dominant self.

“Happy birthday, princess. Words will never be enough to fully express my love for you.”

Celebrating your birthday next year did not sound too much of a bad idea, after all.

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[oro-e-diamanti]

Thank you guys so much for 500 followers! I'm really honoured that so many people are interested in my stuff, I love every single one of you.

As a thank you to every one of you I thought I'd do two things to celebrate with you!

1) I will write blurbs for you! Under the read more cut there will be a prompt list along with all the rules, so get sending!

2) I'm opening my requests - but for one story only! So from today on until Sunday (August 22nd, midnight CEST), send me ideas in my ask box, it doesn't matter if they're vague or highly detailed, anything you'd like me to write! Then, the week after, I'll be putting your ideas in a poll and you can all vote on which one of the ideas you'll want me to write for a week! Now, this will be a longer story (anything between 2000 and 5000 words probably), so make it good!

Now go blow up my askbox!

PS: A massive thank you to @damianodavide who made me this lovely gif! 💕

For the blurbs, I am aiming to write little scenarios based on the prompts below, up to 500 words. I'm only doing every prompt once, so first come first served! I'll also close this when it gets too overwhelming, so I'm not planning to write something for every prompt on here, but I'll see how much I'm able to do in time! Prompts I've already got a request for will be crossed out.

Rules!

Send in the prompt number

Tell me who you want me to write about: Vic, Damiano, Ethan, Thomas?

Optionally: tell me if you want it fluffy, smutty, angsty, good ending, sad ending, something funny, something dreamy, a combination of the above, or anything else you want to add!

Please only send one prompt per person so everyone gets a chance :)

Prompt list:

“He’s so pretty I think I’m gonna faint.”

“I’m already home.”

"I don't even like you!"

“OH, you’re jealous!”

“Stop being grumpy, it’s lame.”

“Well the probability of that is 0, but you go ahead.”

“Wait, don’t pull away… Not yet.”

“I’m not playing truth or dare.”

“You look happy.”

“You want to do this right now? Even though we could get caught?”

“Okay, maybe I’m crazy but did I just hear you say that out loud?”

“Sleep over? Please?”

“Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?”

“Apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together.”

“Why are you awake right now?”

“Sorry, is that supposed to impress me?”

“We’re in public, you know.”

“If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.”

“Wait, no, don’t take kissing away from me.”

“You aren't taking me to bed....ever.” “Who said it had to be a bed?”

“You should’ve said that yesterday.”

“Okay, so maybe I didn’t see that coming.”

“I’m going to die. I’m going to die with an absolute idiot!”

“Who said I ever stopped?”

“It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.”

“Seeing you between my legs is so hot.”

“Wait, wait. Say that again. please.”

“Home stopped being a place when you entered my life.”

“I’ll feel much better if you let me walk you home.”

“I think I just ripped my pants.”

“You’re a bad liar did you know?”

“Take off your clothes, but leave the heels on.”

“You didn’t tell me your friend was cute! Now, what am I going to do?”

“I know you can be louder than that.”

“Give me attention.”

“This is the opposite of what I told you to do.”

“I was wondering how long you two were going to make out like that before you realize you weren’t alone.”

“It’s you, it always has been.”

“Do you like that? Like being in control?”

“Am I your lock screen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

“You’re not very intimidating.”

“Try to stay quiet for me. Can you do that?”

“But I’ve never told you that before.”

“Can you shut up for once in your life?”

“That was kind of hot.”

“Yeah, well, if you weren’t so drunk maybe I would.”

“Please just kiss me already.”

“Why do you keep bringing it up?”

“You owe me a kiss.”

“Just pretend to be my date.”

[shookspearewrites]

Back again @aeoncryptic ? I am so glad to see you popping back into the askbox; Your requests are always such a joy to answer! (+ you blessed me with my fave Theo, you angel 🥺 ) Thank you so much for requesting, luv ^^

- JJ x

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☾ - Sleep headcanon

Theodorus van Gogh:

Theo works so hard and manages to exhaust himself so much that he sleeps like a brick - 8 hours a night of completely interrupted deep, blissful sleep. This means that his body clock is perfectly tuned to wake him up at 5:30 am every day, completely refreshed and ready to work harder than humanly possible. There’s only really one downside that Theo can see about it all though: It means that if he has a day off with you, he can’t sleep in and snuggle without getting restless or take afternoon naps with you in the warm summer months. 

He always vehemently denies it but, Theodorus is possibly the cuddliest of the mansion’s residents. Nothing soothes him quite like a good snuggle - Holding you tightly, sharing each other’s warmth, that’s his happy place. Theo’s favourite way to cuddle is spoon you from behind, his arms wrapping around your centre to link his hands in your’s. He’ll trail soft, sleepy kisses to the nape of your neck and lazily stroke your hair as he wakes up, feeling guilty for having to leave you alone in bed when he has to leave for work.

Theo’s a pretty still sleeper so, if he catches you in a cuddle, he’ll hold you there all night, never once moving. He’d be embarrassed if you ever told him but, Theodorus is a sleep talker. He’s admitted that he’s not good at expressing himself with words but, his pent up feelings seem to just let themselves out while he sleeps. Sometimes its lines from the romantic poetry that he reads and sometimes, Theo will very plainly express his true feelings about you with so earnestly in his slumber, often in a mixture of mumbled Dutch, French and English - “Ik wil je altijd beschermen”, “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever known”, “J'ai toujours su que nous étions faits l'un pour l'autre”. This paired with his husky, deep sleepy voice just makes for some wonderful heart fluttering on your part. And his heart always seems to skip a beat and his cheeks flush when he sleep talks almost like he’s dreaming of confessing all these things to you in person.

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart:

Mozart might be the lightest sleeper in the world, like, this man will wake up if he hears a door close on the other side of the mansion. It doesn’t help that he often works into the late hours of the night until he simply can’t keep his eyes open, only to be woken up after a few hours with the others beginning to start their day. Safe to say, Wolfgang never gets enough sleep and only manages to keep himself awake by ingesting ungodly amounts of coffee.

He’s rather cuddly, despite his cold exterior. Mozart’s love language is Physical Affection and my goodness does he like to show it when you share a bed together get your mind out of the gutter. The moment that you two snuggle up under the covers, his arms are pulling you to his chest and his lips are peppering delicate kisses to your cheeks, nose and forehead. He wriggles around in his sleep a lot but, if he ever wakes up and you have somehow ended up out of his arms, he’ll pull you back into a cuddle and bury his nose in your hair or the crook of your neck to soothe him back to sleep.

You’re going to need to remind / encourage him to go to bed a lot - Poor man is just so dedicated to his work that he’ll regularly work until 3am to achieve musical perfection. And honestly, Mozart is so grateful when you trudge into the music room or up to his desk in your sweet little night clothes and take his hand in your own, leading him to bed where he can just rest for the night. He finds it very hard to sleep without you by his side so, if he ever finds himself unable to share the bed with you for any reason, Wolfie will normally just keep himself awake until he either passes out or the sun rises, whichever comes first. 

[mystic-writes]

I hope this is the right place haha. Could you do a female Eivor and female reader. The reader goes on a raid but it doesn’t go a planned. Maybe captured and tortured (sounds rough I know. A damsel in distress situation) then Eivor comes and rescues her. Thank you!

Thank you so much for sending in a request! This is not only my first request, but also my first kidnapping (kinda) fic! I feel like I'm officially a fanfic writer now! Also, happy pride month everyone, happy indigenous history month to all the indigenous folks out there! As a side note, my requests are still open, so feel free to send them to my askbox everyone!

CW: water torture, knifes, blood, brief mention of hot metal torture situation (none of the above are in a lot of detail!), angst, fluffy ending

Possible spoilers (very vague mention of storyline related thing)!

It had been days, maybe even a week since you had been captured during a raid that had gone rather poorly. While you were striking down soldiers with your bow from a nice, high branch at the top of a tree, you were spotted and a group of soldiers came after you. You had no choice other than to jump down from your high vantage point, and in doing so you sprained your ankle. Because you were injured and unable to really run away, the group of soldiers eventually caught up to you. Since then, you’d remained in the cell you had been placed in that night, hands and feet chained, the metal beginning to cut into your flesh. You had been questioned a few times, usually regarding what Eivor knew about the Order. You never answered any of the questions they asked you, partly because you usually didn’t know what to tell them. Eivor told you very little about her work dismantling the Order of the Ancients because she didn’t want you to get involved with it somehow, which would greatly endanger your safety. When they didn’t get the answers they so desperately wanted, they would either pour buckets of freezing cold water over your head, or slowly drag a knife along your flesh in a spot of their choosing. Though the cuts were not deep, likely in order to keep you from bleeding out, they stung when the water was poured over you, and were quite painful. Not to mention that having water repeatedly poured over you left you almost permanently wet, or at the very least damp, leading you to not be able to produce any body heat.

Though the days of torture and going with little to no food or water passed on, you knew that Eivor would find you eventually. She loved you, and had promised that no matter what happened, she would always keep you safe. Though the raid had not gone as planned and you had been captured, you knew she would keep her word; she always did. You trusted your lover, and knew she would do whatever she had to in order to get you back.

At some point, you had either passed out or fallen asleep (you weren’t sure which), and now someone was shaking you awake rather violently. You opened your eyes, hoping that it was Eivor, but instead saw one of the soldiers who had captured you. You felt tears spring to your eyes as you were hauled off to another room, dreading what was to come, and not knowing how much more you could take.

As usual, you were placed in a chair, your wrists strapped to the arms of the chair, and your ankles to the legs. You knew what to expect at this point; question after question, and you giving them no answer, then either being cut or having freezing water poured over your head. However, you noticed today that there were no buckets of water in the room today, and that there was a brazier sitting next to you. You had an idea of where this was going, and you did not like it. Though you knew it was of no use, you began struggling against your restraints.

“Now, now, darling. There won’t be any escaping happening here,” one of the soldiers says, directly in front of your face. You take the opportunity presented to you, and spit at him. This gets you a slap in the face that leaves your skin tingling and your ears ringing. But, you don’t regret spitting at him; not at all.

“Well, now that the spitting is hopefully out of the way, time for some questions. You might want to cooperate today, love. We’ve got a new toy to try out on you and I don’t think you’ll like it very much,” he says, lighting the coals in the brazier sitting next to you. He then places a long, metal poker into the fire, and you watch as the metal turns bright red.

“Now, what do you know about the Order? Who is that heathen’s next target, huh?” he asks you. When you don’t answer he goes to grab the metal poker. He holds it just above the skin on your collarbone, and says “Are you sure you don’t want to ans-,” before getting cut off by a door slamming open, and a knife slitting his throat. As the body of the soldier is pushed to the side, you see the person wielding the knife, and it’s just who you had hoped it would be. Eivor drops the knife, now covered in the blood of one of the men who had taken you, and falls to her knees, begging to unfasten your restraints. You try to speak, to tell her how thankful you are, but she hushes you, telling you to save your strength. Once your restraints have been severed, she takes off her cloak and wraps it around you before picking you up. You’re grateful for the warmth of her large cloak, and even more grateful that you’ll soon be back in Ravensthorpe.

You begin to wake up and notice that you’re snuggled up in several soft furs, being held by who you can only assume is Eivor. The last thing you can remember before you passed out is the jostling from being on top of a horse, and Eivor holding you closely, whispering to you that you were safe. You open your eyes and see Eivor looking down at you. Once she realizes that you’re awake, she pulls you even closer to her, and whispers “I’m so sorry, my love. I have failed you.”

You reach up and wipe away a tear that has slipped from one of her eyes and say, “But, you haven’t! I’m back home thanks to you.” You wrap your arms around her middle and squeeze as tight as you possibly can, so happy to be back in the arms of the person that you love the most.

“I thought you would be safe if you were further away. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed that,” she says, her voice strained.

“Eivor, I’m usually fine. There was no way for either of us to know that someone would spot me. None of what has happened is your fault, nor do I blame you. I’m just glad to be back here, with you, in your arms,” you whisper to her, leaning up to kiss her cheek. You press your head to her chest, suddenly feeling tired again.

“Y/N, I would have done anything to get you back. Your safety will always be more important to me than anything else, and I love you more than words can say. Now rest my love, you have been through a lot,” she says before placing a kiss on top of your head.

You return her affections, and feel yourself begin to drift off. You’re comforted by the warmth and the safety of being in Eivor’s arms, and allow yourself to be lulled to sleep by the beating of her heart.

[mondscheinprinzessin]

"do you have a crush on me, or something?"

Filled request from this prompt list. Feel free to come in my askbox with a prompt and a pairing and I will do my best! I put all prompts already taken at the end of the fic because I would like to write as much various as possible.

[Olli/Tommi]

The world around was rushing past him as if he was on his morning run in the park, the trees sliding past his vision and at that speed home must be around the next corner though Olli was fairly sure they weren’t out the bar for even fifteen minutes yet. At least he felt as tipsy as when Tommi had dragged him from the barstool into the chilly night air and told him they were going home. He didn’t need to question where home was.

Olli didn’t have time to put a word in as Tommi had already taken his hand in his and pulled till Olli stumbled into motion, his staggering steps uncoordinated behind Tommi who with his long legs always seemed to be one meter before him like he couldn’t be home fast enough. 

His eyes were too unfocused to get details about his surroundings in and he trusted Tommi enough to know he would arrive home in one piece so Olli let himself dragged forward hoping he could crash on a couch soon because now that the lively and energetic atmosphere of the drinking night with his friends was behind them, he could feel sleep tucking at the edges of his perception. Maybe he could persuade Tommi into sharing his bed again so he could snuggle into the big and comfy form of his friend although it happened rarely. Tragic, if you asked Olli.

But tipsy Olli had neither a filter on his words nor his emotions so as soon as the idea took form in his last working braincell it flooded out of his mouth not a second later. “Can I sleep in your bed tonight?” His words echoed from the houses around him, but he didn’t care about the volume of his voice right now, more important was Tommi’s answer.

But Tommi barely turned his head to look at him, only slowed his steps a few. “I take the couch then.”

“Nooooooo.” Olli whined at the prospect and pouted. That’s not what he had implied with this. “I need my teddybear in bed too. We can share, you won’t even notice me I swear.”

Tommi simply huffed and gave no reply and Olli had no other choice than to keep on walking hoping whatever Tommi meant with that single push of air that it was consent to Olli’s suggestion. Normally he had a very good grip on every of Tommi’s minimalistic expressions but with the Sex on the Beach in his system and what knows else it was harder to interpret the stoic face and lack of words.

Only a minute later -or Olli thought, time was a strange concept to him at the moment- they were walking up a pair of stairs. Wasn’t there an elevator in Tommi’s apartment complex, Olli wondered but had to concentrate on hauling his tired and exhausted body up the last part. He instantly collapsed against the wall and closed his eyes against the bright light of the hallway while Tommi was fishing for his keys.

He had never fared well with alcohol; the first one to get drunk and the first one to fall asleep. It had already been midnight when he had ordered his last drink, so it was way past his normal bedtime, and he was feeling it hard. Sluggish movements were all he could muster up whilst picking himself off the wall when he heard the lock click. 

He had hoped Tommi would take his hand again, but he could only watch as Tommi trotted ahead, leaving the door open for him but not waiting or helping him get out of his jacket, which turned out more difficult than it had any right to be. There were only two sleeves and two arms, how hard could it be? He could form a human pretzel, but his clothes took it too far tonight. 

Leaving his stuff on the floor (trying to pick them up could mean he himself would stay laying on the floor right alongside them) he listened for Tommi’s whereabouts. 

He found him in the kitchen, a glass of water at the sink next to him which he nudged closer, and Olli gladly took it. The taste of old beer wasn’t so welcome on his tongue and his mouth felt sticky and dry. Weird combination. 

“Do you want a sandwich?” Tommi asked with his head already in the fridge, not sparing one look at Olli and it slowly grew weird to him. Had he done something wrong? All the way here he had been ignored minus the hand holding as the only contact that had happened between them since they left the bar. 

Olli couldn’t tell if Tommi was angry in general or angry at him. The second option hurt deeply, and he sincerely hoped it wasn’t his fault that Tommi couldn’t manage to look at him or even turn around, stuck at the kitchen counter, fiddling with the bread.

He loved his caring friend who always made sure he got safely into bed after drinking, but right now Olli just wanted a bit of attention from him, only a little. The smallest amount. Even if it’s just his name that came over Tommi’s lips to acknowledge he was here and not just a burden that needed to be put to sleep quickly. 

“Sorry if I drank too much.” He apologized thinking that must be the reason for Tommi’s bad mood because he pretty much always got into it when Olli went out with friends. “I know I get too silly and clown around with Joonas and cause problems.”

“You were not too silly. And you’re never a problem.”

“Then what is it?”

He could hear Tommi’s sigh all the way to where he had sat down at the kitchen table. It wasn’t sad, more like frustrated? Olli had the urge to wrap his hands around Tommi and apologize for whatever dumb shit he had pulled and got his friend all pissed to the point he couldn’t face him.

“I don’t like you throwing yourself recklessly at other people. You’re too good natured to see them just gazing at you and wanting you for their own fun.”

A few wrinkles appeared on Olli’s forehead, not comprehending Tommi’s opinion about his behaviour. “And what if I don’t have a problem with that? And have my own fun with it?” He asked, jutting his chin out, challenging. 

It’s not for Tommi to decide in what ways he could have fun or not. If he used people as a distraction, it doesn’t matter if they treated him just the same, a mutual understanding between two adults. If that is how Olli wanted to cope, then so be it and Tommi has no say in it. He can’t understand it, but Olli also couldn’t explain it to him otherwise he would say too much. And he would rather have his friend ignore him for one evening or a few more in the future than to dismiss him altogether.

Because Olli couldn’t keep his heart from beating faster when he was close to Tommi and couldn’t make the butterflies in his stomach stop until he almost got queasy with lovesickness. All that he couldn’t say. 

Shaking Olli out of his thoughts Tommi showed him half his face before he turned it back around to glare at the wall. “Are you for real? None of them can give you what you deserve.”

Olli was a bit at a loss, what did Tommi care for with whom Olli decided to share his time and bed with? “Why does it bother you anyway?”

“It doesn’t bother me.” Tommi said defiantly. “I’m just saying. Anybody could treat you better than those guys.”

Tommi was one of those people that would treat him right and care for him, Olli thought. He didn’t wish for anybody, just Tommi. “Are you jealous? Do you have a crush on me, or something?" He blurted out with half a hysterical laugh before he could swallow the comment. The answer would only hurt him, he knew, but it was out now anyway. 

To hell with his secretiveness, he had suffered for so long with the impulses to just stride up to Tommi and press a kiss to his lips, to lay his whole body on top of him when they were sharing a bed, and always seek him out when they were together in a group. There was nothing he could do against his desires and if Tommi couldn’t cope with it then so be it. Their friendship had been good as long as it lasted. 

But the final blow didn’t come, instead Tommi had been silent so far.

“Tommi?” He asked cautiously when he didn’t receive any answer and Tommi still stood with his back to him at the counter, hands on it next to him, head hanging low. 

Not getting an answer at all wasn’t any less painful. Was the implication of Tommi having a thing for Olli so terrible that he preferably did not comment on it?

“I don’t want to lie to you.” Finally came a few words from him and Olli exhaled shakily. 

“Then don’t?” Olli wasn’t sure what exactly Tommi’s problem was. A simple no would do it. A short and sweet way to break his heart but Tommi didn’t need to know that.

The rejection doesn’t come and when Tommi finally, finally turns around Olli isn’t so sure how he can stay sitting down when all he wants and needs is right there in front of him. He could hardly hold back but when Tommi’s low voice reaches his ears again he can’t help but get closer to him. 

“You don’t want me to tell the truth.” Tommi murmured and Olli allowed himself to gaze into Tommi’s eyes, a flash of sadness in it that Olli can’t quite place and certainly doesn’t want to see there. 

Olli still lacked the confidence to believe that Tommi not outright pushing him back and telling him that whatever Olli had hinted at was utter bullshit meant that there was a possibility of him being right, because it just couldn’t be, right?

“One of us has to.” He said back, looking up at how Tommi’s face changed from his impassive mask to something more soft and Olli’s hand got up all of his own to cup his cheek, running his thumb over it before it settled on Tommi’s shoulder right by his neck.

The fondness looking back at him almost made him choke up but at least now Olli wasn’t as afraid about harsh words and a broken friendship anymore.

He could see and feel Tommi swallow under his hand and waited with anticipation for something, anything. Normally Tommi was so composed and unmoved from everything but right now with the moonlight shining on them both through the window he discovered a new side to him and knowing that no one else had yet caught a glimpse of it let him glow with pride that it was him and also left him slightly anxious because it was a turning point for them.

“You want me to say it?” Tommi searched for assurance.

“Yes, please.” He breathed out. 

The excitement rushing through him was almost unbearable and he hung to Tommi’s lips ready to catch every word and when Tommi confidently laid his arms around his waist, Olli had never felt safer and the anxiousness from before vanished all at once, only leaving a delightful spark of warmth in his middle, magnifying when Tommi pulled him closer, and Olli fell against his chest. 

“I love you Olli Matela and if you could kiss me now, you would make me a very happy man-”

Tommi didn’t need to ask twice. Olli got up on his toes the instant he heard the first part and swallowed the last word overly eager. He didn’t need to be tentative with Tommi, he was too impatient to waste their first kiss with gentleness and just took what he had dreamed of for so long.

As much as their evening and the conversation had sobered him, he felt drunk again, but it was a more pleasant kind that left him tingling all over and a groan escaped his lips when Tommi grabbed him more firmly by the waist. His own hands were wrapped around Tommi’s neck, holding himself up while he chased his lips and didn’t hold back with sliding his tongue inside as well. 

He would’ve fallen over already if it weren’t for Tommi strongly embracing him and Olli never wanted to step out of his space. When they eventually parted their mouths Olli’s head went laying on the shoulder before him and he left a few lazy kisses on Tommi’s neck while the man chuckled above him. Olli grinned into the skin as well, too happy and content to care about his actions now.

“Can’t get enough from me?” Tommi asked with a grin and turned a bit to leave a kiss on Olli’s hair. 

“Never. I love you too Tommi Lalli.”

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prompts already done or in progress:

“you flat out just admitted you have feelings for me.” “you’re in denial.” “I am not in denial!” “look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t feel something for me.” “do you think that this, us… do you think it could ever… be something more?” "friends don't talk about each other that way"

[safetycar-restart]

i'm BACK 🤭 now idk how good this is cause i've had zero creativity (if i didn't i'd make up 90% of your asks) but hehehe 😇 somebody take boypussy!charles away from me the amount of times i've written for him is unhealthy.

this is virgin!boypussy!charles if you do not mind :)))

oh well who cares!

“isn’t this a lil’ easier, baby?” you’re right but charles don’t wanna give you the satisfaction of knowing that. he tucks your bottom lip into his mouth while his pace speeds up. he was ready, honestly. he’s been preparing for the day he's comfortable enough to lose “it”.

granted, today wasn’t really the day but be thought he was ready by now. honestly, who in their twenties is still a virgin? charles, of course.

still, luckily enough for charles- you couldn’t allow yourself to sleep with a tipsy virgin. at least not under these circumstances. one night stands are sort of your thing, but the angel on your shoulder interjects when you see that he barely know how to touch you (or himself for that matter). he's grateful you refuse, but it makes him feel something. embarrassment.

his legs were wide open, head turned to the side as he felt his body flush. how was this supposed to go anyways? were you gonna just stick it in (the strap duh)? he remembered the thoughts racing in his head while he waited for what felt like hours. when he didn’t feel anything yet, he turned to watch you with an obviously confused expression, but you just pat your lap with a little grin.

“look at you, using me so good…” you groan in his ear. his breath hitches in the back of his throat when your hands grip onto his waist, guiding his hips in a slower pace. his clit rubs against the fat of your thigh and he's honestly barely keeping it together. it’s embarrassing, but he looks down at your thigh to see the line of slick he's left. he shudders.

this is way better than what he was expecting.

you're messily kissing his neck while mindlessly guiding him, aiding him in reaching his orgasm. “doin’ amazing, baby… such a pretty boy,” you press a kiss to the side of his mouth and everything starts to feel overwhelming again.

“pretty boy,” you sing, nails leaving marks in his ass. he could care less about anything, though. it’s just him and your thigh. “go on and cum on my lap, baby. i've got you,” you breathe out, and almost instantly his toes are curling and he feels like he's been shocked. his pussy clenches around nothing, leaving a sticky mess in your lap.

he huffs out a few breaths, still mindlessly rolling his hips on the woman underneath him to ride out what’s left of his high. you don’t plan to leave him alone. the moment you’d laid eyes on him, you knew yoy’d be taking him home with you. you're just waiting for him to sober up a bit before making a major decision.

you just hope he knows you aren't usually this patient.

- 📓

I was looking through my askbox and I genuinely can’t believe that I haven’t answered this yet?? It’s so fucking good I’m obsessed.

Firstly, virgin Charles?? Poor thing!! I think Charles had always wanted the romantic version of losing his virginity? He wanted a childhood sweetheart to lay rose petals on the bed and hold him close and treat him so softly.

But whenever people found out he had a pussy… they tended to either be disgusted or just want to fuck him. And Charles never wanted that.

But now he’s in his twenties and no one he knows is still a virgin and he’s lost faith in ever losing his virginity the way he always dreamed he would.

So instead…. He decides to go home out on his own one night and simply not leave until someone takes him home and fucks him.

Which is how he ends up on your lap at your apartment, kissing you and whining into your mouth because fuck this is so good?? He’s made out with people before, but it’s never felt like this? They’ve never gripped his waist and tugged his hair and nibbled his ear and he’s melting.

He tells you he isn’t a virgin, but you know he is and the moment you query it again, he blushes and admits it.

And holy fuck you want to take his virginity so bad. He’s falling apart in your lap already, just from some kissing and touching. But he’s also tipsy and you know if he’s waited this long, then it must be important to him.

Tomorrow, once he’s no longer tipsy, then if he still wants it you will happily take his virginity.

But for tonight, you still want him to feel good. And well… he’s already been kinda rocking against you for friction so you decide to let him properly ride your thigh.

He whines when you make him move to one thigh, because changing position requires him to loosen his grip on you for a moment. You make him remove his pants before he can sit on your thigh, and when you see he’s got the cutest little cotton panties on you nearly die. How the fuck did you manage to find this cutie????

He’s hesitant as he sits on your thigh, whining a little when the position gets some pressure on his clit. And maybe the sweet thing doesn’t even know what to do?

So you have to take his hips and guide him to get him to grind against you and holy fuck it feels so good. He whines and instantly starts rocking against you, quickly losing himself in the pleasure and getting so wet that he’s making your thigh shiny.

“Such a good boy,” you say to him, kissing his cheek, “I’m so happy you’re feeling good, yeah? Use me to feel good.”

And fuck he definitely has a praise kink because he’s moaning and throwing his head back at the praise, his rocking picking up pace and becoming frantic.

You have to guide him to get him to a rhythm, otherwise he’d just be helplessly bucking against you and never be able to cum because he can’t get a good rhythm. Which does sound like a lot of fun, but not for his first time.

“Feels so good…” he whines, becoming louder and louder as he gets closer.

“Cum for me,” you tell him, whispering it in his ear and then he’s gone. He cries out as he cums, collapsing against you.

And he’s just got all his weight on you? Poor thing can’t even lift his head up. All he can do is whine between breaths and hope you don’t push him off your lap because he’d fall straight to the ground.

Though of course you don’t push him off. You hold him close and thank him and praise him for being so good.

For a moment he thinks he has to leave now, but then you’re smiling and holding him and asking if he’d like anything to eat or some clothes to change into.

And tomorrow…. Well tomorrow he loses his virginity the way he’s always dreamed of.

[trashytoastboi]

(part 1/2) May I request Law, Ace, Katakuri, Robin and Zoro reacting to: their crush is person who is super wary of sleeping around other people due bad past stuff and holds habit of sleeping only when they have hidden themselves first and sleeps super lightly and such. hovewer, their crush falls easily sleep on them, during sleep they are clingy and sleep like dead when their sleep deprivation is allowed to crash on them. One day they --->

Hiya! 🍀 sure thing ^.^ hope you enjoy~

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(Gender neutral)

Headcanons: Law, Ace, Katakuri, Robin, Zoro – Reacting to their crush that is super wary about sleeping around other people but is fine with them.

Trafalgar Law

🍄{Name} felt themselves growing more exhausted and decided to go sleep, though considering the odd hours which they slept, meant sometimes it was daytime and the ship was busy with the crew… Luckily {Name} had found a safe place to sleep. It was a large cupboard in the operating room – which no one went into unless there was an emergency. Snuggling into their spot, they drifted off to sleep.

🍄{Name} felt incredibly vulnerable while sleeping due to an unpleasant experience in their past which was the reason for them hiding away to get some rest.

🍄 Law had needed to retrieve something from that very cupboard, since he was rereading all of his old books and that was his secret storage space for some of them. Opening the cupboard he discovered a sleeping {Name} instead…he was incredibly surprised and had called out to them which resulted in them violently jolting awake and hitting their head from how fast they sat up.

🍄 Law became aware now of them hiding themselves away to get some sleep in. However, some unexpected circumstances arose which left {Name} with nowhere to hide themselves to sleep and so, they didn’t. Due to the sleep deprivation, they were not able to function.

🍄Law noticed how exhausted {Name} was, not realizing that their need to hide was that severe and so he decided to help, by convincing {Name} to sleep by him. They were sitting up, ready to take another night without sleep when he pulled them closer letting them rest their head on his shoulder and near instantly they were asleep.

🍄 {Name} was in such a deep sleep, unconsciously babbling about random things and holding onto Law’s hand – this by far proved to be the best sleep they had ever had.

🍄 It had become routine for {Name} to sleep by Law since it was the better alternative to their spontaneous disappearance. Bepo had once asked about it, {Name} admitted that they found it easier to sleep by Law, they felt very safe with him and Law was naturally calming to them.

🍄 “So you like the captain?” Bepo asked {Name} instantly causing them to grow nervous…in between their nervous mutterings they confessed their feelings for Law and the fact that they liked being around him…This also flustered Law who was standing around the corner and had overheard the entire conversation.

Portgas D. Ace

🔥{Name} yawned, looking around and grabbing their blanket as they hopped up to the top shelf in the open cupboard, closing the door as they nestled in ready to go to sleep, away from everyone and in their safe space. Especially since the crew was full of busy bodies who were buzzing around everywhere, it was near impossible for {Name} to sneak off and find somewhere to sleep on the ship.

🔥 {Name} never speaks about it, but they held a certain insecurity about sleeping out in the open, Ace had picked up on it though since they can never be found at certain times.

🔥 They were sleeping away with what little peace they could muster in this space, when the door suddenly opened…It was Ace…he looked up and noticed {Name} sleeping but decided to leave them, until {Name} rolled off the shelf and went tumbling down on top of Ace.

🔥 {Name} instantly scuttled away to avoid the ‘Why were you sleeping in my cupboard’ conversation, but ever since that incident they hadn’t returned to sleep there…and with no other places to go, {Name} just stopped sleeping altogether. It was not a good thing, especially since Ace had noticed their sleep deprived zombie self seeming to meander around listlessly

🔥Ace couldn’t see them like that anymore; he pulled them to his room. Flopping down onto his bed, bringing them down with him, Ace wrapped his arms around {Name}. “A-Ace!? What are you doing?” they stuttered out from the very sudden situation, “Don’t be so loud, I’m trying to sleep” Ace replied as his arms tightened a bit more around them.

🔥{Name} listened to the steady beating of his heart, feeling their own tiredness threatening to overtake them, they realized that they felt… safe somehow? The usual anxiety of sleeping in the open wasn’t present. {Name} soon fell into a very deep sleep, snuggling into Ace.

🔥 On occasions when Ace wouldn’t wake up with first call, Marco was sent in to wake him up…Marco was left surprised, standing at the foot of Ace’s bed, holding a bucket of water and seeing {Name} and Ace sleeping so soundly together he almost felt bad for {Name}…as he was readying to throw the water, Ace stopped him, telling Marco not to wake {Name}

🔥 {Name} was standing while talking to Marco when Ace suddenly threw his arm around them, giving them a hug before continuing on…Marco could only laugh at how flustered {Name} was, as well as learning about their crush on Ace. (Marco had ‘accidentally’ let slip that Ace had a crush on them as well)

Charlotte Katakuri

🍩Brulee and {Name} had an agreement, Brulee was kind enough to let {Name} disappear into the mirror world when they needed to sleep…there was no where safer than that – at least that’s what {Name} believed. It was peaceful and quiet…with no one inside to bother them and it was so vast that even if there was someone else, there was a small chance of them finding {Name}.

🍩{Name} found themselves completely unable to sleep out in the ‘open’ even within the mirror dimension they had made themselves something to be tucked away for safety reasons.

🍩Brulee tried to find reason to turn away her brother from going into the mirror, since he didn’t know about {Name} using it to sleep, but with her brothers strong insistence, she let him in. Katakuri was actually looking for {Name} and knew about them disappearing here for a while, the reason as to why however, was completely unknown to him, when he stumbled upon their little ‘set-up’

🍩Katakuri had an instant understanding of the situation, it was very much similar to his merienda, he had also felt bad now realizing his sisters’ reluctance to allow him in to see {Name}. Katakuri still wondered about why they felt the need to hide away like this.

🍩Due to circumstances, {Name} was travelling with Katakuri and his brothers Daifuku and Oven on one of Big Mom’s ships, meaning {Name} had lost the luxury of safety in the mirror world. This left {Name} extremely tired with only minimal sleep. Katakuri felt sympathetic towards this and decided to do what he could to help.

🍩Katakuri admitted to knowing about it, deciding to ask for {Name’s} reasons why they preferred to be hidden away when sleeping and {Name} explained it’s because they feel safer, this was when Katakuri suggested that they sleep by him…promising that he would keep watch over them. They were sceptical at first, but the sheer exhaustion convinced them to take the offer.

🍩{Name} expected to sleep next to him and was very surprised when Katakuri pulled them into his lap; due to his stature he easily made them feel sheltered. Tenderly his arm cradled them which somehow provided so much comfort and {Name} fell into the deepest sleep they had in a long time. Unknowingly snuggling into him more.

🍩Almost as if on clockwork, Katakuri would disappear along with {Name} and out of their curiosity Daifuku and Oven had decided to investigate the reason, when they saw their brother comforting a sleeping {Name}. Looking at how precious they were Daifuku unconsciously reached out for them, only to have his hand swatted away and a warning glare from Katakuri to leave them be. {Name} felt the movement and stirred slightly, caught in between a half asleep state as they mumbled out… “I love you Katakuri…” he instantly blushed from their statement.

Nico Robin

📚Sanji was calling everyone for afternoon snacks he made, but noticed that {Name} had not yet shown up. In fact no one had seen them for a long while, but it was evident that they had to be somewhere on the ship. Chopper fearing the worst was the first one to ask if {Name} had accidentally fallen overboard. But reassuring them that it probably wasn’t the case, Robin suddenly spoke up mentioning she found them with her abilities.

📚{Name} was perched in the crows nest and napping away, since during the day it was one of the quieter places to be especially when wanting to have a bit of a rest.

📚After a while {Name} had finally woken up finding themselves covered by a blanket, climbing down from the crows nest and stretching from the slightly awkward position they were sleeping in. {Name} stops dead in their tracks, they don’t recall taking a blanket up with them...which means someone did it, if that’s the case why didn’t they wake up.

📚Due to the occurrence, {Name} felt hesitant to sleep again, and struggled to find a new place to sleep. They had managed to find a few places where they could potentially rest for a short amount of time but the ten minute naps were not sufficient enough for their everyday function.

📚Robin noticed the evident distress over the situation concerning the blanket and felt the need to discuss it with {Name} explaining that she was the one that found and covered them. {Name} at the very least felt much better knowing it was Robin…but knowing their crush saw them sleeping is a bit embarrassing.

📚{Name} was tired and while Robin was reading she had offered her lap for them, {Name} accepted the offer but was a bit hesitant to do so, laying their head and feeling so relaxed and all the exhaustion catching up with them. The second Robin began rubbing their back, they fell asleep.

📚Robin found {Name} so cute, she looked down with a smile and couldn’t help but wanting to snuggle {Name} over how cute they were. Robin suggested that {Name} sleep by her if they felt safe doing so.

📚{Name} noticed the jealous glares from Sanji and Brook at every turn, since they got to sleep with Robin every single day, sometimes with their head on Robin’s lap, other days on her chest and sometimes just got to snuggle her completely. Sanji then asked {Name} if they liked Robin and their face gave them away at how flustered they got…admitting that they really liked Robin, a lot. Robin happened to overhear this and couldn’t stop her own blushing from {Name’s} cuteness.

Roronoa Zoro

⚔ {Name} skulked about looking for somewhere to sleep, since the other crew members were scattered amongst the ship and they were feeling tired, finally peeking their head into Zoro’s training room. {Name} noticed a large chest and wondering what was in it – to discover it was empty and taking the opportunity to use it as their new sleeping spot.

⚔ The chest was very large and spacious, matched with quietness of the training room, it was the perfect place for {Name} to get their sleep in.

⚔{Name} had been sleeping throughout Zoro’s training session, stirring when they heard Nami’s voice telling Zoro to clean up his training room, {Name} dismissed it and began to fall back asleep as the chest’s lid was suddenly lifted. They looked up at Zoro who was about to drop a few weights into the chest as they got such a surprise, alerting Zoro. Who had accidentally jumped back and dropped the lid which hit {Name} on the head.

⚔ Zoro was incredibly surprised over finding {Name} sleeping there and was wondering if they had gotten stuck inside? But what would be the reason for getting stuck in the first place, thinking back they looked like they had just woken up. When Zoro spotted {Name} again they looked completely haggard from lack of decent sleep.

⚔He finally clicked about some unusual habit he noticed them having, but never connected the dots before. Whenever {Name} showed signs of being tired they would completely vanish without a trace and come back looking refreshed, most likely from sleeping in unusual spots such as his training room.

⚔ {Name} was walking aimlessly, not paying too much attention to their surroundings and accidentally tripping over something, only to discover that the something was actually a someone. They had tripped over a napping Zoro, who woke up from the sudden crash of someone falling on top of him, looking at {Name} whose tired eyes were evidence of their lack of sleep. {Name} laid where they had fallen, not having energy to move as Zoro suddenly laid his head on their stomach.

⚔ Telling them it was payback for their ‘rude’ awakening. “You should sleep as well” he stated, {Name} lazily nodded their head, somehow feeling relaxed around Zoro. Maybe paired with the view of the sky and the calm ocean but mostly his presence as the fell into a deep sleep, not aware that they were holding his hand.

⚔ Left in their deep sleep, Zoro had wanted to go get something to drink when he felt the gentle tug on his hand looking at the sleeping {Name}. “Please don’t go” they sleepily mumbled out, he slumped against the side of the ship. Zoro continued holding their hand and watching over {Name}

[therealvalkyrie]

Painter’s Hands and Guatemalan Coffee: Part 5

very pretty, very beautiful

Pairing/setting: Levi Ackerman x Female!Reader, modern!college!AU

Summary: When you catch your idiot boyfriend cheating, your grumpy roommate is there to pick up the pieces and watch your back as you toe a carefully drawn line in the metaphorical sand.  

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: intoxication, swearing, feelings, nightmare, fluff, mentions of a deadly car accident

AN: WHOAH OKAY. So I’ve been thinking about the last half of this chapter every second of every minute for the last two days. It has haunted my dreams, y’all. Thanks to that, you get this before the weekend! Yay! Special thanks to @ghostlightprincess, @anlian-aishang, @cant-spell-slay-without-lay, and @horseanon--simpforall for helping me edit and giving me many encouragements and compliments which, quite frankly, made my head the size of Jupiter. I love you all dearly. As always, let me know what you think in my comments/DMs/askbox!! Don’t be a stranger!! And be kind to yourself and others<3 ~valkyrie

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(read chapter 4 here)

“I think you’re very pretty.”

I think you’re very pretty?

Fuck. Shit.

“I-I-I mean,” Levi feels his throat tighten and cheeks set ablaze, “You’re very, uh, very beautiful.” He says it because it’s true, and the truth is what Levi relies on when his brain is short-circuiting. You’re more than pretty, more than something as trivial as very pretty, you’re gorgeous and smart and funny and it makes his palms sweat. Recently, you’ve been everywhere: in his bed, in his arms, in the periphery of his life even outside of the apartment. It’s overwhelming, this is overwhelming, how his hands are on you and how you’re looking up at him with insecure, anticipatory eyes. They’re glassy and red-rimmed, pupils blown to saucers.

Oh. That’s right, she’s high.

Levi lets his hand drop from the top of your head. He tries to move his other hand away from your cheek, but you grasp his wrist to keep it there. He can feel his own pulse fluttering under your fingertips.

“Very beautiful?” It’s soft, hopeful.

He forces himself not to retract the statement (because it’s true) out of self-preservation.

“Very beautiful, kid.” He can say it without stuttering this time. It’s important that you believe him, and it’s equally important that this is as far as it goes.

You close your eyes against the pet name and turn your face into his palm for a split second, press a swift kiss to it and then drop your hand to your lap. His heart stutters. He drops his hand, too.

“Thank you,” the words fall past your lips, careful and distant, as he takes a step back.

He needs some space. To get his head on straight, to scream into a pillow, to talk some sense into himself. Can’t risk this, not with you, not with you.

“Your, um, your pajamas,” he points to the end of the bed where they’re sitting in a neat pile, then turns tail and strides out of your room, shutting the door behind him.

In his room, his jelly legs finally give out and he flops onto his bed.

Fucking hell.

“Do you think I’m pretty?”

What kind of question is that? Do you not think you’re pretty? Do you care if he, specifically, thinks you’re pretty, or was it intended more generally? Very pretty, very beautiful. What does that even mean?

Levi may not be eloquent in the least, may not know how to confess that you make his every breath burn in his chest, but he does know how to paint. He stands up, wiping sweaty palms on his flannel pants and examining the painting on his easel. His mom stares back, her eyes sparkling, her hair tumbling over one shoulder in ebony waves. It had taken him the last few days to get the curls just right, and when he added the last highlights of shine, it’d finally felt complete.

“Sorry, mama,” he murmurs as he lifts her to set her against the wall under the window.

A new canvas procured from his closet finds its place on the easel. He sifts through his supply drawers for a moment, setting paints and brushes and charcoal neatly on his desk.

He takes a deep breath, situates himself in his wheelie chair, and leans forward to start sketching.

—

It’s 5 AM when you start screaming in a long, shuddering cry, causing Levi to jolt up in his seat, paintbrush poised over your left temple. It breaks off into sobs that make his gut twist and hands clench. A long moment, then you’re letting out another keening wail and Levi is out of his seat. Paint splatters from the brush where he drops it on his desk and his chair rolls back as he runs, ripping doors open and narrowly avoiding furniture in the dark.

You’re sprawled out, thrashing on the bed, sheets tangled with your legs. Levi sits on the edge of your bed, brows pinched in worry, and reaches for your shoulders. This is okay — he can touch you when you ask for his help. When you whimper and reach for him in your sleep, he can pull you close and smooth a hand across the planes of your back. It’s when you’re looking at him, all trusting and expectant for something, that he’s unsure.

He says your name, low and urgent, once, twice, before your eyes open mid-sob. They’re wide and terrified, your jaw tight, muscles clenched. “It’s me, kid, it’s just me,” he intones, “It was just a dream, you’re safe, it’s just me.”

Your heaving chest slows for a second, hitches somewhere in your sternum, and then you’re launching yourself forward and into him. He catches you there, steady against his chest.

“Breathe.” He sets an example with his own deep breaths.

It’s a long minute before he feels you relax at all, before he feels you sigh against his neck. Your arms are tight around his middle and you must be stronger than you look because after a while it starts to pinch. He doesn’t mind, though, just traces patterns on your back and stares at the pale wall.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

He feels you shake your head.

“Do you want to go back to sleep?”

You hesitate before you whisper, “Only if you stay.”

Levi thinks about the wet paintbrush currently drying to his desk. He thinks about the mess of clothes on your floor. He thinks of the half-finished painting of you in his room. “Okay. I’ll stay.”

You pull back, and he gets a look at your face in the near-dark. Your eyes are still acutely haunted, but they’ve regained awareness. He lets you take a moment to wipe at your cheeks as he reaches to gently disentangle the sheets and spread them more carefully over your legs.

He looks up at you again to catch your sad eyes with his. Your head is tilted quizzically, knowingly, sympathetically all at once as though he were the one who just woke up screaming. It makes him itch.

“What’s that look for?” he grumbles, toeing his slippers off and tucking them under your bed.

“Nothing,” you hum. “Come here, please.”

He blinks at you for a second. That’s my line. But he goes, crawling into bed with you and slipping under the covers. He lets you tug his arm gently so that he’s on your chest. He gets comfortable there, one arm thrown over your waist and head rested over your heart. Your own arms find a home cautiously around him. You exhale with the grounding pressure of his body on yours and let your mind sink into calm release.

—

The knock on your door breaks your attention from your laptop. You sigh, finish typing your sentence, and push your blue light glasses up your nose before standing up to answer it.

You’re not expecting anyone, but maybe Levi is. He’s been holed up in his room all morning, Chopin drifting lazily under his door, probably studying. Like you’ve been trying to. The second series of knocks on your door makes you jog the last few steps to pull it open.

“Hi—” the greeting dies in your throat when you see who’s standing there.

“Hi,” Annie says. She’s standing, nonchalant as ever, in her winter parka and leggings, holding two to-go cups and a pastry bag.

“What?” It’s a breathless question, genuinely confused. It doesn’t harbor the animosity you would expect — you’re not sure you can feel anything other than queasy right now.

“I got your voicemail.” 

You blink in confusion. She rolls her eyes and thrusts the to-go cups at you with a brief “hold these” before reaching into her pocket for her phone. You just stare at her while she taps and scrolls for a minute. She looks the same as before you stopped speaking: blonde hair tucked into a bun at the back of her head and hoodie peeking out of the collar of her jacket. Maybe a little more tired, though Annie always seemed to be tired.

She holds up her phone for you to hear as a voicemail starts playing and, to your further shock, your own tinny voice spills out. It sounds like you’re crying, and slightly muffled.

“Annie, hi, um, I know it’s late but I couldn’t think of anyone else to call, I just,” sniffle, “I know we’re not talking and I’m still mad at you, like REALLY MAD, okay? But I couldn’t think of who else to call and long story short I think I’m in love with Levi and he might’ve just rejected me but I just couldn’t tell—”

“Okay, okay, I get it,” you cut in across your own voice, stepping into the hall with her and toeing the door almost shut behind you. She stops the voicemail. “But why are you here?” You know why she’s here — Annie never backs down from anything, and you had started the conversation, even if you’d been drunk and high and half asleep and you don’t really remember doing it.

“You called, here I am. That’s what best friends do.” Her tone is even.

“Not best friends who fuck their best friends’ boyfriends,” you snap, anger finally bursting from your stomach and into your throat.

She closes her eyes impatiently, sighs, then looks at you again not quite pleadingly.

“Look, if you want me to leave, I’ll leave. But I’m here now and there’s more to the story that you aren’t aware of.”

“What else could there possibly be?”

“Let’s go for a walk and I’ll tell you,” she offers, then holds up the pastry bag. “I brought coffee and donuts. They’re jelly.”

Jelly donuts are your favorite.

You look down at the cups in your hand. You look back at her steady blue gaze. More to the story.

“Fine.” You turn and kick the door open a little too harshly. “Just let me get dressed.”

She follows you in, even though you don’t extend an invitation, and closes the door softly. You put the cups down on the coffee table and watch her sit in her usual spot on the couch to wait for you out of the corner of your eye. You scowl but say nothing.

It only takes you a minute to shuck off to pajamas and pull on jeans, a sweatshirt, and boots. You don’t bother with a bra.

You knock lightly on Levi’s door and call through, “I’m going for a walk, so make sure to lock up if you leave. I have my keys.” You jingle them as evidence and he grunts in acknowledgment. “Let’s go,” you turn and address Annie, who stands.

The walk down your street to the river is short and habitual, your feet carrying you while your mind races. You can feel the anger and hurt, visceral and stabbing, in your chest. But there’s also something tender there, too, something that acknowledges how you missed your best friend. Something that screams at you to tackle her to the ground and feel her stoic comfort. Instead, you shove your hands deeper into the pockets of Eren’s jacket and kick a pebble, sending it skidding down the sidewalk.

The pair of you reach the walking bridge over the river and pause at the railing. The sky is overcast, threatening a snowstorm. A car beeps downtown, reaching you distantly. Annie hands you a coffee and a donut. You lean against the railing and avoid her gaze.

“So. You wanted to talk. Talk.” You bite into the donut.

She sighs through her nose. “I know what you saw. We… we did kiss, but we didn’t do anything else. We never had sex.”

“Hmm.” A sip of coffee.

“I know you have no reason to believe me, but it’s the truth. I’m guessing you didn’t exactly listen to Reiner when you broke up with him?”

“I didn’t have time for his bullshit excuses.”

She breaks off a bit of her donut and stares at it contemplatively for a moment, “I know you don’t owe either of us anything, and this isn’t meant as an excuse, but will you listen to why, at least?”

You press your lips together, sneak a look into her devastatingly blue eyes, and nod. What harm can it do? And you have to admit there’s a large part of you that’s been wondering at the why, even if you’ve refused to hear it.

“Okay. Tell me why.”

She takes a deep breath and leans her elbows on the railing before starting to speak, low and pensive.

“I’ve known Reiner and Bertholdt a long time, since we were kids. We’ve always been this… this odd group. You wouldn’t think we were close if you didn’t know us. But it wasn’t always just us.” She pauses, looking distant. “Do you know Porco Galliard?”

Galliard… “He’s a sophomore on the lacrosse team, right?”

“Yeah. Do you know what happened to his brother?”

“He has a brother?”

“Had. Marcel. He was a year older than us but somehow ended up in our little group. And a couple of years ago, senior year of high school, we were all in a car accident. He was home on winter break and we’d all had a little too much to drink, and we convinced him to take us to Denny’s for midnight milkshakes. And, well, there was a winter storm coming in and it’d been freezing rain that week, and we crashed. Marcel died. It was… I hadn’t…” She pauses, tilting her head back to the sky, blinking away tears. “It was horrible.”

Your eyes have gone wide, cast downriver. You don’t know what you’d expected when you walked down here, but it certainly wasn’t this. It wasn’t Annie, only rivaled in her stoicism by Levi, choking back tears and wiping snot from her nose.

“Hey,” you start, voice gentler than it’s been all day. “You don’t have to—”

“No, no, I want to, just... give me a second,” she interjects, wringing out a hand. She takes a deep, purposeful breath.

“Okay,” you whisper, looking back out across the water.

“It, uh, it hit us all really hard, brought us really close together. That’s why we all ended up at school here, actually. It kinda made us realize that, like, time is limited, you know? We don’t have forever. And Bertl, he…” she smiles, watery and reminiscent. “When he asked me out, it felt like a long time coming. It was just about perfect. He felt safe and like home, and… well, you know how in love we were. But I could see that it alienated Rei, at least a bit. He tried not to show it, but I could tell he felt like a third wheel. He was already drifting away from us, still struggling with all this guilt.”

Your breath catches in your throat. That’s a familiar feeling. Guilt. And yet, you’d never noticed it in Reiner, apparently never got close enough to shine a flashlight into his darkest shadows. He’d always seemed so… sunshiney. You clearly hadn’t given him enough credit to dislodge the aura of jock frat boy he projects so brightly.

Soft dough squishes under your fingertips where you’ve resorted to playing with your food instead of eating it as Annie continues.

“And then he met you and fell in love so fast. I was so relieved, I mean, you and I were roommates and it was just perfect, right?” You look at her and see a flicker of hopefulness still there. “I thought maybe you two getting together would bring him back to us, that maybe we’d be alright after all. And at first, it did. But then you moved off campus for sophomore year and he started drifting away again, though he was at least anchored to you, this time. It scared me, it really did.”

She kicks the bottom of the railing lazily, as if to expend the sadness there rather than in her words. The first fat flakes of snow drift down around you. One dances away on your exhale.

“He’s so withdrawn, sometimes, in his own head, and I never know how to reach him there. I didn’t know if he had told you about Marcel, or anything, so I couldn’t go through you. I don’t… I didn’t know what to do, so I just... let it fester. That night, when we kissed, I hadn’t seen him physically for a month. It hurt.”

She looks at you imploringly, like the weight of everything she’s saying lies on deep hurt. You can relate to feeling as though there’s nothing but hurt and guilt and drifting.

“So I figured out where he was from his Snapchat story, abandoned my group project, and went over there to see him. I didn’t know what I’d say or do when I got there, just that I had to get him back, somehow. He was already plastered, you know how he gets, and he wasn’t listening to me, so I just… kissed him. I don’t know what I was thinking, I didn’t know you were there, I didn’t even know you saw until he called me the next day after you broke up with him to chew me out.

“So, long story short,” her voice breaks on a mournful, almost hysterical laugh, “I fucked up the three most important relationships to me in one night because I couldn’t use my words.” She wipes at wet cheeks, not looking at you. “So, um. Yeah, that’s the why, I guess. I don’t expect you to forgive me, or him, but I just… I needed you to know. It wasn’t like, this elaborate affair.”

You aren’t sure how to right your brain from the way it’s tilted off kilter. It’s so much, so different from what you’d built up in your head. There’s no conspiracy, no grand intention to break you.

Even with all this new information, what stupidly slips out first is, “Did he kiss you back?” You blanch, turn to her with wide eyes, “Sorry, that’s not exactly im—”

“No, it’s fine,” she meets your eyes. “He did kiss me back.”

“Oh. Okay, um…” you trail off, bite your lip. You don’t know what exactly to say. Your skin is tight with the urge to forgive her immediately and wholly, but logic holds you back. Now that you know the truth, you need time to heal and get some perspective. You straighten up from where you’d been slouching against the railing. “Okay. You’ve been honest, so I will be, too.”

She stands up fully as well, facing you with one hand on the railing.

“I don’t know how I feel right now,” you start. “I think I need some time and perspective. But, I… I can see now where I went wrong, too. I assumed the worst, didn’t let any communication happen.” You swallow down the lump in your throat threatening to choke your voice. “And, I wasn’t there for Rei like I should have been. I had no idea — no idea! — what he was going through.”

“Well, he didn’t exactly tell you—”

“And why is that?” Your voice breaks, squeaks with the question. “Did he feel like he couldn’t confide in me? Did I make it too much about me and my trauma? I wasn’t exactly shy about telling him my shit.” You take a long draw of coffee. “Anyway. I should probably talk to him, shouldn’t I?”

She nods. “He’d like that.”

You’re both quiet for a moment, watching the sparse snow flurry around you. Annie finally starts eating her donut.

“I’ve missed you,” you confess into the storm. “A lot.”

“I missed you, too.”

Your chest aches with both the cold air and the conflicting feelings of relief and regret.

“Why, uh… why didn’t you tell me all that stuff about Marcel?”

She leans on the railing again, takes a sip of coffee before answering. “I was still working through it. Still am, rather. I didn’t know how to bring it up, or that it was relevant.”

You hum, nodding. “I get that.”

There’s another silence, but it feels lighter, less charged. There are still questions bouncing around your mind, but you decide it’s better to process through them on your own rather than blurting out something stupid. Perspective.

“So,” she shoots you a look under blonde eyelashes, “what’s this about you being in love with Levi?”

“Aw, shit,” you laugh, leaning your elbows back on the railing and giving her an imploring look. “It really snuck up on me.”

“Is that so? Can’t say I’m shocked.” Her tone is dry, a little amused around the last bite of jelly donut. She wipes her fingers on her leggings and faces you. “And you think he rejected you.”

“Well, I…” you cringe, thinking back to last night. “He called me very beautiful.”

“Doesn’t sound like a rejection.”

“It was the way he said it! Like it physically hurt him to admit, and then he just ran out of the room,” you whine, scrubbing a hand down your face.

“I think that’s just his emotional constipation.” 

You look at her sharply, mouth agape, to catch her eyes dancing and the corner of her lip curling upward slightly. “Annie!”

“What? I’m right.” She finishes off her coffee, tilting back the cup to catch the last dregs of it. “He likes you, or he’s an idiot if he doesn’t.”

You narrow your eyes in doubt, mirroring her half-smile. “Hmm. We’ll see.”

“Yes,” she promises, crumpling up the pastry bag in her fist and stuffing it in her pocket. “We will.”

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(read part 6 here)