#i really have to beg her to wear a mask i just dont get it bc my stepdad is so immunocompromised now and his breathing is so bad normally…

[taeyongruinedcitylights]

my stepdad has covid and now my nose is starting to run.

[goldenlikedayl1ght]

dress - m. murdock

a/n: i am not proud of this in the way that i will not be claiming it when i am judged by god. warnings: SMUT like real sex!!! dom!matt, p in v smut, matt has a thing for talking in bed, MATT BEING A TEASE!!! many nicknames, pining, praise with slight degradation, fluff here and there, tipsy reader and matt, i'm sure i'm missing one or two word count: 3.3k summary: ten months of yearning wears you and matt down to desperation. pairing: matt murdock x fem!reader now playing: dress - taylor swift "say my name and everything just stops/i dont want you like a best friend/only bought this dress so you could take it off."

Foggy is so mad at him.

You’re a good employee, a great employee even! You’re dedicated to your job, and you bake in your free time, so you bring in all sorts of treats—Homemade bagels, donuts, cookies—His favorite are your cinnamon chai sugar cookies you make.

You’re intelligent, well-spoken, and good at explaining the issues that you run into. And you’re funny, Foggy would argue, you have incredible timing and wit. You always buy a round at Josies. You are an amazing employee and friend, and Foggy adores you.

So why, pray tell, must Matt feel the need to have you?

He won’t say it out loud, not to Karen, not to Maggie, not to Foggy, and certainly not you. But he’s entranced by you. He loves the sound of your voice as you explain things, he loves that your heart always skips a beat whenever you’re about to deliver a one liner that will crack everyone else up, he loves that when you bake, you always make things all naturally out of desire to make the best dessert you possibly can. But most of all?

He loves that your heart rate picks up whenever he enters the room.

You, on the other hand, are pretty much fascinated by Matt Murdock. You love the sound of his laughter, you love his hands, you love his charm, you love that you can see a chain around his neck when the day dwindles and he loosens his tie, and Jesus H Christ, you love that baritone.

So, it’s safe to say you’ve both been smitten since the first day you met each other.

Yet, you spend ten months cruelly dancing around your attraction for each other.

He’s hesitant to want you in any context, he’s your boss, he’s fucking Daredevil!

By then you know—Mostly accidentally on purpose. All his usual people are out of town or busy, so when he gets stabbed, he has nowhere else to go. He winds up climbing into your window, scaring the ever-living shit out of you. It’s not how he wanted to tell you about his alter ego, but he knows he can trust you.

And you hate the site of blood and gore, so you struggle to patch him up that night. And it makes your heart ache, all the ways he hurts from his nighttime hobby. And he decides right then and there that he can’t have you, not now. Not knowing how much you would—and really, will—worry about him.

So, he buries his want in other people that have no real meaning to him. He even goes on a second date with some of them. One of them even comes to visit him in the office to have lunch.

It makes you jealous to the point where you need to take a walk to dwindle your desire to go back into the office and beg on your hands and knees for her to leave so you can have him. What happens instead is that you go get a pumpkin chai latte and take it back to the office, sitting and keeping to yourself, even when the girl comes out of his office giggling as he stands in the doorway as she leaves.

He smells the pumpkin from his office, and it drives him wild. Just from how quietly you dwell in your jealousy, as you mask it with your favorite fall flavors.

He breaks up with the girl the next day.

• • •

And a week later, he gets his official invitation to Marci and Foggy’s wedding—A big to do, full of family, friends and coworkers that make it a real party. Matt will be Foggy’s best man. You and Karen aren’t in the wedding party, as you were good friends with both the bride and groom, but Karen wanted to make sure at least one of them was focused on the firm, and you hated to be the center of attention. So, you shared your love from a few aisles back.

You had gone shopping with Marci for your dress, Karen too. You enjoyed spending time with them—While you had made friends with them easily, prior friends had never really come easy to you.

It was nice to be wanted.

But they had insisted on you trying to find different dresses that made you look amazing. And for the most part, the dresses made you sort of uncomfortable. They revealed too much or revealed too little.

And then you came across this red satin dress. It hugs your curves in all the right way, and it makes you look good. It makes you feel good. You have these perfect black heels to wear with them, and then Karen says it.

“You know, Matt kind of has a thing about textures. He loves silk and satin.” Your face burns. Of course, he does. Why wouldn’t he? He can hear people's heartbeats, tell when they’re lying, why wouldn’t he be keen on nice textures?

“Karen Page, are you insisting I should by this dress to impress a man?” You laugh just to escape your nerves.

“No! But it can’t hurt! It’s not like he’s bringing a date—” She turns to Marci. “He’s not bringing a date, right?” she asks quickly. It makes her laugh.

“No, Murdock RVSP’ed for one.”  You look at yourself in the mirror again, thinking it over. And over. And over. Then you turn to your friends again, and nod.

“Alright. Alright, I’ll get it.” You grin, “And y’know.. Karen’s right, It can’t make the situation any worse.”

“You know what you need now? Good lingerie for after—” Your face is red again at your friend’s comment.

“Shut up, Marci!” You whine, heading back to the dressing room to get changed.

• • •

Matt is sitting with Foggy and his brothers, enjoying a glass of scotch before the ceremony when someone knocks on the door.

And somehow, he’s not shocked to hear your nervous heartbeat when the door opens.

“Hey Fog, Karen said you had scissors—Can I borrow ‘em quick? There’s a tag on this dress I forgot to take off and it’s impossible to reach—”

“Yes, Absolutely, and you know who would be great at helping you? Matt. An incredible knack for… Cutting things.” It’s a poor attempt to get the two of you alone, yet Foggy hands you the scissors and pushes you and Matt outside the room.

“My rooms only two doors down.” He explains, taking your hand in his and leading you there.

After finding out about his super senses, it became clear that he was more than capable of finding his way through places he’s stayed, and that he’s privy to a lot more information than people would give him credit for.

So here you are. In Matt Murdock’s hotel room. A tag itching at your back, with you unable to grab it.

“I’m just gonna—” He awkwardly reaches to the top of your dress, and you just move the hair from your neck and try to ease his anxiety.

“Just go for it, Matt. I don’t care, it’s just annoying.” You promise. And he does.

He folds the top of your dress the best he can and its only enough for the scissors to almost grab the tag without him sticking his hand down your dress. He hesitates for a second before exhaling deeply.

Then, he leans down towards your back, and scrunches the material enough so that he can reach the tag and bites the tag off.

You can feel his other hand on your hip. His hot breath on your back. He hears your heart jump as your breath becomes shaky. He wonders how bad it would be for him to skip the wedding and take you right here, in this room.

He plucks the tag from his teeth and smooths out your dress, as you let go of your hair. He feels this raw need for you.

And you feel it too. Yet he pulls away, taking a step back from you.

“We should get to the ceremony.” he said, trying to catch his breath. He yearns for you, in a way that anyone else would laugh at. It’s the type of yearning you read about in Jane Austen novels. That is the level that Matt longs to touch you. It’s desperation.

“Yeah...” You say softly, trying to recover from what just happened. You drop him back off at Foggy’s suite and head back to the hall, hoping to find Karen and put the moment behind you. And that’s just what happens. You watch the ceremony, and it’s gorgeous. You’re thrilled for Marci and Foggy, and it elates you that they put together such a beautiful ceremony.

And yet, you can’t take your eyes off Matt and how good he looks. He stands tall, and he really does look good. It makes it kind of hard to focus. It makes it really hard to focus. And you think about this all the way through their first dance song, through dinner, through cake and through all the cheesy wedding traditions Foggy insisted on.

You have a few drinks but eventually it all becomes too much, and you take a minute outside of the hall and into the cold air. And you’re thinking about Matt.

“You’re gonna catch a cold out here.”

Speak of the devil.

You turn back to him and smile.

“I’ve been thinking about you.” You say, and he hums. It’s the alcohol in both of your systems, it’s why neither of you run when you say it.

“Same goes for you, sweetheart.” He takes off his coat and wraps it around your shoulders. You note the silky texture of the inside of the jacket. It pushes you further.

“Why do we insist on playing this game? Why do we watch each other go after people who we don’t want when all we want is each other?”

He takes a moment to answer. Because in truth, he’s sure he could tell you why, he could discuss all of the horrible things that have happened to him, and you could share the same sort of stories about your own life. You could sit there and dissect past traumas for hours.

But that’s not really what you’re asking.

“I don’t know...” He says softly. His hands find themselves on your hips, and he rubs small circles into the fabric. “Satin?” You hum, melting at his touch. “Words, pretty girl. You know I like hearing your voice.”

“Satin.” You confirm, your breath catching.

“There she is...” He hums, and leans in. You feel his breath against your lip, and you take it upon yourself to close the gap between the two of you.

It’s soft, full of this hesitation because despite all the flirting, you’re still unsure of yourself. He quickly eases these fears as his hands move and you find his arms wrapped around your torso. He deepens the kiss, and you both lean into it. It becomes more desperate after that.

Your hands find their way to his hair, and you fiddle with the ends, unwilling to break the kiss, even if it means air. He breaks the kiss for a second, only to come back to your lips with more passion, biting your bottom lip, before slipping his tongue into your mouth, taking the more aggressive approach.

And you can’t take it anymore. You need him. You pull away from him, pant softly before kissing his jaw gently.

“Take me to your room.” You request. He obliges.

You find yourself taking off your heels as soon as you get in, your feet aching as you walk further into the room. The context is much different than it was this afternoon—And it makes you nervous.

Matt comes up from behind you and places his hands on your arms, rubbing them gently, before kissing your shoulder.

“You don’t have to be nervous. I’ll be gentle with you...” He says softly. You hum before he continues, “Or do you... want me to be rough with you?” he asks teasingly, landing a quick bite onto your shoulder. You make a noise of surprise and turn to him.

“You’re a tease, has anyone ever told you that?”

“Once or twice.” He begins to loosen his tie, eventually forcing it off and then starting to unbutton his shirt. You begin to help him with this task, eventually getting it all the way unbuttoned. Then you gently push him back against the bed and he laughs, falling onto it.

He thinks it’s cute. Until you sit above him, your dress hiking a bit. You lean down to kiss him as his hands find their way to the back of your thighs, and begin to move up and down, just being the tease, he is.

You whine into the kiss, and it just makes him chuckle further, before flipping the pair of you over, then planting a kiss on your neck.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart? Needy from just a few kisses?” He slips off his shirt as he continues to kiss you. One hand remains on your thigh, travelling up your thigh, eventually finding your panties.

“Mhm...” You hum, your hands wrapping around his neck again to play with his hair.

“Talk to me, sweet girl...” he says softly before he continues his assault on your neck.

“Matt…” You hum. “You know, I only—” Then his fingers find your clit and begin rubbing gentle circles, just teasing you with his fingers. It turns him from tease to cruel. You let out a moan, and he only tuts in disappointment.

“Keep talking or you won’t get anything from me.” He tells you, before continuing to tease you. His fingers begin to work on your folds. You try your best to focus. He takes off your panties and throws them on the ground somewhere.

“Only bought this dress for you... Thought you might like it...” You gasp again as he slips a finger into you, “Fuck—Thought it would make you do something about it.” In fairness, it got the reaction you had only hoped for in your wildest dreams. It makes him chuckle against your skin.

“Only got this pretty little dress for me to touch you like this?” He adds another finger and starts to move. When you don’t answer, too busy getting lost in his fingers, he bites your shoulder again. “Answer me, sweetheart.”

“Yes! God, yes…” You respond. He hums in approval, continuing to curl his fingers inside of you. It only takes a few minutes before you can feel yourself near the edge of an orgasm. “Matt… Baby, please...”

“C’mon, sweet girl... I’ve got you, let go...” And it’s enough to make you, cumming all over his fingers. He lets you ride out your high, out of breath. He kisses your neck again before bringing his fingers up to his lips, tasting your juices. “Sweet girl, still.” He smirks. Your heart skips a beat. He chuckles. Then he continues, “Did so good for me, sweetheart... Wanna keep going?” He asks.

“Yes, please... Wanna feel you inside me...” you confess.

“You want me to fill you up and stretch you out, pretty girl?” You should know better by now, but you just hum in response, gaining another bite to your shoulder. “Try again.”

“Yes... I want you so badly, Matt, please... I’ve been dreaming about it for months now,” You confess, “Need you...”  He seems satisfied by this, and moves back, helping you sit up.

“Well then, we’ll need to get this pretty dress off you.” He says, his fingers working to take off his belt. Your fingers run over his chest. It’s all he can do not to rip the dress off, but he knows how much it means to you and how much it could’ve cost. So, instead, he slips the dress off you and feels you shiver against him. Still so nervous. He tosses the dress in the general direction of his suitcase, so it doesn’t sit on the floor. He leans in and starts pressing kisses to your chest, his hands reaching up to your bra and unclasping it. He throws it with much less care than the dress.

He keeps kissing down your torso as he lays you back on the bed, your hands going again to his hair.

“How come it’s fair that I’m fully naked, and you still have pants on?” You ask. It makes him laugh, and he stands straight again.

“Fair enough,” he says, taking them off. And then goes his boxers. Before you can stare at him, he’s on top of you again, kissing you deeply. You can feel his cock resting against your fold and it makes you moan into the kiss. He pulls away for just a second before asking, “Is this, okay? You’ll stop me if it’s too much?”

“Yeah, I’ll tell you.” You respond. He smiles at your words.

“Perfect. Perfect, pretty girl...” He hums as he begins to kiss your shoulders and the top of your chest, before slipping inside of you. You let out a moan, and he groans as well, taking a few minutes to take all of you in. It feels amazing. He begins to move inside of you as he brings you in for another kiss. When he pulls away, he’s talking, “Been thinking about this for... Fuck, so long...” He groans. “Been dreaming of this perfect pussy and how good it would feel around me…” He says, and it elicits a shaky moan from you.

“Faster, please...” You request, and he obliges, picking up the pace. You’ve been thinking about this for a long time too. You never imagined he’d be so controlling about the whole thing. It works you up almost as much as how vocal he is.

He leaves bites and marks down your chest as he pulls you closer to him, knowing he won’t last much longer. He feels you tighten around him and makes another demand, “Tell me how badly you want to cum, and I’ll let you.” He says this before planting a rather contrasting soft kiss to your ear.

“Please... Please, Matt, Fuck... I need to cum all over your cock... Wanna feel so good, baby...” You moan, your fingers pulling on his hair. It excites you when he moans. “And I want you to cum inside me... Fill me up, Baby, please...” You beg. He’s happy with it for now, but he knows he’ll want to hear more another time.

“C’mon, sweet girl. Cum for me…” He pants, and it’s all you need before you let yourself come undone around his cock. He continues thrusting for a few minutes, letting you ride out your high, before cumming himself, and you moan at the feeling. He lays against you for a few minutes, trying to recover, and it’s then that you notice he’s shaking.

“Are you okay?” You ask softly, brushing his hair out of his face. He looks at you with those gorgeous brown eyes. He laughs at your question.

“I’m great... You’re just... amazing...” he says honestly, kissing your shoulder one more time. “Perfect, pretty girl...” He praises. “My perfect girl...” It makes you shudder. He stays like this for a moment more before kissing you softly. Then, he sits up and goes to get a towel to clean the both of you up. And then, he’s back in bed with you. He pulls you close as you both recover from what just happened.

“I wasn’t lying,” You start, “I’ve been thinking about you for months. You’re all I’ve wanted for so long...” You confess. He kisses your head and pulls you closer.

“Me too... I was too much of an idiot to tell you though. Almost let you get away.”

“You got me.” You affirm. He hums and begins to rub all too familiar circles into your hips with his thumbs.

“And now I just want you more.”

The feeling is mutual.

[leahrintarou]

☠︎︎ DAY SEVEN: MASKED FT. KENMA

☠︎︎ WARNINGS: kenma wears masquerade mask, bathroom sex, semi-soft!dom kenma, y/n wears a skirt, fuck buddy au!, public sex kinda..

☠︎︎ WORD COUNT: 1.3k

"kuroo, do you know where kenma is?" y/n questioned her friend. she'd notice his unique haircut which was the only reason why she was able to differentiate him from the rest of the individuals in the room. "I don't know, he just wandered off down the hallway. you know that he's not really into these kinds of events"

"then why did we drag him with us?" y/n sighed, pulling kuroo's mask a bit to make it snap back onto his face. he let out a small yelp, covering his face with a hand before using the other to point down the hallway in the direction of where he last saw his best friend depart to.

y/n followed his slightly hidden gaze that peeked through the mask, passing by making out couples before finally arriving in front of the bathroom's door. three knocks.

no answer

she knocked once again and it only felt like the music was coincidently getting louder. "kenma?" she called. expecting to hear an acknowledging hum, she was instead met with the sound of what seemed to be a moan. "kenma..?"

this time her voice was filled with more confusion until she sighed, staring at the closed door. closing her eyes and taking a small deep breath, y/n began to contemplate what to do before hearing the sound of the lock twist.

"aw, why'd you stop calling my name?"

her eyes shot open when she saw kenma peek his head around the slightly ajar door. "what are you doing?" she questioned, not knowing what else to possibly ask him in such a short amount of time. "what do you think? i'm sure you heard at least something familiar"

y/n almost begged herself to try and lose contact with kenmas locking gaze but her eyes were disobeying her silent orders. afterall, the mask that he wore basically highlighted his amber irises. "you seemed to be having fun out there. i didn't want to disturb you"

he kept the door slightly opened, skillfully only allowing half of his torso to be visible to y/n's eyes. "disturb me for what?" as y/n let the words pass by her lips, kenma suddenly reached for her wrist, pulling her into the small space of the bathroom.

his eyes seemed to dart down to his visible and clothed erection, making y/n suddenly let out a choked cough, being caught off guard by his unexpected action. "oh.."

"dont 'oh' me? help me"

"oh"

"y/n" he called her name, this time dropping all signs of patience. "kenma, how did this even happen?" she questioned as he pulled her hand closer towards himself. "that's not important right now" he let out a staggered sigh when he placed his hand over y/n's guiding her to palm himself.

"y/n, let me fuck you..please?"

"what if someone walks in, kenma?" she questioned. "were wearing masks and as long as you only let me hear your sounds, it won't be easy to tell who you are, will it?"

she rolled her eyes but was interrupted she she felt kenmas body press against her own, slightly pinning her onto the bathrooms counter. "fine". y/n saw the small smirk that appeared onto's kenma's lip beneath his sleek designed mask, making her avoid his lustful aura.

kenma reached for the edge of her mask before pulling it over her head and placing it onto the empty space on the sink. y/n reached for his, trying to do the same but he swiftly grabbed her wrist, stopping her movements.

"are you not taking yours off too? it'll get in the way" y/n sent kenma a small glare, when she felt his sudden contact. "it'll actually be beneficial" he mumbled, placing a hand on y/n's inner thigh. "how so?"

"it forces you to keep eye contact with me"

y/n's protesting words were kept behind her lips when kenmas hand only trailed further up her thigh and under the fabric of her skirt. "kenma, i thought you wanted to be satisfied?" y/n mumbled when kenma's index finger hooked the hem of her underwear. "i could get off just by ruining you though"

kenma smiled when his eyes captured the image of y/n's eyes and faltering glare. he reached his hand into the restricting fabric before immediately circling her sensitive bud with his thumb. y/n could only shudder at the sudden temperature change that was caused by his contact, making kenma use his free hand to place on her lower back.

"relax, y/n. what are you so tense for?" he questioned. "oh i don't know, kenma? maybe the fact that there's so many people outside-" her words were cut off when swift movements were made by kenma to correctly sit her atop of the sink's counter. "what'd i say? were wearing masks. no one will know"

y/n nodded redirecting her focus to kenma's hand's which continued to abuse small circles against her bud. he stopped his movements once he realized where y/n's gaze resided, making her look up and to his masked expression. "only keep your eyes on me".

y/n didn't react. infact, she couldn't. the way that all emotion that was visible in kenmas irises only turned into lust, capturing her racing thoughts and worry. her breathing slightly quicked and the feeling of arousal all being caused by kenma, only caused her eye's to fight the need of shutting from the pleasure.

as the speed of kenmas hands quickend, y/ n slightly bit down on her bottom lip in an attempt to suppress her moans, all the while, still keeping her low lidded gaze on kenmas reflecting one. y/n never noticed before but kenmas words were right. the mask did in fact force her to focus on only his gaze and lips.

even if she wanted to, she couldn't admire any of his other features due to the mask's restriction. these thoughts caused her receiving pleasure to feel even more impactful. kenma noticed how she now struggled to keep her moans to a quiet volume so he leaned forward, using his free hand to cup her cheek, and guide her closer to himself for a kiss.

y/n allowed her moans to fall against his lips once they finally made contact. keeping the movements of his hand at a steady pace, kenma slowed down for a split second when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.

he ignored it, too busy focusing on the pleasure of y/n but he groaned into their shared kiss when he felt his phone vibrate once again. kenma rolled his eyes, quickening the pace of his thumb against y/n's bud.

she quietly mumbled his name into the crook of his neck after the pleasure finally began to reach its peak and she couldn't help but closer her eyes and rest her forehead on his shoulder. "i wanna see you"

"kenma-"

just before y/n was about to protest, she felt his movements slow down, knowing that kenma only did it as a 'warning'. "okay, okay. you're so-"

he smiled and completely stopped his movements, causing y/n to cut off her sentence. "kenma stop doing that" she mumbled, placing her hand on his wrist. "you want me to stop?"

with a small and thankful sigh, y/n held kenmas gaze when he finally continued his pleasuring actions, allowing her to finally reach the peak of her satisfaction. kenmas realized how she struggled to quiet her moans so, sneaking a hand to her nape, he guided her down closer to his face, meeting lips with y/n once again.

"y/n, kenma!" the sudden voice of kuroo was accompanied with the knock that was heard on the door. kenma continued to rub circles against y/n's bud, pulling away from the kiss and replacing his lips with his palm to keep y/n's pleasure filled moans, suppressed.

"y/n, i know the both of you are in there. you guys have no shame" they both heard the disappointment laced in kuroo's voice and y/n could only focus on kenma's continued pleasure when the smirk on his lips were slowly becoming more visible due to her amplifying moans.

"what, you wanna join or something?" kenma's voice was kept at it's usual low tone but somehow, kuroo was still able to hear his words.

"kenma, you're sick"

[slayfics]

Behind the Mask

Inosuke x Reader

Insouke still hasn’t returned, but a talk with Mitsuri helps you confess your true feelings for the demon slayer.

Chapter 7

Some days had past, and you hadn’t received another letter from Inosuke and they hadn’t come home either... You were beginning to get worried. The last letter he sent said they should be back any time now. What was going on? You sat outside in the quart yard re-reading the letter Inosuke had sent that Tanjiro had wrote for him when you heard a voice that startled you out of your thoughts.

“Hello, you look like somethings awfully wrong.” The voice said. You looked up to see Mitsuri standing above you.

“Mind if I join you?” She asked.

“No of course not.” You said, and the Hashira sat down to join you. “Actually Mitsuri.. I think maybe you’re the only person who would understand.”

“Oh I see..” She said looking closer at you. “It appears you're missing someone you love.” She said with a smile.

“I wouldn’t say that!” You said feeling your cheeks get warm.

“Are you sure? You’re sitting out here reading some letter watching the sunset... That seems very romantic to me. You can't fool me you know I am the love Hashira.”

“Love is just a strong word.”

“Ok someone you like.” She settled.  

“Yeah, that’s fair.” You said admitting your feelings for Inosuke the first time aloud. It felt like a weight off your shoulders not keeping it all bottled up anymore.

“Well, where are they?” She asked.

“On a mission in the entertainment district.”

“Oh! I know that mission. He wouldn't happen to be one of the three boys that recently came here, would he?”

“Umm yeah.”

“Which one?? Tell me!! Tell me!” She begged moving closer to you.

“Umm Inosuke the one that wears the boar mask.”

“Mhm mhm I could see that. He definitely has some nice features about him.” She said. You felt your cheeks get warm. That wasn’t exactly why you found yourself attracted to Inosuke but she wasn’t wrong either and finally sharing your thoughts out loud was making you realize how much he really had been on your mind.

“Awe look at you! You’ve got it so bad you’re blushing at just the thought of him! That is so sweet.” She said. “It makes it hard for me to break this news to you...” Mitsuri said looking off and twirling her hair.

News?? What News could she have??  

“You see I've gotten word that an upper demon is at the entertainment district.. And if that's true...” She trailed off looking at the sunset.

You felt your body want to shatter into pieces. An upper demon??? Inosuke was a fighter but there was no mistaking that he was not trained enough to take on an upper demon... even with the other two boys and Tengen. There was a good chance he wasn’t coming back... You felt your eyes begin to swell with tears.

“Oh please don’t cry!” Mitsuri said. “Mr. Uzui is a fierce fighter and I know his wives were there too. They are trained Shinobi you know!” Mitsuri said. She pulled you into a hug and placed your head on top of her chest and squeezed you.  

“Mitsuri..” you said mumbled into her chest.

“PLEASE DONT GIVE UP HOPE OK!” She yelled.

“MITSURI I CAN’T BREATH!” You yelled mumbeld again. She let go of you immediately.

“Right sorry. It just pains me to see new lovers not able to reunite.”

"We are not lovers!” You said tears still finding way to fall down your face.

“No? Well, if that’s the case I would advise you to tell that demon slayer how you feel the second he gets back if he survives this battle. Every moment is precious you know, and you can’t waste love so carelessly! Promise me, if your demon slayer comes back, you make the most of it ok! Or I'll go tell him myself how you feel.” She scolded you.

"I promise Mitsuri.” You said.  

[unfinishedficsillneverwrite]

The syndicates' identities are leaked, they all go into hiding but alot of the family members of said villains, including the angel of death's wife, are captured and all of them put in prison for conspiring.

Tommy, a hero who knows damn well other heroes and politicians interact with villains too, thinks that prison is a bit harsh.

most either didnt know about their family being villains, or weren't really involved outside of knowing and not snitching.

The angel of death’s wife, who hadnt even known about her husband being a villain, had been put in Pandora's prison.

Prison, tommy decides, especially pandora’s prison, is too much. 

Tommy tried to weigh in to get them to not put them all in prison, they say “lol no stupid young hero, we need an example, we dont care if its fair” 

tommy makes a reactionary decision

Tommy causes chaos by leaking files of all the only slightly illegal deals politicians and hero’s have made with villains for territory and co-operation and such

(tommy wishes he had the time to visit all the innocent people in prison, but he needs more time to compile the files and only has time to visit kristen because shes in pandoras vault and therefore closer)

Tommy gets in contact with quackity, who the gov commonly contact for deals, and tells him this is not hero business, he’ll have the family members of the syndicate including angels wife out soon and asks where they need to meet

Tommy leaks one last (horrible) file to ensure a larger protest outside the prison/hero’s hq

(its the same building to ward off prison breaks from the inside and out)

grabs the angels wife, kristen, first, and leads her out the side of the building, her and him both wearing janitor outfits to cover his hero fit and her prison uniform, the medical mask hiding tommy’s hero mask

Tommy delivers kristen right into her family’s arms and after their reunion ends he tells them he’ll be back with the other family members soon he just has to break them out of their individual prisons.

Kristens family, after sharing a look, offer their help. 

Tommy is stoked, the syndicate, his childhood idols, just offered to rescue people with him.

But he’s on a time limit so he can only bring one of them. (idk pick one yourself to go with him)

They bust into the prisons together, in the end they get and bring back all the family members from prison safe and sound.

He’s exhausted, but he’s also feeling very vindicated. He always knew he’d make a great jail break villain. Which he now technically was.

Eh, he was planning to defect anyways.

Then he like, becomes a separate villain who’s just like chill with the syndicate and who comes for brunch every once in a while with them

Or kristen gets phil to offer tommy a place in the syndicate and quackity like arranges a place for tommy or something idk

also side note i remember wanting to make more tommy and kristen bonding scenes into this but just didnt have the energy

so some lil bonus ideas i had

tommy finds out from kristen that while she didnt know about her husband and kids being villains, she isnt too torn up about it at all, because she had assumed from all the bruises that her boys were in a fight club again which she considered worse

tommy after begging sam nook, the regular gaurd, brings kristen paper mache animals and she gets to keep them in her cell

[sentofight]

ooc. found her old blog now copy paste her info hoho. ofc some info will be tweaked since this was written like ...four five years ago. an yes seo is her fc. i need to remake her icons. i like them but ...i dont have the psd ;;; the wings will stay cuz dark wings hooho~

Basic Info:

Born Name: Naomi JalalStageName: AidenNickname: Ace; by the Katz

Age:20

Birth Date:ND2000 on Ifritday,Ifrit Decan 1

Tuesday, first of May.Hometown:Isle of FeresResident:Nam Cobanda IsleClass(es): Spear UserWeapon:Twin Spears

For standered bio please refere to THIS

About her

   Naomi is the only child of the Jalal family and the only survivor. Her dad managed to carry her over to the shore, but sadly died due his injuries. Naomi used to live in the Isle of Feres before the Hod war broke, when she was just two years old. Later that tragic day, she was adopted by Noir and the gang as part of the 459 orphans that they picked up around the globe, and since that day she lived in the Nam Cobanda Isle. For this reason, Naomi does not know both her name nor her family because nothing was left for her to trace back to her origin except that she is from that tragic isle, but who is she and who is her family is a mystery. Therefore, she adopted a new name given to her by Noir—Aiden, meaning little fire.Naomi works in the circus part “The Black Dream” as an actor and performer. Usually, she helps around the shops when needed. Her role tends to be either the main protagonist or the antagonist of the performed play. Although, she always preferred villain roles saying that there is more than what meets the eye when playing such roles.(Plus their costumes are way cooler~) Aiden was not aware of the thieving that the Dark Wing do. The truth was slipped out when one day York came back with heavy injuries. The girl kept on questioning what happened to her friend, until Noir asked her if she really wants to know; knowing the truth might hurt her, and without hesitation she accepted. At first, it was shocking, but then she begged the older woman to join in as she admired out-laws who do 'bad' things for the sake of good cause--unsung hero!Naomi looks up to Noir because she is badass (as she describes her). For her, Noir is a strong woman, who led all these people; giving them hope and new life. York and Urushi are both considered trust worthy people. She likes to preform alongside with them.

Personality

 Naomi, being an actor, knows that people wear masks to hide their true colors. The young woman is cautious when meeting new people, but never being hostile to them; unless she was attacked first. Naomi is impatient and seeks results immediately, making her to take shortcuts leading often to bad consequences. This might be the result of her getting excited about something. The girl dislike manipulating people or using what she learned from Noir ‘the art of trickery’ to manipulate someone; unless the situation demanded a certain level of persuading. Though, the idea is very tempting to play a person like the puppets of her show. After all, Aiden is not a hero, nor she will be. An actor, that's what she is all about. Naomi is a hard working individual, who likes to finish what she started. Often it is the reason why the inhabitants of the Isle seek her to help them in their work. Being around many people with different talents, she learned a little bit of everything. Therefore, she gained the title Average Skillful because she can both learn fast and practice what she saw quickly. Though, some skills are out of her liege for example: sewing, organizing, and budgeting.

Positive Traits

confident  || cooperative || Earnest || Hardworking || Venturesome || Sympathetic || Spontaneous || Sporting ||

Negative Traits

Impatient  || Thievish || Vindictive* || Shortsighted || Vain || Disorderly || Obsessive || Narcissistic *Even though she promised Noir not to seek revenge herself, part of her--the dark side that she thought she tamed is willing to kill the responsible people for the Isle destruction.

The Score:

 ND2002: The Isle fate was sealed as the score predicted that it was going to be destroyed due the war. Naomi was only 2 years old, so she doesn’t remember much from that day; but some vague memories of the ocean and her parent’s voices.  As she grew up, Naomi learned about what happened to her hometown, and that’s the Order of Lorelei stood without taking any counter measurement to prevent the catastrophe. For a child, to know that somehow her fate and life might have been different if someone saved the Isle, she had so much hatred that she swore to kill anyone from the Order. Thankfully, her hatred was controlled by Noir when she provided for her a new life and a new reason to live on. Though, revenge is not something to be forgotten easily and Noir knows it. The leader of the Black Wings warned Aiden that once she kills someone, then she will be the same as them; guilty and evil. With time, Aiden managed to control that urge, and sought to be someone who can protect rather than kill. Although, if killing is a solution to protect someone, then she is not afraid to taint her hands.

Appearance

  Naomi has a dark brown short hair with a low pony tail. Distinguished feature in her hair is that she got one golden lock on her bangs. The golden lock is hereditary from her mother. She took her father's teal sleepy eyes. As for her body, it is slim figure.

[toruland]

Like I haven't had any ill will towards this coworker but now she can bite the dust

I know she hasn't called out because of money and blah blah blah but bitch come on

You're gonna walk around like a human plague and bring everyone down with you?

Like I haven't had covid in almost 3 years, even in my food service job where I had run ins with coworkers that tested positive at least 3 times, like NOW I get it after my coworkers been sick for a week

Like she insisted that it was just allergies and she even said she felt week in one of our group chats like bitch CALL OUT

OR AT LEAST WEAR A MASK

I was literally begging my test to come back negative and it just be the flu

AND this is pay week

I'm hoping to feel normal by Wednesday so I can at least walk around the house normally and let Merlot play with the other dogs

Anyways, how are you lovely? How has your day been?

i had a pretty good day up until about 2 hours ago, and since then, my mood has been up and down

i mostly slept/laid in bed today because im a little sick and that medicine had me OUT, but when i was awake, i was having a great time

then, as i mentioned, about 2 hours ago, my friend started complaining about something on genshin, and kinda tried to play it off as it being my fault, so we argued (kinda, not really) about that, then she complained about us leaving her on seen (wtf were we supposed to say to you saying “oh well”???)

now, just when i was really in a groove, listening to music and just vibing or whatever, i opened the gc to ask if i could join one of their worlds so i could get some materials for scara (like i said, im triple crowning him and i already got what i could from my world), and she starts talking about family problems and about her grandma (she’s sick)

i didnt wanna be rude or anything, plus im having a good night and dont wanna put myself down by thinking about someone’s possibly upcoming death, so i just havent opened the gc

it seems a little selfish, but this literally always happens :/ im in a good mood, then i open the gc and instantly, my day is turned upside down

[thecorbyin]

Funny/weird things my TF2 alters do/have done

Scout

Begged my friend to let him take a bite out of their fried chicken leg and cried when they said no.

Ate shaving cream on accident.

Flirted with my friend and then screamed at the top of his lungs with horror when he found out she was 15.

Tried to stop a period with... bandaids. Not kidding.

DOESN'T WASH HIS FUCKING HANDS after going piss.

Threw a tantrum at all of my friends because our world doesn't have Bonk!.

Soldier

Fronted just to scream at the wall for like 5 minutes.

My friend (the same one Scout begged for chicken) was working on their school computer. We sit in front of them. Soldier turned around, grabbed the back of their laptop, and slammed it onto the desk so he could see the screen. My friend pulled it back up. Soldier slammed it back down. Repeat like 20 actual times until my friend sighed, pulled up pictures of WWII, and gave the laptop to Soldier so he could look at them.

Tried to purchase an absurd amount of cream cheese online. Became upset because we dont have a credit card. Tried to purchase a credit card online.

Asked my friend if she was a communist and then threw the apple he was eating at her when she said yes. Then he picked that apple up off of the floor and continued to eat it. And then threw it at her a second time. And then ate more of it off the floor.

Played Meep City on Roblox and got really upset when people called him a Trump Supporter. Also told about 50 people on there that he would fight for their "God given rights to be LGBT". (nice)

Sniper

Listened to Lola by The Kinks for about two hours on loop, then turned on Jimmy Hendrix. Got very mad when I turned off Jimmy Hendrix.

Tried to eat tree bark.

Told my cousin he would break into their house and beat the shit out of their mom.

Pointed to my friend and said "that sheila is a crazy bitch." Outloud.

Yelled at all of my friends for calling his accent gay.

Cried over the fact that Pixel (my cat) is small.

Spy

Intentionally started drama between two of my friends and still happily asks me for updates.

Observed all of my friends for about 5 minutes and decided he likes none of them.

Drinks cranberry juice like it's a fine wine.

Refuses to front when we're eating school food because it's "repulsive".

Also cried over Pixel being small.

Demoman

Woke up not knowing where he was, screamed in fear, and then left front immediately after.

Fronted just to call my friend a "wee lil cunt" and then left again.

Medic

Asked my cousin for one of his teeth, became confused as to why he declined.

Befriended a literal walking corpse from my friend's system.

Tries to "kill my friends with his mind". (He just stares at them for like three minutes and then gets disappointed.)

Talked about TF2 with my friend and then laughed when they asked if he and Heavy were "good pals." Informed them that he's dating Heavy. Laughed harder when my friend's mouth dropped in shock.

Heavy

He's never fronted on his own but sometimes he comes into the frontspace while Medic is there to show him a funny picture of a bird.

Engineer

Fronted at work for like two seconds today to steal a piece of bacon and shove it in his mouth. I respect the grind.

Got pissed off at my Theatre Tech teacher for taking 40 minutes to explain how to work a machine he already knew how to work.

Gets so mad when we listen to anything that isn't country music.

Pyro

Burned our hand on accident and then cried for 15 minutes thinking they would get in trouble.

Listens to nothing but things like "Do you Believe in Magic", "Lollipop", "Mr Sandman", etc.

Tried to wear a plague doctor mask to school to cover our face.

Eats sweets for every meal and cannot be trusted to eat meals in front alone.

[batfamtv]

Hi so can I request for a Basilio and/or Crispin x reader please? Like maybe how they met or something, platonic or romantic, either is fine. Thanks!

gif credits (@overlordofawesomeness) see their post here

how they met you headcanons: crispin, basilio (trese)

a/n: no specific ethnicity for the reader, but it is mostly assumed that the reader is of pinoy descent; I hope you all enjoy this, pls don't hesitate to add more! <3

crispin

okay so i imagine that mr. more-serious-than-his-younger-brother crispin has not really grown up to be a hopeless romantic

didn’t date, didn’t think that love is real (“it’s cheesy”/“baduy naman”), so finding his one true love hit him like a ton of bricks

sees you for the first time while working on a case with bossing, you live next to the house of the victims

really found you cute, but he didn’t get the chance to approach you because you had slammed the gates closed in front of him

he sees you again completely by accident during another case, and crispin was so surprised and thankful

he keeps trying to make eye contact with you, while you are trying not to make eye contact with the tall, muscular man who is wearing a dark suit

he finally asks you out, and you at first freak out, somehow convinced that this man is a part of a gang or is some scary rich dude who is the future ceo of his dad’s company or something

to your surprise, he picks you up (still dressed in a suit) but brings you to a small family restaurant--almost a carenderia

it is so amusing to find him so overdressed during the date, but it is a nice dinner and you two have fun talking and getting to know each other

he is so cute when asking if you wanted to hang out again, and when you say yes, he smiles so brightly

you get streetfood the next time you hang out!

at this point, crispin kinda already knows about your life story, but you still dont know his

he seems to be a little closed off about the topic, but you dont push him

crispin is gone from time to time, only texting you sporadically, but you dont question it even though you are curious, because you trust him and you may be just a tiny lil bit infatuated

when he does tell you everything about him, he prefaces it so seriously and grimly that you think he will say he doesn't want to see you anymore

instead, he sullenly tells you about his life, ending with an apology for not telling you sooner

"i was just so scared you would run away"

you tell him that you wont run away and surprise him when you throw your arms around him and kiss him

he is honestly so whipped for you oh my god

if crispin is free, he will always drop you off and pick you up from school/work

he brings you to meet his family, basilio, alexandra, hank

they accept you as part of the family, and you immerse yourself in their library, reading up information about their lives

whenever they finish a case, you would be there, having cooked nice, warm meals for them

crispin would come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder

he would whisper, "thank you for taking care of us" and presses kisses on your cheek down to your neck

you dont go out with them on a case, even if you want to (you and crispin fight over this, but he simply insists that he cannot lose you or even see you hurt)

he keeps his words of affirmation and affections as private as possible

basilio and hank tease him a lot if he tries to show any affection towards you with them present, and it bothers him at first

but you just laugh it off, ignoring the "uyyy" and other teasing remarks

basilio laughs when he sees his twin relaxing against you on the couch, crispin's head laid on your lap, "who's cheesy now?"

to this, crispin laughs before looking up at you and kissing your hand

he whispers "i love you against your skin"

i would say that compared to basilio and his s/o's relationship, your relationship with crispin is a lot more serious, more mature

kinda have the husband-and-wife vibe even though you aren't married yet (but you both know that this will happen eventually)

crispin knows that you are the one, and is hell bent on keeping you happy and safe

secretly looks up "perfect proposal ideas" when he realizes one night just how much he loves you

always has you in his arms when you're asleep, the sound of your heartbeat, and the feeling of your breath against his skin reminding him just what he is fighting and living for

he is fighting and living for you, and the future you two are going to share

basilio

the younger and more mischievous of the two, it didn't surprise everyone that basilio is the last person to realize his love for you

he met you shortly after being adopted by carlos trese, you were a family friend and possibly another babaylan from another city/province

came to the treses for a visit and was surprised to see new members of the family

you bonded with the twins almost instantaneously, becoming best friends with them

although everyone could see that you were closer to basilio than you were to crispin, mostly because of basilio's more laid back personality

absolutely thick as thieves with him, to a point where crispin would sulk and complain that you were stealing his lil brother from him

you would all play games until you were downright exhausted, from playing house, hide-and-seek, patintero (you try not to play catch with them bc you know they're gonna use their powers anyway) and the sad days were when you had to leave

you once had a tantrum as you clung to basilio, begging him to hide you from your parents so that they wouldn't bring you home

crispin and Alexandra had to pry you away from him, and he didn't talk to them for like 2 days after you left

as you two grew older, the games lessened and you focused more on training and battle strategies

but the closeness never left

you also kinda know that basilio cares for you, and to be honest, you wouldn't say no if he ever asks you out, but he never did and that's ok

outside of his family, you are his best friend and he loves you just as much as he loves his brother and sister

but it was obvious to alexandra and crispin that when you got older, something changed in the way basilio looked at you

he kinda looks at you just a little bit longer than usual, simple touches linger here and there, the slight overprotectiveness, the little acts of love

he brings you food ("we stopped by the carenderia and they had your favorite ulam")

brings you flowers ("where did you find these arabian jasmines/sampaguita?" basilio shrugs, "bought them on the way home." "he plucked them from aling josie's garden," Alexandra tells you as she walks past the two of you)

crispin tries to tell basilio that he should definitely ask you out, because it's so clearly obvious that you both like each other, but basilio tries to deny it

"torete ka bro, please just go ahead and tell her how you feel"

and basilio kinda sits on the idea, like literally has an existential crisis trying to figure out if he loves you romantically or just platonically

so he tries to imagine his future

he doesn't think much of it, thinking that this world is going to consume him long before he would have the chance to build a life anyway, but amidst the thought of death, he sees something

just a flash of light and sounds of laughter

it's you, carrying a young girl as you smile at him, standing just in front of the gate

and basilio thinks, that's such a nice vision, coming home to you

whenever he thinks of possibly settling down and having a family, it has always been with you

it has always been with you since you were kids, and now it's still you

so when he tells you he loves you during the most inappropriate time (fighting off aswang kidnappers), you grin at him and yell "I love you too!" back

and he removes his mask for a second before clarifying, "no y/n, I am in love with you!"

you grin at him again before exclaiming, "I know! i loved you since we were like 10"

after the fight, he doesn't hesitate to bring you into his arms and kiss you

you kissed his cheek when you were kissed, absolutely out of curiosity, and you were both like "ewww that's gross" but now it's not

it was perfect, like it was meant to be

unlike crispin and his s/o, you two are pretty chill about your relationship, kinda lowkey with it too

you don't talk about marriage (yet), and ppl who see you just think you two are either together, or just very best friends

you two are comfortable with each other and know each other from the inside out

the times where his cheerful personality changes is when it involves your safety, then he becomes so much like his brother, stoic and almost scary

will not ever compromise your safety over anything

basilio grew up with you, and now he plans to grow old with you

[kashimos-hajime]

no regrets (8/8) | r.b.

summary: For the first time, he thinks of a future he could have, and someone who loves him, and there’s something bright in his heart. Or, Reiner finally understands what peace is.

WARNINGS: MANGA SPOILERS!!! angst, mentions of violence, we get our happy ending :) pairing: reiner braun x fem!reader word count: 6.7k

a/n: welcome to the last chapter!! thank you so much for being on this journey with me. there are a few callbacks to previous chapters so see if you can catch ‘em all heheh 

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crossposted on ao3 x

Few months ago ymir asked if I could let her write one last letter to krista, and I did let her. I stood over her shoulder the whole time, watching her pen down all this sappy shit and I kept thinking about you the whole time, behind those walls. What you were doing, what you were thinking. Maybe if you thought about me. I dont know.

I’m starting to see the appeal of wrting what youre not strong enough to say to a persons face. I never thought Id find myself on the other end of this stick. for some reason, I thought that I could stop myself, resist the temptation, or maybe that I didnt feel for you as strong as I thought I did once I was away from you. I was wrong.

What do I even say? I mean shit, I can barely see, my limbs are barely in tact, and all of it—shiganshina, it haunts me, even though I cant really remember it that well. Half of it goes black and then I remember hearing your voice, I remember Bertholdt, I remember you screaming.

You couldve walked away. why didnt you walk away? It doesn’t make sens. Why did you think to cut me out? Why did you try to save me? Im trying to make it make sense inmy head. It’s not working.

Fuck I dont know what I was thinking when I asked for a paper and pen. Why am I asking you questions? Its not like ill ever understand. At this point, I think it’s pity thats letting Zeke let me waste ink on trying to write straight. He doesn’t know what im doing, but thats better this way. Better than sleeping—better than eating. I just wanna talk to you and this is as close as I can get. Its my own damn fault, but I dont care. 

I completed my mission. After this, im done. ill give up the rest of my term. I dont want any of that glory anymore. I dont want to be a hero. Im just done.

Fuck, my head hurts so much. I dont really know if what im saying is making sense. Im hoping you never read this.

im sorry. I wish I could explain it to you some day, but chances are, ill be dead soon. Whether for treason or because they need to pass on the Titan, and I wont be able to see you again. Which means youll never know how sorry I am. How much I

Thats okay. I dont think youd believe me now even if I did say anything.

I remember your dream to live by the lake with a bunch of kids. You know I started to wonder if youd mind if they were our kids, not just some orphans who needed a home. I’d imagine one of them with blond hair. Imagine them swimming in the lake.

Never told you that was my dream too. Never knew i could have a dream of my own, something only I wanted and not just something to further marleys damn agenda, til I knew you. Sounds stupid but its true.

I think youd like Marley, if we weren’t sworn enemies. Just want you here with me right now. make me sleep easier knowing you’re there when I wake up. 

Dont want secrets either. Fuck I miss you so bad. I feel s o tired all the time. 

I rember when i first saw you all could think about was how you were the most prettiest girl id ever seen. I don know if you know thats why I tried to distance myself. Knew I couldn’t get distracted from my mison. happened anyway. Wish I could tell you that. 

wish I could tell you I love you. Wish I could see the look on yur face when you try lobster for the first time. Youd love it. Not sweet, but tons of desserts here too.

Shit. And the ring on your finger. ill put a ring on your finger. I promised. i swear ill go home and buy a ring for the moment I see you again. Might not be pretty but will do the best I can.

Olnly wnat only wnat only want to see you again and beg for your forgiveness. Let you know if I had a choice, I wouldnt have done it. Would take it all back, nd stay. i wanted to stay, stay with you and the others. I used to want to spend the rest of my life in those walls, now I think im sick and tired of them dividing people who arent even that differnet.

My eyes are beginning to burn. Worse because the skin is sitll growing back. Fucking hell god I miss you. miss your smile more.

I know i dont deserve your forigvneess forgiveness. I want you to be angry with me. I deserve as much, and I cant ask you to, but 

With love,

Rienr

You fold the letter, eyes closing as your fingers trace where the ink bled, the old tear stains wrinkling the paper beyond measure. Some are older than others, and you trace over his name again, your eyes burning, your throat tight enough to suffocate.

You’re leaning against the wall as everyone disembarks. They had taken Eren off first, Hange and the others getting ready to depart for the city while Connie and Jean lift a covered stretcher too white for the vivacious girl that lays dead beneath it.

They pass you silently, and you catch sight of a certain captain approaching, his pale eyes nearly swallowed by the shadows haunting his face.

“Captain,” you say, straightening. Placing the letter back into the tin, you slide it back into your pocket as he folds a green jacket over his shoulder. You give him a nod.

“You made it out alive,” Levi observes. He stops beside you, eyes more focused on what’s ahead. No doubt he’s not looking forward to having to take Zeke to wherever he needs to go—somewhere far, far away from Eren. You cross your arms. 

“It’s good to see you, too, Levi,” you intone. Sighing, you step in beside him and look out at the Walls you can’t see in the distance, your entire body wrought with a strange fatigue that’s only sewn into muscles by adrenaline leaving the body. “I think I’m going to stay.” He tilts his head to you, eyes flickering to your face, and you mirror the shift, your arms tightening. “I can’t leave this unfinished. Not after Liberio.”

“The farm will have to be abandoned,” he points out. “The kids, too.”

“I’ll make sure I move them where someone can take care of them. Somewhere north, far away from the brothers,” you assure, although still, your heart begins to sink and you close your eyes, exhaling deeply. “I have to hope they understand.”

Levi only nods, and you open your eyes as he wordlessly takes the jacket off his arm and offers it to you. Grasping it wearily, you open your mouth to ask questions but he only sets off, back towards the cabin where Zeke is still being held, and you snap your jaws shut, looking down at the jacket.

When you unfold it, you swallow the hard rock in your throat at the blue and white slipping beween the folds of olive green before there’s a sharp whistle. Looking up, you see the carriages already beginning to load up, and you glance back at the door where the captain has disappeared through before jogging down the ramp.

You slither your arms through the sleeves and shuffle the fabric along your frame as something thumps against your thigh, and you frown, reaching down into your pocket and coming into contact with something smooth and hard.

Withdrawing, your lips part at the green bolo tie gleaming in the lights of the port and you, without another thought, pull it over your head, letting it fall against your breastbone. 

“For your services to the Survey Corps.”

There’s no time to second-guess now. No time to debate.

“Good to have you back,” Hange murmurs as you walk towards the carriage taking Mikasa, Armin, and the others back to the city. You tug the lapels of the jacket tighter around yourself and flash them a weak smile. 

The Wings of Freedom on your arm feel like a brand, and it prickles your skin as you climb in after them.

.

Distantly, he remembers flashes. 

Eren reaching forward for Zeke, the exhaustion ripping him every which way, the sound of ODM gear whizzing in his ears as he tries to make sense of the punctured sensation in his armour.

How he had softened his nape, intending to die then. At least, let his death have some meaning, he had thought. Let him make one last effort to repent for everything he did to Paradis, and to his friends who’d been more family than his own mother.

He slips in an out of consciousness for the next few days. He doesn’t know what is up, what is down, but he does recognize his surroundings blearily, the way his head spinning somehow slowing when he presses his temple to the wooden floor.

How can he almost hear your voice in the echoes of the panels, countered by someone who almost sounds like Annie before he drifts off again.

When Reiner finally regains consciousness again, he wakes to someone crouched down in front of him. Jerking up, he lets out a sound before a palm slaps over his mouth and your face is shoved against his own.

“Shut it,” you whisper fiercely. “It’s just me.”

Your name muffled by your own hand, his eyes begin to burn and you lift your palm away as he sits up and you draw back. You’re dressed in clothes that look like they’ve seen better days but you’re relatively uninjured as you pull back. New lines adorn your face—one of the many prices of their damned war—and you only look exhausted. 

Sitting up, Reiner’s whole body groans as he leans against the wall, but he can’t tear his eyes away from you. Your hands are hovering around his body like you’re scared he’ll collapse and there’s a fracture in your mask.

Something gleams on your finger and his eyes flit to it, his heart lurching when he realizes what it is.

The ring. You’re wearing it. You…

For a moment, a glimmer of their teenage selves shine through and he wants to reach for it—touch it so he can remember what it’s like to be happy. He thinks it’s an awful like now; the swelling of his heart so big he can’t breathe; the way his lungs are static in his chest; how he can’t say anything because there are so many words that want to come out first.

“You’re here. You’re alive,” he finally settles on raspily. Your eyes glint with a youthful pain as you nod.

“So are you.” 

And he doesn’t know who moves first—you or him. Nothing is forgiven as their bodies crash in an embrace that lacks grace, but they cling onto another like the world is ending and they’re the only ones left standing. 

Maybe they are.

He buries his face in your neck, and your arms are so tight around him your fingers dig into his shoulders as your body melts against his and his skeleton sags in his own body.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers against your skin, eyes fluttering shut. “I‘m sorry.” A hand against your neck and an arm around your waist, he wraps his legs around your own and traps you against him. You seem to only sink into him even more.

Is that enough? I don’t want you to hate me.

You suck in a breath, and then it comes out shuddering. “You can spend the rest of what life you have left repenting for making me fall in love with a man who was always supposed to die.”

Softly, in his mind, your voice cools the searing heat of hatred inside him. It’s enough. It has to be.

“I’m sorry,” he says again. It’s like they’re the only words he knows. He can’t remember ever meaning it this much. For him dying, for making you love him, for ever coming to Paradis. For loving you. For loving you. “I’m so sorry.”

“I know. I know.” Your face turns to press against his own. Your lips brush against his jaw and his eyes slide shut, tears rolling down his face. “I read every single one of your letters.” Drawing back, you cup his face in his hands and your fingers smear his tears all over his cheeks as his palm rests against your neck. Thumb stretching up to touch your chin, he feels sobs shuddering in his throat at seeing you again—looking at him almost like you used to. “I can’t begin to understand, but I know you are. And I know you love me.”

Choking, he gasps, “You should hate me.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I should.” You’re crying, too, voice thick, tears stubborn on your cheeks as you give him a watery smile. “I should hate Marley, too. But it’s beautiful there. The water by the sea… I want to be there with you next time. We need to go together, before you leave me alone, okay?”

Reiner doesn’t quite hear you. He hears Marley, and beautiful, and he’s never noticed how beautiful you are when you cry, but right now, it’s the simplest truth he knows. 

“Okay.”

When you tilt his chin up and kiss him softly, something inside him explodes from the gentleness that makes him want to crack in the palm of your hands. It sears him from the inside out, makes him grab onto you like you’ll disappear—this is another dream, isn’t it? 

It has to be. 

You can’t be kissing him again after four years. He doesn’t deserve it. You’re an illusion, something his mind made up to deal with the pain. He’s finally cracked for good, just like Bertholdt said he would, and he’s the devil, not you.

But then you pull away just for a moment to smile, eyes barely open as you look at him with a sad tenderness that wraps him in an invisible embrace, and he is faced with the heart-wrenching reality. 

The sky is falling, you are holding him tightly again, and they’ve lost their years. But you’re here. With him. 

He knows that this isn’t a dream as he feels the coolness of the silver band on your finger and the heaviness in how he knows he hasn’t repented a damn thing. 

Why him?

As you run your hand through his hair, you press their foreheads together.

“And I do want a family with you, by the water if you’d like,” you murmur fleetingly against his mouth and his eyes widen, cheeks burning, entire face crumbling as he turns his face in to your shoulder, crushing you in another brace. Sobbing into your neck, his fingers dig into your shoulders, wrap tight around your waist, squeeze you so close he isn’t sure where you end and he begins and your lips brush the shell of his ear. “Reiner, say it.”

“Please,” he whispers thickly into your skin, and you cradle the back of his head with a hand. He’s nothing more than shambles. “Please, don’t go.”

“I’m not letting you out of my sight again,” you promise. His breath is hot against his own face as you pull his head back and cradle his face again, thumbs brushing away the tears from his red face. “Just a bit more. A bit more and then it’ll be all over, you know?”

And he understands, then, what you want from him. Struggling for breath, for his lungs to stop seizing in his aching chest, he cups your face that turns into his palm on instinct, your face wet with your own tears as, for a moment, they try to pretend this isn’t where they really are.

Like they’re still in that afternoon in Trost, a thousand years ago, with the kids flipping coins into the water fountain and a cream bun between them. Like they’re under the tree, apple juice on your wrist and his lips on yours.

Like it’s those trips to the city, the walks on the Walls. Honey is dripping down your chin and he’s pretending he doesn’t want to kiss you, or there’s grease smeared on his forehead, and you’re reaching up to wipe it off his skin.

Like a thousand moments all at once, and he nods to himself as you brush your hand over his temple. The world outside is startlingly quiet, as if the universe itself stopped everything itself to watch this moment, and Reiner takes a breath that bruises his sternum before he’s holding your left hand where that ring still sits.

And slowly, he pulls it off, whispering as firmly as he can. He’s sure he fails—he’s shaking all over from your presence alone.

“When this is over, I’ll put that ring back on your finger. I promise.”

The smile that splits your face is dazzling. It’s the smile he’s missed since the day he left it.

“We have a lot of things to work out, Reiner Braun.”

And your fingers barely brush his jaw before you’re leaning to press a sweet kiss against his mouth. It’s sugary on his tongue, like honey and apple slices.

.

Your back is warmer when you’re pressed up against Reiner’s. The ship is quiet, and their pinkies are just barely hooked on oen another’s as you stare blankly at the empty space between Connie’s boots. You don’t speak, and Reiner’s gaze is only on you. He can’t look at anything else now that you’re back by his side again.

There’s a cut on your cheek from the fight just half an hour ago, and there’s dried blood along your hands where your knuckles had split open, but everyone seems too exhausted to clean themselves up. 

Reiner himself has a blanket pulled over his shoulders, and he sighs, slouching in his own sack of flesh.

Your head tilts towards him, enough that your temple presses against his cheek. His eyes close and he leans into your touch. Not a word passes by, but their hold on each other’s hands tightens. And Reiner thinks. 

For the first time, he thinks of a future he could have, and someone who loves him, and there’s something bright in his heart. Something that hasn’t burned since he left Marley as a child.

Reiner thinks he doesn’t want to die anymore. He doesn’t want to miss you for another moment.

.

Raising from the steam, you groan, your hands searing from the inside out as you touch your face where you swore every inch of your skin had been stretched, but nothing seems out of sorts as you glance around. Everywhere, all your friends who had turned just as you had are in various states of disoriented. The air is still hissing, crackled with surprised screams and shouts of names as people look for one another across the field. 

It smells like cooked meat and burnt hair, a none-to-pleasant mixture that turns your stomach.

Getting to your feet, you wipe at your face, trying to ignore the weird feeling underneath your nails and the ache seizing your muscles. Trying to ignore the remnants of Eren lingering like a ghost that won’t really leave you alone. You shiver, and a strange cold sweat takes over your body.

He had taken you to the sea, except it wasn’t the shore you were familiar with. There was a cabin nearby, with blonde children running, chasing after one another and a man with golden hair standing on the porch, firewood in his arms as he calls out silently. Or maybe you had been standing too far to hear.

“Eren… where are we?”

“Wherever you think you are,” he had said. “I just brought you where you wanted to be.”

A voice, quiet as a memory, catches your attention. “Here let me help.” A soft wind blows throw the mist, cooling your scorching face as you feel a presence stand behind you.

“Oh, thank you.” You look over your shoulder to see a tall boy, and your heart stops. Mouth dropping open, you stare at his foggy image, but he only smiles fully, a smile so tender it reaches every corner of you as you stumble forward, fingers stretching for him. “Bertholdt!”

His smile grows only that much more, eyes squinting a bit and a flash of teeth before he’s looking at your hand that passes through his chest. All at once, all the hope built up in your chest crumbles, and your hand snaps back, trembling just before him. He lays a hand over your own and your eyes begin to burn, tears slipping down your cheeks.

And then, softly, you barely whisper, “I miss you.”

Bertholdt’s smile merely grows, as if to say everything he couldn’t say before. As if to show he’s at peace now—that your last memory together isn’t every part of him, and your lips press together, trying to stop yourself from shaking.

 Shadows form in the fog, and together, the two look as a freckled boy and another girl steps out of the mist a distance away, beaming like the sun. Connie and Jean stagger to their feet just behind you, and your heart lurches into your throat when you recognize them.

“Marco! Sasha!”

Someone calls your name and you turn around just as arms scoop you up and you let out a surprised noise before settling into Reiner’s arms. Looking over your shoulder to look at Bertholdt, your heart only sinks.

He smiles and Reiner lets out a sharp breath beside you, settling you down. “Bertholdt…” More shapes emerge. A shorter boy accompanied by another taller one, both alike in their features. You recognize one as the Jaw Titan holder before Falco, but the other—

“Marcel!” Reiner chokes out the name, hand stretching out to the fog, but the boy merely tilts his head and waves.

Closing your eyes, hot tears streak over your cooling flesh as you fling your arms around Reiner again and press your face into his neck. He cradles the back of your head, and he feels… somehow weaker, but still, there is that impassable strength in his core that wraps around you as he watches over your shoulder, still clinging on despite your clothes hot enough to burn.

I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive. It’s the only thought in your head. Your last clear memory had truly been the others taking flight, and the pain that had ripped apart your body before sewing it back together again in unjust proportions. Your limbs had been too big, your blood racing too warmly through your head as your legs pumped but your brain screamed to stop. 

Your fingers had sank into Reiner’s legs to pull him down and you had watched—watched Jean take a bite out of him—

You shiver and Reiner’s arms tighten around you instinctively, constricting enough to let you know that his attention isn’t on you quite yet.

Boots shifting on the ground tentatively, your knees feel gummy as you draw back long enough to look at him. He still looks over your shoulder, and you follow his gaze to watch the mist retreat. Bertholdt and the other two boys fall into a pool of fog, and your lips part in a farewell, but it’s already too late.

He’s gone.

A wind sweeps through the battlefield, tickling your sweating neck and cooling your boiling blood.

“Hey,” a soft voice croaks.

Their eyes meet in tandem. He regards you softly, like you are the reason the sun rises and the stars hang at the sky. Overwhelmed, you can only cup the back of his neck and pull him into a deep kiss. Your other hand along his jaw, it takes all you can not to pull him into a bone-crushing embrace that’ll send them both to the ground.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” you whisper hushedly against his mouth, throat swelling as he lets out a soft noise of surprise as you pull him into another tight hug. You don’t care that you’re crushing him, just that his heart is pounding against your own chest. “I couldn’t stop myself. I’m so sorry.” 

His eyes widening, he wraps his hands around your wrists and pulling you back just enough to kiss your fingers that crumple against his mouth. Clasping one of his hands in both of your own, you close your eyes and he uses his free fingers to brush the tears off your cheek before reaching into some dented tin you don’t recognize.

Eyebrows furrowing, you feel the heat leave your entire body, sapping your energy too, and your eyes snap to Reiner who steps back, cracking it open and presenting it to you. 

“You’re not the one who has to be sorry. I don’t think I’m the Armoured Titan anymore,” he whispers. “I don’t know if I get the rest of my life back, but either way, I want to spend the rest of it repenting to you in any way I can, if you’ll allow me to.” A weak smile. “Truth.”

Your throat closes up, and you stare down at the ring so protected, gleaming despite the destruction around them. It looks almost out of place amongst the grime smearing your skin, the sweat drenching their skin, the smell of blood and metal clinging to their clothes, but Reiner only watches you with a tenderness you can barely meet. It’s so overtly overflowing with devotion that your heart is resting on your tongue, seizing control of everything. 

You barely nod, chewing on your lip, trying not to cry even harder as his eyebrows rise in relief and he lets out a long sigh.

He lifts the ring out of the tin, snapping it closed before sliding the band back home onto your finger and all at once, everything floods you. The exhaustion, the pain, the hunger, thirst, grief wrapping around your bones and chaining you to the ground.

It’s over.

The minute he put the ring on your finger, it would mean it was over. No more blood, no more fighting.

Just like he promised.

You barely croak out his name before you fall to your knees. You trust him to catch you, and he does.

[THREE YEARS LATER]

Just after the Rumbling had stopped, you had gone back to Paradis alone and came back with three children to a man who was still uncertain in a world that was changing. 

Since then, you’ve learned so much about the world, about yourself, about Reiner. 

How he’s seized by night terrors even now, just like you, and how one thing that soothes it is going out for a walk while the sun still simmers below the horizon, the sky a dark navy blue spliced with orange rays. The intricate details like him making a point to tie his own tie because his father never taught him how or the way he has to chug his coffee so he has enough energy to get through the day.

And some days are horrible, haunting, but now, it is far outweighed by the good. He teaches Xav how to dress smart, takes the girls out shopping. Sometimes, he’s spotted around Liberio with a flame-haired boy riding his shoulders, you trailing behind hiding a smile behind some ice-cream.

Different nations, foods, cultures surround you now—citizens of countries coming to settle down roots, spread cuisine to Marley. The idea before, of humans so different than you but still similar at the root of it all, existing, still blows your mind. The technologies that you had never seen before, languages you’d never heard, sights you’d never seen, had all swarmed you as you stepped into a new world with him.

But there is always one thing you’ll come back to.

Leaning against the railing in the port city Reiner told you was the harbour he had left twelve years ago, and returned to seven years ago, you watch the clouds travel in slow drags across the pale blue canvas hung high above your head. The water spans for as far as you can see, glimmering under the sun and gorgeous enough to take your breath away. You pull at your coat across your chest absently, ignoring the tender growl of your stomach. 

Breathing in the salty wind, you feel your chest expand at the litle fishing boats a little ways out.

Reiner was right. You don’t get sick of the sea. You never will—not of this much water. You still remember the first time you had swam in it, the salt-water making your hair crisp, the cold sweat forming on your your sun-warmed skin.

You feel a hand on your shoulder. Looking up, you spot blonde hair and warm eyes and smile. Your heart flutters a bit. You shift on your feet.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” Reiner leans down beside you, and you clasp your hands, letting the sea wind curl against your neck. Reaching to slip his hand in between yours, he sighs and you lean against his shoulder, glancing at their pile of interlaced fingers. “Are you okay?”

“Of course,” you whisper, although even still, you can feel a numbing at your fingertips. You remember what it was like to be a Titan, even now. The sensations haunt you—flashes of your own mutated body, the grotesque meat of your hands sinking into the ankles of the man beside you, the bloodcurdling roar spilling out of your throat.

Glancing at their fingers, you watch the flashes of silver of the rings play in the sunlight, your band now having a matching counterpart on his own hand. You grasp his hands tightly, bringing them up to your lips and his own grip tightens when you dust a kiss gently along his scarred knuckles.

“No,” you finally say at length. “I’m not okay. Going back to Paradis makes me nervous as hell, but we’ll manage.” He nods slowly, and you let go of his hands to wrap your arms around his neck. His own encircle your waist, pulling you flush against him and your eyes close at the familiar warmth—a warmth you’ve woken up next to most days for the past three years. 

“Have you eaten yet?” he murmurs, and your fingers play with the soft edges teasing at your pads as his nose presses against your cheek. Your eyes flutter at the soft heat emanating from his skin, and you shake your head, melting against him. With one arm still around you, he slants his body away from just enough to pull a bag out of his pocket and it crinkles as he hands it to you. Taking it, you frown and look inside.

A cream bun. You can’t help the crumbling in your expression and Reiner holds your face in his hands carefully, kissing the corner of your mouth.

“Let’s stay positive,” he whispers. “We don’t know the situation until we get there and Historia briefs us.”

“I know,” you whisper and his entire expression eases at your words. His eyes gaze at you as if you’re the sole centre of his universe, and he cups your jaw more insistently, pulling you in for a gentle kiss, one you ease into, your eyes fluttering shut as his tongue traces the seam of your mouth. Laughing, you feel his little nose scrunch and your heart bounds up into your throat as he pulls back only to kiss you again, softer this time.

“Get a room!” A sharp female voice ruins their moment and you pull back just enough to see a red-headed boy running towards them and Reiner crouches down just in time to scoop Xavier up.

“When are you getting married?” he demands. “I was promised cake when you guys got married.”

“I dunno. When you move out of the house I guess,” you tease and Xavier pouts, rubbing at the side of his nose with the heel of his palm.

“Besides, you got cake for your seventh birthday, buddy,” Reiner groans as the boy twists in his arms. “You’re getting heavy. What are you feeding him?” he adds, smiling roguishly at you and you roll your eyes as Alina and Anya approach, sun hats protecting them from the glaring sun. Alina, grocery bags in hand, waves. Anya, who’d been the one to shout, tucks her coin purse back into her bag before flashing you a great big smile.

Only fifteen and seventeen. You can barely recall what it’s like being that young anymore, but you’re grateful they didn’t spend it the way you did. They get to know beauty, and no limits at all. The former comes naturally, the latter is partially because Reiner spoils them rotten.

Alina picks a flower with velvety purple petals from a bouquet she cradles in her arm, extending it to you.

“For good luck,” she says. “And protection.” Your heart melts at her words and you pause for a moment, looking from the gorgeous bloom to Reiner, occupied with the boy in his arms making silly faces at him. Then, without another moment, you sneak the flower behind his ear and he reaches up immediately to hold it against his head, turning to you in surprise. 

“To protect the both of us,” you explain.

“Thank you. I’ll be extra careful now.” He looks at the girls, setting his free hand on Alina’s head heavily and she flushes, smiling grandly. “You three behave while we’re gone, alright?”

You nod. “Listen to Levi.” 

“And listen to your sister,” Reiner adds to Alina and Xavier. The former rolls her eyes, the latter sticks out his tongue. “I’ll miss you.”

This is their home—their family that tumbles together into a huge hug, and you can’t help but stand back, watching how they all seem to merge into one unit, unaware of where one part of their reach ends and another begins.

As Reiner pulls you into the hug, your heart soars through your body, effortlessly pounding in your throat and in your fingers and everywhere at once. Liquid heat pools everywhere as Xavier screws up his face when you kiss his cheek, the same way Reiner does after he’s eaten something sour.

And maybe it’s a bit different, or a bit broken, the shards of their bloody history still poking at their heels whenever they think you’ve forgotten them, and it’s most definitely not perfect, but you would rather have it like this then anything else.

“Hey, guys!” Breaking apart, the family look over to see Armin, Annie, and Pieck walking over. Gabi and Falco meander a little bit behind, pushing Levi in his wheelchair, and Jean and Connie are running not far behind them, shouting at one another. You stifle a laugh and Xavier shimmies out of Reiner’s hold to run towards them. The girls follow after him, trying to hold back their runs but the closer they get, you can tell the more frantic they are to say goodbye.

So this is what they’ve made a peace. Something, you hope, is good.

Annie bypasses them quickly, making her way over to you and you survey her face as Reiner squeezes your shoulder, walking over to their friends. Her blue eyes are fixed on your face, and you feel your lips curving into a smile as she shoves her hands in her pockets. Her hair is swaying in the wind, gleaming flaxen, and you remind yourself, not for the first time, that Armin and Annie’s kids, if they ever decide they want them, will be gorgeous.

Hope for the future, and all that.

She stops in front of you, tucking a strand behind her ear.

“So,” she says at length, “we’re going back to Paradis. I’m surprised you decided to come with us. You don’t owe any of us anything.”

“I know. But… you’re my best friend. You do the talking, I fly the getaway plane, right?”

“Yeah. There used to be a time when it probably would’ve been the opposite.”

You nod, and they stand in silence for a moment, watching each other. Two women who should not have been friends, but were against all odds. You don’t think you would be here today if it weren’t for Annie.

Your heart lurches and you take a step forward just as she does, her mouth open to say something. You throw your arms around her and she lets out a noise in surprise as you close your eyes. Arms coming underneath yours, her hands dig into your shoulders and you smile against soft hair as she sighs, easing into your hug.

“Finally working together on an actual assignment,” you mumble and her head tilts as her small frame shifts, a hand patting you on the back as a sign for you to back up. “Just like we always said we would.” 

Bluntly: “Just don’t do anything stupid.”

“You, too.” Pulling back, the two look at one another for another soft moment before you remember the bag in your hand and you shift the bun up in the bag, extending it towards her. “Want some?” Her eyebrows rise in faint delight, before she’s reaching over, pinching and tearing a piece off. 

You grin and do the same and you gesture for her to come stand by the rails with you, stuffing the bag into your coat pocket. Leaning against the warm metal again, you hear a seagull call. The plane you’ll be flying to Paradis floats on the water, the technicians giving it the final check before you take off.

If anything goes wrong while you help prepare and oversee accommodations for the rest of the ambassador group, you’ll remember to fire the black signal flare, but you trust Historia. You trust your friends.

You glance over at them, all laughing, and you notice that the flower has gone from Reiner to Pieck, who’s taking it out of her dark hair to tuck it into Jean’s, and his cheeks redden as he brushes it more securely behind his ear.

Annie catches your attention again, pointing out idly that they’ll have to separate soon when they finish with the plane, and you tell her to just wait a couple minutes more as Reiner catches your gaze. Setting Xav, who has somehow wormed his way back into his arms, down, he walks back over to you, and his hand trails purposefully over your back before resting at the nape of your neck, a reassuring weight on your body.

“You guys okay?”

“We’re fine,” Annie replies. “You have a clingy boyfriend,” she tells you. 

“I think it’s charming.”

She rolls her eyes. Reiner smiles, and you pat the railing beside you—silent invitation. He leans in on your other side, clasping his hands and watching the fishermen pull themselves to shore, singing a tune to each other—one familiar to all three of them and one that you wish you could get out of your head. 

“Soon may the Wellerman come…”

A faint breeze tickling at your fingertips as a sharp call for embarkment splits the harbour, you simply sigh and look over at Reiner. “I just want these last few moments to last.” His eyes meet yours, and he leans forward to press a kiss between your eyes. Annie lets out a soft noise of disgust and you bump your hip against her as Reiner pulls back.

Closing your eyes and lifting your head to the wind, you can almost imagine the one person missing standing on the other side of Annie, dark hair like spun, stained bronze and eyes like warm chocolate. He’d smile and tell them not to worry in that sincere way of his that makes you believe every word he says—as long as they were careful, they wouldn’t walk into any traps.

Your chest aches, and your lips tug into a heart-wrenching smile as you begin to sing along. Reiner slips a hand in between yours, pressing his temple against your head and you loop your other arm through Annie’s.

She rests her head on your shoulder, listening to your voice, eyes on the sailors bringing in their haul below them. Reiner hums the shanty softly, distractedly, eyes cast across the sea.

You tilt your head up to the sky, at the stars you cannot see but will join one day, and smile.

[thirdhandidiot]

HELLO LGBTs

DONT YOU THINK ITS TIME FOR A REVOLUTION?

NONE OF THE OBEY ME CHARACTERS ARE CIS BECAUSE I SAID SO, ITS TIME WE START PROJECTING ONTO THEM

•i want to see non binary Satan who couldn’t understand why talking to people was making them angry and started lashing out for seemingly no reason, having to go to Lucifer in a fit of angry tears, desperate for help because it hurts so much, why does it hurt?

•I want to see Beel, who passed so easily, worried his twin would grow to despise him because he never had the same ease transitioning socially, getting called the girly one of the two, always being smaller, weaker next to Beel, and Beel hates it so much, he feels guilty

•I want to see Miku Binder Levi projecting onto fictional characters to avoid thinking about his own problems, wearing baggy clothes and locking himself away, jealous of the other brothers, scared of rejection

•I want gender fluid Asmo, proud of their ability to seemlessly shift between presentations, calling mammon in tears, begging him to come pick her up from this guys house because he’s yelling slurs at asmo, who is sobbing please don’t call me that and they won’t stop

•I want to see the great mammon, who is so confident one day, but the next can’t stand the sight of his body, especially when he shifts and you can see his scars, barley hidden by his jacket, who always feels like his screams are just a little bit too high pitched

•Lucifer, so proud, hurt by memories of before, presenting hyper masc at times, afraid to show any emotions because even though he knows it’s not true, he can’t help but think people will see his as more feminine, and he can’t do that, not again

•I want Belphie, who pretends it doesn’t bother them. ‘Why should I care what some lesser demon thinks of me?’ but is kept awake at night, when everyone else is asleep, no one to help as they spiral in insecurities, their voice echoing in their head, the cruel words twisting, stabbing–

•Lord diavolo, whose parents had been so relieved because ‘that means you can be king– we were so disappointed when you were born female’ and it never sat right with him, even though he’d been lucky enough to transition young

•Maybe even Luke, who only Simeon knows is trans, getting upset when he’s called chihuahua because my voice isn’t that high, is it? But determined to stay closeted and so never being able to tell them why they should stop, and he’s not that small, he’s an average height for boys his age he’s checked, so many times

–But I also want to see sleepovers between the brothers (they agreed it was simpler to keep calling themselves that and that it was better than letting Mammon or Levi pick a new name) where they, just for one night, put aside the bickering and tormenting eachother just to make sure the others are ok, because they all know that they’re struggling in their own ways, and for one night they all sleep in the living room, eating food, watching comfort movies and following whatever self care routine it is that asmo is on currently, everyone gets a face mask, no you can’t opt out lucifer, you’re working too hard again, you’ll get wrinkles and that just won’t do, let us take care of you– and Levi! When was the last time you washed your hair?! That won’t do, come with me, let me do it for you I have these amazing bath salts I just know you’ll love

–I want Diavolo, helping them all transition as quickly and as secretively as possible after he finds out. He wants to be there for them, ever since that night lucifer came out to him, sobbing, pride forgotten because he doesn’t want to be that person anymore. He can’t, he spent too long living that lie for his father, he just wants to be free. Simeon telling him he’s changed and being so proud of him, you look so much more relaxed. Diavolo being so happy to know that lucifer is happier because he struggles to talk about it because Lucifer still believes he‘s wrong or broken in someway, pride too much to overcome, but when it’s just him and diavolo, sometimes he can talk about it, lift a weight off his chest

–I want to see them big eachother up in the way that only siblings can, oi that jacket looks good on ya, can I steal it? I’m gonna get junk food because I deserve it, what do you want? I want them to support eachother on bad days, just silently making them tea when they’ve started into space just a little too long, ruffling their hair on the way out. I want a deal between them to let the others know if something is showing in public, whilst in the house being comfortable enough and trusting eachother enough not to judge because really, they’re all in the same boat here

I can’t be the only one here guys. C’mon. Let make this happen. Tag me. ANYTHING YOU POST I want to see it, I want to see your vent art, I want to hurt with you as you project your troubles, just so that your not alone. @7fckingidiots made a Post Abt the Brothers amd it was my final snapping point, Ive got so many little sketches of Satan, they’ve become my muse for any practice drawings, amd I wanted to say something before but yea, check out their post guys I’ll try Link it. But I mean it, tag me, I want to reblog everything you do, make our own supportive family

[elareine]

Reverse robins idea. Jason doesnt become a Robin. The bats dont even find him before the cat herself. Selena is still on and off with Bruce at this point. Damian as noticed the little kitten running around and decides the kitten need a more responsible adult than his father and the cat. Cue thugs being terrified of the shadow that follows the little kitten around.

Thank you for this adorable prompt <3 Sorry it took me so long to finish. 

“Uh. Dami? What’re you doing?”

Those were—a lot of throwing knives. Like, actual knives, not Bat-themed at all.

Damian didn’t look up. “Sharpening my weapons.”

They looked plenty sharp to Dick, but Damian was a fussy old maid like his father. Their father. He was still getting used to that one.

“You’re supposed to be in Metropolis,” Dick pointed out.

Damian scowled. Dick didn’t take it personally. He liked his oldest brother. Dami glared a lot and yelled at Bruce when he was mean, and he never told Dick that he should stop seeking revenge for what happened to his parents. “Change of plans.”

“Can I come?”

“You’re heading out with Father tonight,” Damian pointed out. “And anyway, no.”

“What’re you doing? Is it a date?” Full disclosure: Dick wasn’t entirely sure what a ‘date’ was. He just knew that everyone blushed when he asked the question and that Bruce, according to Alfred, never got any.

Damian, however, just shook his head. “No. It’s a mission.”

Dick tilted his head to the side. “I don’t believe you.”

“That does not matter. It is the truth either way.”

Bullshit. Damian was sharpening his weapons, okay, but there was no mission for him in Gotham tonight. Bruce had told Dick so when he mentioned that all that would be happening tonight was a Catwoman heist, so he would pick Dick up after.  

(Dick had a sneaking suspicion that for Bruce, ‘heist’ and ‘date’ meant the same thing.)

Nooo, Damian was up to something. Something important—or embarrassing—enough that he would lie to his cute little brother about it.

Just wait until he told Babs about this! She was always going on about “Steph did this” and “Cass did that,” and now, finally, Dick had a juicy mystery to distract her. Hehe. This was going to be fun.

—

Selina would never understand Bats. If you’d asked her twenty years ago if she could see Bruce adopting a gaggle of orphans, she’d have laughed but agreed—if the kids were all alone in the world or in a situation that reminded Bruce of his own.

Like, the first kid—okay. That was his son. From the daughter of an immortal cult leader, Selina later found. Weird enough. Then the second just showed up because… the city needed him? And he was right? And then another assassin kid, this time a daughter.  

Really, only Dick fitted the pattern she’s envisioned for Bruce. Which was ironic, because, by that time, she’d taken in her own boy (the first after two Catgirls), who fit the pattern much better.

Of course, their child-rearing methods showed some marked differences. Selina thought it was for the better, really. Jay needed to be trusted, given responsibility, to determine his own fate. She let him run his own missions, treated him as an almost-equal when they went out together, didn’t comment on how he sometimes didn’t seem focused on the target so much as on the corrupt people owning it. Jay was thriving.

When his shadow showed up, Selina had expected him to be angry, the way he was whenever B mentioned a concept like ‘bedtime’ or Selina tried to protect him. But he’d lit up like there was nothing more comforting than a six-foot-four shadow following you around, glaring at criminals and innocents alike.

Selina, in her heart of hearts, did not like Damian. She didn’t fault him for his flaws, but it was hard to like someone who called you a harlot under his breath a million times.

Jay, though, adored him. Like, hung-onto-his-few-words, begged-to-buy-a-sword adored him. They even went out on patrol together sometimes. So Selina… let them. Taught Jay more restraining holds and knock-out moves than she had the others because he was a gifted thief already, but that was clearly not all that would be on his path.

And, hey. Usually, she and Bruce had to put their… thing on hold when they were responsible for pre-teens. If these ones took care of themselves, she wasn’t going to complain.

—

“Dames,” Jon greeted him cheerfully, “what’re you up to? Gonna join me tonight?”

“I can’t.”

At twenty-seven, Jon was way too old to pout. He still did. “Aww, why not? Important mission?”

“Not precisely.” There was shuffling on the other end of the line. “I… Catwoman is planning a two-person heist tonight. Batman has intentions of preventing it.”

Jon instantly forgave him. He looooved seeing this side of his partner. Damian rarely let himself be openly soft about anyone but his family, pets, and team, and even that was kept incredibly guarded.

(He often considered that Damian would have benefited from being a younger sibling. Being the first to come live with Bruce had been a steep learning curve for the man. Too steep.)

Didn’t mean Jon wouldn’t tease Damian about it. “So two adults are not supervision enough for the kid?”

“You know it isn’t,” Damian growled. “Father and that woman might do a passable job separately, but not together.”  

“What, are they fucking again?”

“Jon!”

Jon laughed. “C’mon, you caught them often enough to know it’s happening.”

“I’m not listening.” Damian immediately proved himself a liar by adding: “This is a dangerous area. They should know better.”

“Good thing you’re there, then.”

“I am sorry, though.” Damian’s voice softened. Jon once again marveled at how far he’d come. The teenager he’d befriended back then would never have such a thing. “Rain check?”

“I could join you, instead,” he offered, just to hear Damian sputter: “What—no! Your colors are visible a mile away!”

“Awww, don’t be like that!”

He decided then and there to keep an ear out for the kid when Damian wasn’t there. Just in case Jason wanted to sneak away to find his birth mother in a foreign country or some other stupid dramatic Gotham shit.

After hearing what had happened to Damian years ago, Jon had already made it his mission to protect the Robins, whether they wanted it or not. There wouldn’t be any more dead ones on his watch. It wouldn’t hurt to add a kitten to the list.

—

Jason had it handled. Really, he had. One of the goons had just taken a bit longer to go down, that was all. The knife had been totally unnecessary.

It took him another three minutes to do anything about that—two of the security guards were still standing, and they were pissed. Jason pushed one down the hallway, choked the other, and then clocked the first so hard he went down.

Then he turned around and searched for the darkest shadow. “I had that.”

Nothing moved.

“…it was a pretty good throw.” Maybe Jason should rethink his stance on throwing sharp shit at people, after all. He still maintained that a gun would be cleaner and more straightforward. Maybe Selina (and Damian) were right though about the value of silence. Their fight hadn’t alerted anyone.

At that, the thrower finally emerged from the shadows, cape dramatically outlining his figure. Jason rolled his eyes. What was it with Bats and dramatic costumes? Selina had made him swear that no matter how much he hung out with them, he wouldn’t ever wear one of the stupid things, and that was one promise that had been very easy to give.

“I have an observational task at the Bowery in two hours and could benefit from a second pair of eyes,” Damian said stiffly. “And your knowledge of the area, of course.”

Oh, awesome. Jason loved working in his old neighborhood. Made him feel useful, like he was doing something. “Can it wait an hour? Only, I’m kinda busy here, in case you didn’t notice.”

“Of course.” Was that a smile under the mask? “I will be waiting.”

Jason gave him a thumbs-up, though he made sure to call: “Don’t barge in again!” while running off. Selina would be waiting.

Jason had had a mother. Still had, really, death didn’t change that. Selina had told him she didn’t want to replace her, which was good cause she couldn’t. As for fathers—Nah. Jason had had enough of those for a lifetime; thank you, Bruce, you can fuck off.

But a big brother? That was new.

He liked it.

[alreadyblondenow]

9:28 pm Halloween night with Mark Lee (M)

Halloween night is the only night people of all ages get wild and be whoever they want to be. As for this year’s Halloween you went for an innocent angel and you wonder what your boyfriend Mark’s costume is. The night is still young and the parties across town are just starting. When you arrived at the party you saw your friends dancing and hurriedly grabbed you to come dance with them.

“Hey y/n, you’re far from being an innocent angel. But you fucking look good!” Yeji screams under the loud music while dancing with you. You didn’t know the angel costume would really look good on you, you just thought it’s the easiest costume so you went for it. “Have you seen Mark?” you asked Yeji as loud as you can, she shook her head. But little did you know he’s watching you now from a far, sipping his cold bear admiring you move around Jaehyun’s living room with those angel wings that suits you perfectly.

Already sweating and thirsty, you get yourself a drink when you felt Mark’s hands around your waist. You knew it was him, no one would dare hold and touch you like that. Only Mark can. “You always look beautiful but tonight you look heaven-sent” who wouldn’t blush if your boyfriend compliments you like that. You turn around and see you your boyfriend wearing a full body Spiderman costume, looking fine as hell.

You crashed your lips on Marks, smudging your lipstick a little bit and transferring some color on his lips. “Now, I look nothing like an innocent angel. I look like Spiderman just kissed me” he laughed at what you said and kissed you properly this time.

“Let’s go home and have sex with me all night” Mark’s arms caged your whole frame, you can smell his perfume. This time its you who laughed at what he said, “It’s Halloween, we can have sex any day” you said as you gulped your beer in one down.

“But that’s the point, it’s the only night I can fuck you with those angel wings” he points at your wings and caressed the soft feathers.

“Good point” you gave him a peck on the lips again, “Two hours tops, I’ll spend some time with the girls. I love you! Don’t get drunk” and you pull away from his embrace, letting go of his hand once Yeji grab a hold on you again. He hates seeing you let go of his hand and watch your wonderful presence drift away with the crowd. Mark spend his time with the guys drinking and getting Johnny drunk while you’re busy dancing while downing every alcohol Yeji gave you. Halloween is indeed the best time of the year.

11:24 pm sex on Halloween night with Mark Lee (M)

While walking to his house, Mark was telling you how the boys made fun of Johnny during drinking games and he just pass out on the sink. Laughing while walking on the quiet streets, kicking scattered Halloween decorations. By the time Mark closed the door, his hands are gently cupping your face and kissing you softly showing how much he loves you. “Were alone” he whispers after kissing you. His parents are out for a Halloween party down town and will be back probably in the morning, his brother is out staying over with friends which means, “We can have rough sex, vanilla sex, anything you want. Halloween is our new Valentines” he kissed you again and slowly walking you towards his room.

Lips never leave each other, he removes his hot Spiderman costume leaving him with only his black boxers brief. Pushing him to his messy bed before his hand goes to your dress, “Wow. I wouldn’t get the honor of removing that beautiful dress?” Mark pretends to be disappointed. “No. But you get to watch me undress” you slowly unzip in front of him, removing your clothes one by one. Mark’s heart beats fast seeing you like this.

Naked and only wearing your angel wings that he so love, you crawl from the edge of the bed kissing Mark’s thighs and removing his underwear throwing it on the floor. ”So this means I’m going to be on top? For sure you dont want to crush my wings” your legs are already on each side of his body before he could even nod. Grinding on his hard cock making your pussy wet even more, Mark moans deliciously and you smile at him.

He grabbed his cock and lined it to your cunt as you slowly put it inside, making sure its fully in. He groans a little too loud before he slaps your ass and grip it, “Oh - where did you learn that?” He puts his thumb in your mouth and you gladly suck it, “You make me horny, thats all” he removed his thumb in your mouth and puts it on your clit, making you grind a little bit faster on his cock.

“Those angel wings on you makes me crazy” he pulls you closer to his chest, arms wrapped around your torso. He licks your nipples softly giving you tingles that goes directly to your pussy. Mark’s hands are on your boobs as you start bouncing up and down on his cock. “You don’t look innocent now but you still looked like an angel, fuck me - ” he slaps your ass again and pinched your nipples. “Oh Mark, please take over” you begged as your legs get tired after bouncing on his cock for some time. “Gladly” He pulls you close again, kissing your lips and thrusting upwards taking full control.

He brought you on edge slowly pushing you to cum, “Mark Im gonna cum” his thrusts became faster when he heard you so you could enjoy your high. Eyes roll back, mouth parted and your body shivers on top of Mark’s. Your orgasm was different in a good way tonight.

“Was that good?” Still catching your breath, you nod to answer his question. He helps you calm down and waits for your body to stop shivering.

Arms around yours, playing with your hair, he reached for your lips to kiss you oh so sweetly and make you feel so loved. “Will you let Spiderman fuck you now?” You were surprised as he got out of bed and grabbed his mask. Putting it on, leaving his nose and mouth uncovered.

You forced yourself to get up and make the iconic Spiderman kiss, “Yes please” he giggle at what you did. Giving him one last peck before your’re on your stomach, legs spread wide and ass in the air. Mark’s favorite sex position. “Oh angel, I don’t need to tell you what to do, huh. Good girl”

Mark is using the tip of his cock to tease your entrance before going in slowly. Rocking his hips back and forth as he lets you moan beneath him. “Feels good angel?” you try to answer him but nothing comes out. Fucking you sharply with heavy breaths, you arch your back so hard to try and ease the tingling sensation on your pussy but it only made Mark fuck you even harder. “Just like that baby. Fuck I love this view” thats why its his favorite position.

He puts his thumb on your cunt making you cum again for the second time. Moaning loudly as Mark grabbed your ass and fucked you faster. The sound of skin slapping around the room is making you both horny. You begged Mark to stop but he knew you didn’t mean it because you said, ‘faster’ afterwards and moaned.

When he came inside you, he gave you last three sharp thrusts before going slow again and finally stopping. Cum drips from your cunt, his cock still inside of you as he he leaned forward to kiss your lips asking if you’re alright, you smile beautifully.

“I love you” he kissed you on the lips again removing strands of hair covering your face.

“I love you too” you kissed him back, removing his mask and throwing it away.

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[sou-ver-2-0]

to this day it amazes me that the Collarbone Sprites exist. they have like. 3 lines total. and YET nankidai just. made two whole-ass sprites like this. well sure they have just different facial expressions so its more like 1.1 sprites of work but. GOD THEY EXIST. it probably would have easier to make a nonpanicked version of that "open arms" sprite series but we got this instead. im not complaining just. god the work for something that appears for 3 lines?

tbh i would have a great giggle if the COLLARBONE SPRITES came back AND WERE IMPORTANT. can you imagine. there's a serious discussion and suddenly BAM collarbones. i'd die on spot. theres not a single instance where id survive that hit, for real. i dont know what i want more, for those sprites to be a one-off fanservice moment (the hilarity of making two sprites for 3 lines of text) or for them to come back in an important moment (the hilarity of such dumb sprites being crucial). for real.

A Serious Analysis of the Collarbone Sprites (& other Shin sprites)

Absolutely delighted that you asked me about this, Anon. Very important topic for Shin fans. Ah yes, those sexy collarbone sprites. I know that you just wanted to share a good laugh with me, but…I think these sprites are important to the plot! I think it is important he’s wearing that handsome smirk! And I’m not at all surprised that Nankidai drew a unique pose for this important scene!

I touched on this topic before; those sprites are super important because it’s the first time we get a full look at Shin’s key necklace!

I really believe that the necklace is what Shin used to unlock his collar. That’s what the imagery strongly suggests. We first see the key necklace when Keiji asks Shin if he even has a collar, and Shin reveals that he does, but he shows that key necklace at the same time… The irony that Shin could still unlock the collar is delicious.

But you didn’t ask about the key necklace; you’re here to talk about the sex appeal! So let’s talk about that. Or, more specifically, let’s talk about the symbolism behind Shin hiding and showing his neck to us, since that scarf functions as the mask for his “Sou” persona.

The fact that Shin covers himself up in winter clothes ties in nicely with the fact that he is someone who wants to cover up his “true self.” This is especially true of his scarf, which belonged to Original Sou. It’s no coincidence that Shin’s most frightening sprites are when his scarf covers up half his face, leaving us only a glimpse of his wicked eyes.

In contrast, my favorite sprites are the “arms open” sprites you mentioned.

Nankidai uses the “arms open” sprites for Shin beginning in 2-2, post-collar reveal. He uses these sprites to show Shin being more emotionally vulnerable. Shin wears his “arms open” when he is at his most desperate, when he is feeling protective of Kanna, and when he is begging Miss Sara for her help. His fear and anger and heartbreak are on full display for the world to see, along with the glimpse of his neck behind the scarf. To me, these sprites feel like Shin being Shin. He’s being himself and not hiding anything. That’s why I love them so much.

But back to the collarbone sprites. Besides showing off his collar and necklace, I think it’s important that Shin looks confident for this reveal, because he’s coming from a place of strength! Shin is used to coming from a place of weakness. But in this scene, when Shin shows off his collarbone, he just accomplished three things that make him feel strong:

He successfully won the laptop for himself.

He made Keiji look like a fool in front of Miss Sara.

He just delivered Kugie’s smartphone to Kanna with the changed message! In Shin’s mind, he just thwarted Miss Sara’s Evil Plans to break Kanna’s heart, and instead gave his girl a reason to live. He must feel pretty good about that!

Because Shin feels so strong in this moment, he’s confident enough to show off some skin, even though it’s a “vulnerable” look for him. Because he’s that self-assured that Miss Sara and Keiji can’t hurt him right now. He can flaunt a little sexy pose for his enemies, as a treat.

I don’t expect to see the collarbone sprites again, since they feel so specific for this reveal. However, I suppose if Shin wanted to teach us something about the collars or his key necklace, it would be a fun callback for Nankidai to make Shin pose like that again. And then…we all die on the spot together, haha.

I wanted to end this by saying that I love the irony that Shin doesn’t have…you know…a “hot bod.”

But you know what he does have? A fun personality!

(Villains are fun, okay?)

So he can flaunt off his neck and pull it off with such flair that he still feels sexy to everyone.

Love that for my man.

[plush-rabbit]

Just curious which request do you have right now?

This is what I'm working on right now; if you don't see your request relax, these are a bit of the older ones

Hi Plush-sama! Whenever you find the time to do it, could I request a soft yandere Bakugou and female darling with a hummingbird quirk? Like, her arms are a mishmash of human and hummingbird wings and she’s got those pretty bluish-green and purple feathers that spread down over her back and shoulders, and Bakugou just adores making her wear lots of really revealing lingerie for him despite knowing how uncomfortable it makes her?

Hmmm... I'm just gonna request this. Chrono teaching Kai's sister a lesson because she's bratty and doesn't listen to him- make it smutty if you want. Love your blog btw! (˘³˘)♥

Can you do a scenario on how Seiji, Tamaki, Monoma and Inasa would react if their S/O got beat up?

Hey! I dunno if you're still taking requests for all might, but if you are and you have space, could i request a pre-injury all might x f!reader fic? I was thinking the reader could be significantly younger than him, with like a bit of a corruption kink and a lot of guilt for Toshi. I thought that one shot you wrote for him was adorable! Take care, bunny :)

Ooooo all this Compress stuff has me yearning!! Can I request a little something for him that’s a soulmate AU - the one where when you touch your soulmate everything blossoms into color? And he’s being chased by the authorities and bumps into a bystander and sees color? He’s so shocked and frazzled he just marbles them and steals them away on the run? Then when they’re safe he’s romantic and also yandere? Pleeeaaase!!!

Can I request a fic where Jin’s s/o is sitting on his lap and it’s cute and cuddly, at least at first 😉 They roll up his mask just enough to kiss him and then start marking up his neck, telling him how they want to ride him as they roll their hips against his. They continue to tease, feel him up, and give him lots of dirty talk 🔥

Aphrodisiac Induced Angel and Sorcerer

Hc for the demon boys with a super affectionate Mc that just absolutely loves to play with their hair? And they're like "D-dont think I'm enjoying this!" But they're leaning into Mc's hand and Mc is teasing them about it? (LOL sorry if this makes no sense)

Pls let Solomon and Simeon use mc like a fleshlight 😳😩👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻✨ I want to see her covered in their mess and overstimmed and begging for them

Hi!hi! The aphrodisiac writing was absolutely *chefs kiss*. I have this habit of when I get embarrassed/flustered I immediately bury my face into the surface in front of me. Like if I’m sitting on the floor I’ll lean over and bury my face on the carpet, sitting at a table I’ll lean over and plant my face on the surface etc. How do you think the brothers (+diavolo if that’s okay) would react to seeing MC do that for the first time when they make them flustered? You’re so talented by the way! Ily!

Hello! I’m new to this whole asks thing but I was wondering how the demon brothers would react with and MC who has a lot of tattoos?? Also I love your blog you’re literally my favorite writer :)).

Hc for Mammon with a s/o that is usually very laid back and calm,, but whenever one of Mammons brother's mock him, reader gets super defensive of him, they're somewhat of a guard dog for him? And reader goes out of their way to compliment and be affectionate towards him in his brothers presence? (Also could you do Male reader? Thank you, i love your writing!!)

I gotta admit that I’m a sucker for the headcanon that Tomura is a perverted little nerd so here I am requesting some! He’s just been so touch starved that once he has an s/o he has a hard time not stealing glances when they’re changing, awkwardly asking them to wear certain clothes (like those stereotypical striped anime undies), and getting turned on from the simplest touches. His s/o happily obliges but does their best to rile him up 🔥

I'm not quite sure if requests are open, but if they are, may I please request some nsfw noncon with Lucifer or Satan from obey me with a fem! MC? They're demons, and they love quite differently from humans. One could say their love is overly suffocating and affectionate...

im obsessed with your aphro induced brothers !!! can i request the same scenario with the leave of villains + overhaul and chrono?

Hello love! I really love the way you write for Leon (it’s literally perfect!). Could I please request Leon asking his S/O to help him cut off some of his hair (no all of it because it’s too pretty haha) so he can donate it for charity? I feel like he’s def do this because he’s such a sweet boy and his hair is hella pretty he could make bank selling it if he wanted to.

Overhaul Omo Fic

[thequeenb]

Cat fight

A request from anon

Pairings Poppy x MC

Warning: Smut

Zoe oh Zoe. When will you stop getting me in trouble? I now have Poppy pinned against her room but lets go back to where it all started.

"I can't believe her i swear" i roll my eyes as i apply my new strawberry flavour lip gloss

Zoe is beside me putting her mascara on shrugging her shoulders "I don't know love, Poppy is very capable"

Its been two days since Poppy tried to turn half of the school against me and unfortunately she succeeded. I have been trying so hard to fit in, to win a stupid crown that doesn't even matter and finally i suffer the consequences.

I sigh and Zoe scans me upside down looking thoughtful

"Should i be scared? You look skeptical"

Zoe lets out a gentle laugh and i can sense her enthusiasm already "Girl i am done with this power play go confront her"

My eyes widen as i gasp "Are you crazy? Thats actual suicide"

Zoe laughs again and i roll my eyes even harder "She likes you ugh isn't it obvious?"

I now laugh too at the thought of Poppy Min- Sinclair liking who? Me. I have to laugh

"It's official you lost your mind Zo"

"Oh coooome on! You are all she is focusing on. I am not saying what she is doing is right, buuuut have you seen the way she looks at you?"

Have i? All i have seen is her cruel way of pushing me out of the way, or the way she is commenting about my hometown. But is this all a mask? What can be hidden behind this ice cold heart? Ugh who am i kidding she is just a bitch.

"You have nothing to lose, plus if she really likes you, i think you got your crown your majesty" Zoe gives me a playful push and i giggle plotting my suicidal plan.

"If I don't get back in one hour call the police" i manage to say before exiting the room

"Get the girl Bea!!"

___

I walk in the girls dorm trying to find Poppy's room. Benji wont be helpful since we are talking about Miss Queen B. I finally got at the end of the hall where two giant pink doors can be seen. Of course this is her room, who else would be such a show off?

Should i knock? What should i even say? All these months we both act like siblings fighting for the last piece of chocolate. Ugh i am leaving there is n o way i am begging Miss bitc--

"My my what are you doing here? I expected Veronica not your cheap looking--"

"Hello to you too" i say pushing her aside as i walk in and wow, is this a chandelier? I take a quick look around admiring her chic and expensive taste. She is indeed super rich as everybody said but that doesn't makes me less surprised.

"You have ten seconds to get out. I dont want your poor hands to touch anything in this room!" I can see her frustration in her expression but i am not backing down now

"We need to talk Poppy" i cross my arms watching her intently

She tucks a lock of hair behind her ear. Did i just make her nervous? Score!

"We have nothing to talk about Newbee so why don't you go back to your trashcan or whatever you sleep in and leave me alone?" Her posture is radiating so much power and control, but she is like a ticking bomb ready to explode

I walk towards the door smirking but then i stop inches away from her "Why are you so obsessed with me?" I breathe out giving her a wink

Poppy remains perfectly still but from this close i can see how her breathing started to increase. "You take one more step and i will eat you up and spit you out"

"Was that a threat or a promise?" I smile at her and i can now see her perfect features. In the classroom, in the hallways, at the parties she is always wearing makeup and perfect clothes but now she is vulnerable and i think she knows it.

Her hair falls perfectly on her shoulders, a little bit messy but adorable. Her face isn't covered with colours and mascara, instead i can see her shinny smooth skin and her beautiful eyes shine.

No mask, no makeup, no fancy expensive clothes just her. She is so..human.

"What the hell are you looking at Hughes? I said leave--"

But I don't let her finish, instead i close the door behind us and i pin her against it. Poppy makes a surprised noise pushing me away

Her eyes widen as she gasps, i think she will just scream and i will be in big trouble but time seems to stop when she places her hands on my blouse. For a second i feel like she will push me more away but instead she grips at it and pulls me towards her. Our lips crush together as our tongues fight for dominance

I place my hands down her waist and i gain a low moan from her making me smirk. I pepper kiss her jaw and neck as i finally nip at the sensitive spot underneath her ear. Her breath is sucked out and i enjoy the feeling of being in such control.

"I didn't knew that you wanted me so badly" i whisper into her ear as i bite it gently

"Shut up and kiss me" she manages to breathe out and i do as i am told. I feel like my brain will break. I keep thinking and thinking of our stupid fights and insults. Our encounters were always meant to harm eachother but now..now i get a glimpse of what is underneath this ice cold exterior

She tucks my shirt off admiring every inch of skin that she reveals but i am quick to pin her hands above her head "Not so fast"

I kiss her neck, sucking and biting the spot where i can feel her pulse. Poppy lets out a loud moan as i remove her shirt throwing it aside

"You made my life a living hell" i say breathlessly as i untuck her bra. I lower my head nipping playfully at her breasts. I can tell how much she wanted this by the way her hand hold my head firmly against her not wanting me to stop. But i stop

I capture her lips once more. She is open to every kiss, to every touch. She is like a bonfire ready to spread and burn anything on its way.

"You made me feel ashamed to even step out of my dorm room" i say taking her lip between my teeth. She dares to look into my eyes and i can see clearly her hunger, her desire

All this hatred was forbidden passion locked deep into the depths of her heart. All those insults were a defence mechanism. All this jealousy was mistaken. I can finally understand her, feel her

With one move i turn her body around so she can face the wall. She is wearing a mini skirt i was always turned on by. I never admitted it instead i called her an attention seeker but now, now i get to enjoy all of her

Poppy moans as i slap her backside enough to leave a faded handprint "Dont..stop" she manages to say under her breath

I chuckle pressing my body against her. I want her to feel each curve of my body and she does. I bite her ear whispering "Say it"

I now suck her neck harder smoothing it with my tongue "Tell me how much you want me"

My voice is hoarse and my heart is beating faster and faster. What the hell am I even doing?

"I want you" she whispers as i tease her. I have her completely at my mercy and its the hottest thing i have ever seen. I place my hand beneath her skirt knowing already how wet she is going to be.

I pick up a steady pace pressing myself more against her. Poppy is making incredible sounds i never could imagine. "Oh! Bea.."

My rhythm is increasing as i kiss her neck making sure i leave marks so she can remember me "Bea..i am going to--" she doesn't have time to answer as her body shudders at her violent release

We slowly catch our breath as she turns around to face me. Her cheeks are red, sweat running down her forehead, she is a masterpiece. I place my fingers into my lips sucking them gently. Poppy is looking at me like she is seeing stars

"Don't you dare tell anyone what just happened" her tone is serious and cold as before but regardless i smile

"Alright my Queen of Belvoire" i chuckle and i actually make her laugh, not ironically, not mockingly, a genuine laugh that is the best sound i ever heard.

"Get lost Bea" she says, a small smile playing at her lips

I gasp dramatically "You actually said my name"

"Ugh leave my room Hughes!"

I fix my hair and i do so. On my way to my room i think of how far we have come, and how ready i am to tear each wall Poppy has down. I grab my phone out of my pocket texting Zoe

"You wont believe what just happened Zo"

I smile proudly knowing well that i won.

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