#i am doing so well !! busy asf but in a good way :)

[stuckinapril]

hi ily btw <3 you remind me of orchids. checking in on you!!!

i remind you of THESE… my heart is about to burst

#you are so right orchids are so me #ily too!! forever and always #i am doing so well !! busy asf but in a good way :) #i hope ur semester’s been going good & that ur taking care of urself !! sending u all my love and also my firstborn child #also thank u for always popping in w asks that r so nice and kind. i appreciate it more than you’ll ever know #🧸 <- literally you #now i’m going to buy white orchids and remember u whenever i look at them #mutuals ♡ #ask #<3

[queenofallimagines]

Needy Embarrassing sex with Sae

A/N: Daydreaming about this mans dick what else is new🙄😒 imagining he’s in charge of helping the new manager get accustomed to the team and he can’t help but let his eyes wander

EDIT: MDNI but here’s an audio reference for y’all who not picking up what I’m putting down💕 twitter link 🥰

Sae:

- this one gave me butterflies Ngl

- Bc I can hear his voice

- Like I said he’s a lot more Tame than Rin so he does have an occasional soft spot

- ESPECIALLY for cute little things who can’t even remember the name of half the teammates they’re managing

- Since he’s the best of the best coach obviously tells him to whip you into shape

- “Try not to scare this one off”

- “Not my fault you signed off on someone who can’t even fill a water bottle”

- The coach is praying for you fr

- Surprised that you take the initiative to approach him first to ask him about things

- “I mean you ARE the star midfielder right? You probably have a good read on everyone and how they work so asking you would be my best bet.”

- Okay he loves a go getter

- Pleasantly surprised that you’re asking good questions

- “I’m trying to get as much info as possible so this becomes second nature.”

- Gives you a through rundown of the schedule and what time they take breaks

- Obviously he’s a diva so he’s the most demanding

- Giving you a tour around the facilities

- “That’s the locker room. Wouldn’t recommend walking by here between the hours of 4:45 and 6pm”

- “…..I’ll keep that in mind.”

- Finds showing you around not annoying

- Once you get to the dorms he’s listing off everyone’s sleeping habits

- “He won’t wake up before 8:30 am so if you can manage that congratulations”

- He’s been eyeing you this entire time but he can’t help it!

- He’s a hard worker so anyone putting in honest effort into anything especially when it pertains to him catches his eye

- Not his fault you look good taking notes and analyzing your surroundings

- Stands back when showing you the rooms so he can sneak a peek at your ass

- You feel him glaring holes into your back but it’s not for the reason you think

- He’s infamous for being kinda a spoiled brat but he produces amazing results so who’s gunna say something to him??

- Lmao not I said the cat

- You don’t even peep his heated gaze until you bump into him walking backwards

- Turning around quickly to apologize before he can catch an attitude his eyes are quite literally undressing you

- This man’s whole life is sports so ofc he’s gunna find a track suit sexy

- Will play it off like he’s not embarrassed for getting caught

- “Cat got your tongue? Don’t tell me you’re just now getting star struck.”

- Mans is giggly asf in the back of his head

- He fr ain’t seen someone catch his eye like this in a while

- Logically getting his dick wet right now would be nice

- But also with the new manager on the first day??

- weighing the options in his head and the way you look up at him and go

- “What about you? What do you want from your manager?”

- He threw caution to the wind

- Everyone else is busy with practice and he can make up some lukewarm ass excuse as to why you guys took so long

- Testing the waters by letting one of his hands rest on your lower back

- Mamma ain’t raise no bitch so he’s relieved you immediately return his energy

- He’s not wasting anymore time and pulls you in for a kiss

- Mans is STARVED for intimacy like this so he’s definitely a little more vulnerable

- Like that’s definitely the reason your lips fit so well against his

- Why your body curves into his so nicely when he carries you to his bed

- Yeah that’s definitely it

- Feeling himself get embarrassingly hard so fast he’s feverishly tugging at your sweatpants

- “Let me make you feel good, there you go.”

- The quiver in his voice isn’t missed

- You have a once in a lifetime free pass to tease THE Itoshi Sae

- PLEASE TAKE IT!!

- Grind your hips into his while tugging at the hair at the nape of his neck and he will let out some of the sweetest moans for you

- It really has been a while the way his hands are shaking to pull off his own clothes

- Pull him down to kiss you, distracting him from his current task

- He’s weak for being pushed around a little

- Throws your legs over his shoulders without warning

- The way he’s got your legs spread wide for him and he’s eye level with what he wants has you avoiding eye contact at all costs

- Moving his head between your thighs he’s damn near moaning with his mouth all over you

- Holds your trembling thighs still right beside his ears as he shamelessly moans into your cunt

- “You taste so fucking good, gonna use my fingers.”

- This man has not had pussy I’m so long he’s acting FOOLISH

- If he even took a moment to BREATHE he would be giving you heart eyes

- The way he’s singing praises while sucking your clit and angling his fingers to hit your g-spot all at once

- Man is filthy, and he’s not at all ashamed like he’s grown

- Spitting on your clit before he starts rubbing it with his thumb

- While his mouth and other hand are busy getting as much of your taste as possible

- The type of man to need to lay a towel down no matter WHAT your doing in bed

- Very “wait I didn’t shave” “did I ask all that??” Energy imo

- He’s gunna have you cumming on his sheets anyway so what do all that matter??

- Looks up and sees you covering your face trying to keep your noises down and that shit don’t fly w him

- “Keep covering your face and I’ll tie your hands to the bed.”

- And he’s dead serious too

- Comes up to kiss you not caring if you taste yourself because he wants to feel your lips THAT bad

- The way he refuses to break eye contact only serves to make you more shy because they’re glossed over with desire

- making sure you can’t squirm away from him has he has you cumming on his fingers

- “Feel good?… Yeah? like how i stretch you out? Let me feel you come undone then.”

- Whew IK he talks you through it😫

- “Keep your eyes open.”

- “S-sae I can’t-“

- “You can and you will, pretty thing.”

- Feels your nails digging into your wrists as you clench around his fingers

- “Ah. Almost there? Make a mess f’me.”

- Almost came in his pants watching your eyes roll back

- Since he IS shameless he’ll lick his fingers clean as you’re forced to watch him

- Dramatic as fuck the way he groans about you tasting good

- “Let me watch you play with it.”

- Watching your small fingers curl inside your pussy as you mewl in embarrassment almost has him intoxicated

- Throwing his damn clothes anywhere

- He’s not too stupid to not tease you a little tho

- “If you’re that shy turn around and hide your face in the pillows”

- Nothing is EVER that easy with him

- Cursing and grunting under his breath as he slips it in

- “How about you set the pace. Fuck me how you want”

- Chuckles as you hide your face in the pillows while fucking back into him

- He knows how to put on a performance before all else too

- “Use my cock cmon, make me proud and fuck me good pretty.”

- He’s moaning like a whole ass pornstar head thrown back and everything

- Trying not to move because this is your “punishment” for being all shy

- Can’t help it when you look back at him face clearly burning and whimpering at how embarrassing this is

- Praising you which makes it even MORE embarrassing

- “There you go” “fuck me till I come cmon” “you can do it”

- Like bro SHUT UP😭

- However the way you’re squeezing him tells otherwise

- When he feels you come around him he grits his teeth and says a small sorry in his head before he shoves your face into the mattress

- Feeling you wrapped about him had him fr loosing his mind

- Might skip all of practice just to keep doing this

- “Mhm, you can cum on this dick.. i wanna see it messy."

- Stretches out his words and talks all slow

- He is an Itoshi though unfortunately

- “W-wait Sae, 's too much, you're too fucking big."

- Has you seeing stars like never before

- Clit pincher🗣️ hair puller🗣️

- “Sayin’ it's too much but whining for more? Can't make up your then mind I’ll decide for you.”

- Pushing you deeper into the mattress with his whole body weight

- Grunts and moans RIGHT into your damn ear because you’re squeezing him so might tighter shouldn’t he tell you how good you’re making him feel?

- “At least your cunt knows what she wants, pretty pussy sucking me in and won’t let go. Want me to fill you up that damn bad?”

- Failed to take into account that all he wants to do now is lay down and spoon you while you cockwarm him

- But alas this is the shared dorm and NOT his apartment

- And he has no clue how long y’all been at it

- Helps you clean up while wobbling slightly

- Makes sure there’s no trace of what yall did but the sheets to his bed being in the washing machine

- Nobody thinks nothing bc he’s an upper class brat who needs things to be pristine

- Some people get suspicious when it happens like 5 times a week though….

- He does all his laundry separate so there’s no one to see how your underwear accidentally falls out the pocket of one of his jackets

- Everyone congratulates you on somehow going above and beyond so well that The Sae Itoshi acknowledged you!

- He didn’t think after the first time that looking at your ass you’d be enough to make him embarrassingly hard in public but oh well

- “Continue in my absence I’m going to check if the manager has the new schedule.”

- A few people see red scratches peeking out his jersey but meh probably just the imagination

#my writing #x black reader #blue lock #bllk #bllk smut #bllk sae #nsft #sae itoshi #sae smut #itoshi sae #my god i love him #I hate his ass too #like I heard some Va talking all slow and I was like yeah that’s him #blue lock x reader #blue lock smut #blue lock scenarios #blue lock x black reader #pussy put him to sleep now he calling me NyQuil #bllk x reader smut #using all the tags bc that ONE mf with their lame ass memes @ the top of the tag #make your own tag on your blog good god bc when I go looking #all I see is youuuu #like I got beef w you on principal :/

[kyemna]

Hazbin Hotel Characters Positive and Negative traits

Headcanons

I apologize for any grammer mistakes!

Tw: none

Charlie

Positive:

-Loves to do things for you.

-Also loves it when you bake together.

-Keeps every single gift you give her in a box with rainbows and glitter on it.

-Unironically says 'yo mama' at the wrong times LMFAO

-Plays with your hair or fingers when she's in deep thought

-Brags to her dad about how you're the most amazing partner ever

-Has the most amazing made up stories and fantasies. Talks your ears off with them

-When you're laying in bed, and she wakes up before you, she'll lay on top of you to wake you up.

I'm not kidding. It can be 6 am, and she'll crawl over to your side of the bed and lay her whole body on yours.

-In general, she's super fun to be around.

Negative:

-Overworks herself.

With that, she forgets to eat.

On a few occasions she actually fainted.

-Becomes distant when something's bothering her.

-She can get too swept up in her ideologies/fantasies, that she doesn't see what's right infront her.

-Lowkey controlling, but doesn't realize it.

(I don't think there are many negative things about Charlie to be honest LOL)

Vaggie:

Positive:

-Considerate.

-If she sees something that reminds her of you, she buys it.

-Knows how to calm you down/put you in your place.

-Admits when she's wrong, and knows when to apologize.

-Smells good. I have a feeling she just smells sweet. Like coconut or something.

-A surprisingly good artist?

-Has a great wardrobe. Let's you raid it every once in a while.

-Strong asf. Often lifts you up, and throws you over her shoulder.

Negative:

-Aggressive.

Normally, she has no way of outing it, so she bottles it up. Because of this, she can come over as aggressive, simply because her cup overflows.

-Drowns in her feelings.

-Takes things too seriously.

-She hit you in a fight once, and she still regrets it.

-Also hold grudges.

-Gives you the silent treatment if you did something to her dislike.

Alastor:

Positive:

-Surprisingly understanding.

-I said this once, and will continue to say it, he has AMAZING taste in music. Many of the characters do.

-A great cook.

His mom taught him many recipes, so he loves to make them for you.

-Protective.

-Open minded/open to new experiences

-Intelligent, always knows when you lie.

-Good at boardgames.

Beat you at Uno SO many times, it's getting a little humiliating..

-Aware of your likes and dislikes, whether that be: Music, clothes, topic of conversation, certain foods, and tries to help you avoid those things in your daily life.

-Gets along with your mother very well.

He's always willing to lend her a hand.

Negative:

-Obsessive.

-Has his eye on you 95% of the time. Not in a good way.

-Decides things for you without you asking him/giving him permission.

-does NOT mind his business.

-Not good with kids.

Because he's born in the 1890's he's super old fashioned. Therefore I think he would strike his kids if they misbehaved.

-Doesn't get along with your male friends, and is 'overly' friendly with your female friends, which makes it seem like he's flirting with them.

-He's a murderer. That speaks for itself.

-Blood thirsty as hell.

-A good liar, which makes him seem untrustworthy.

Angel Dust:

Positive:

-Loves grocery shopping or shopping in general with you.

-Notices small changes in your behavior, whether it's due to stress or simply a bad day, and helps you relax/cheer you up.

-Is great at planning dates!

-Also has amazing music taste.

I personally think a few of his main artists are:

Lady Gaga, Kesha, T-ara, Britney Spears and The Weeknd

-Funny as hell. No pun or joke gets past him.

-Great with animals! If you have a pet, he has a nickname for them.

-Unironically calls you 'Pookie' or 'Snukems'

-Has a good memory. Remembers your favorite color, your favorite flower, etc.

-Chases you around the house/appartment with a bug he caught. (Whether that's negative or positive is totally up to you)

Negative:

-Doesn't really understand/do boundaries, so he'll often take things too far.

-Argumentive. He enjoys a good argument or fight, which makes it difficult to find a solution to the problem your fighting about.

-Holds grudges.

-Overthinks the smallest things.

-Secretive. It takes a lot to get him to talk about his feelings and problems.

-Takes his anger out on you sometimes.

-Passive aggressive.

-Borrows your things without your permission, and doesn't put them back when he's done.

Husk:

Positive:

-Funny. Like, his jokes are actually hilarious. Unlike Alastor who makes the most awful dad jokes ever.

-Is so fully aware when your bullshiting him, he just pretends not to know.

-As i said in previous headcanons, he LOVES to dance with you.

He's super good at it too!

Has his hands all over you.

Hips, waist, neck, back, you name it.

-Will never admit it, but he likes it when you sneak up on him/jump him.

-In general he's pretty accepting of physical touch.

-He purrs, when you scratch his ears or something.

-Leaves you small gifts and letters around the house/appartment.

Negative:

-Messy. Has trouble cleaning/keeping things clean.

-Forgetful. Often forgets your dates.

-Anger Issues.

-Snaps at you when he's overwhelmed or stressed. Doesn't apologize for it because he's not aware of it. You'd have to point it out to get an apology out of him.

-Easily irritated.

When you're too close to him, when he's in a bad mood or when you take jokes a little too far, he ignores you for a few hours.

Thank you for reading!

#x reader #alastor x reader #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin angel dust #angel dust x reader #angel dust #husk #husk x reader #hazbin hotel husk #charlie #hazbin hotel charlie #charlie x reader #vaggie #hazbin hotel vaggie #vaggie x reader #headcanon

[atlabeth]

between colleagues pt 2 - anthony lockwood

part one

summary: the morning after and some shopping. this is still a great plan. right?

a/n: lol this took forever to come out but ive been busy asf and dealing with a lot of personal issues but i am really loving these two and they made me feel better so i hope you all enjoy!! they really are just two idiots in love lmao the shop scene was v fun

wc: 4.1k

warning(s): fem!reader, small mention of death in regards to a case, reader freaking tf out for a second. but basically no warnings this is all fluff

also im aware i use this gif a lot but it's like my favorite one of him so uhhhh yeah

Your shoulder was stiff when you woke up, and you had to stifle a groan of discomfort as you rolled onto your back. So much for staying off your injured side, you thought disdainfully. Typical of you to sabotage yourself in your sleep. 

A glance over at the other empty bed proved Lucy was awake, and a glance at the clock on the wall proved she might have been awake for quite some time. 

It was six in the bloody evening. Lockwood’s call with the Caldecotts must have gone well if you were able to sleep for 14 hours. You normally would have had the sense to be a little bit ashamed of sleeping an entire day away, but after the job you’d had and the arrangement you made with Lockwood, you felt like you deserved it. 

You pulled yourself out of bed and went through the paces of making yourself presentable at the very least, then threw on a sweatshirt and made your way downstairs. Lockwood was alone in the kitchen, sitting at the table with a half-eaten piece of toast in front of him and the agency’s case binder in his lap. 

“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” Lockwood said, glancing up from the files on his lap with a smile. You rolled your eyes at him as you walked into the kitchen. 

“Would you believe me if I said I was still tired?” You took a cup from the cabinet and filled it at the tap, taking a sip as you glanced out the window. Night had already fallen, and you could see the flickering of ghost lamps in the distance. 

“You know, I think I would,” he said. “You didn’t make it the full 24 hours you promised—I think you’ve still got some in you.” 

You chuckled and shook your head. “Where’s Lucy and George?” 

“Grocery shopping,” he said, and he looked at the clock. “It’s taking them an awful long while, though.” 

“Why are they shopping at night?” you asked. 

Lockwood shrugged. “George really wanted to make pad thai, but we have none of the ingredients. Apparently, it’s important enough to warrant a night trip to the store. Lucy offered to go with him, and I made them take their rapiers, so it should be fine.” 

“Of course you did,” you mused. “Did you tell them about our little arrangement?” 

His eyes filled with amusement. “No. I figured you would want the honor.” 

You sighed and let your head fall back. “Kind as always, Lockwood.” 

“You should probably start calling me Anthony,” he said. “Just to get used to it.” 

“What,” you said dryly, looking back down at him, “girlfriends don’t usually call their boyfriends by their last name?” 

“I think your family may frown upon it.” Lockwood checked his watch, then set the binder on the table and stood up. “If you get a kettle going, I’ll make us tea.” 

“Bored of write-ups already?” you asked, crouching down to pull the kettle out of a cabinet. Lockwood chuckled as he took the tin of tea bags out of the closet, and he turned the burner on just as you finished filling the pot up. 

“I try to do my part, but they’re really not my forte,” he said. “You and George are much better at them.” 

“And it comes from filing reports since the tender age of eight,” you said solemnly as you set the kettle on the stovetop.

Just then, the sound of a lock clicking open drew your attention, and you smiled as Lucy and George came inside. George had a reusable bag in one hand and her rapier in another, and Lucy also had hers drawn. 

Your brows knit together. “Run into any ghosts?” 

“Good morning to you too,” George said. You gave him a mocking look in return. 

“No,” Lucy answered, pushing the door shut with her foot, “just being careful. Because somebody swore he saw a Spectre and refused to let a Visitor run away with his goods.”

“I am starving,” George enunciated. “I wasn’t going to let a ghost ruin all my hard work.” 

Lockwood smiled. “Well, I’m glad you’re both intact.”

“I’m glad you’re finally up,” George said with a look at you. “I thought you’d never come out.”

“She slept like a brick,” Lucy said. “I knocked over all the bottles in the shower and she never even stirred.”

You shrugged. “Last night was exhausting. For many reasons.”

The kettle went off and you turned the burner back down. Lockwood took two more mugs out of the cabinet and set tea bags in them, then poured the boiling water into all four. You handed him the sugar container with a pointed look. 

“Remember, half—” 

“Half a teaspoon,” he nodded, taking it from you with a wry smile. “I remember.” 

“Good,” you said. “You’re always a little heavy handed.” 

“Are you saying I add extra sweetness into your life?” Lockwood asked, and you couldn’t help but laugh. 

“How did you know?” 

“You know, we’re also here,” Lucy spoke up, though when you turned to her she was barely hiding a smile. 

“As if I could ever forget you, Lucy Carlyle,” you said. “How’s your day been?” 

“Quiet without you,” she said. “Lockwood’s been on the phone all day, and even though George didn’t sleep quite as long as you, he still woke up at two in the afternoon.” 

“Oh, please,” George said over his shoulder, in the midst of rifling through his groceries, “I earned it. We all did, after the night we had.” 

“True,” she said, tilting her head. “I actually didn’t have any nightmares for once— I’ve never slept so soundly.” 

“See?” You gestured at her. “The charms I put on the walls are working.” 

Lucy gave you a look. “You can’t seriously believe that.” 

“No ghosts have gotten into our room!” you exclaimed. “And both of our nightmares have been getting better. That dragon is protecting us.” 

Lockwood bit back a smile. “I still cannot believe you bought that.” 

“Seriously,” George said, still organizing ingredients. “A week’s wages, just gone.” 

You frowned. “My iron dragon is incredible, thank you very much. Besides, I’m supporting local businesses.” You glanced at Lockwood. “So the supply calls were made?”

“Every last one of them,” he confirmed as he stirred sugar into your tea. “Satchell’s was very happy to get our business again. Salt bombs will be in on Friday, flares come next week, and we’re getting brand new chains tomorrow. Plus a couple new silver glass containers from Sunrise.”

“That’s smart,” you said. “I think I threw our last square container in the furnaces last week.” 

George frowned. “We went into the disaster that was last night without any silver glass?”

Lockwood cleared his throat as he handed you your mug, then set the other two on the table for Lucy and George. “Everything worked out in the end.”

Lucy just sighed. “We cut things too close for comfort.”

“The Lockwood & Co motto,” you said before taking a sip of tea. Perfectly sweetened. “How about the Caldecotts?”

“Rescheduled for tomorrow at half past noon,” Lockwood said. “Do you think you’ll be awake by then?”

You rolled your eyes good-naturedly. “I didn’t forget our deal that quickly.”

George raised his eyebrows. “What deal?”

“Oh, nothing,” you said. “Just sold my soul for a favor from Lockwood.”

Lucy frowned, eyeing the two of you. “Elaborate.”

Lockwood hid his smile with a sip of tea as he also looked at you. So this was still your treat. 

You shrugged. “We’re going to a wedding together.”

“Not exactly selling your soul,” George said. “Congrats.”

You rolled your eyes. “We’re going together.” 

“Congrats,” he said again. “Are we just emphasizing words now?” 

“We’re going as a couple,” Lockwood said. 

Lucy’s eyes widened and George nearly choked on his tea as they blurted out the same thing. “What?” 

“A fake couple,” you added hastily, “to fool my family.”

“…Oh,” Lucy said, glancing at George. “That’s…”

“Less exciting,” he finished. 

Lockwood made a face. “Less exciting? George, we’re going to be lying to her whole family for a whole weekend. I’d say that’s quite exciting.” 

He glanced at Lucy for a moment before he sighed and looked back at Lockwood with a shake of his head. “Sure.” 

“Anyways,” you segued, “I just thought you two should know. It’s not for another month and half, but between the usual ghost-hunting we’re going to be doing a fair bit of planning together.”

“Spend all the time together that you want,” Lucy said. “George and I are good enough at holding down the fort, right?”

“It was just Lockwood and I for months at the beginning of all this, and half the time I was on my own because of investigatory whims,” George said. “At least you’re usually sort of predictable, Luce.”

She frowned. “I take offense to that.”

Lockwood chuckled and shook his head as he set the other two cups of tea down on the table for them. “We won’t impede work at all, I promise. I’ll make sure everything still goes as smoothly as possible.”

“What Lucy said,” George said, finally satisfied with the order of all the ingredients as he got to work. “Spend as much time together as you want.” 

“Maybe you will,” you said haughtily. “Maybe Lockwood’s lying and we’ll completely abandon our duties.” 

“We won’t,” Lockwood assured, and you merely smiled as you took another sip of tea. 

“Speaking of work,” Lucy said, “we ran into Kipps and Godwin on the way to the store.” 

Lockwood’s expression hardened and he set his mug down a bit too forcefully. “Why didn’t you say that earlier?” 

“Because it was nothing,” George said, looking up from cutting vegetables. You were glad he was the one with a knife and not Lockwood. “Just typical Kipps posturing.” 

“He told us about some job they got,” Lucy said. “Some ridiculously rich widow hired Fittes to find and clear out the ghost of her husband, and they were put on the case.” 

“What was her name?” Lockwood asked. 

“I wasn’t really paying attention, if I’m being honest,” she said. 

“Agnes Colville,” George said. 

“That bastard!” Lockwood’s jaw clenched and he moved across the room to a stack of newspapers on the floor, toppling over from the height. He crouched down and began rifling through them, and after a second he pulled out one and held it up for you all to see. The look in his eye was only slightly crazed, which was admittedly progress. “He stole it from us!”

“I do remember seeing her in the paper,” you said after taking a moment to scan the cover. Her husband died of old age, and it was only because of their impressive fortune that anyone knew of it. “A tragedy.” 

“I talked to her first,” he insisted, still crouched on the ground. “I called her right after I got this paper, and she told me she wasn’t looking for any agents.” 

“She changed her mind, I guess,” Lucy said with a shrug. 

“Or Kipps bothered her until she changed it,” Lockwood grumbled. 

“Great,” George said wryly as he pushed garlic off his knife. “We’re going to be working double time to make up for this, aren’t we?” 

“Sharp as always,” Lockwood said, and he finally stood up as he set the newspaper back down. He pointed a finger at you. “After we go dress shopping tomorrow, it’s straight to the archives to pick up a better case than Kipps.”

You raised an eyebrow. “We’re going dress shopping tomorrow?”

“Did I not tell you?” He frowned. “Caldecotts then dress shopping. And now archives.”

“No,” you said, “you absolutely didn’t.”

Lockwood shrugged. “Well, now you know. We’re going dress shopping.”

“Awfully eager to get into this boyfriend role,” George said.

“I take my job seriously.”

“I already have a dress, Lockwood,” you said. “Dorothy Perkins, remember?”

“This is a special occasion,” he said. “You deserve something nice.”

You felt your cheeks warm and you looked right at him. “You’ll pay?”

“Of course,” he said. “Business expenses, remember?”

You laughed and shook your head. “Yeah. Alright, we can go dress shopping. But if I’m getting a new dress, you’re getting a new suit.”

“Fair’s fair,” he said.

“Do we get any new clothes on your bill?” George asked. “Or is that just reserved for your fake girlfriend?” 

“Oh, come off it, George,” Lucy said. “Let them have some fun together.” 

“Thank you, Lucy,” you said as you sat down across from her. 

“Of course,” she said. “You’re saving me from the Caldecotts and a day in the archives. I should really be thanking you.” 

You turned to look at Lockwood. “You’re not going to use this as an excuse to get me to come along on all your errands with you, are you?” 

“Do try and be supportive, love,” Lockwood said. “It’s only right as my girlfriend.” 

You groaned as you leaned back in your chair, trying your best to ignore Lucy’s smile. “Maybe this wasn’t such a great idea.” 

“Another Lockwood & Co motto,” George mused. “How fitting.” 

-

“Is that Anthony Lockwood walking through my door?” 

You looked up when you walked through the door after Lockwood, a grin already on his face as the boutique saleswoman, a kindly older woman, greeted him. A worker at an upscale clothing store knew him by name—already a good sign. 

“Ms. Bridgeston,” Lockwood said, “it’s been too long.” 

“It certainly has, young man!” She pulled him into a hug and he returned it, and the woman looked at you when she pulled away. “And who is this darling girl with you?” 

Lockwood said your name with a gesture, and you smiled and held out your hand. “I’m his associate.” 

“And my girlfriend,” he added as she shook your hand. You shot him a look over her shoulder with wide, questioning eyes. 

“Practicing,” he mouthed at you with a shrug. He was so ridiculous that you had to stifle a laugh. 

“Yes,” you said, looking back at her with a smile, “his girlfriend, too.” 

“Well, it is wonderful to meet you, dear.” Ms. Bridgeston smiled at Lockwood. “Anthony here has wonderful taste in apparel—he was right to bring you here.” 

“I believe it,” you said with a glance around. “We’re actually in the market for wedding clothes—my cousin is getting married soon.” 

“Oh, congratulations!” She clasped her hands together, eyes shining as she looked between both of you. “Is there anything you need help with, or would you just like to look around?” 

“We’re good to just look,” Lockwood said, “but we’ll certainly let you know if we need anything.” 

Ms. Bridgeston nodded with another smile. “Certainly. I’ll be in the back stocking if you need me.” 

“Thank you,” you said, and you looked at Lockwood as she walked off. “Any ideas?” 

He shook his head. “Get whatever you’d like. This is a very special occasion.” 

You chuckled and nodded, going off to look at a rack of dresses. The agency had been doing well for itself lately. You supposed you could splurge on a nicer dress after nearly dying a couple dozen times. “What are you going for?” 

“Oh, I’m not getting anything here,” he said. “I’ve already got a suit at home, and I’ll get a pocket square that matches whatever color you’re wearing. We’re shopping for you—I’m just having fun here.”

“How exquisite,” you mused as you ran your finger over velvet. “We’ve only been fake dating for a day and you’re already all in.” 

“Consider it getting in character,” Lockwood said. “We’ll already have gotten all our mistakes out of the way by wedding time.” 

“Wise as always.” You took the maroon dress off the rack and continued moving down the line, and you glanced over at Lockwood. “You’ve already got what you want?” 

“Most of my wardrobe is black and white.” He held up a navy suit. “This is different.” 

“Hardly,” you said with a chuckle. “Dark blue is almost black.” 

“This is my version of fun,” Lockwood said wryly, and you smiled as he went into the dressing room. 

You spent the next while picking out dresses that struck your fancy, and by the time Lockwood was done, you had five in your arms. When he walked out, you nearly dropped them all. 

You didn’t know what was wrong with you. 

Perhaps it was lingering sleep deprivation from the near 24 hours you spent awake the other day. Perhaps it was lingering anger from your dealings with the Caldecotts—no amount of money could make dealing with Lorena worth it, but all those zeroes did help—or perhaps you were just already losing your mind. 

Despite your complaints, you weren’t averse to the day Lockwood had planned out. Seeing as you’d spent entire days rooting through the archives with him on wild goose chases, an afternoon after an interview and some shopping wasn’t the worst it could get.

But now, standing in the back of the store as Lockwood emerged, you were beginning to question the wisdom of this decision. 

Because you honest to God didn’t know what was wrong with you. You saw Lockwood in suits every day, or at least something suit-adjacent. Slacks, a jacket and tie, a million white dress shirts that you always end up folding. Pristine shoes, so shiny you can see your reflection in them, getting ruined by cobwebs and plasma over and over—you’ve spent many a night sitting with Lockwood talking as he polished his most recent pair of shoes, determined to get them back to their former glory. 

The point was that you were used to it. You were used to seeing Lockwood dressed up—when you first joined the agency, you honestly thought he slept in suits as well until you ran into him one night on a mission for midnight tea.

So why were you unable to look away from him when he emerged from the dressing room? Why were you rendered absolutely and completely speechless? 

It was nothing special, at least for Lockwood. Just a tuxedo. Navy blue rather than black like he always wore, but far nicer than the usuals. He was fussing with his bowtie as he walked out, muttering things under his breath, and thankfully not looking at you at all. You felt your eyes widen, your breath stolen from you for a moment, and all you could do was stare. Very classy of you, but you could hardly be blamed. He was stunning.  

You didn’t even realize he was saying something until you heard your name for what had to have been the third time, and you blinked and snapped out of your stupor. 

“What?” 

He gave that damn smile and inclined his head slightly, holding up one end of the tie hanging around his neck. “Could you help me with this? I don’t know what’s wrong with me this morning.” 

At least you had that in common. You cleared your throat and nodded, taking a deep breath as you walked up to him in the hopes that you looked far more composed than you felt. “Yeah. Of course.” 

You felt his eyes on you the entire time and you tried your hardest not to focus on it. You’d done Lockwood’s ties millions of times, usually before a particularly important interview or a particularly difficult night. He always said it was good luck, and you always rolled your eyes with a smile. 

“So?” Lockwood spoke after a moment, still watching you.  

“It’s good,” you said with a nod as you finished tying the bow, making sure it was straight before you stepped away. “You look good.” 

“Thank you,” Lockwood said, looking at himself in the mirror with a slight smile. “For the compliment and the help. 

“It’s what I’m here for,” you said. 

“And as much as I appreciate that,” he said, turning that smile on you, “we’re here so you can get a dress too. Did you pick any out while I was getting ready?” 

You nodded and picked up the hangers you’d set down to help Lockwood. “Which one do you want to see first?” 

“Definitely the maroon one,” he said with a nod. “Goes well with your eyes.” 

“You’re too kind,” you said, and he chuckled as he pressed his hand to his heart. 

You went behind the curtain, purposefully taking your time as you undressed so you could try and compose yourself further. It was just a suit, and he was just Lockwood, and this was just a fun little ruse to get your mum off your back for once. 

Just a suit. Just a ruse. Just Lockwood. 

You let out a deep breath and nodded, finally feeling like yourself again. You stepped into the dress and pulled it up, adjusting it around your figure before you zipped it up in the back, but you couldn’t get it all the way up. 

“Lockwood,” you called, “can you help me?” 

“Of course,” you heard him respond. 

You pushed the curtain aside and stepped back out, making some more minute adjustments along the way. When you looked up, Lockwood’s eyes were wide, his lips slightly parted. 

“Lockwood,” you said, staring at him. 

He blinked and seemed to focus back in, his head perking up. “What?” 

“My zipper.” 

“Right.” Lockwood moved just a bit too quick around you, and you shivered as his fingers brushed your bare back for a moment while he pulled the zipper the rest of the way up. “Sorry.”

“Your hands are always cold,” you said. “It’s fine.” 

“That’s—” he cleared his throat, and you turned just to see him shake his head. “Right. Yeah. Thanks.” 

You raised your eyebrows, the slightest smile tugging at you. “For what?” 

His own rose. “Hm?” 

“You thanked me. For what?” 

Lockwood shook his head again. “Don’t worry about it.” 

You chuckled and nodded, holding out the skirt of your dress with your hands. “So? What do you think?” 

“You look incredible,” he said, “obviously. It’s an honor to be your fake boyfriend.” 

“You’re gonna make me blush,” you said, but your cheeks already felt too warm for comfort. 

Lockwood grinned. “Good.” 

You had to turn away at that point. He knew exactly what he was doing to you, teasing you like this. “You’re taking your role way too seriously,” you said, busying yourself with rifling through the rest of the dresses you picked out. 

“I told you,” he said, “I take my job seriously. And as someone who takes their job seriously, I think that dress is definitely the one.” 

“Really?” You held up a sparkling blue dress against you and looked at him. “What about this one?” 

He shook his head. “Maroon is definitely the one.” 

“I agree, dear.” You looked up to see Ms. Bridgeston walking out carrying two boxes, that same adoring twinkle in her eye. “You look beautiful.” 

“Thank you.” You looked back in the mirror for another good, long moment, and you nodded decisively. “I agree. This is the one.” 

“Wonderful choice,” she said. 

“Perfect choice,” Lockwood said with a grin. “If you get changed, I can go ahead and pay for everything. We’ve already used up half our day—we’ve got to get to the archives.” 

You eyed him. “You didn’t just say this was the one so we could spend eight hours in the archives, did you?” 

“No,” he assured. “That is the one—trust me, love. You just happened to pick out the best one first.” 

You chuckled and shook your head as you started going back to the dressing room. “Whatever you say.” 

Soon enough, you and Lockwood were both back in your regular clothes, dress bag in tow, walking down the streets of London. 

“You seriously don’t mind spending all that money for this?” you asked, glancing over at him. 

“Of course not,” he said. “I can always take it out of your paycheck, if it’ll make you feel better.” 

You laughed and hit him on the arm, earning a chuckle in response. “As long as you seriously weren’t lying to me about liking this dress to get me to the archives.” 

“I would never lie to you about something like that,” Lockwood said, and he held up his pointer and middle finger. “Agent’s honor.” 

You smiled inwardly. “Thank you, then. I suppose I can handle spending the rest of the day in the archives with you with compliments like that.” 

“Thank you, then,” he repeated. “We do have to make a stop for tea, first.” 

“Naturally,” you agreed. 

As you continued on your way, not exactly arm in arm but close enough for your hands to brush every so often, you found your mind drifting back to Lockwood in that damned suit. You cleared your throat and shook your head, trying to physically push the thought away. 

“Everything alright?” he asked. 

“Yeah,” you said. “Just got something in my throat.” 

Lockwood nodded, thankfully oblivious to your inner struggle. You let out a deep breath. 

This was definitely still a good idea.

#anthony lockwood x reader #anthony lockwood x you #lockwood x reader #lockwood x you #lockwood & co x reader #lockwood & co #x reader #reader insert #sadie writes

[sawturn77]

𝑶𝑪𝑬𝑨𝑵 𝑬𝒀𝑬𝑺 (𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒐 𝒎𝒆𝒈𝒖𝒎𝒊 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓)

05:

MASTERLIST.

05: what am i to you?

warning: y/n and megumi are awkward asf, nobara is a huge tease and the #1 wingwoman, y/n’s deeply in love and refuses to acknowledge it, kinda ooc megumi?

trap #1

the two of us stood behind nobara and yuji, watching as they competed for everything. who could get the most points, win the most prizes, and get an item from the claw machine before the other. part of me wishes that me and megumi could be that close, but the other part of me wishes me and him weren’t practically 4th wheeling. “ha! you’re such a loser, yuji!” “no way! you cheated! y/n, megumi, beat nobara at the zombie game, please!” the pink haired guy begged. i gave him a helpless look, while megumi just shrugged. before i knew it, a hand came to my back and pushed me towards the claw machines. it didn’t take me long to realize that nobara had pushed both me and megumi. “y/n’s much more interested in the claw machines, idiot! her and megumi should busy themselves with that!” she smirked triumphantly, sending me a wink and a thumbs up. i had no choice but to nod. i began to browse the claw machines as megumi followed suit. none of them really piqued my interest. well, in truth, all of them did, but i didn’t have enough tokens to even attempt at one. i was never very good at claw machines, but the excitement and anticipation that filled my sense as i hoped to get what i wanted was nice. i peer over my shoulder, noticing that megumi was staring at one machine in particular. a…hello kitty claw machine? “you like hello kitty, megumi?” he turns to me, looking a bit embarrassed.

“not really…but you do, right?” my face heats up. of all things, i didn’t think he’d remember something as embarrassing as that. i can just imagine him remembering the posters, figures, and plushes that were in my room when i was just barely a teenager. i mean, i still have the merch. how could i get rid of something so cute. my eyes leave the ground, landing back on his figure. he glances at me, inserting a coin. gosh, i’d never hear the end of it if nobara and yuji found out. im sure my face was beet red the entire time. his slender fingers wrap around the stick. he looks focused, his stormy eyes fixed on a specific plush, and his lips pursed into a frown-wait, why am i thinking of him like that. it’s not like his lips look so soft…i think he might taste like blue raspberry lollipop he had earlier. snapping out of my thoughts, soft material was slowly pushed into my hands, careful not to startle me. they were cute, too cute. the mymelody and kuromi plushes were small, but bigger than my hand. my lips parted, but i couldn’t find it in me to say anything. i looked up at megumi, who was walking away. really?!

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trap #2

after about thirty minutes, i had softened around megumi, and im sure he had loosened up too. we had played nearly every game, from racing to basketball to shooting games. we did it all. and to think i was overthinking for nothing! all i had to do was say, “maybe we should find something to do until yuji and nobara are ready to go” and it was basically a walk in the park from there! my eyes landed on the one game we hadn’t played yet. another racing game. two motorcycles were stationed in front of the screens, one pink and the other one red. i didn’t know if i should suggest playing that one, since the both of us were already pretty tired. i didn’t get the chance to ask megumi about it before yuji and nobara popped out from somewhere, jumping on the motorcycles and spitting cocky presumptions at each other. “you dare to still challenge me, you fiend!?” “i’ll win this time! prepare to lose, nobara!” the brunette turned towards me and megumi, who were standing behind the pair in embarrassment. “oh, y/n, megumi! i haven’t seen you guys at all! wanna play with us?” “there’s only two motorcycles..” megumi reminded. “well, yeah, but two of us can ride the same one while you two ride another one!” my cheeks came rosy. “the second person doesn’t have a purpose..” “who cares! it’s about teams!” nobara gets behind yuji on the motorcycle with a mischievous grin. why’s she so happy about this?! clutching the plushies that had been in my arms the entire time, i turn to megumi, who was standing behind me. with a sigh, megumi gets on the motorcycle and i follow suit. just when things weren’t as awkward anymore..

“y/n!” nobara whispers my name, wrapping her arms around yuji’s waist and resting her head on his back. she winked at me. i quickly made a ‘x’ with my fingers in response, only for her to hold her fist up to me.

awkwardly, my arms inch around megumi’s waist. he stiffens, but soon relaxes. i rest my head against his back, burying my face in his light cologne. i didn’t want to watch nobara and yuji giggle in my face. i’ll be sure to hit them.

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and trap #3.

“oh, would you look at that! it’s so dark outside. a lovely lady like y/n should NEVER go home by herself at night.” my eyebrow twitches at her. she’s actually unbelievable.

“i was already planning on taking her home.”

i want to pass out. did i just hear him correctly?! THE megumi fushiguro said he was going to take me home. nobara gives him a quick nod and thumbs up, pushing yuji in the direction of their houses. yuji waves, but then it’s just the two of us again.

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[manjirot]

off limits // imaushi wakasa

— you were already off limits the moment he laid his eyes on you.

cw // reader is a bit of a airhead, sex worker and psychic, smut, drugs, murder, degradation, waka is jealous asf and tatteddd.

sn // reader is 21 and waka is in his middle 30s.

“FOR FUCK SAKES!!” Rinshiro screams out, “fucking whore scratched me up! My face is a bloody mess!”

“C- calm down, Rinshiro, sir! Mr. Imaushi is on his way as we speak!” Chino, the bartender says nervously.

Rinshiro, who’s face looked like a cat got a hold of him turned around and looked at Chino, making him gulp from how horrified his face was. “I should go back there and kill that stupid bitch.”

“No way!” Chino yelled, “I understand your frustration but you gotta understand you broke our number one rule Mr. Rinshiro… hands off all the girls.”

Rinshiro gritted his teeth.

“Boss, I think we should leave. Dude is right after all…” Rinshiro’s underling said.

Rinshiro clicked his tongue, “are you siding with this fucker??” He then reach behind his pants and pulled out his glock pointing it at Chino.

The girls that were out of their rooms witnessing the chaos ran back into their rooms in fear.

“Do you know who the hell you’re talking to?” Rinshiro shouted. “I’m fucking Rinshiro!!! Leader and Founder of Rage Hounds.”

“Yeah yeah, we get it..” a calm voice enters the building. Rinshiro turns around to see the owner, Wakasa. “can you be respectful and use your inside voice? I am running a business here… and stop aiming at my bartender, you’re gonna make em shit himself.” Wakasa says.

Rinshiro chuckled and lowered his gun, “I was just kidding,” he said, putting the gun away.

“I doubt you were kidding with how fucked up your face is,” Shinchiro says, who’s following behind Wakasa.

Rinshiro grunted but held his composure, “well, aha, one of your girls did this.”

“Tell me more.” Wakasa said, “why would one of my girls attack you so brutally Rinshiro?”

“You should ask that crazy bitch that!” Rinshiro replied.

Wakasa steps closer to Rinshiro, “but I’m asking you… why would my girl attack you?”

Rinshiro stepped backwards a bit, intimidating by Waka’s cold glare. Rinshiro took a deep breath, “I may have struck her first but I have a damn good reason for it Waka,” Rinshiro said.

There was silence for a least ten seconds.

“Oh okay,” Waka says with a smile, “since there was a good reason I’m sure we can work something out then.”

Rinshiro grinned and looked back at his nervous underling, “I’m just stressed about what ima tell me girl back home when she sees my face.”

Waka smiled softly, “tell her this…”

WHACK— and just that quick, Waka knee’d him in the face. Chino could’ve sworn he heard something crack. Waka then grabbed a fistful of Rinshiro’s hair, “tell her you were here trying to get your dick wet and got clawed I’m the process.” Waka then punched him in the gut, making him spit out.

Rinshiro fell to the floor and Waka stomped him harshly all over. Shinchiro stood behind watching the show and took out a cigarette to lit up. He found it amusing.

Waka stopped kicking and kneeled down to the now unconscious man, “you’re a disgrace… and if you ever come back disrespecting my business again, i will kill you.” Waka spat on him and glanced up at Rinshiro’s now terrified underling, “get your dog shit boss outta here..”

“Y-yes, yes sir!” The underling rushed to his boss and quickly got him up off the floor and exited the building.

Shinchiro chuckled, “you should’ve let me handled that youngin’.”

“Pft, as if…” Waka said. He took a cigarette out his pocket and walked up to Shin, letting him light it up.

“Chino.” Wakasa called. Chino was paralyzed from seeing his boss in action for the first time, “Chino!” Wakasa called again, “ah, yes sir?”

“Take us to the girl,” Waka said and Chino nodded, “follow me sir.”

Chino led Waka and Shinchiro through a dimly lit hallway in the back where the girls slept and did their business.

Some girls peeped out their rooms and was in awe. “It’s Mr. Imaushi; he’s so sexy; who’s that with him?;

Chino stopped at a door, “this is it,” and opened the door. Chino stepped aside and allowed Waka and Shin to enter. “So… this is her?” Waka asked.

The battered girl sat in a fetal position in the corner of her broke down bed and opened her eyes when she heard unfamiliar voices. You instantly grabbed the broken glass that was beside you and aimed it shakily at Waka.

“St- stay back!!” You said with a shaky voice, “I’ll carve out your face if you come any closer!”

Waka took a step forward… “I’m fucking warning you!” You screamed.

“Y/n, calm down!!” Chino said, “this is Mr. Imaushi, he owns this place.”

You looked at Chino then at Waka, “you’re… you’re the boss?”

“Sure am baby,” Waka said, “I heard what happened so I came to check on you.”

Your lips began to tremble and you slowly laid down the glass, Waka walked over and sat down on your bed. “There’s no need to cry, daddy’s here now.” His strong arms wrapped around you and you cling to him like your life depended on it.

“I was so scared… I couldn’t breathe, I- I thought I was going to die.” You sobbed into his silk button up shirt. He caressed your hair, “shhh, shhh. It’s alright now pretty girl.”

Waka examined the room and it was completely a mess. Broken glass everywhere, blood here and there, mainly on the bed, the bed was might as well say broke.

She has bruises all over her … busted nose and lip, defensive wounds on her arms. And even bruises around her neck. Bastard was trying to strangle her to death.

Waka held you closer to him at the thought of you being killed by the likes of Rinshiro.

He’ll come back for retaliation once he’s better… she’s not safe here. Hm, that leaves me no choice then.

“I’m taking her with me.” Waka says out loud.

Chino eyes widen, “pardon me sir.”

“I said she’s coming home with me, get all her belongings packed and meet me outside in five.”

“But sir, she’s our best girl! The ratings will go down for sure once everyone finds out she’s no longer here!” Chino protests.

“Fuck ratings. She’s coming back with me and that’s final, find the second best girl to replace her since you’re so worried.” Waka replied.

There’s no second best though — “yes sir, Mr. Imaushi.”

Wakasa then picks you up in his arms which startles you a little, “hope you don’t mind being carried around like this,” Waka says to you.

You’re dumbfounded for a bit then looks away, “I don’t mind,” you say shyly.

Waka softly smiles at you in his arms then looks back at Chino, “I don’t have all goddamn night, Chino!”

“Uh right sir! I apologize!” Chino rushes and packs all your things up as Waka walks out with you in his arms.

“So you girls wanna guess how big it is?” Shinchiro teases a few girls then suddenly sees Wakasa walk pass the room with you in tow.

“Shit, what are you doing Waka?” Shinchiro rushed out the room.

“What does it look like?” Waka asked.

Shinchiro grumbled and looked back at the girls that seemed to be waiting for him, “say Waka? You don’t mind if I-”

“Knock yourself out,” Waka said to Shin.

As Wakasa was carrying you, you were listening his heart beat. Nothing else, just his heart. So warm… he’s so warm. This warmth… is so calming.

Waka makes it outside where it’s ice cold drizzling. He looks down at you to see you’re fast asleep.

Seriously… she’s out cold. She’s an interesting one for sure.

#tokyo revengers #anime #tokrev smut #tokrev fic #tokrev wakasa #wakasa imaushi #imaushi wakasa #wakasa imaushi smut #fanfic #shinichiro sano #wakasa smut

[planetflorxa]

༻Names would/wouldn’t be used༺

Characters: Nanami kento, Toji Fushiguro, Bokuto Kotaro

Warnings: gn reader but gendered names (good boy/girl), I showed favoritism, mentioning of passing out, overstimulation, i did not play favorite hehe👀(bokuto), this isn’t accurate i just wanted to write for the people who make me horny asf

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Nanami Kento:

Would: Baby, Love, Sweetheart, Good boy/girl, Slut, and Doll, Prince/princess, Little girl/boy

Wouldn’t: Babe

“You wanna be a good little slut for me” he asked while pulling you up by your throat to his ear “uhhuh”. “Good boy/girl” He released you letting you fall back down He was teasing you and was going agonizingly slow that he liked when you needed him “kento please” you whined rutting back into him in need of more. “love you said you would be good for me”. He said rubbing his hands over your ass etching right towards your dick/clit “I am so PLEASE” “Alright Alright” he said placing his hands on both of your hips. He did a few experimental thrusts until he found the spot. “ohhh is that it by the way your shaking it has to be” he said right before plowing into that spot. You were practically dead it was so good and so much and you could even do anything but lay there fucked out already. “ahhh~ kento it’s t-too much i can’t” you said attempting to stall his hips by reaching backwards “you can and you will i thought you wanted to be good for me so take. i know you can do it little girl/boy” with that all you could do is scream your head off while he constantly abuses your oozing hole. Your legs start to quiver and you can’t hold yourself up anymore but don’t worry he’s gotchu he slid his hand under you to keep you up until he was finished with you which would be no time soon.

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Toji Fushiguro:

Would: Baby, Good boy/girl, Slut, Doll, Prince/princess, Babe

Wouldn’t: Love, Sweetheart and, Little girl/boy

“You’re gonna take it right” he asked you pressing your legs closer to your chest “hold them and answer me doll” he said lightly tapping your face “yes fuck toji i am” you said grabbing your legs “good boy/girl”. He then started pounding into you with no remorse whatsoever it wasn’t sloppy yet but in your head you knew it would get there that’s how he liked it after all. “You still here baby” He said aiming right at your g-spot “aAhh~ yes toji” you tried so bad to answer him but it hurt so good you felt yourself slipping away the more he fucked you. “oh no that won’t do” He angled his hips perfectly pushing deeper into you before roughing pounding your hole. Tears started welling up in your eyes it just felt so good it always feels so good. He knows how to make you crumble. He didn’t stop with he snapping of his hips only soft whimpers were heard from your mouth you could barely think at this point to busy in lalaland you couldn’t handle everything he was giving you. “god you’re such a slut creamin on me like that say it” “ahhhh toji i cant~” “say it before you’re too dumb to” “fuck i’m a slu-“ you wanted to finish your sentence but he decided to deliver on particularly hard thrust. “You feel me in your stomach huh” it was a question that was meant to be answered but you were to far gone to and he liked it that way.

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Bokuto Kotaro:

Wouldn’t: Doll, Sweetheart and, Little girl/boy

Would: Prince/princess, Slut, Good boy/girl, Baby, Love, Babe,

it’s been hours…Bokuto has so much stamina and the body and the strength to keep up with it. He’s been manhandling you into different positions for hours and you have no one to thank but him winning his match. He has you ass up and face down right into the bed. He was so rough and his dick felt so heavy inside of you. He slowed down a bit grabbed you by your hair to his mouth. “Is my little prince/princess okay?” You couldn’t answer you were too far gone and he knew that. “fuck you’re a dumb slut aren’t you” in response you whimpered cause that all you could do. He let you go and you dropped back down into your position too tired to hold yourself up. Bokuto sounded like a pornstar above you. He was whimpering, grunting, moaning, and saying the nastiest things to you. This was his favorite position cause the way you ass bounced back on him made him even more horny. He slipped out of you and flipped you over so now you are on your back ready for his second favorite position. One glance at your face and anyone could tell how fucked you were. He slipped right in and immediately going for the spot that leave tingles and goosebumps all over your body. “boku-Aahh please” you whimpered attempting to push his hips off of you. He didn’t budge at all he kept abusing that spot he thrusted his hips so hard and fast it felt so good but it was just all too much. So you tried to run away. You started to scooch away you felt like you were gonna pass out but he caught you. “Don’t fucking run from me love” He said right before going back to that rough pace. “I did good and I won the game you said you’ll give me anything i wanted. so just be a good slut for me.” “bokuto i’m gonna-” “oh yeah i feel you i know cum for me baby” and you did your back arched off the bed eyes rolling back it was all to good but it was too much seeing as it was your 4th one. You felt your eyes getting heavy you were tired something bokuto will never be.

#jjk fanfic #jujutsu smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #haikyuu x reader smut #dilf bokuto #bokuto smut #hq smut #nanami kento #nanami smut #toji smut #haikyuu!! #haikyu x reader #gn reader #toji x y/n #toji x reader #toji fushiguro #bokuto kotaro smut

[stretchyyonko]

I just started one piece last month and I'm currently STILL ON ENNIES LOBBY...since I'm busy on school works and etc.

And here I am reacting to one piece Men I have been spoiled nor encountered in spoilers and mostly Tiktok and twitter. ( Part 01 )

1st up OF COURSE IT'S LUFFY

- THIS BISH RIGHT HERE REALLY MADE ME WATCH ONE PIECE AND SIMP FOR HIM LIKE HOW BOA AND BARTOLOMEO DO IT😭 like bro how can you not...(except the pre-timeskip 'cause I don't the FBI banging up at my door)

- Plus the way he never kills his enemies and him being dense asf funny to me, not to mention him having ADHD IS WAY TO FUCKING ACCURATE...

- AND HE'S TOO FUCKING INNOCENT ASF SKRKGKSNSNAAAAAAAA I just wanna keep him in my pocket and watch him smile at me like how he do 24/7

- Would 100% marry him (don't worry I'll fix him to go bath everyday even if I got to fight him using gear 5 nor fighting his simps and ships)

- I also love how he don't kill his enemies and just downgrade them like how what he did to bellamy.

2nd the cook and the swordsman

- Man...this two..well...I would not wamt to meddle into their banters like an old married couple...

- STRONG ASF

- To be honest I kinda like the pre time skip sanji but he grew up more fine after 2 years, plus I understand why he got unbearable during fishman island arc since he got isolate to an island full of homosexual people and even got into one LMAO but he slayed those heels and dress tho...

- As same as his captain THIS FUCKING SWORDSMAN ONLY BATHES ONCE A WEEK...SKRKGODJAJRJFJ I CAN'T WITH THE TWO OF THEM 😭. Also don't get me wrong..but I kinda find zoro more cool than simp cause I don't know what's wrong to my brain that I can't find him attractive...yet the way he handles women as equal to him is good to me...I find him funny and cool asf yet I find his captain attractive asf HOW 😭?!

- And the fact that I knew then as a ship first and their fanarts are just insanely good too 😭.

3rd Ace and Sabo

- To be honest the ever 1st one piece episode I had watch on TV when I was on 5th grade was the Amazon Lily episode where Boa simped for luffy and I got intrigued watching it because I kinda thought luffy would accept boa's confession LMAO, and by 6th grade I again catched a glimpse of Ace's death on marineford arc and I was confused at first why he got killed not until today wjen I saw some spoilers (By the way Those episode that I watch is a tagalog dub from a TV Channel in our country) So that's why back in the years that I still haven't watch one piece all I knew was Ace's Death and Boa having a crush on luffy.

- It's funny I learnt sabo from my friend who reads One piece manga where she was ranting to me about sabo and there I got curious and ask her what happened, and there she explained to me that Luffy has another brother which I got surprised cause all I know back then was Ace and there she was crying how handsome sabo was and was also crying because of luffy meeting sabo again. Back then I always thought that these three is brothers by blood and not by alcohol 😭.

- To be honest Ace's visuals back then was hella majestic but funny at the same time but after the re-animation he got babygirly-fied LIKE BRO HIS ANIMATION ON THAT SCENE IN WANO HIS TIDDIES GOT BIG ASF HELL IT BIGGER THAN MINE.

- Sabo on the other hand well I saw him in the movie Film Gold and Stampede First and also I took a little research about The Revolutionary army BUT WHAT CAUGHT MY EYE WAS KOALA...SHE'S SO CUTE AND GORG MAN...HELL I WOULD FIGH–ehem anyways back to sabo, yeah he's intelligence and strength got me shook cause how can he divide those fingers like that sjrkgks I wanna learn their karate too 😭.

4th Law and Kid

- Well knowing the social media the wano episodes are all over my tiktok fyo page and these two caught my eye since they are always beside luffy in wano.

- Except for Law I knew him on that edit of kamiya hiroshi's voice characters and yes I quickly went to the comment section to know his name.

- I got exposed to knowing him when my friend who stopped watching one piece told me that he often got shipped with luffy and boi after I typed the "LawLu DJ" there I got bombarded with some of their popular comic strips and fanarts that is sometimes questionable and sometimes sweet and fluffy and sweet and some others are traumatizing LMAO SPECIALLY THAT ONE WHERE HE USED HIS DEVIL FRUIT TO CUT HIM AND F HIM 😭. Plus the fact he kinda resemble my boyfriend that's why I found his visual quite appealing...EVEN THE HUMOR AND BRAIN IS ACCURATE LIKE ITS SCARY ASF 😭.

- To kid I kinda find him resemble to bakugo LMAO I DON'T EVEN WATCH MHA YET yet I find him cute and quite funny too.

- Not to mention the manga chapter 1063 and 1079 💀 got me thinking dark humor about then LMAO HELP.

End of Part 1 💗

#one piece #trafalgar law #luffy #roronoa zoro #sanji #eustass kid #portgas d ace #sabo

[iightbringer]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀𝓲. ︱ introduction.

hello all, thank you for taking the time to read this silly little blog intro!  my name is lucifer and you may use any pronouns you feel fit for me, i’m not picky in the least. i am nineteen, going on twenty this year and a proud virgin— i mean .. virgo. i’m terrible at writing bio’s, so here’s just a few things to know about me — i come from a land down unda, i sow chaos, confusion and mild amounts of concern in the hearts of everyone i meet and oh, did i mention how much i fucking love frogs? like, i can’t get enough of those funky little guys. that muppet has inexplicably and irreparably ruined me. and now, moving right along with a word from our sponsor, who just so happens to be the most beautiful, amazing girl in the entire world — my darling girlfriend! love you, boo <3

❝⠀⠀ hi. i'm lucifer's 𝖇𝖊𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖉 &. today i'm here 2 talk abt the one nd the only: lucifer. first, they vvv friendly. it's almost scary bc who tf is that nice. well i have news for u. they are. i'm still shy to approach them even if we're tgt bc they like. rly talented. they modest asf but they're rly good at everything they do. esp writing. nd art. like girl i can't even begin to tell u. u hve to see for yourself. also: charming. so playful but in endearing way. and. that dumbass never fails to make me smile. 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭: so. protective. their loyalty is absolutely. shocking. nd they dn't just give that away. next slide: observant. and so focused on details &. ideas. constantly thinking abt smth. seeing them brainstorm or voice their opinion will never not be fascinating. furthermore: they genuine &. best believe they'll keep it 𝟏𝟎𝟎 w u. they dn't play w bs yk. it took a lot for me to understand they hve good intentions. they're good to me, &. they treat me so well. but now ik it's bc they truly love me. to close: i'm not the type to say sappy things. even tho that's all i did. but meeting them would be so worth it. it was for me. but u better not hurt them. or i'll hve a nice chat with u. anyway. ty for reading this far. if u need me, i'll be busy planning lucifer's demise. farewell.⠀⠀❞

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀𝓲𝓲. ︱ interests.

  ⠀⠀⠀these are the things i enjoy doing⠀…

★ ⠀⠀writing. cosplaying. crafting. roleplaying. drawing. gardening. painting. gaming. singing (badly).

  ⠀⠀⠀and these are a few of my favourite things⠀…

★ ⠀⠀horror movies. fizzy drinks. the colour white. jensen ackles. stuffed animals. religious imagery. vintage music. zombies. andrew scott. musical theatre. mod fashion. imagine dragons. aussie representation. theology. gore. trixie mattel. rainbows. mental stability. pokemon. cats. shopping. crime shows.

  ⠀⠀⠀shows i’m into ⠀…

★ ⠀⠀house m.d. supernatural. the walking dead⁺. banshee. you. hannibal. dexter. sherlock. american horror story⁺. criminal minds. scream queens. lucifer. the boys. the last of us. hazbin hotel.

  ⠀⠀⠀games i’ve played ⠀…

★ ⠀⠀bioshock⁺. mass effect. resident evil⁺. outlast. beyond: two souls. telltales the walking dead⁺. undertale. alice: madness returns. the quarry. detroit: become human. baldurs gate 3. batman: the telltale series⁺. heavy rain. alien: isolation. we happy few⁺. the last of us. until dawn. death stranding.

and for a comprehensive list of horror movies i’ve seen, click here. 

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if you’re interested in a roleplay with me, please do feel free to send me a message and i’ll try to get back to you as soon as possible. i do not & will not roleplay with anyone under the age of eighteen.

  ⠀⠀⠀ do not follow this account if you ⠀…

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⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀— ⠀⠀⠀ are a nsfw blog or frequently post nsfw content.

and i think that’s all, folks. thanks for stopping by and have a lovely day, wherever you are. peace!

#blog intro #intro post #dividers & format made by me #special thanks to my gf for providing such a glowing review and generally being the light of my life 🖤

[leonskennedysfavoritewife]

Back In Town (3/?)

Eddie Munson x Reader

Warnings: jealousy, eating disorder, depression, WHOLESOME ASF, fluffy, drug use, wholesome smut but also kinda dirty.

Long read so I hope everyone enjoys! Took me longer because it gets laggy with how wordy this chapter is, and I didn’t have time for pics in this part but thank you all for the support and have a good read!

The oven’s clock read 6:45 pm.

Still no call or sign of Eddie. He should have been getting off of work about 30 minutes ago. Hopefully he was alright. You finished up your granola bar, tossing the wrapper aside in the trash -defeated.

Then,suddenly, you hear it- the low roar of Eddie’s van. Your knees almost buckle under your running to the couch, and your fingers find their way to the curtains and wedge through the blinds so you could see out.

‘Who is that?’

A slim girl with blonde hair wrapped up in a ponytail gets out of Eddie’s van, laughing at something he says. You waste no time before pulling away from the window and heading to the phone.

*Ring* *Ring* *Ring*

*Click*

“ ‘Yelloow? Hawkin’s Form Tattoos, my name is Tyler- what can I do for you?”

“Hey, Ty. It’s (Y/N). I was just wondering if I could come in- I know it’s my off day but maybe I could help around the shop today?”

“Oh, shit! Hey, uhhh-” There's a shuffle on the other end.

“Of course, you can come in. Everything alright?”

“Y-yeah, just restless today, I guess. Maybe you could come pick me up and we’ll grab some food- bring something for Ashley too?”

“Sounds sick, I have no one else on my books today so I’m just doing some flash. Let me check with Ash, though.”

You wait for a moment. Hoping.

“Alright, yeah. We’re good to go. I’ll swing by and get ya’.”

“Thanks a ton.”

“No prob, girly.”

*Click*

You trudge to your room to throw on something decent, the depression entering your body as you remember the girl Eddie was with. You don’t know why you even cared, you two were enemies two weeks ago- did you really think you’d be all cozy and live happily ever after?

No. That never happened.

______

You plop down into the clothed seat of Tyler’s souped-up red Honda Civic, a large sticker on the windshield that reads ‘Do or Die’. Something you never understood, but then again you didn’t understand cars either.

“Sup. Ready to go?” He asks, hand on the gear-shift.You always found manual cars to be mesmerizing- ‘so much hand work’. You thought.

“Yeah. Inside of the car’s nice, by the way.”

“Thanks, didn’t take you to be much of a car girl.”

“Oh, I’m definitely not, but I can apprecia-” You’re cut off by the sight of Eddie and Blondie exiting his trailer- her stupid face twisted up in a laugh again. And so is his. “-te them for sure.”

You see Eddie look in your direction abruptly as Tyler’s engine roars. He’s backing out now, rolling down the windows and turning up some kind of Thrash band you don’t recognize. You don’t know how you see it, but from here, Eddie looks pissed. More than pissed. You can’t see much more as dirt flies up behind you two.

___

You and Tyler enter the shop with two greasy bags of food in hand. The bell rings, alerting Ashley to your arrival.

“Hey girl! So glad I get to see you today! You know how I am when I’m alone with Tyler- Homicidal.” She grins at the both of you, turning back to her client. The buzzing of the machine fills the air, bringing you back to reality. You go behind the counter and into the back room, setting down the bags on a cart.

Tyler sorts through what belongs to who, telling Ashley where her food will be, before he sits down in his worn leather ‘drawing chair’ and tears through a wrapper- obviously having been too busy to eat dinner yet.

“This was a fantastic idea.” He leans back, in pure bliss at how good his burger is. Surely, it wasn’t that good.

“Well, while we’re here, wanna collab on a flash sheet? I think it’d be fun!” You’re feeling a lot better now, especially since you get to be productive.

Tyler perks up, excited.

“Fuck yeah. I actually haven’t done a sheet with anyone else before, so it’d be an honor of mine.” He smiles, taking another bite of his burger- cheese and juice oozing onto the wrapper.

“Cool! I’ll go ahead and fool around with some ideas, see what we can come up with. You just finish up eating, no rush.”

“You sure? You should eat too, while we have time.”

“Nah, I had dinner before I left.”

Lie.

He looks at you for a moment, before turning back to what he’s doing.

“Well, if you need to stop and take a break- feel free. You’re literally here on your day off.”

“Gotcha.” You go sit down at your desk, which you covered in movie, video game, and crude pin-up stickers- along with a few brand decals. Fumbling through your supplies, you gather a mechanical pencil and a few micro-lining pens.

You flip through some books on your desk, trying to get an idea of what theme you’d like for the sheet so that you can pitch it to Tyler. Then it hits you.

“Hey, Ty. You like Aliens? The movie I mean.”

He turns to you in the swivel chair, “Fuck yeah. Why?”

“Well, I figured it’d be great for our theme!”

“Shit, that’s dope.” He rolls over to your station so he can begin working with you. Your hand starts moving across the paper, you’re drawing a pin-up xenomorph girl, adorned in a leather bodysuit- Along with a few quotes in traditional script. You pass the sheet over to your coworker, letting him add his own designs to the paper.

You both are leaned into each-other, working on both the coloring and lining process. What felt like a few minutes was actually about 2 hours of work. Ashley had finally finished with her client, coming in to grab her food.

“Damn, I’m starving.” She pulls out her chicken-sandwich before looking over to see what you two are working on.

“Holy shit, nice work guys. Mind if I hang that up front when you’re done?”

“Yeah, no problem. That’d be awesome.”

“Cool. Well, I’m all done for the night so if you two wanna close up…”

“Sure, I am just extra help today anyways. Go on home, girl.”

“Yes! Thanks, you’re the best.” She takes a bite of her sandwich before grabbing her purse and keys to leave.

You smile, happy that everyone’s liking the work you’re doing.

“So…” Tyler speaks up.

“Not that it’s my business, but what’s going on with you and that Munson guy? Your neighbor?”

You suck in a breath. Oh yeah. That.

“Ah, well I get rides here and there. We’re good friends- yeah, but today he was a little busy so I just decided to spend my free time here. Be of use, ya know?”

“Oh. I figured you guys had a fight or something. I just wanted to make sure you were alright. I know it’s tough for you to get to work.”

“Yeah, my car should be here any day now- but the drive from California to Hawkins is pretty far and I didn’t feel like having to pay expedited transport fees, ya know? I was put on a waiting list for much cheaper- I was worried about one of those vehicles banging up my car in a rush anyways.”

“Can’t argue with that. I don’t wanna imagine the pain in the ass it is to move so far.”

“Ugh. Don’t even mentio-“

“Not interrupting, am I?”

You jump in your seat, turning to the doorway.

“Oh.” It’s Eddie, who just happened to let himself into the back-office.

“Hey man, you can’t just barge in here.” Tyler stands up, pushing in his chair.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, still trying to be civil.

“Just came to see if you needed a ride home tonight.” Eddie ignores Tyler completely, obviously not taking a liking to him.

You look at Tyler, then back to Eddie.

“Yeah. We’re done here anyways.”

“You sure? You guys seemed pretty cozy, I don’t wan-“

“We’re done here.” You grab your hoodie and the shop keys, letting Tyler handle the lights and putting away extra supplies. You lock up the cabinets and drawers, leading Eddie and Tyler out of the building before locking it and tossing the keys to Tyler.

“See ya.” You tell him.

“Oh, and thanks for the ride.”

“No problem, girly.” He gives you a look of concern but lowers himself down into the driver’s seat. Eddie looks angry, the nickname is bothering him.

You yourself climb into the van, fastening your seatbelt.

“Is everything okay, you weren’t at home so I-“

“I’m fine. How was your date or whatever?” You turn to face the window.

“Date? The hell are you talking about?”

“You know. Blondie.”

Eddie pauses.

“Angie?”

“Oh, cute name.”

“It wasn’t a date. I was fixing up her car at the shop and she needed a ride home- as her ride is severely fucked, mind you. I had to go grab some cash before driving all that way.”

You stay silent.

“Are you mad at me?” He asks, making you feel even more guilty and wanting to run off into the night- never to be seen again.

“N-no. I just… I don’t know..”

“What is it? You can tell me. Anything at all.” You pause. And breathe.

“I just thought you forgot about me, that’s all.” You huff the words out, regretting letting your wall down about your obviously severe abandonment issues.

“Forget about you? Why would I do that? You’re the only good thing in this town.”

You look over at him, your arms crossed.

“You actually mean that?”

He smiles.

“Duh. I don’t make sandwiches for just anyone.”

“But you do give them rides, it seems.”

You regret saying it, but he doesn’t snap like you expect.

“Are you jealous?”

“No. Why would I be? We aren’t dating. I don’t care about who you are or aren’t seeing.”

Lie.

He looks a bit angry, or maybe hurt. Or just surprised?

“Well, I’d care if you were seeing someone. Maybe Tyler, even?” He sounds like he’s asking now.

“Tyler? That’s my coworker. I just asked him to come get me so I could do something other than sit around watching you and Blondie fl-”

“So you were spying, then.”

You bite your tongue.

“N-no. I just.. was excited to see you.”

He smiles, knowing he’s making it difficult for you to stay upset. You hate it.

“Was? Or am?”

You sigh, finally giving in.

“Am.”

“Am so what?” He teases.

“I am SO fucking excited to see you. There, happy?”

“Actually, I AM. I like hearing that from you.”

You feel your face burning, is it on fire? Is the heat on right now? No. It’s something else.

“Why?”

He grabs the steering wheel, moving his hand to the gear shift and into reverse- so he can back out of the parking spot.

“Nothing. I just do.”

Pry. Ask. Do something.

“You can tell me, you know.”

He sucks in a breath.

“It’s because I like you.”

There it is. React.

“I… I like you too.”

Before anyone else says a word- you’re back in your driveway.

“Look.” He puts the van in park and turns to you, serious.

“There isn’t anyone else, and I’m not going anywhere. Ever. Unless you want me to.”

“I don’t want you to.”

His dimples and smile lines appear.

“Okay. By the way, I grabbed this.” he pulls the same brown, greasy bag that held your food earlier from the back of the van.

“You almost left it at work. You should get inside and eat.”

“You’re not coming in?”

“I got work tomorrow, sweets. If you absolutely need me though, I’m a phone call away. Okay?”

“Okay. Goodnight, Eddie.”

He grabs your hand before you can get out.

“Uh, not so fast. I’m still walking you to the door.”

___

The sun shines unbearably through the blinds, and you roll over onto your back- rubbing your eyes.

“Ugh. Fuck.” You look at the alarm clock.

1:52 pm.

“Jesus.”

Stumbling out of bed, you head to the kitchen for a glass of water- before the answering machine beebs. You go over and press to play the message.

“Hey, just making sure you’re okay. I’ll see you when I get off of work. Peace!”

You smirk, thinking it was nice he was actually worried. It made some of your anxiety vanish. Before you can walk away from the receiver again, the phone rings- which you quickly pick up.

“Hello?”

“Hi! Is this Miss (Y/LN)?”

“Yes, this is her.”

“Great! My name is Garette, I’m with Cali Car Transport, we have your car for delivery today, and the driver should be arriving soon.”

You almost squeal with excitement. Fucking finally. It was about time your car was finally being delivered.

“Oh my gosh, great! Thank you for letting me know!”

“Of course. Ma’am. Have a great day!”

“You too!”

*Click*

‘Now, time to wait for my car.’

___

“Alright. Just sign here and I’ll give you the keys.”

The scruffy man offered out a clipboard, which you quickly grabbed and signed as if your life depended on it. Once you gave it back, he held out the keys to you.

“Alrighty, you have a good day, miss.”

“You too!” He climbed back into the 18-wheeler parked out in the road before spurring up dust.

Your beautiful, gray 1987 Toyota SR5 Pick-up truck now sat in your driveway. You were so relieved to have it back.

‘Maybe I should take her for a ride, pass some time.’

You unlock the truck and settle into the passenger seat. Your CDs still sat in the back cab, neatly organized in a box- with some alphabetized inside of a CD case.

You dig through, grabbing one at random.

‘Strangeways, Here We Come- The Smiths’

‘Nice.’ You pop the CD into the player, turning up the music and yanking the seatbelt across your body. You’re ready to go. You hadn’t driven around Hawkins in years, you’ve only been riding around with other people- and it was usually only to work and back home. But you felt confident you’d get around just fine.

‘Just please don’t get lost.’

___

You decide to go by the record store, pick up a few CD’s and maybe some things for Eddie. Though it might be impossible- you didn’t know what he didn’t listen to.

As you enter, you see a couple and the clerk, who looked bored out of her mind. You scan through the Rock and Metal section, picking up a few things that looked interesting enough for Eddie’s taste. As for you, you wanted to touch up your New Wave collection- snatching up the only Smith’s album you didn’t own- and a copy of Floodland by Sisters of Mercy.

Maybe Eddie wouldn’t rag you too hard for what you bought for him.

You go to the counter, paying a total of $35.

For Eddie, you bought:

DIO- The Last in Line

Krokus- Head Hunter

Witchfynde- Give ‘Em Hell

New Order- Substance (This was something for the both of you)

A DIO Guitar pick

A flame patch for his jacket

‘Hopefully he’ll love these.’

___

You close the door behind you, glad you’re finally back home. You had made a trip to the mall after leaving the Record Store, picking up some new clothes and a few things for the trailer- before grabbing some lunch at the food court along with some cookies for dessert. You set the bags down on the armchair and nestle yourself into the couch, beat.

It had been eons since you had been out all day like that- it had you exhausted. You reach over to the end table, pulling an already rolled joint from the tin and lighting it. A few deep puffs and you feel a bit more at ease. You get up, putting the Sisters of Mercy’s CD into the stereo, turning it up loud enough to please your stoned hearing. Your butt finds itself back onto the couch, and you sprawl out, enjoying the music.

*BANG BANG*

The door.

“Come in!” You almost-yell over the music. The screen door squeaks before you see a more-than-welcome sight. Eddie. But not only is he here, he’s wearing a cropped band-tee, it’s too faded for you to tell what it is. His stomach and v-line are visible to the world, and your eyes linger too long thanks to you being a little too baked to look away. You pretend it didn’t happen, but Eddie noticed.

You turn over onto your stomach, your elbows propping up your chin on the arm of the couch.

“Like the shirt.” You mumble out, too confident.

“Thanks.” ‘I can tell.’ He thinks, before kicking his boots off by the door.

“I got you something. Check that bag on the counter.”

“Oooh, is it a pony?” He says jokingly, digging through the plastic.

He stops.

“These are for me?” He holds one of the CD’s, dumbfounded.

“Duh, it’s a thank you present.”

“Oh?”

“For putting up with me. And giving me rides.”

“Well, one: I don’t put up with you, I care about you. Two: I love riding around with you. And three: You just completed my soul with these gifts. So thank you.”

You smile.

“Come sit, we can watch another movie if you want? I’ll make something for dinner, too.”

“Is that even a question? Sounds like a perfect night in.”

“Yay! I’ll get cooking, in the meantime…” You pick up the joint from the ashtray and wave it.

“Finish this off for me, huh?”

___

You and Eddie sit at the dining table. Instead of on opposite sides, he’s seated next to you, looking down at your plate. You made tacos, one of Eddie’s favorite comfort dishes.

The both of you joke around, finishing up your food. He offers to put the plates in the dishwasher- something that you thought was cute of him to even offer.

While he loads it up, you find yourself back on the couch, the peak of your high settling into your body- and Eddie now sitting next to you once more.

“So, what’s the movie for tonight?” He asks, draping his arm behind you.

“Predator.”

“Fuck yes.” He perks up a little.

Your eyes wander down his stomach again, that patch of hair and your eyes seem magnetized now.

‘Thank god it’s dark.’

You think he doesn’t notice you staring- but he does.

You get deja vu from the last time you had both been on the plaid couch, watching a cheesy horror film. The butterflies have returned- but this time the high and the fluttering creatures have made their way lower in your body. Maybe your body is finally catching up to the lack of sexual activity you’ve had in…you don’t even remember how long.

You don’t want to think like that though. Eddie’s sweet, and you don’t wanna fuck it up. Maybe unless he does, too. You don’t even know what you’re thinking.

Then, you forget where you’re at- and lean your head into his chest. You feel him tense and peer down at his belly again. ‘Stop.’

“This is nice.” He says, breaking your anxiety.

“I-I agree.”

He starts to play with your hair again.

‘Focus on the Movie. Focus on the movie.’

But you fail.

“Eddie?”

“Yeah, sweets?”

“About last night.”

“What about it?”

“When you said you liked me.”

“O-oh.”

“Did you mean it… like that?”

He doesn’t respond for a moment.

“I-Uh. Yeah. I did.”

You sit up, pulling your knees under you and turning to him. The eye contact is deadly now. Your brain is too high to keep you from saying what you want.

He speaks again before you do.

“I like you. A lot. I’m just scared that I’ll mess this up.” You quickly lessen the distance between the two of you.

Eddie puts a hand to your cheek, stroking it with his thumb.

“You’re beautiful, you know?”

It takes you aback, but your weed-induced confidence is loud and proud.

“So are you.” He seems just as surprised. He had never had anyone call him that. But he liked it.

“Come here.” He coos, taking his other arm and pulling you in.

Your lips melt into his, soft and warm. Every good emotion you can possibly feel comes crashing down on you like a landslide.

He snakes a hand up to your neck, stroking it like he did your cheek. It sends signals to every nerve ending in your body- it’s so perfect. You wrap a hand up in his hair, lightly grabbing a fistful. He groans into your mouth, biting your lip gently in response. Your loose brain betrays you- and a moan crosses out.

You’re self conscious for a moment. But Eddie eats it up.

“Fuck, baby. You sound so pretty.” Your left hand is on his thigh now, and you squeeze.

Eddie pulls you into his lap, running his hands down your sides- right across the exposed skin from your tank top that had ridden up. Your tongues rub together, the sensation sending a message to your groin.

You grind down on Eddie and feel how hard he is- but you want him even harder.

“Yeah, like that, baby. Feel good for you?”

You nod, grabbing onto his hair with both hands now- being a bit more rough. Eddie bucks up into you- making you yelp.

Before you know it, he’s pushed you onto your back.

“You alright?”

“Mhm. Are you?”

He pulls off his shirt.

“I’m wonderful. Just trying to thank god real quick for the fact that you exist.”

He grabs the hem of your tank top, looking at you for permission to keep going.

“Please, Eddie. I want you.”

“Don’t worry, baby. You have me.”

He pulled the shirt off, your bare breasts exposed to him- you had skipped out on a bra quite often. Something Eddie DID notice but had to refrain from paying attention to- out of respect. Or the fact that he would be popping boners constantly around you.

Eddie slinks down to your breasts, massaging one while he takes the nipple of the other into his mouth. He lightly pinches it with his teeth and flicks his tongue over it, making you arch your back and moan out.

Suddenly, you’re noticing every touch- whether it’s the fabric barely brushing against your clit or the way his right hand is touching your inner thigh. They were overly sensitive- and you had a feeling that he somehow sensed that.

You’re squirming under him, almost too dazed to notice his hand slip beneath your pants and into your underwear.

You break the silence, panicking.

“I’m sorry- I haven’t exactly… shaved.”

He looked down at you, puzzled, through his mop of hair hanging down. He quickly yanks your pants off of you, your underwear coming with.

“You don’t have to apologize for that, I think it’s hot.”

Eddie wasn’t lying. He had a few moments where he thought about what you had rocking underneath your pants. Bush? Shaved? He had preferred hair, though. There was just something about it that he loved.

He grabs your knees, pushing them apart to look at you. You get nervous at the thought of him fully seeing you- but he just told you how he felt- so there was no need to worry yourself.

“Mind if I…” He asks.

You prop yourself up on your elbows, confused.

“Well, maybe I should just show you, then.”

Eddie sits you up, your legs hanging off of the couch. He settles in between your thighs, his mouth attaching to your clit and sucking.

You almost jump out of your skin.

“Holy shit. Fuck.” You moan out, gripping onto his hair.

He laps away, flicking his tongue right on your bud. You swear you’re seeing stars- right before your stomach knots.

“Eddie. Fuck. I’m about to-“

He doesn’t stop, he instead inserts a finger into you- and then a second. They curl into your spongy spot, making you jerk and snap your knees around him.

“S-sorry Eds.”

“Don’t be sorry baby. Just means I’m doing good.”

“Fuck. fuck. Oh, Eddie.”

You feel the release, followed by him furthering his motions to let you ride out your orgasm- meanwhile, he’s losing his mind at the way you say his name.

Once he thinks you’ve had enough, he pulls away and moves to plant a kiss on your forehead.

Then Eddie stands to remove his jeans, followed by his boxers- and returns to the couch, settling you onto your back once more.

You take a glance at how well-endowed he is, it was easy to see through his jeans but it’s even more intimidating without. Almost as if you’re seeing something you weren’t meant to- but took pleasure in anyways. He pulls out a condom from his pants on the floor, rolling it down onto his shaft.

The heat between your legs is unbearable, and Eddie positions himself over your entrance- gliding past you sensitive bits in the process to coat himself well enough.

He looks at you.

“You sure you want to do this? We can stop at any time, okay?”

You smile, appreciative that he’s so considerate but you’re also desperately horny for him.

“I want this. Please.” Your hands travel up to his shoulders for you to brace yourself- and Eddie sinks down into you slowly.

“Fuck, baby. This wet for me?”

“Y-yes, Eddie.”

Once he’s fully in- you take notice of how full you are. Your poor cervix is flush against his cock.

Eddie drags his hips back- slamming back into you. Again. And again. Your moans are getting careless, along with Eddie’s groans.

“Fuck baby. You’re being so good f’me.”

He nestles his mouth over your neck, leaving swollen, red and purple patches in the process.

“E-Eddie!” You half care-half don’t.

His lips grin against you while he starts thrusting into you faster- and harder.

“Let this be my affirmation that you don’t have to worry about anyone else, huh?” He says, groaning. The sound of flesh hitting against you, along with both of your forbidden noises fills the room quite loudly.

“-and, if you ever even thought about Tyler- I want this to make you forget about him.”

You nod, too pleasured to respond properly.

“I want you to say it.”

“Say what, Eds?”

“Say you don’t give a shit about Tyler- fuck. You’re so fucking tight. J-just be a sweet girl and tell me you don’t care about that asshole.”

His jealousy takes you aback- you had been jealous too, but you didn’t think he’d be the type. Either way, it turns you on.

“I don’t give a shit about him!” You whine, your legs hooked around his thighs now to pull him closer.

His hips are crashing against your ass and lower thighs at an ungodly force, surely leaving behind marks.

Eddie reaches a thumb down to your clit, rubbing with just the right pressure. He can feel you clenching around him.

“Glad to hear it. When he’s saying some stupid shit to you at work- I want you to think of this.” Your belly is knotting again.

“I w-will. F-fuck! Eddie, I’m gonna cum again!”

“That’s alright baby. Cum on me, it’s okay.”

You feel the shockwave once more, the dragging of Eddie’s cock along your walls becomes ten times more sensitive.

“Fuck baby, keep moaning like that. I’m almost there.”

He comes down on you as hard as he can muster, your noises making his cock twitch as he releases into the latex. He lets out a mix of whimpers and a groan, still thrusting with decreasing pace to ride out his high.

He pulls out of you and throws the condom in the nearby bin, before he pulls you into his arms on top of him.

Eddie plants a few kisses on your face while rubbing a hand down your back.

“You okay?” He asks, desperately wanting to make sure you’re comfortable.

“Mhm. More than okay.”

He chuckles, tangling a hand up in your hair to play with it- something he seems to love doing.

———

Steam blows out of the room as you open the bathroom door. You took a shower and put on some fresh clothes- one of your oversized t-shirts and loose pajama pants.

Eddie is still asleep on the couch, and you decide to wake him up so that he can get into your bed and not have terrible back pain in the morning.

You both crawl into the blankets, exhausted from earlier.

“Mm. You’re so warm.” He mumbles into your neck.

You smile, knowing this will be the best sleep you ever get.

‘Maybe every night will be this good.’

@sidthedollface2

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #stranger things #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie x reader #reader x eddie munson

[hypaalicious]

Wait wait wait back up, what’s this about you writing an otome? 👀 I live for otomes i need deets (if you’re allowed to give details that is). —💕

It’s based on the novel I wrote, which… reminds me, I need to get at the publisher and see how that’s going. Anyway, you play as Black woman in her mid-20s who leads a very average life in an average city. She works customer service and kinda hates it but it pays the bills. She’s introverted asf, has costuming/cosplay as her main hobby, and generally just minds her business.

Until one day, she’s approached by a man who is way too pretty to be real, and eventually she finds out why.

She’s apparently the “Prime”, which is a label given to a human to arbitrate a millennia-long dispute between two ancient races; the Hellenians and the Draconians. She has the power to gift a magical, eternal Flame to either race which will in turn grant them free passage to the human realm.

But of course, it’s not as simple as she thinks it’ll be. There’s information hidden from her, and she’ll have to navigate her feelings while basically being a chess piece between (hot asf) immortal beings. Said beings will not hesitate to seduce her to get her to choose, either.

So… yeah! You’ll play this MC and get to choose for yourself which race wins in the end, as well as a finale route that opens after you’ve completed all the others. Is it ambitious? Yes. Am I doing it anyway? Absolutely.

There are 8 main characters you’ll get to know. I hope people will like them. 🥺

@louisvuittontrashbags is helping me ☺️ She made her own VN (which slaps, btw; if you haven’t checked out Akash: Path of the Five then PLS DEW IT) and knows the ropes and is insanely talented. So I’m in good hands through this development!

While I can’t share any concept art or anything, I can post the one (1) commission I got done last year on a whim of one of the main LIs!

Meet Leon Exousia, High Lord of Hellenia.

(done by the amazing @/m0queur on Twitter… unsure if they’re active on Tumblr)

He’s bougie, kinda naive about humans, and loves French fries. 😂 I love him. 🥺

#is it narcissistic to love your own creations? #I literally never fucked with OCs before I had to basically do it to write my novel #and now I love them all #I refuse to call them blorbos tho #fuck that term to hell LMFAO #anon ask

[ye-local-simp]

Hallo hallo was binging ur acount and saw the twst matchup event and I rarely do this things but the way you did your matchups interested me and wanted to try it out myself, so it's my first time trying this so apologies for any grammatical mistakes you don't have to do it if you're busy wish you a good day congrats on the 400 followers (✿^‿^)

Appearance wise I'm a 5'4 Southeast Asian gal with dark brown hair and eye color. I don't have a significant style since I love to experiment with any aesthetic in a tomboyish kinda way if that makes sense? but one thing's for certain I always wear pants no shorts or skirts.

My zodiac sign is Libra and my MBTI type is Intp I am a very very introverted person so when first meeting me in real life I tend to be rather very quiet, awkward and unexpressive since I don't really like socializing that much irl, but online I tend to be more confident in which I tend to be more flamboyantly cocky, I definitely have trust issues so I tend to keep my distance from acquaintances politely and be more skeptical about interactions even if I seem friendly but get to know the actual me well I'm someone who likes to be laid-back honedt person who keeps their options open and daydream alot or be quite loud and tend to make not very family friendly humour and when I got something in mind I don't back away from it no matter how stupid it seems which makes me a bit stubborn and reckless at times. in my friend group I'm the "Girlboss" they can always rely on as I'm usually the that plans as a group or the one they go for advice as I make sure to keep an open mind, listen and give my honest opinion without making it seem sugarcoated, I'm also very attentive as I'll always remember even the slight details of anything like my friends messages through texts,no matter how insignificant they may think it is like their interests likes dislikes I'd like to hear them talk about it speaking of which I sometimes point out problems they've never realized they had.

I feel like my message is getting rather too lengthy so I'll try to make it shorter, I absolutely love Money (I'm broke ASF) sweet foods,Gacha games, lore and watching game plays or analysis vids varying from style analysis or horror game related stuff

I dislike Spicy food and dealing with people with a closed off mindsets.

My hobbiess consist of drawing, spending uneedless hours grinding on a game that involves gacha since I'm a f2p player and I love earning, oh also lore research.

My love languages is acts of service cuz I'm willing to do ANYTHING FOR THE PEOPLE I LOVE WHOOOO oh and also words of Affirmation, but in like a passive aggressive kinda manner because I can't handle saying anything cheesy without laughing. then third would be Gift giving, cuz I love the idea of working on something to give it for someone to be happy about and appreciate.

That's it thank chu if u plan in doing it sorry if it's so long and messy (◕દ◕)

I am going to match you up with...

Idia!!

-Idia likes to date people who tends to kind of act like him since he is then 100% certain that you understand his emotions without him actually saying much.Idia is rich so he would definitely help you pay expenses that is stressing you out as long as that isn't the sole reason of your relationship.

-Most of your dates consist of you two playing gacha games in his room whilst eating candy or hanging out with Ortho. He is definitely relived that you two are into the same thing since it makes it fairly easier for him to please you and talk to you with out getting flustered beyond repair.

-If you like sweet compliments in a passive aggressive manner, Idia is your man, even he cringes at cringy pick up lines so he does this anyways to avoid being haunted by what he said for the rest of his life.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland fluff #twst scenarios #twst fluff #twst headcanons #twst x reader #twst match up event #twst matchup #twisted wonderland matchup event #twisted wonderland matchup

[solsticejrnl]

Quarter :P

Trying to account for 366 days is doable, but I wanna break it into more feasible quarterly stuff. I've had 2 weeks to just be, and I started spring semester a week ago so I've found my footing and groove in my schoolwork. Now, I wanna actually consider the goals I want to achieve by March. I'm thinking off the top of my head about what I want that is feasible if I put the excuses aside and work for it by then.

The first thing that came to mind is fitness. Today I did yoga, which was good. I did it for an hour before my first class. After rotting in bed, I got out of bed, and that's what matters. No gym because I didn't wake up early enough and the machines were taken when I got back to my dorm. That's an excuse. I need to start 3x a week gym and daily yoga and stretching until I have enough endurance to add in pilates exercises. I KNOW what I want to look like and I don't think I truly have it in me to keep being the one staring and wishing I were someone else. we gotta switch the roles, and quickly. my goal is temi ojora. yes I have an unhealthy fixation on her, but she's just so aspirational. she runs track so maybe its her, maybe its track body but I need to get my ass up rn if this is my goal.

Like I don't even want to compare, but she stands out physically among people, and I wanna do the same! I have the platform: long limbs, long torso, long legs, straight shoulders etc etc etc I just need to get to work.

The next is nutrition. Now, today I ate one meal bc I'm busy and I'm trying to downsize my appetite forreal. I'm trying the whole 80% health and nutrition and 20% indulgence thing rn and honestly just thugging out my cravings. no liquid cals, no crazy sweet treats, no greasy fast food, no junk snacks. my chest hurt writing that bc i ate a burger and 2 cookies yesterday, and i could honestly conquer the world at that point ughhh. but today the dining served literal slop so i ate white rice with spinach and pulled pork just so i could have flavor on the rice and I intentionally didn't finish. but I'm doing better with nutrition lowkey. I'm tall asf I burn mad calories anyways.

SCHOOL. I'm doing this project, and it's lowkey crushing me. I have a civil engineering class and architecture ones. I just want to chillllll bro. But I want the life any way I might as well be willing to think. I'm on the dean's list already. I wanna get on the president's list this semester, so I'm trying to get there by all means.

I'm tired of being broke so I'm getting a job. I already applied and got a callback so I'm actually bringing them my documents tmr. i just want my first-ever paycheck bro. I feel soooo bad spending bc I have no money ever bc I only get an allowance. if I had a job I could get credit and do things and actually feel grown.

I've been feeling things and the things are feeling like I'm missing something. I feel like I need to do more inner work. I place too much value on people outside of me and look for attention in all the wrong places, I stay in situations due to attachment, I'm not self-aware, and I need to get myself together and find motivation out of mediocrity. I'm gonna go back to therapy and have actual goals for it instead of just venting and leaving.

So yeah this quarter is about me: my mind, my body, my money, and my relationship to myself and to work and to my situation.

if it is a situation i can correct, then wtf am I waiting for. My actions simply must align with my goals.

[merymikey]

Headcanons of dating Tae Young ♡

Notes : I am not a writer, I just wanna post this for no reason LMAFAOSOAO. These are not canon, these are just headcanons that I made out of boredom!!

Tae Young likes matching clothes with you! If he sees something cute from a store or a mall, expect him to go around trying to find a matching one. If he can’t he’ll just make a custom one cause he’s rich lmaosjdoao

He likes to cuddle! After dance practice, he’ll go and shower first [duh] then cuddle with you in bed.

Would give you this look that reads “I’m so lucky they’re mine” or “I can’t believe someone amazing like them are mine!!” And would smile at you in a loving way.

He just loves you bro, now give him more😡😡

If you’re tired, he’ll do everything for you! Cook, wash the dishes, buy groceries, everything!

“Do you want water? You don’t have to stand up, I can get one for you!”

“What are you doing? Go back to bed, I’ll do it for you! You have to rest well.”

He has a collection of nail polishes. You guys would always have your nails in different colors and designs.

Skincare routines!! FACE MASKS FACE MASKS!!!!

Your skin will look beautiful asf, you lookin’ like you shed your skin off like a spider.

UUHHHH

ANYWAYS—

GIFTS GIFTS GIFTS!!! EXPENSIVE ONES TOO! But I think he’s the type of person who would buy cheap stuff/wouldn’t buy a lot of expensive things.

He likes animals yes, but he also has a green thumb! He has a few plants in y’alls house and he takes care of them! Hell, he even talks to them.

They have names too

He gave you his cactus named Jeremy [you better take care of it 😡😡😡😡]

anyways

HAIR CLIPS!!!! JUST LIKE WITH THE NAIL POLISH, HE ALSO HAS A COLLECTION OF HAIR CLIPS AND ACCESSORIES lAND THEY MATCH WITH Y’ALLS OUTFITS <333

Good with makeup!! When you guys do a makeup session together and you’ll like a whole goddamn prince/princess.

I SWEAR, HE GIVES YOU ALL OF HIS AFFECTION IM NOT KIDDING. HE’LL SHOWER YOU WITH KISSES ONCE HE COMES BACK HOME

He would take these quizzes on the internet about animals and to test his knowledge about them. With you beside him ofc, you need to learn too mf.

He’ll randomly say “I love you” or “사랑해요” whenever and wherever he’s so fucking sweet I can’t

“Hey [Y.name]?”

“Hm? Yeah?”

“사랑해요 ♡”

He has multiple photos of you on his phone. He takes a lot of pictures of you. LIKE A LOT.

His album / gallery is FULL of pictures of you and him together.

Like

You’re just minding your own business right,

Then you’ll just hear someone take a photo of you. Ofc that “someone” is your man.

He would talk about you to his friends and they probably know a lot about you now because of your man being a total simp/j

He gave you this bracelet with his initials on it. He also has one and shows it off when he has a chance on stage.

“So, anyways! Look at this cute bracelet I have with my lovers initials on it!”

#GAGO #NAKIKILIG AKO SA MGA SARLING HEADCANONS #KO #AAAAJWJSJEHCID #kalokohan lng po ito #NDI PO AKO WRITER AH HAHAHAHAHA #tae young #tae young 4 town #pixar turning red #turning red #4 town #pixar #🎡.meryheadcanons #🍥.meryfics #🍓.txt #🍨.merymikey

[changlix-mp4]

skz reaction to you being needy

(with scenarios)

genre : suggestive ,, fluff uwu

warning : use of petnames , suggestive , slight dry humping, slight make out? , playful behaviour teasing , whiny reader, shy reader (depends in some)

❁ reactions with scenarios

❁ A/N : I feel like some are out of context , but I hope you’ll like it tho ,, please don’t mind the many mistakes :(

❁ Feedbacks are very welcomed ♡ let me know which one is your fav :)

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• Chan : I think my boy will find it a bit funny and cute at the same time,, at the way you’re whining and all. He’ll of course help you ;) (the loml) ♡

You were sat on the couch staring at your husband working. His beautiful fingers typing on the keyboard of his laptop rapidly. His bottom lip caughed between his teeth, his eyebrows furrowed, totally immersed into whatever he was doing. He was so handsome you couldn't resist him. When he tapped his finger on his kissable plump lips it was the last straw. You got up from your spot walking to him. He looked up smiling at you "hi baby" , you put your hands on his shoulders straddling him. Chan's hands instinctively came to your hips. You buried your head in the crook of his neck starting sucking lightly on the sensitive skin. Chan groaned caressing your sides "what's up babygirl?" he chuckled when he felt your hands on his belt trying to unbuckle it quickly. "I need you" you whined. He cupped your cheek softly "Can I finish-" you pouted playing with the collar of his black shirt "please Chan" you whined again, fingers toying with the bottons already unbuttoning them " I really really need you" you bite your lip grinding on his crotch , looking at his veiny hands "right. now" imagining how they would look all over your bare skin . "pleaseee" you pleaded desperately as you gripped on his bicep. Chan looked at you quiet surprise at how needy you were. It was kind of funny how you acted but you were just so cute sitting on him, all whiny for him. He sighed before getting up with you in his arms "ok babygirl , you asked for it. Everything for my princess" he smirked before kissing you walking to your bedroom. This night was a busy one ;)

( I’m a sucker for husband Chan sorry )

• Lee Know : I think Minho will tease you asf. He will make you needier and beg for him , evil boy #1  ♡

You were in the kitchen trying to find something to eat until Minho entered the living room and sat on the couch. Just his presence can intimidated you. He does the bare minimum and can turn you on easily. Minho was bouncing his leg unconsciously as he was on the phone talking with Jisung. Your legs turned into jelly as you gripped on the kitchen counter to steady yourself. Boy just breathing and you're weak. His thighs were your weakness, they were so muscular , firm just .. wow. He suddenly looked at you smilling , you stopped breathing for a moment before smilling back. Lord why I am like this ? you thought. He kept on doing that for minutes and it drove you crazy . You moaned unintentionally as you thought of riding his thighs. " ok I'm done" you muttered to yourself desperately. You walked over to him sitting on one of his well-built thigh. He looked at you confused before smirking when he realized that you were horny. The pressure of his strong muscle against your throbbing clit made you whimper. Minho hung up and rested his body back on the couch "is my kitten horny?" he said teasingly. You nodded shyly looking away embarrassed. He laughed turning your flustered face to look at him. Glancing at your position on his thigh, he smirked "do I turn you on baby? Do my thighs make you horny?" he whispered playfully. No answer. Minho bounced his leg making you lose your balance and fell onto his chest. "tell me what you want? want to ride my thigh kitten?" he bite your earlobe. A weak "yes" left your throat as hummed, his hands behind his head. "beg for it" he said before bouncing his leg again. You moaned the pleasure and your needs getting unbearable. "p-please Minho". He smiled mischievously "c'mon baby, tell me. Tell me you want to ride my thigh . Say it hm . Beg for it" he purred looking down at your needy figure "please I need you.. I want t-to ride your thigh" he laughed flexing his muscle when you sobbed quietly. "I didn't hear you. Can you repeat my dear?" teasing dripping from his tongue.

• Changbin : He’ll get a bit needy and shy shy shy . Just by the way you whine , makes him whine too ( ugh binnie’s whines tho <3 ) ,, he won’t tease you at all ( uwu my baby ♡ )

You and Changbin were coming back home from a little walk at the park,, when you entered your living room you tripped over Changbin's bag that was on the floor. Changbin immediately ran to you, helping you standing up, one of your hand went to his shoulder the other one grabbed his bicep. The way it flexed under your palm when he helped you up made you froze on your spot . "y/n you're ok?" he asked caressing your hair. "baby are you ok?" he asked again cupping your cheeks. You squeezed his bicep eyes focused on the hard muscle "your.. you're .. I mean" you stammered. His arms were so big , so muscular.. you knew it already but you never really focused on them. You just wanted to touch them and grip on them like when you- "Binnie , I want you" you suddenly whined. Changbin released a breath he didn’t know he was holding "your- you look so good" you whispered shyly. His heart stopped, the compliment turning his cheeks red. How can something so "normal" affect you this way? Were you crazy? "babe" you whined pulling him by his shirt. Changbin whined as you played with the hem of it. "I need you" you pouted grabbing his hands putting them on your waist craving to feel his hands on your body " shit I need you too" he whined throwing his head back. "C'mere baby" he tapped your thigh signalling you to jump. You eyes didn't miss the way his shirt hugged his bicep tighter. Changbin whined again "stop looking at my arms" he hid his face into the crook of your neck leaving little pecks on the soft skin.

• Hyunjin : Like Minho , he will tease you. But not as much as him. I think he’d be surprised . He’ll smirk and chuckle at you , before giving you the attention you’re craving for ♡

Hyunjin ran his long fingers into his soft locks pushing them back , tying them. He bite his plump lip concentrated while doing so. He's so hot. Just by tying his long black hair. yes. His hair looked so beautiful , soft as silk.. you just wanted to play with them , caress them feeling the texture.. pull on them. You spaced out, many thoughts running through your mind.. your eyes started cascading to his beautiful lips imagining biting on them , then to his neck marked with hickeys , then his collarbones , eyes travelling down his muscular thighs.. he was just so perfect. Your mouth ajar, you could had swore you were drooling over him . Hyunjin snapped his fingers in front of your face pushing you out of your "interesting" thoughts "hey pretty one, did you hear me?" you shaked your head. "well I asked what ya’ want to watch?" how can someone be so pretty? His eyes , his nose , his cheek, his mole under his eye (...) "ok” He sighed "hello .. y/n. You spaced out again? What’s going on? What are you daydreaming about? Is something wrong? tell me baby" he said concerned. " I want you" you trailed off . "huh?" he asked taken aback not sure about what you say . "you heard me Hyunjin" you whined looking away. "say it again princess" he smilled teasingly "I want you" you breathed out. He chuckled " hm that's why you weren't listening to me huh . You were having weird thoughts about me" he smirked playfully "weird thoughts? what? shut up" you slapped his arm before pushing stands of hair out of his face. "Come here" Hyunjin pulled you closer by your waist as he bent down to kiss you slowly his hand cupping your cheek the other one resting on your thigh. Your hand flew to his silky hair, pulling at them slightly making him moan.

• Jisung : Boy will get a bit cheesy because he knows he is the reason why you’re needy? Will tease you a bit. He’ll be all over you the second after ♡

Han was talking with Chan and Changbin about the new song they were working on. He was sitting on the desk, one hand holding his ice americano the other one resting on his thigh. You couldn't looked away, he was just so cool today. His red beat headphone hanging around his neck, his red supreme headband, his not-so-oversized black hoodie, black ripped jean.. e-boy Jisung was your weakness ( everyone's weakness). “I think it can work" Chan announced as Changbin nodded. "Ok then, I’ll do that and we’ll see about it tomorrow" Jisung replied. Chan and Changbin waved at you before walking out the studio. Jisung stretched his arms , arching his sore back due to the way he stayed for minutes. Was he doing it on purpose you thought. Because damn the way he threw his head back made you gulped. He looked at you coming in your direction, crouching in front of you " I’ll have to stay a bit longer, if you wanna go home to-" — "no no , I’ll stay with you" you replied right away making him chuckle. “As you wish sweetheart" he kissed your lips softly making you whimper closing your eyes shut. That was so embarrassing , you just wanted to disappear engulfed into the couch as Jisung looked up at you his eyes wide open. "baby" he started resting his hands on your thighs . You bite your lips, breathing a bit heavily, just feeling his hands on your skin turned you on , how was this possible? He got the hint laughing at you "what’s so funny ugly frog?" you rolled your eyes. "are you.. horny?" his beautiful teeth making their appearance . "no! I’m not... you just look good today.. that’s all" you sighed looking at his fingers drawing little patterns on your thigh. You saying that boosted his ego “so .. I’m so hot it turns you on huh?" you glared at him . You stayed silent making him smirk knowing he was right "aw baby" he purred hand caressing your arm slowly. This bitch was teasing . " let your handsome and sexy boyfriend take care of you" he said before getting up taking your hands in the process to make you stand up too . He pushed you closer to him by your waist, kissing your cheek "are you always turn-on when I’m with you?" Jisung smirked his lips ghosting over yours "shut up idiot". He smiled kissing you passionately, his kisses travelling to your neck making you moan . “You must feel lucky to have such a good-looking boyfriend huh?" He muttered against your skin "oh fuck off" you pushed him away ready to leave, cheeks burning . "Don’t be like that, I’m kidding . Come here love" he hugged you, his hand finding its place on your lower back. "Let me make it up to you". Jisung whispered playing with the hem of your hoodie.

• Felix : Lixie , Sunshine , will somehow find you cute and will do anything to help you ( my cute baby <3 ) ,, He’ll give you so much love uwu ♡

Felix was baking, his delicious brownies smelling heavenly. He was so breathtaking as you admire him from your sit. A bit of chocolate on his cheek, flour on his chin .. he looked so hot yet adorable. You smiled like an idiot at your boyfriend. One of the spoon fell on the floor so you rushed to pick it up and put in the sink. "thanks baby" he said kissing your cheek. He blessed you with one of his precious smiles, eyes forming little crescents. His small hand went to grab a dishcloth, his fingers adorned with rings made you feel some type of ways. Your eyes stayed glued on them- "want to taste one?" he asked "t-taste what?" you gulped "one of the brownies?" He looked at your flustered face. "Of course!” you replied excited. Even if you were mesmerized by his fingers, his brownies were something you can’t get enough. You were practically drooling just by looking at them. Felix chuckled before grabbing one to feed you. You opened your mouth before biting on it, your lips grazing around his finger. Your cheeks started heating up "sooooo?" he asked excited. "de-li-cious!! Like always" you hummed. He smiled proudly "thank you baby”. He turned back to the brownies putting some in a box for Changbin. his hands.his fingers.his hands.his fingers.. Felix took one of the brownies to eat. When he turned to you again, you laughed "what?what is it?" he asked confused before laughing with you. "You've got chocolate on your nose and lips" you smiled before laughing again. First of all , how is it possible to eat brownies and get chocolate on your nose? anyway , he was so cute. He laughed before coming to you "clean it for me?" he said cutely resting his flour-covered-hands on your waist. You were about to grab a napkin to wipe the chocolate off his lips , when he bent down. Felix just wanted to be closer so you can wipe it easily but you got a different message . You stopped moving, not knowing what to do, his lips looked so kissable , soft and right now so sweet. And his pretty hands on your waist - lord he is your weakness. Without thinking , you attached your lips to his, surprising him, tasting the chocolate as you lightly suck on it. You moaned into the kiss. You pulled him closer trying to feel his body on yours, one hand cupping his cheek the other one fingers tangled in his hair. You were on fire, you just wanted him. Wanted to feel his lips, his touches all over your body, the cold rings on your skin making goosebumps raise on your skin.. that's what you wanted. You wanted all of him. Felix embraced you into his arms, arms hugging you tightly. You pulled away to catch your breath admiring his little freckles as he smiled at you. Your cheeks started heating up when you realized your bold action, but it wasn't your fault. He was just so tempting. " I want you" you whispered looking down embarrassed "you have me" he whispered back as he caress your hair gently. "like.. you know.." you trailed out "I know honey" he kissed your temple, you were too cute for him right now, his heart flustered "c'mere, let me love you" he sweetly said before hugging you, enveloping your lips into a loving kiss.

• Seungmin : He will make you wait for a long time . Acts like he’s not affected by you , evil boy #2 ♡

Seungmin was practicing his vocal, his singing was so good. Everytime he sings, it felt like you’re listening to an angel. He was so cute, his hair messy, casual clothes on .. he looked so fluffy you just wanted to hug him. You didn't know what happened but when you heard his deep voice.. you stopped breathing. What? Seungmin wanted to change a bit to see and try to sing in a deeper voice. You'd never heard that sound before but you wanted , needed to hear it again. You stared at him fascinated , you probably looked weird and dumb but yea. He furrowed his eyebrows reading the lyrics again and again. When he started singing again and his voice got deeper, your mouth fell open, throat getting dry.. that was so hot. You ears just had one of the best eargasm they ever had (lmao). You released the breath you were holding heavily , getting his attention "so? what do you think? It’s not deeper than Felix’s but i tried" he joked. "you sounded so fucking hot" you said out loud without thinking. Seungmin eyes widened, surprised by your bold comment. "I mean no- no yes hm I meant it was great .. yea it was great!" You tried not to be awkward but guess you failed . He laughed loudly when he looked at you embarrassed face. Why? So much hate tf . Well, hearing his deep voice sent butterflies into your lower stomach.. it affected you so much that just thinking about it made you whimpered. Thinking about hearing those sounds again when you guys are- *wink wink* . You stayed quiet for a moment feeling the wetness starting forming down there when he wrote some note on his sheets. Seungmin noticed the way you were rubbing your thighs and playing with your fingers. He just smirked “you good there baby?" He asked teasingly. You knew he was doing this on purpose. You got up to come sit next to him, hand resting on his thigh as you started leaving little kisses on his shoulder. Seungmin didn’t move, acting like you weren’t there. Even when you started stroking his thigh, he stayed still. “Minnie” you whined “ I need you please” he looked at you unbothered “I’m working sorry” — “but-are you serious?” You asked a bit annoyed when he smirked “no. Now let me work baby. Thank you” he said . Seungmin put a pillow over his lap and rest his sheet on it, hiding his hard-on. He decided to acted like he wasn’t affected by your needy state and make you more desperate.

• Jeongin : cute boy <3 . He’ll be soft for you. He’ll get needy too. Will take care of you ( my babyyy ) ♡

You were standing in front of your big closet, searching for one of your husband’s hoodie to sleep in (that's so fucking cute help). When you came out of the bathroom, you were meet with one of the prettiest view you ever seen. Jeongin was sitting on the edge of the bed, eyes glued to his phone as he was waiting for you. The way he was sitting made your head spin : manspreading. (that’s so hot just imagine) . He was just so attractive right now you could just jump on him and devour his lips. When he finally looked at you, he smiled opening his arms for you to come hug him. so cute shit. You smiled back timidly walking to him. " aw you're so cute baby" he said cutely when he took in your appearance. His over-sized hoodie reaching the middle of you thigh. Jeongin pulled you closer to him to hug you tightly, resting his head on your tummy. The butterflies. The fucking butterflies. You felt this familiar feeling in your lower stomach making you weak and bite your lips. "so warm" he giggled. He looked up at your flustered face "what is baby?" — "nothing" you smiled lightly. "hm , so what about..cuddle?" he smiled widely. You chuckled before he pulled you on his lap, one hand on your waist , the other one placed on your thigh. You were sat right on his crotch and you would have lied if you said you weren't turned on. You shifted a bit on his lap trying to get comfortable and try to ignore the little "spark" between your legs . But he made it difficult by the way his fingertips caressed their way up and down your thigh. A gentle , innocent affectionate gesture that made you weak to the point you let a soft moan past by your lips. His touches so soft and so pleasing.. so good. Jeongin looked at you in your eyes , mouth ajar as his cheeks turned a light pink. "I'm.. I'm sorry-" you started before he hushed you caressing your sides. "you're so cute" he smiled lovingly, cupping your cheek before attaching his lips with yours. He kissed you gently, forgetting about your surrounding. You started grinding on him slowly unconsciously , the moment exciting you a bit. Jeongin moaned into the kiss pulling away to breath. "baby" he whispered "look at what you did" his gaze on his bulge as he gripped your hips grinding them foward again, pushing you harder on him. " 'feels so good" he bite his lips , eyes still focused on your crotches. You threw your head back moaning his name, your fingers pulling harder on his locks. "let me take care of you my love" he sucked softly on your neck before laying you on your back gently, hovering you his beautiful hands already playing with the hem of you hoodie, rising it a bit to reveal your cute panties "so pretty" he whispered holding one of your thigh before his lips travelled to your throat leaving little marks there...

(husband jeongin is such a concept. bye)

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a/n : it was fun writing those :) ,, I'm considering to continue writing Jeongin's one ,, & maybe felix , lino

(+) it was an old request, actually my first one , it was from yer-cute-when-you-scream if I remember

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[peace-for-levi]

Isabel [Levi Ackerman x GN!Reader]

N.B: heya! if you're scrolling through the tags and thinking, "hey, i have read this before..." chances are you probably have! don't worry, this is not plagiarism. you read that on a - now - deleted blog (i had to restart for reasons i won't go into.) so i am reposting everything now!

synopsis: when levi's wife goes into labour, he has to drop the crude, cold façade he normally holds and be there in their time of need.

tw: possible inaccuracies as i have never been pregnant before LOL, reader is labouring, occasional use of she/her throughout, levi being soft ASF (self-indulgent all the way.)

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You turned your head at the sound of the door and almost immediately, you felt the wintery gust flood through the narrow hallway of your house. You sucked in a breath, but you quickly smiled. After all, your husband had returned to your cosy cottage.

He shut the door behind him, and you saw him lean his head against it, heaving a great sigh. You frowned at how he almost always needed those few seconds to just process everything in his head before turning to face you. You instinctively brought a hand down to your swollen tummy - was this a good decision after all? Having a baby in these troubling, turbulent times?

But then he turned around again to face you and his face was illuminated by the amber-coloured light of the oil lamp. He saw you stirring the steaming pot of stew and his steely gaze softened immediately.

He smiled.

Don’t be silly, you chastised yourself for such thoughts, he’s happy with us.

Of course he was. He could calm down instantly looking at you. He walked over and shrugged off his forest green cloak and placed it on the counter next to you. War-torn hands reaching out and cupping your cheeks, he pressed his lips to your forehead. You felt his calloused thumbs rub against your temples and you leaned into his touch. Immediately his hands fell to your tummy and rubbed in circles.

“Dinner smells good,” he whispers softly against your lips, “how was your day?”

Dinner did smell good; nothing could beat some beef stew after a long day with your cast iron kettle hanging over the fire, right? He couldn’t wait until your bellies were filled and he could cosy up with you in front of the fire with a cup of black tea in his hand.

Your smile grew wider when he sank to his knees and nuzzled against your tummy. You were probably going to give birth in the next week or two. You lowered your right hand and allowed it to tread through his raven locks, your other hand still stirring to prevent any sticking to your pot.

“Eh…” you huffed out.

Levi pulled back for a bit. “Had an ‘eh’ day myself… What’s troubling you?”

“Just very crampy today and my back is killing me. Why did you have an ‘eh’ day?”

You almost laughed when you heard Levi’s heavy sigh, and it was a long sigh too. He closed his eyes as he recounted the disaster at HQ but… what with the amount of grief Levi had been through, there was very little that could faze him now.

Still, when he recounted to you that Hange accidentally launched one of their new projects - a thunder spear - into HQ and close to his office at that - while he was drinking his tea! - obviously he would be pretty livid. All that was destroyed in the fires of the aftermath were two bedrooms and a storage room, and thankfully no lives were lost, but he wasn’t going to forgive Hange for a while after this. You had to give him credit for his composure.

“I miss Hange, even in spite of these incidents.” You spoke.

You hadn’t seen Hange since you were discharged by Erwin at three months. Well, you had waved at her in the streets when you did your shopping for you and Levi and you might converse briefly, but she was always too busy to stop by for a chat. She did, however, say she’d be present for the birth.

“I bet he’d get along with Hange.”

“Still sure we’re having a boy?” your husband asked.

You yawned as exhaustion began to consume you more and more. “Yeah, he is giving me a lot of trouble like how his father used to.” You teased.

Levi only muttered something under his breath, and you weren’t quite sure what it was. He leaned back a bit and extended his index finger. “Oi, stop giving your mother a hard time. She’s tired.”

Another yawn. “I am, actually. I might pass on dinner tonight and just head to bed.”

Levi stood up again and eyed you curiously; wasn’t like you to skip dinner but he thought nothing of it. He mentioned he’d save some for you and with a chaste kiss to your lips, you made your way upstairs.

You opened the creaky, wooden door to your shared bedroom and when you disrobed, you rooted around for a clean nightgown in your drawers. You groaned as another sharp pain radiated around your lower back and pelvic area. You held onto the edge of the drawers with a white-knuckle grip. You had gotten cramps here and there before throughout your pregnancy, but these were just all-consuming. A few more whimpers and a few deep breaths though, and they subsided.

Hmm, weird, there’s no way it’s time already? I’m still a week or two early, you said to yourself. If he wants to come now, what will happen… would he be healthy?

You shook your head and made your way over to the bed, propping yourself up with a few pillows. It wasn’t long before Levi came into the room too with a candle in his hand before placing it down on his desk. As he removed his shirt, the dull light illuminated and highlighted his defined body. You smiled dozily at him and you were fast asleep before he could even climb into bed.

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Awaking in the middle of the night with your husband’s arms wrapped around you was always a treat. He didn’t always sleep, and when he did, it was poor. But whenever his arms snaked around your chest with one hand resting on your tummy, you knew he was sleeping well. It gave you a chance to look at his unguarded and peaceful countenance.

You woke up with a feeling of heartburn that was hard to ignore so you decided a drink of water might be a good idea. You made your way downstairs, careful not to wake your sleeping husband. Leaning against the countertop once you reached the kitchen, you fetched yourself a glass of water and began to sip slowly.

Gulping the last bit down, you placed the glass in a sink and walked towards the stairs again… until you felt a gush of warm liquid flow down your legs.

Oh, crap!

You peered down at the pool of fluid between your legs that was now pooling in your hallway. Your mind froze and all you could do was stare for a few seconds.

“U-uh… Levi?!” you shrieked.

You heard a large thud from upstairs when he landed less than gracefully - unceremoniously, even - after jumping from your bed and he was quick to scurry down the stairs at the yell.

“What the hell?! Are you ok--?”

He stopped when his bare feet splashed against the pool of fluids between you both.

“Oh, my?” he questioned and peered down. “Is it that time already?”

You only blinked at his calmness at the situation. How was he not freaking out?! Your fingers moved to clench your soaking gown. He reached for your hands and walked you towards the front door. He stopped for a few seconds as he scratched his head in thought.

“Levi?!” you screeched at his silence.

He had to stay as calm as possible. It was something he was well used to, being a good captain and all. But it was so different in this situation. Seeing you panic like this and the gravity of the situation made him almost lose his composure. He was able to keep everything well hidden beneath his steely exterior and this was all because he was good at analysing typically abnormal situations.

This wasn’t a situation like this. All he had to do was be a supportive husband for you.

As he hurried down the stairs again, the realization dawned on him again.

Was this actually happening? Were you two going to be parents? Could you two do this?

Well, it was not like you had a choice now.

“Come, let’s get moving.” He said, holding you with one hand by the small of your back.

He assisted you back up the stairs as fast as your body would allow, but once you got to the bathroom just a few metres shy of your bedroom, that’s when you felt everything tighten and your breath became lodged in your throat. Your legs buckled as your hands gripped onto the architrave. Levi was quick to descend with you and hold your hand. A pained groan escaped your lips and you heard deep breaths beside you.

“Deep breaths, you can do it, [F/n]...” he said as he rubbed your back in circles. He tried to do deep breathing with you, taking long, exaggerated breaths. All to feel you a little less alone or too lost in your own pain.

It wasn’t the worst pain you had experienced - you were a former veteran of the Scouts after all - but that didn’t make the feeling pleasant either.

He propped up all the pillows to give you ample support and he placed a hand on your shin, gesturing you to keep your legs open. It seemed that the next contraction seemed to be taking its time, so he made the decision to alert the neighbours. This was a plan Levi had made with them a few months ago, that he’d call next door and ask them to go rush to the nurses and for Hange. Luckily for you two, HQ was no more than a five-minute walk away.

After slipping into a dress shirt and black slacks, he ran down the stairs and hopped over the wall to your neighbour. It was close to midnight now, but hopefully they’d be awake… If not, he’d have to leave you alone by yourself and that was not an option.

He rapped on the door and even called out to them, before knocking again. Thankfully, the middle-aged man and his wife seemed to be up and were quick to open the door.

Perhaps Levi looked a bit more flustered than he thought he did. Then again, as someone so composed all the time, any change in composure screamed out.

“Captain Levi? Is everything alright?” the wife asked.

Levi inhaled sharply. Damn, he was getting stressed already. If they were to shine the oil lamp up to his face, they would be able to see the sweat beading at his brows and how his pupils had narrowed from the intensity of the situation. “[F/n] has gone into labour, earlier than we expected. She needs the nurses a-and Hange--” Fuck, was he stuttering from it all? “I can’t leave her alone to get them and-”

The wife who was probably a good three inches shorter than him looked up at him and passed him a soft smile; a reassuring smile. She had been through all this before. She knew the chaos involved but knew the best thing he could be was a pillar of support for you. She placed her hands on his shoulders and got her to look at him. Normally he’d shrug off any physical contact from anyone that wasn’t you, but his mind was spiralling, and he was doing his best to hide it.

“Levi, it’s okay. Dear, you go get the nursing staff and Hange, okay?” she called out to her husband who had already saddled up in the meantime and taken off. “My husband will be back soon. Let me get you a few things.”

Levi tapped his foot impatiently as she pattered around the house for a bit. She came back with a bag of rags, towels and some knitted clothes.

“It’s important you stay calm, okay? What do you think you’ll have?”

Levi shrugged as he nodded his thanks. “I don’t know, of course, but [F/n] reckons we’ll have a boy.”

“Hmm… I think you’ll have a daughter!” she beamed.

Levi began to head out the door again. “Look, thank you so much for everything.”

“Best of luck, Levi,” she wished with a gleeful smile, “and congratulations.”

Levi nodded with the bag and headed back up the stairs of his home. He burst through the door of your bedroom and was immediately at your side again. He dropped the bag down at your bedside and reached for your hand. He caught you just in time for another contraction. You tried to steady yourself, but you cried out once more and gripped onto the blankets as another contraction overwhelmed you. You hastily grabbed a pillow and cried into it, trying to muffle your cries. Okay, it was official, this was the worst pain you had felt thus far, and all Levi could do was stare helplessly.

It’s not like he could do much. He couldn’t take away the pain from you, but by god, he wished he could. He’d deliver the child if biologically possible, anything to not see you in so much agony. But every time a contraction died away, you would re-emerge and tackle this again with an ungodly amount of strength.

And he couldn’t be prouder of you in these agonizing yet awe-inspiring moments.

You lowered your pillow when you vaguely heard the crowd of nurses patter into the room and everything kicked off. The lead nurse stated she’d be the main overseer to everything. At times, Levi’s mind flitted in and out of the conversation at hand from the nurses. His stare glossed over occasionally, and you couldn’t exactly decipher what it was he was feeling. Whatever it was he was feeling, he hid it well. He absent-mindedly rubbed the small of your back hoping you’d relax as the nurse checked your cervix. His ears perked up once he heard the number ‘three.’

“Three centimetres, seven to go, I reckon.”

“OOH, SEVEN?! HOW EXCITING!” a voice from outside screeched and Levi’s face fell flat. The bespectacled brunette burst through the door. “THAT’S SO FEW!”

“Hange.” Levi barked. He said nothing but his gaze said, be quiet now. “If you’re not gonna be helpful to [F/n], you can leave out the door you came in.”

“Sorry, sorry,” she aired as she rushed over to the other side of your bed and sat on top. “How are you doing, [f/n]? Anything I can do?” she asked. At first you shook your head, but when she mentioned that she brought a few scented candles to help soothe you - or at the very least, keep a gentle ambiance going - you perked up. “Okay, I’ll go light them. Levi, do you have any matches?”

“In the high cupboard left to the sink.” He said and she scurried down.

“Fuck… Levi, it’s happening again…” you groaned as you tossed your head back.

“I have you.” He reminded. He loosened his hand so you could squeeze it. With each contraction came a pain that dominated your entire being. In those moments, for those seconds that stretched into infinity, there was nothing else. Every contraction seemed to hurt more than before, and you would be left panting and almost delirious for a few seconds. Everything melted into the background when a contraction came; the nurses melted to nothing as did their encouraging cries.

But you remained grounded to Levi. He held your hand with every contraction and his lips were pressed to your sweaty temple. While you could only vaguely hear his encouraging words, he was still there and encouraging you to breathe deeply through it all, even if it hardly did anything to alleviate the pain.

“How much longer will this take?”

“She progressed quickly enough to get to the three so it may not take too long. Though it could just as easily be another few hours, or even well into tomorrow. I’m sorry, there’s no way of knowing.” The nurse replied.

Levi only nodded. He just wanted you to be okay and to make this as pain-free as possible. Hange came back in with the matches and began to light a few candles.

As time passed, your head fell. The contractions kept coming but you weren’t progressing as fast as you thought. By the time the second hour rolled by, you had only made it to four centimetres. You were reminded that you’d know when to push.

Levi couldn’t stand to see you in so much pain.

“Is there anything we can do?” he asked, now getting slightly panicked.

The nurse smiled sadly, knowing there was only so much they could do. “[F/n], how about a walk out in the fresh air?” she offered.

Levi peered over at you. Within the past two hours, he had acquired a basin and wet cloth, and was dabbing it occasionally on your forehead. “How about it?” he asked, repeating the motion of it as you lifted your head up again to receive his touch.

“If I walk down those stairs, I don’t think I’ll make it back up…” you huffed.

Hange had taken to holding your other hand too. Levi’s initial glare at her excitement seemed to do the trick and she was very helpful. Perhaps more proactive than the nurses. Then again, she was your best friend; she probably wanted to do everything under the sun.

“A bath may help?” Hange perked up. “Warm water and all?” to which you nodded.

Levi stood and pulled you up. Before you may have walked upright and with your back straight, but now you walked totally hunched over. He ordered for someone - anyone who could get there fastest - to draw a bath. A few stayed behind in the bedroom, taking turns supervising you.

Levi walked you towards the bathroom and unbuttoned your nightgown. With an ‘arms up’ command, he had it off you quickly and you were left in just your bra. He lowered you into the bath and you sat in the middle of the tub. He questioned why you weren’t going to lean back and that was when you asked him to come into the bath with you. He wasn’t going to fight you in the moment and rushed back to the bedroom and put on a pair of (swimming) shorts… or shorts he had no issue getting wet. Within mere seconds, he lowered himself into the bath and wrapped his legs loosely around your waist, his chest firm against your back. He began to rub your arms up and down and leaned over to press a kiss to your cheek.

“You’re doing so well.” He said. His tone lowered to a whisper when he heard you begin to weep. “Hey, hey, hey… What’s wrong? Ah-- Hange, can you go get us a basin?” he asked. Your face paled a little and he shouted for the Titan scientist to hurry as another contraction washed over you.

“L-Levi, I don’t feel right…”

“Hange!” he barked for the third time.

You brought a hand up to your mouth and expelled whatever food had been inside you from before. The pain of this contraction was so intense you had thrown up. Levi swept a thumb across your chin and Hange came in with a basin, and you spilled the rest into it. In fact, you threw up twice more. The bitter taste in your mouth left you feeling all disgusting and ‘icky’, and you let out a choked sob of frustration. Your body had you rocking back and forth on its own accord, trying to move with the pain so to speak, letting out pained groans through gnashed teeth.

Levi leaned you forward and began to rub your lower back. “Breathe. You gotta breathe, [f/n], come on.”

You shook your head as you wailed, almost sounding like you were giving in. “I can’t! It’s too much, Levi!”

“Hey,” he called gently. “Sniff the flowers,” he commanded and paused to breathe in, “and blow out the candles” and he exhaled. “You can do that for me?”

You weren’t sure about how the silly visual cue helped you at all, but you also knew Levi wasn’t going to quit saying it until you did what he told you to do. After a few deep breaths, you calmed down and your contraction died away. Levi continued to rub your lower back, offering whispered words of encouragement.

“Gosh, Shorty, aren’t you such a sweetie?” Hange jeered.

“Go away, Four Eyes.”

The contractions came and went, growing more and more intense. Levi sometimes opted to swish the water down and forth or turn on the tap, to give you something else to focus on. You weren’t sure how long you two stayed in the bath, but Levi helped lift you out once the water had gotten cold. Hange went to relight the candles, pillows were propped back up and you were moved back to your bedroom, to do the whole thing all over again.

And frankly, you weren’t sure how long you could hold on for. It was unbearable. As the hours ticked by until the wee morning, you were losing your strength.

“I’m sorry.” Levi mumbled as he kissed your matted hair.

“It hurts so much. I’m so tired.” You whispered, your voice dry and hoarse.

Levi looked up at the nurse and then over at the small clock on your bedside lock. Seven in the morning, so you had been labouring for seven hours, if not more if you were experiencing smaller contractions before your water broke.

How he ached to take all your pain away from you; to shoulder it all and save you from this agony. You both knew it would be worth it at the end, but the process of getting there was no doubt painful.

“You’re doing well. It’ll all be over soon, won’t it?” he asked and looked at the nurse.

“I’ll go see how far you are,” she said, softly. You let your legs widen as she did another cervical exam. You flinched a bit as you felt her gloved fingers inside. She gasped. “My, you’re almost there. Easily nine centimetres!”

For the first time in a couple hours, you felt genuine relief amidst all the chaos and pain.

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Levi had sent the nurses and Hange downstairs an hour later, telling them they were free to help themselves to food stored in your cupboards. They had been crowding around you both for over eight hours now, they deserved a break too. You were fine with your husband sitting through your contractions with you, especially when you only had a centimetre or two left.

That was when you felt an excruciating pain down below, unlike anything you had felt all evening. Levi was at your side in seconds.

“What is it?”

“Hnnn!” you groaned out. This was it. This had to be it, the feeling the nurses told you about. An overwhelming amount of pressure was building between your legs and you let out a guttural noise. “Get Hange and the nurses.”

“Wait, is time? Now-”

“Get the fucking nurse, Levi!” you yelled, and he ran down to fetch them.

The pressure had your hips swaying into position, it was almost unbearable to refrain from pushing. The pain had your whole body trembling. Levi arrived back in with the nurses and you opened your legs at the lead nurse’s command. Your husband was sitting by your side once more, lacing his fingers with yours.

“I see a head! And plenty of hair too! The baby has moved into the birth canal. I need you to push on the next contraction.” She explained.

You heaved in massive strokes, starting to lose your breath. You were completely worn out now, body and mind. You all waited with bated breaths for the next contraction to hit. You took in a massive breath when you felt that familiar pain come back again. Your stomach tightened - everything tightened - as a scream ripped out from your throat.

“You have got to push harder, [f/n].” The nurse urged. Hange came in, sitting on the bed and shuffled onto the bed to hold your other hand.

You shook your head. There was no way you could, you were so depleted of energy.

“You can do this.” Your husband said.

“I can’t! You have to do it for me!” you wept into his arms.

“I would if I could.” He assured you.

The nurse called for your attention. “The next time you push, tuck your chin into your chest and push as though you got to do a number two. But push very hard.”

You blinked frantically. “Wait, what if I do poop?”

“That means you’re pushing right!” Hange cheered.

This entire conversation made Levi grimace, and it took every ounce of self-control to not cringe.

The final contraction hit and with whatever strength you could muster, you pushed through with a shrill cry. The baby began to crown, the hot stretching of flesh almost making you want to stop but you had to keep pushing through. You felt the head leave your body and you pushed through the rest of your contraction. You held onto Levi’s hand with such force he was pretty sure you could have broken it. And he would have taken it.

And then the pain left your body finally.

Tiny cries pierced the air.

Levi tilted your head back and his lips crashed against yours in a kiss that carried so many emotions with it; love, adoration, pride, elation and gratitude. He kissed you again and once more while your baby was being wrapped up. One of the extra nurses moved to clean you up and help deliver the placenta.

“A girl, congratulations.” The nurse whispered. Hange cracked a toothy grin, but she knew to step back and leave you two to have your moment.

You looked down at your wrapped-up little miracle, falling in-love instantly. Had her father’s hair and gunmetal eyes, but your eye shape and complexion. She also had your chin too. Your index finger rubbed against her plump cheeks and almost began to whimper again but with a few gentle hushes from you, she settled down once more. She was probably hungry too.

“She looks so much like you…” you whispered, looking up at your husband. The nurses and Hange took this as their cue to leave. Levi’s eyes had completely glossed over with a newfound vulnerable expression that you had never seen before. You could tell he was just itching to hold her, so as gently as you could, you shuffled over to the side to allow Levi to relax into the headrest. “Here, Levi.”

Your little girl was placed into his arms and a calloused thumb immediately went to trace under her eyes and around her cheeks, her forehead; everywhere. A swell of emotions overcame him like a tsunami crashing against the shoreline and he shut his eyes, tears flowing down his pallid cheeks and he made no effort to stop them. His lower lips trembled, and minute whimpers escaped his lips, but he was desperately clawing at whatever composure he had left to try to piece himself back together.

But he could cry, his daughter was here. He was a father now; he could be as emotional as he liked, and no one would care.

“Isabel.” You said, gently, and Levi nodded at the suggestion.

Levi’s thumb moved to his daughter’s fist and her fingers latched around it instantly, bringing his thumb to her mouth and began to suck. He let out a soft chuckle. “I think she’s hungry.”

“I bet she is.” You said, reaching out and taking a hold of her once more. The baby began to wriggle, and her arms broke free from the blanket, beginning to fuss. You lowered one side of your nightgown and held your daughter against your breast. She latched after a few seconds and by god was it uncomfortable. The feeling had you biting your lower lip in discomfort, but you just had to grin and bear it.

The three of you sat in silence for another half hour or so as you nursed your baby when you heard a knock on the door. Hange peeked her head around and smiled widely at you both.

“Shhh.” Levi was quick to say.

Hange tiptoed in. “I may have bought a few visitors…”

The raven-haired man’s face fell flat. “How many?”

And in came all of Levi’s newest squad and Erwin. He face-palmed at the noise and shrugged off his blazer to cover you and your daughter.

“Is this a bad time, Levi?”

“Yes, it’s a bad time. She’s barely been born a half hour and--”

“I KNEW IT WOULD BE A GIRL! TAKE THAT, MISTER DEATH WISH!” you heard come from outside the room. You only sighed softly.

“I tried to keep those two out of this,” Erwin mentioned as he walked over to the two of you. You removed your baby from your breast and buttoned up your nightgown again. The blonde smiled in pure adoration. “She’s so precious. Congratulations, Levi, [F/n].”

“Thank you, Erwin.” He replied and you nodded your thanks.

In your half-asleep state, you began to nurse again in front of everyone, not bothering to cover up. Levi sighed heavily and moved to cover you up again before you came through.

“Sir, we can call back later if you want.” Eren piped up, walking over to stand by his superior.

“It’s okay, Eren, this is natural. I don’t mind, provided you don’t stare too much.”

“I mind?!” Levi cried. With your free hand, you rested it on his hand. He took a deep breath and sighed. “Fine. You can stay, Jaeger. All of you can.”

Sasha and Connie were next to try to squeeze onto your too small bed for nine extra people.

“I brought her some potatoes!” she chimed and handed one to you. You had to politely explain that babies probably won’t eat until four months at the earliest. And even then, it would only be baby gloop and mushy foods. Not steamed potatoes.

Connie peaked over Levi’s shoulder. “Do you mind?” Levi asked him rhetorically.

“Nope,” he answered swiftly and saluted. On the wrong side. “Sir, why does it look squishy and ugly?”

And then ensued a fiery debate from everyone in the room (apart from Erwin) on why you shouldn’t call babies squishy and ugly, especially in front of their parents. Especially if one of those parents was one Levi Ackerman. But amidst all the commotion, both you and your baby were tuckered out. Levi was surprised that he saw you dozing off in spite of all the ruckus and that your baby was suckling away on nothing.

The short man may have had his doubts before Isabel was born but looking at everyone around here right now - being so chaotic and noisy, but so full of happiness and pride for you both - made all those negative thoughts wash away.

It took a bit of shuffling and squeaking of military boots, but eventually everyone was kicked out by Levi. He looked back fondly at you two, both of you sound asleep.

He would promise you both a normal, peaceful, family life one day. Even if he had to lay down his life doing it.

Because every doubt, struggle, emotional outburst, hormonal-fuelled argument led you both to this, and he would not trade it for the world.

This was his purpose; protect his beautiful wife and precious daughter.

And maybe one day, in the distant future, he would be able to spend more time with you two. In a world without Titans. In a world that was peaceful.

But for now, he had a small serving - a slice - of peace at home and he couldn’t wait to navigate this new chapter of his life with you.

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