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tkaulitzlvr · 6 months

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hiya! i live for your stories, i’m kind of addicted lol

could you please write 2010 tom meeting reader’s family for the first time over dinner, charming the shit out of them while teasing reader throughout the whole dinner, then sneaking off to the bathroom and… 🤭

TIME AND PLACE - T. KAULITZ

synopsis: tom meets your parents for the first time, and he is a lot more relaxed than you are - perhaps too relaxed, teasing you beyond belief whilst your family are completely oblivious, the two of you ending up in the downstairs bathroom, trying to stay as quiet as possible.

content: smut

a/n: LOVEEEE this idea thank u so much for requesting anon! also can we please talk ab how hot he looks in this clip like i’m going insane, coincidentally it fits w this request so i had to use it. i also wanted to say thank you for 400 followers, i only had like two when i started LMAO so thank u to everyone that has followed thus far!! 💞

“baby, calm down, everything is going to be fine. what’s the worst that can happen?” tom says as we climb out of the car.

“you clearly don’t know my parents tom.” i laugh, taking a deep breath and praying for some sort of miracle. my parents are classy, reserved people, with respectable jobs, and pretty traditional viewpoints - in other words exactly what my boyfriend isn’t. “just please, don’t mess this up. i really want them to like you.”

he smiles softly, closing the car door behind him, walking around to the other side where i am standing, placing his hands on my lower waist and kissing my lips softly.

“i’ll try, i promise. you’re getting worked up over nothing.” he says, pressing his lips to my forehead, pulling me into a short hug. i pull away, my hands resting on his chest as i inspect his appearance, straightening his jacket and brushing off any imperfections from the material.

he chuckles at my panicked state, softly grabbing my hands and shaking his head. “it’s going to be fine.” he repeats, rubbing my shoulder comfortingly before taking my hand and beginning the short walk up my parents’ driveway. “besides, what’s not to like about me? i’m funny, charming, sexy, kind, famous - i tick every box.”

i shake my head, pushing his chest lightly as i stifle a laugh. “seriously, my parents are hard to please. you wont be able to win them over as easy as you did me.”

“hm, we’ll see. i think i’ll surprise you.” he states, stopping once we reach the front door, my hand hesitantly reaching to place a few firm taps on it, my other squeezing tom’s in an attempt to calm my nerves. he notices this, running his thumb up and down the skin soothingly, whispering a small ‘don’t worry’ from beside me, the door opening as my mom stand there, wide smile on her face once she sees me.

“honey!” my mom grins, opening her arms out and pulling me into a tight hug. after moving to the city with tom and touring with the band, i hadn’t seen as much of my parents as i usually would, missing them more than i had realised. she pulls away, eyes turning to tom.

“you must be the famous tom. i’ve heard a lot about you.” she says, forcing a small smile on her face, though i can tell that she is silently judging him, not yet bold enough to say her thoughts out loud. her eyes turn to mine whilst she gives tom a quick hug, my face tensing as i shoot her a knowing look, immediately seeing the way that she has made her assumptions about tom.

“all good things i hope ma’am.” he smiles, pulling away from the hug and taking my hand, my mom moving aside to let us both inside the house. it is clean, my mom always insistent on keeping it spotless - a slight smudge of dirt on the floor, or photo frame out of place and she would lose it. the faint smell of lasagna wafts around the place, the aroma bringing me some sense of comfort through its familiarity - the dish had always been my father’s specialty for as long as i could remember.

“where’s dad?” i ask, tom’s hand still touching mine as my eyes wander around the large living room. it is his turn to be nervous now - i can tell from the way his hand doesn’t leave my own, feet anxiously tapping against the floor.

“in the kitchen, preparing dinner. it won’t be much longer now, you can sit down, and tom, make yourself at home honey.” she says, shooting him a warm smile before she disappears out of the living room, leaving tom and i alone. i sit down on the couch, shrugging my jacket off, leaving me in my purple summer dress - sophisticated yet casual. tom, as usual, is adorned in all black: bandana tied around his forehead, oversized t-shirt and an even bigger pair of jeans, complete with a plain jacket. he had wanted to dress up a little, yet i had convinced him otherwise, not wanting him to pretend to be something that he isn’t, deciding that my parents can like him for who he truly is, or not at all.

he sits beside me, placing a gentle hand over my thigh, rubbing the bare skin softly.

“you okay?” he asks, planting a quick kiss to my cheek, intertwining his fingers with mine, his leg still bobbing up and down.

“mhm.” i say, taking my free hand and placing it over his leg, stopping its fast movements. “are you? you’ve gotten all skittish.”

he chuckles lowly, shaking his head and clearing his throat. “just…not sure if your mom likes me.” he shrugs his shoulders, looking downwards.

“she’s the most blunt woman i know. trust me, if she didn’t like you, you’d know about it.” i answer truthfully, knowing that my mother has never been one to hide her opinions - she makes it painfully obvious how she feels and, besides from her slightly off introduction, it seemed that at least to me, she liked tom. “besides, since when do you get nervous, mr cool?”

a small laugh leaves my lips, a teasing smile playing on them, not used to seeing tom anxious. he is usually the most confident person i know, yet now he seems panicked, and the sight is strange to me, but, he shrugs it off.

“i’m not nervous.” he insists, about to continue, though he is soon cut off by the voice of my mom sounding from the kitchen.

“dinner!”

tom sighs, standing up as i follow. he wraps his arms around my lower back, leaning in to give my lips a few soft pecks, smiling into the short kisses that he places on them, giving my ass a teasing squeeze. his eyes are playful, a hint of indisputable mischief illuminating the sea of brown, one eyebrow slightly raised - i know that look far too well to see that it isn’t one of innocence. he has something on his mind, this not the time or place.

“get that look off of your face. not here, absolutely not.” i state, looking upwards at him and shaking my head, straightening my dress and taking his hand, leading him out of the room.

“what look?” he asks, attempting to act oblivious, a slight smirk tugging on his lips. i tut from in front of him, sending him a quick glance as we approach the dining room, my dad laying out the food and my mom taking a seat at the table.

we both take our seats, sat opposite my mom and dad. having never met my father before, i expect tom to be hesitant to speak - my dad doesn’t exactly look to be an approachable person. yet, he makes the first move, much to my surprise.

“i’m tom. nice to meet you sir.” tom smiles politely, nodding his head and holding his hand out for my dad to shake.

clearly shocked by tom’s politeness, my father’s eyes widen, hand reaching outwards and briefly shaking tom’s, before sitting back in his seat.

“ted.” my dad states simply, taking a sip of his wine before continuing. “great to see my daughter has brought home a man with manners, good on you, tom.”

i send my father a glare from across the table, tom smiling weakly in response, his eyes falling to the food in front of him.

“this looks amazing, thank you so much.” tom says, looking upwards as my parents mutter a small thanks, a brief silence looming over us. i turn to tom, seeing that same playful look on his face, much more prominent this time. i quickly shake my head, putting whatever thoughts that are in his mind at bay, shutting them down before he can even consider acting on them. one hand grasping his fork, he digs it into the food on his plate, the other trailing downwards ever so slowly, reaching the hem of my summer dress.

my eyes widen, unsure of how to act, my hand instinctively reacting to move tom’s away, yet i am soon stopped by the voice of my father. tom doesn’t slow his movements, instead they become more calculated, his hand snaking further and further up my dress. somehow, he acts nonchalant, facing away from me, eyes attentively looking at my father as he speaks.

“so tom, what is it that you do exactly?” my father asks, placing a mouthful of food in his mouth after speaking.

tom clears his throat, his fingers dipping teasingly into my panties under the tablecloth, my eyes widening as i attempt to act natural, tom able to do so with ease. “i’m in a band, i’m the guitarist.” he states, fingers continuing to toy with the lace material, dipping further inwards ever so slightly, causing me to fidget in my seat, attempting to hide what is going on.

“goodness can you sit still? i’ve never seen you shuffle in your seat so much!” my mother laughs, shaking her head and focusing her eyes on me. tom seems to find this particularly funny, his lips curving into a satisfied grin, knowing exactly why i am so squeamish, him being the reason, my parents totally unaware of the position his fingers are in. he lets out a small chuckle beside me, shaking my head as my mother did, faking a look of concern.

“are you okay?” he asks, his voice seeming a little worried, though the second i turn to face him, i can see the glint of mischief in his eyes as he knows exactly what he is doing, roping my parents in as they buy his concern.

just as i begin to reply, he slips one finger into my folds, a small gasp leaving my lips. my mother furrows her eyebrows, looking directly at me, clearly confused at my weird behaviour. my hand flies to cover my mouth, also in an attempt to disguise the light shade of crimson that my cheeks are turning, completely humiliated. though i manage to play the suspicious sound off as a hiccup, quietly excusing myself afterwards. “i’m fine, just a little warm.”

the entire thing is hilarious to tom, his lips curved into a smile so small it is almost unnoticeable, never fading as he engages in conversation with my father, his fingers continuing their restrained movements inside my panties, positioning themselves to toy with my clit.

“this band, is it really a sustainable career for you? how much do you earn? surely, it can’t be much.” my father states, unimpressed by tom’s job, failing to realise how successful he actually is.

tom laughs quietly, taking a breath inwards, discreetly slipping a finger inside of me, my teeth sinking into my tongue, clamping down onto it in an attempt to hide the moans dangerously close to spilling from my lips, his finger moving in and out of me at a teasingly slow pace. besides from this, he remains calm, too calm, considering that he is pleasuring me under the table - my parents totally unaware as tom somehow manages to win them over, this only pissing me off even more.

“no sir, i actually do pretty well for myself. we are quite well known, not just in germany, but we often do shows in america and other places. i make a great living out of it, actually.” tom is confident in his tone without being cocky, my father nodding slowly, seemingly satisfied with his response. he opens his mouth once again, about to ask tom another question, though when tom’s finger hits a certain spot inside me, a small whine from the back of my throat quickly stops him.

“are you okay? what is going on with you tonight honey?” my mom frowns, somehow not catching onto what is happening. tom remains unfazed, still pumping his digit in and out of me slowly.

“sorry, i’m just feeling a little under the weather. i must be coming down with something.” i apologise, forcing a brief smile as my mother nods her head, digging her fork back into the food whilst my father continues to interrogate tom.

“and how long is it the two of you have been dating?” he asks, his finger flicking between tom and i, though his question is directed mainly at tom.

“what is it now? two months, am i wrong schatz?” tom asks, knowing how long we have been dating without any doubt in his mind, though he deliberately places this attention on me, looking at me with that same smirk as my father’s eyes soon follow.

tom’s fingers pump in and out of me, his pace speeding up a little, my thighs clenching together at the feeling. sending him a quick glare, i clear my throat, trying to act as unsuspecting as possible. “yeah, two months, that’s right.” i say, nodding my head quickly, desperate to turn the attention away from myself, though it doesn’t take long for me to fail miserably.

“you look awfully warm, you’re sweating honey. do you need to step outside, maybe get some fresh air?” my mom says, tom’s fingers slipping out of me as she utters those words, my lips pursing slightly at the lack of contact. i turn to him momentarily as he sends a brief wink in my direction before taking a bite of his food, looking away from me as if nothing had happened.

“yeah, that’s a good idea. i’ll be right back. sorry.”

i quickly stand up, shaking my head and rushing out of the room, sighing in relief when i open the bathroom door, quickly closing it behind me.

i take a look in the mirror - my cheeks flushed, hair slightly frizzy, faint line of sweat glistening on my forehead, all thanks to the smug bastard back there. my hands turn the tap, cold water rushing out of it as i use it to begin splashing my face, attempting to regulate my body temperature, tom managing to get it so high with his actions.

the door swiftly moves open, my head shooting upward as i am met with tom’s eyes, his expression somewhat calm despite what he had just done.

“are you fucking serious? the fuck was that?” i hiss, hitting his chest in anger, my face falling in disbelief when all he does is chuckle at my temper, clearly failing to understand how mad i am at him in this moment.

instead, he hushes me, muttering out a small ‘be quiet’ before pushing my body harshly against the wall, his lips roughly colliding with mine moments after. his hands find my waist, running up and down soothingly, kissing my lips deeply, his desperation communicated through the hunger of his kisses. despite my anger, i quickly kiss back, my hands reaching upward to his face, pulling him closer to me, my fingers raking through his braids, momentarily running over the soft fabric of his black bandana.

“i don’t know why you’re acting so pissed off.” he whispers against my lips between kisses, becoming more rough with his movements. “you act like you’re angry, but you didn’t tell me to stop, did you? why?”

i stay silent, attempting to ignore his question, instead pushing his face even closer to mine, deepening the kiss and slipping my tongue into his mouth.

“i can tell you why.” he states matter of factly, pressing his body against mine, his hard on prominent through his jeans. “you didn’t want me to. you liked me touching you, even though your parents were right there, didn’t you, hm?”

i whine lowly in response, palming him through his jeans, watching the way his mouth falls open slightly, an almost inaudible groan escaping from it. i can sense his desperation, hell, it was clear the second he gave me that look in the living room, and it had failed to go away for the entirety of the evening. if i weren’t equally as needy, i would be scolding him, calling him out for his stupidity, though i am just as reckless as him, bringing him closer into me as i kiss his lips, moaning into it.

“we gotta be quick baby, okay?” he mumbles against me, his hands moving downwards to hoist me upwards, placing me roughly on the bathroom counter, clearly paying little attention as a few things fall onto the floor with a quiet thud. i hit his chest, pulling away momentarily, though he doesn’t seem to care, shrugging his shoulders and moving his hands underneath my dress to tug my panties off.

he lets them pool at my feet, hurriedly undoing the buckle on his belt, letting his own jeans fall to the floor, not even bothering to fully remove them. his boxers follow as he lifts up my dress, separating my legs apart and moving in between them, eyes lustfully staring into my own.

“you gonna be quiet, yeah?” he whispers, forehead against mine as i quickly nod my head, feet hooking around his hips in an attempt to bring him inside me faster. he strokes himself a few times, positioning himself at my entrance.

his lips collide with mine as he slowly slides inwards, muffling the low noises that spill from them, instead silencing my small whines with his tongue, slipping it into my mouth whilst his cock slides further into me. about halfway in, he stops, sensing the way my eyebrows furrow in discomfort, unable to accustom to his size so quickly, the lack of time we have leaving me a little unprepared.

“c’mon baby, take it. you can take it. just like that, doing so good.” he praises, grabbing my hips, angling them slightly differently, the change in position allowing him to push into me inch by inch, my walls clenching around him.

“fuck- you’re so tight, always so good for me.” he mutters, face burying itself into the crook of my neck, planting slow and soft kisses there, his hips beginning to rock back and forth once he senses that i am comfortable, the pain finally subsiding. his kisses become firmer, teeth occasionally nibbling downwards on the skin, leaving purple-ish marks in place of his lips, though i am too dazed to care, focusing on the way he dick slips in and out of me, tip prodding against my g-spot.

he pulls his head out of my shoulder, his hands removing their firm grip on my hips as he rests his forehead against mine, hands coming to either side of my face. his eyes burn into mine, though he sees a lot more clearly - my own rolling to the back of my head every few seconds, clenching around him when the pleasure becomes a little too much. though from the brief moments my eyes stay open and i am able to study his face, the sight is almost enough to make me cum on the spot.

his eyes are half-lidded, consumed by the hazy need for pleasure, eyebrows furrowed as a few wrinkles form on his forehead when they knit together. his lips are slightly parted, falling open further when his dick would hit a certain spot inside of me, small yet almost audible grunts sounding from the back of his throat.

a loud moan emits from my lips unexpectedly, tom hurrying to press his lips to mine, slightly covering up the sound. he pulls back soon after, his hands returning to my hips, using them to maintain the steady thrusts that i can tell are becoming harder for him to continue, the way his dick twitches inside of me letting me know that he is almost there.

“shhhh.” he coos, admiring the way my face twists in pleasure, knowing that he is completely responsible, nobody else able to have this effect on me. “almost there baby, so close.”

i nod weakly in response, attempting to meet his thrusts, grinding myself against him half-heartedly, this clearly having some effect on him as he throws his head back, teeth sinking into his bottom lip to prevent any sounds from spilling out.

“shit, yeah. like that baby, keep going.” his voice is shaky, on the verge of letting out a moan, i can tell from the way he swallows harshly, hips faltering momentarily. i comply with his words, continuing to move my own hips at the same speed of his, pushing us both to our climax, though tom continues to do most of the work, his pointer finger reaching downwards to rub my clit in soft, slow circles.

“c’mon schatz, can’t hold it anymore. cum with me, mhm?” he groans, lips inches away from the crook of my neck, his teeth sinking into it harshly to prevent the loud groan that begins to sound throughout the bathroom as i feel him shoot his cum into me.

his thrusts remain slow and deep, fucking his cum into me as i reach my climax, eyes rolling to the back of my head, lips squeezing shut. he places one hand firmly over my mouth, hushing the restricted moan that sounds from it, his hips eventually slowing to a smooth stop.

he pulls out of me as i hiss at the loss of contact, a small ‘sorry’ spilling from his lips. my body falls forward, totally exhausted, chest heaving up and down as he pulls his jeans back up, wrapping his belt through the loops, bringing his lips to mine quickly.

“you okay?” he checks, running a gentle hand across my cheek, smiling gently once i nod my head. he bends down, sliding my panties back up and over my hips, pulling my dress downwards so that it covers my thighs.

sensing that i am still slightly weak, he picks me up, helping me down from the countertop, my legs buckling a little. it doesn’t take long for me to come to my senses, wondering how tom and i were going to return to the table. we couldn’t go back together without looking totally suspicious, my mind racing to find ways to avoid the utter humiliation that would come if my parents found out what had just happened.

“how the fuck are we gonna go back?” i sigh, running my hands through my hair, visibly stressed out. “how did you manage to leave, what did you say to them?”

he shrugs, hands loosely resting on my hips, evidently nowhere near as concerned as i am “just said i needed to use the bathroom.”

“okay…” i trail off, playing with the material of his jacket as i think, certain that if we are absent for much longer, my parents will begin to grow suspicious regardless of if we return together or not. “i’ll go first. wait a couple minutes then come back, okay?”

he smiles at my serious tone, stifling a laugh as i tilt my head, looking at him in annoyance.

“okay, okay. i got it, a couple minutes.” he laughs, placing a soft kiss on my lips, letting go of my hips once i nod my head, turning away from him to quickly check my appearance, surprised that i only have to smooth my hair, fingers threading through a few small knots.

“act casual. and get that stupid smirk off your face, i can’t believe you convinced me to do this.” i sigh, wiping the lipstick that had smudged onto my face, eyeing tom’s expression as all he can do is keep that same smug smile upon it, clearly not regretting any of it. my hand reaches for the door handle, about to tug it open, not before tom pulls me back, wrapping his arms around my waist.

“don’t be mad at me. i love you.” he pouts, pecking my lips a few times, his eyes soft as they look into mine, attempting to win me over, with some success much to his surprise. i shake my head, smiling warmly at him, mumbling a small ‘love you too’, before heading out of the door, making sure not to close it behind me, reminding myself that my parents think i have been outside.

i enter the dining room, my mom’s face lighting up once she sees me. “you feeling any better?” she asks, beckoning me back over to the table as i take my seat.

“much better. where’s tom?” i ask innocently, furrowing my eyebrows in forged confusion, determined to keep our acts a secret, acting as if he wasn’t inside me literally two minutes ago.

“he said he needed to use the bathroom. he should be back soon.” my mom replies, sipping from her glass afterwards, a wave of relief spreading over me as i realise that she is completely oblivious, as is my father, who finishes the food on his place absent-mindedly.

“a nice boy you’ve got yourself honey.” my mother says out of the blue, a genuine smile on her face. my eyebrows raise in surprise, her sudden approval unexpected, but the way my father nods his head in agreement throws me off completely; slightly suspicious of how fast they have warmed up to him, knowing my parents to be extremely standoffish.

“really?” my voice is uncertain, a small laugh leaving my mom’s lips at this.

“why so shocked?” she says, my eyes drifting towards the entrance to the dining room, seeing tom walk through it. he shoots me a quick wink, moving past me as my mother spots him, her face lighting up.

“tom! we were just talking about you!” she smiles, watching as he takes his seat, an intrigued look on his face as he ushers her to continue, giving my thigh a quick squeeze from under the table.

“i was just saying how much you suit her.” my mom begins, shooting me a quick grin, turning her attention back to tom. “i’m so happy she’s found someone like you tom. so polite and put together, i admire it, really. very unusual for boys your age. i’ve never met anyone as mature.”

i stifle a laugh at her words, looking downwards into my lap, finding her obliviousness amusing, wondering how she would react if she ever found out what had just happened, using such positive words to describe him, completely unaware of the fact that minutes ago, he had been the complete opposite of all of them. my eyes shoot upwards in his direction, seeing his lips curved into a smile, soaking in all of the positive attention, using it to fuel his ego, clearly proud of how he has managed to pull this whole thing off, winning over my parents in the process an added bonus.

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“thank you so much for having me. it was great to meet you.” tom repeats, smiling widely as we say our final goodbyes, my parents waving us off as they close the door, tom and i walking down the driveway, hand in hand.

“i can’t believe you won them over so easily. that’s literally never happened before. every time my sisters have brought a boyfriend over, they literally hated him. one time my dad made my sister break up with a guy, in front of everyone.” i laugh, never witnessing my parents be so fond of a guy before, not expecting them to welcome someone like tom with open arms, usually approving of boys who were nothing like him.

“told you i’d surprise you.” he grins, that infamous smug smirk tugging on his lips once again, his hand squeezing mine as he looks downwards at me. i can tell that he will be smug about this for a while, this night being something he will bring up for the rest of our relationship, soaking up his own pride. he pauses, tongue swiping across his bottom lip as he opens the car door, climbing into it as i follow. “and, i love your parents house…

especially the bathroom.”

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pinkslashersimp · 2 years

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yandere nbc hannibal with a very chill fem darling? like he kidnaps her and she’s just like ‘i don’t have to pay rent or work and you’ll feed me and love me unconditionally?? bet sign me up’ lmao i think that would be me. idk just random domestic headcanons would be nice 😩😭

YES YES ABSOLUTELY YES

this would also be me (but with like, much more added fear💀) at least i’d have part of my life sorted

i’ll do a drabble and then put some domestic headcanons down for u💗

TW: Yandere behaviour, toxic relationship, implied kidnapping and false imprisonment, manipulation reader is female

NBC!Hannibal x Accepting Female!Reader💗🌷 (and domestic headcanons)

Domestic headcanons under the cut:)

On the surface, from the minute he took you, it seemed as if you were simply in too much shock to properly respond to what he had just done.

From the lack of fighting, screaming, crying, or begging like he had expected, Hannibal just assumed perhaps your mind had switched itself to survival instinct. To be as kind and patient with him as possible from the fear he may harm or kill you

And Hannibal loves the fact you’re so accepting of the sudden situation, it makes accepting being with him much easier and means he is able to be so much more lenient with restricting your freedom within the house.

He adores how you’ll obey any command without question, sitting when asked to or retreating to another room when he needs you to leave momentarily.

On the surface, it does seem like everything is alright.

But below? He’s concerned for you, quite a bit.

Sure, he presumed you were simply in shock, and it should've worn off the more he slyly therapised you, but each time you became more and more accepting of his i healthy obsession towards you, and his constant affections.

It worried him greatly that perhaps you’d developed stockholm syndrome. He wanted your devoted love, not some sick loyalty.

He was also concerned that perhaps you were trying to earn his trust to run away

So, he brought his concerns up with you one night over dinner, mentioning how ‘well behaved’ you’ve been and how you should think of a ‘reward’

((*hint hint* “please tell me why you’re being so obedient, darling. *hint hint*))

“I don’t want a reward Hanni, I just like living here with you. it’s free and I don’t have to work” you reply nonchalantly, barely lifting your eyes away from the food as you eat

Hes a little insulted that you view him more as a home and money bank, but happy nonetheless that you see him as the sole provider and have to rely on him only for food and shelter

You can tell that you’ve insulted him a little, so that evening whilst he’s reading in his study you come up behind him and wrap your arms around his neck, asking when he’s coming to bed because you can’t sleep without him

(He forgives you forever)

Hey, it’s a win-win.

Most chores in the house have already been completed before you’ve even noticed something needs to be cleaned. Hannibal takes care of it for you, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t little things you can do

Hannibal will not let you cook. no no no. He’s worried his ‘special eating habits’ will undo all the love you have for him and you’ll run away, or worse, cease to love him at all.

He lets you wash the dishes instead, snaking his arms around your waist from behind when you take too long.

Dusting the corners of the bookshelf, only Hannibal persuades you to climb down from the ladder since “it doesn’t need to be dusted”

(Hes actually just scared you’ll fall)

Loves spending his off days with you quietly reading whilst you sit in his lap, one hand on the book and the other running through your hair

When he trusts you enough, he’ll start bringing you out.

Never to his parties, no. Nobody can know you’re with him since your disappearance, but he’ll roam the woods with you or take you somewhere nice and secluded, letting you babble away at whatever current thing you’re interested in

Which, speaking of babbling, he loves hearing you talk. Tell him anything and he’ll listen intently, eyes softening at the sound of your voice

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crinkled-emotions · 3 months

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Day 26: Food coma naps

Requested! The initial prompt just requested Hangman, a food coma and either Bob or Rooster :)

Ship: Hangster

(I swear I'm going to write something else after this lmao)

“Guys, I really think we outdid ourselves this year. We’re gonna be eating leftovers for the next month.”

“Don’t worry about the leftovers; I don’t think my belt is ever going to do up again.”

Everyone laughed, beginning the clean up from Christmas lunch. They’d finished eating about half an hour ago and just remained at the table, talking and drinking. Amelia was with her father for the holidays so Penny and Maverick had offered to host the Daggers in attempt to distract themselves. Instead of Penny making all of the dishes, everyone had contributed and they’d mostly used paper plates and plastic cutlery so there wasn’t a ton of dishes or clean up to be done.

Hangman stretched in his seat, his hand finding Rooster’s back who was looking like he regretted that last serving of pie. To be fair, everyone was regretting their last slice of pie.

“C’mon, let’s clean up,” Coyote said. The Daggers stood and began bagging up the rubbish, waving off Penny and Maverick when they went to help.

“You hosted us; the least we can do is clean up a little,” Fanboy smiled. Whilst the others worked on getting things fixed up, Rooster and Hangman went into the kitchen to get through the minimal dishes needed to be done. Rooster rolled up his sleeves, preparing to wash whilst Hangman located a dry dishtowel. As Rooster washed Hangman methodically dried and stacked the dishes on the counter so Penny could put them away in their correct spot, talking quietly between themselves until Hangman stopped responding.

Rooster glanced over his shoulder.

“You good?”

“Yeah.”

He leaned against the counter, yawning quietly.

“Don’t you start,” Rooster groaned. Hangman grinned.

“Start what?”

“If you start yawning I’m gonna start yawning.”

“Oh c’mon, a little nap never hurt anyone.”

Hangman reached out, pulling Rooster toward him by the waist. Rooster huffed as he stepped into Hangman’s arms but he was smiling.

“A little nap? We both know it’s not little.”

The pair burst out laughing, Rooster pressing a kiss to Hangman’s temple before going back to the dishes.

“C’mon, let’s finish these and then you can nap.”

The others had already spread out across Penny and Maverick’s living area, leaving a loveseat for the two aviators to share. Rooster flopped down first but Hangman didn’t hesitate to sit on his lap which earned groans from around the room.

“Can you two not be in love for once?” Fanboy complained, Bob nodding.

“We just ate. Don’t make me nauseous.”

“Are you gonna rock him to sleep?” Phoenix snickered, to which Rooster shrugged but Hangman very quickly shook his head.

“As Bob said; we just ate. I wouldn’t if I were him.”

That being said, he did scoot to rest his head on Rooster’s shoulder. Rooster sucked in a breath, grasping his boyfriend’s arm.

“Jake, can you not-“

“-what are we watching?” Penny interrupted as Fanboy flicked through Netflix, trying to find a Christmas movie. He glanced over.

“How do you feel about the Guardians of the Galaxy Christmas movie?”

“We all know we’re gonna be asleep in five minutes anyway, might as well pass out to a great soundtrack,” Payback said. Bob glanced at Phoenix beside him, an amused smile crossing his features. She was already half asleep despite teasing Hangman for his food-coma-induced potential nap.

“You good?”

“Shut up.”

She lifted his arm to use his chest as a pillow and by the time the movie was starting she was asleep. Bob ran a hand over her back, moving in slow circles whilst the others all settled into the movie.

About halfway through the movie Rooster stirred, grimacing when he realised he couldn’t feel his legs. His arm was still across Jake’s waist, gently circling his hip. It appeared the others had also flaked, strewn across the living room and napping off their food comas. Rooster sighed, his hand reaching up to work his fingers through Hangman’s hair. Jake groaned, turning his face back toward the crook of Bradley’s neck and huffing at him.

“I was finally asleep, asshole,” he muttered. Rooster’s lips twitched upward in amusement as he kept his hand in Jake’s hair, scratching at the back of his neck. It made Hangman shiver, eyes falling closed again but Rooster poked him in the ribs.

“Don’t go back to sleep; c’mon, let’s go home, our bed is much more comfortable.”

“Pretty comfy here, don’t worry ‘bout it,” Jake replied. He shifted, pulling his arm out from where it had previously been tucked behind Rooster’s back for support. He dropped a kiss to Rooster’s forehead, standing and holding his hand out to him.

“Okay, let’s go home.”

Rooster grabbed his keys and wallet, then as an afterthought shoved them in his pocket to grab Hangman’s hand.

“C’mon, babe. If you fall asleep in the car just know I’m leaving you there.”

“You always say the most romantic things, Roos.”

The pair made a beeline for their bed, not even bothering to get under the covers before they flopped on top of it. Rooster pulled himself up to the pillows but Hangman stayed by his stomach, lifting Rooster’s shirt to blow a raspberry before he slung an arm over him. Rooster glanced down at him, an amused smile crossing his face.

“Is it comfortable down there?”

“It’ll do.”

“You’re gonna put your neck out; c’mere.”

Rooster put his hands under Hangman’s arms, suggesting he scoot up. Hangman groaned.

“You’re killing me.”

“Me? I think it might have been that last slice of pie.”

“It’s always the last slice of pie,” Jake yawned. He shifted up, letting Bradley press a kiss to his forehead before they went quiet. Rooster drifted back off to sleep but Jake stayed up a little longer, the earlier nap fixing the worst of the food coma. He glanced up at Rooster, already snoring his ass off, and he snorted.

“Happy holidays, B.”

#Top Gun: Maverick #Top Gun Maverick #TGM #Bradley Rooster Bradshaw #Bradley Bradshaw #Rooster #Callsign: Rooster #Jake Hangman Seresin #Jake Seresin #Hangman #Callsign: Hangman #Hangster #G's Dec 2023 Prompts!

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stranger-nightmare · 2 years

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ok I’m on my period and I’ve seen a lot of stuff about what Steve/Eddie would do if you weren’t feeling great BUT curious to know what you think the fruity four would do if they saw that you’d bled through the back of your pants 🫣

The Fruity Four Reacting to Their Partner Being on Their Period

Steve Harrington

Steve my beloved, I adore him but I think he’d be a lil lost about what to do at first

like I picture him going over to ask Nancy quickly whether he should tell you or not and Nancy has to talk him through what to do basically

he guides you over to a quiet corner to tell you what’s happened, and he feels awkward at first but as soon as sees how embarrassed you are he switches gears to being very reassuring and positive, pulling you in for a quick forehead kiss

he’ll basically scope out a path for you to escape and then runs on behind you to help hide it

he’ll be a lil clueless and has to ask you for the exact specifications of what you need but then he’ll go into the store and get you whatever you need

he also gave you one of his sweaters to tie round your waist in the meantime

he spends like 20 minutes in the store bc he still got lost and confused even though you specifically told him what you need lmao

Eddie Munson

Eddie would be great at being discreet I think, he’ll just come up and hug you from behind and gently whisper into your ear what’s happened but to everyone else it just looks like he’s cuddling you and giving you a lil neck kiss

he’ll drape his jacket over you as he guides you out the room or whatever but he’ll also walk behind you just for added security

he doesn’t care if it’s the middle of the school, he’s driving you home or back to his to get cleaned up and then bunking the rest of the day off

will stop off on the drive home to buy you whatever products you need as well as stocking up on all your favourite snacks so you two can spend the rest of the day just chilling and eating junk, bc that’s what a period day calls for ofc

he also stops off at blockbuster on the way home to pick up a selection of your favourite movies

and you best believe this boy had all your favourite movies and snacks stored in his memory, he did not need your input at any point, he just knows you too well

Robin Buckley

I love Robin so much but she would not be subtle bless her

as soon as she spots it she’ll literally rugby tackle you round the waist and hold onto you from behind

and when you try to squirm away she’ll frantically whisper what’s happened in your ear before trying to usher you out the room

like she’ll literally awkwardly shuffle you out the room whilst she’s still clinging on to you from behind, which if anything just makes more of a scene bc everyone else is just looking at you like ????

she’ll get you somewhere private / safe before she absolutely legs it to the closest store to get whatever you need bc let’s be real Robin is too messy and disorganised to have anything upon her person

in the meantime she’ll also give you her overshirt to wrap around you whilst she runs off

will make sure to make you giggle and smile again afterwards, refusing to let you feel embarrassed about it bc it’s really not that big of a deal

Nancy Wheeler

will discreetly come up behind you to cover it up, not making it apparent to anyone else

will calmly and gently tell you what’s happened

will walk behind you to her car where she definitely keeps a spare change of clothes for any and all scenarios and she’ll just get you a jacket to wrap around yourself

she also always sanitary products with her, she’s hella prepared and organised

she’ll generally just be really sweet and chill about the situation, like she won't make a big deal out of it all

gives you a lil forehead kiss and reassures you that it happens to the best of us at times and you shouldn’t feel embarrassed

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A/N: I hope you liked these! thank you for sending the lil scenario <33

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blue-jisungs · 2 years

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ask game request 2 let's go 🤩

for dialogue, prompt #4, #18, and #44. And especially with #18 and #44, I picture them together with #44 being a sarcastic response to #18 if that makes sense lmao (if it doesn't dw anything you do with these will be amazing!)

and for action, prompt #24, #25, and #26 coincidentally all in a row lmao

this just screams Joshua to me, plus he's my main bias in svt so <333

hope you have fun writing this again!

can I ask who ur bias/biases are in svt? 💖 also now I want to be friends with you cause of how much I love talking back and forth 😭

"wanna bet?"

a/n. HELLO AGAIN :D also, agreed this is such a joshua thing to do >.<

when it comes to your question: my biases are wonwoo and minghao <33 … but i do get bias wrecked by seungcheol lately smh🙄

PLS ME TOO I LOVE OUR LITTLE CONVOS HEHE ALSO YOUR REPLIES/REBLOGS/LITTLE COMMENTS MAKE MY DAY ISTG :”)

also i listened to this town by niall horgan on a loopwhilst writing it and no i’m not crying

warnings. mention of alcohol and being drunk

a small party that your boyfriend threw to celebrate you nailing your exams was… unexpected. you came home, dropping groceries on the floor while letting out a tired sigh. after taking off your shoes and entering the living room suddenly–

"SURPRISE!" 13 voices yelled out, making you let out a squeak. they all laughed at your reaction whilst you faced them, peeking out from their previous hiding spots.

they all congratulated you and even gave small gifts, making you taken aback. joshua, on the other hand, came up to you at the very end and placed a soft kiss on top of your head.

"your exams are over. let’s relax" he said with a smile.

and that’s how it started. the party was very cultural until seungcheol found some alcohol.

you and joshua didn’t drink much. mostly because you wanted to remember this and tease the members after.

when the wild games and shouting ended, it was around 1am. you were dragged to the floor by hoshi to dance and you couldn’t say no after he bawled his eyes out because someone (jeonghan) reminded him, out of the blue, how bambi’s mom died.

joshua watched you with heart in his eyes, not even fighting the smile that grew on his lips.

"you’re so in love. it makes me sick" seungkwan’s voice made him scoff.

the party was slowly coming to an end. you decided to provide a sleepover for the drunkest members whilst the other ones took a cab home.

"shua" you hummed, picking up the dishes on the coffe table.

"what is it, baby?" your boyfriend asked and after pulling a blanket over sleeping dokyeom, he turned his head towards you. once he saw you cleaning up the mess, he rushed towards you.

"thank you for doing this. it’s… i appreciate it" you chuckled but a frown appeared at your face when joshua took the dishes from your hands and put them in the sink "what are you–"

"don’t bother cleaning. we’ll use the drunkards to help us tomorrow" he grinned and a soft song came on the speaker. right, speaker. you should turn it off.

suddenly you felt joshua’s hand grabbing yours and he turned you to face him. his hair were a bit messy but this mischievous look in his eyes made you wonder what’s on his head.

"can i have this dance?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"oh sure sir. i thought you’d never ask" you hummed and in no time his hands gently grabbed your waist, swaying you two to the rhythm.

"well, if you weren’t so busy dancing with drunk hoshi…" he scoffed and felt your hands resting at his shoulders. you looked him in the eye with subtle smile.

"oh come on. he clearly needed a distraction after remembering the cruel death of bambi’s mom" you snorted and joshua just shook his head.

you looked in his eyes, instantly getting lost. because looking in his brown, chocolate irises felt like home you never wanted to leave.

you felt an urgent need to kiss him. to do so you had to stand on your tippy toes but you did that anyways. joshua instantly melted into the kiss, his lips turning into a smile because of your efforts.

he leaned away, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear and leaned again for a tender kiss. now you were the one who fought the urge the smile. once your lips disconnected, you did so. it was infectious.

joshua decided to give you yet another kiss. you placed your hands at his neck, feeling how hot it was. you leaned ever so slightly, resting your forehead against his, your smile making it hard for him to look away from your lips.

after placing a quick peck on them, he said with one breath quietly:

"i’m going to marry you one day"

your eyes widened and he grinned at your reaction.

"wanna bet?" you giggled yet the feeling of butterflies invading your stomach was making it hard to hold your composure.

"yeah and the wedding ring is an award for the one who wins" joshua scoffed.

"that doesn’t make sense because even when someone loses, this person is still–" you laughed and joshua’s lips silenced you.

he leaned away, cupping your smiley face.

"that’s the point, darling" he hummed, making your cheeks heat up.

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gh0ulishsanctum · 1 year

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Whisp ghoul Angst drabble

Song drabble because it's been stuck in my head for the past few days A very emotional whisp who just can't get her emotions out, until she goes to the practice room and finally lets go through the one thing she can. Music.

Thank you to plasma and eli for giving me the umph to actually write this LMAO

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" I'm NOT. afraid. " Whisp snarled, clenching her fists at her sides whilst squaring off with dewdrop, who leaned against her doorframe. " Whisp, you haven't left your room in two days, we can smell your fear, and you just won't fucking talk to us, so you're either afraid of us judging you, or you're just too scared to talk. " He narrowed his eyes, tail twitching in agitation as whisp took a step forward, slamming her hand against the door frame, the wood groaned from the force as smoke billowed from between her massive fangs. " Get out. " Whisp hissed in his face, tears bubbling in her eyes " Whisp- " "I SAID GET OUT! JUST GET OUT! LEAVE!" Dew took a step forward, only for whisp to lash out and punch him directly in the nose, sending him reeling backwards with shock written on his face. "Go." She growled pathetically, tears streaming down her face as she promptly slammed the door in his face. She pressed her back against the door, sliding down into a ball on the floor as her tail curled around her thigh, providing little to no comfort as she screamed into her hands, claws digging into her scalp. She couldn't figure out what she was so afraid of, and now dew was certainly onto it, He thinks you're weak. you ARE weak. Whisp shoved her face into her knees, squeezing her body into a tighter ball as the sobs wracked her frame, sending her into a fit of full body shakes and pathetic whimpers. What was she afraid of? Herself at this point. She'd just punched one of her packmates, infact her knuckles still stung where she'd made contact with the bones in his face. It seemed like she couldn't hold herself together, no matter how many times she tried to stop and think like aether and mountain told her to, it just didn't seem to click. She always moved before she could think. They had to be frustrated with her right? all her excuses? The tears had long stopped now and she was left with a feeling of emptiness, a void filled with the crackles of her internal flame dwindling. She stood on shaking legs, claws scrabbling against the floor as her paws fumbled, a hand shot out to grip the wall, keeping her steady as she walked into the bathroom to stare at herself in the mirror. Dew was right, it was obvious she hadn't left her room in days, the bags under her eyes proved she wasn't sleeping, and the way her shirt hung off her proved she hadn't been eating, tearstained cheeks that seemed to sting from just how much she'd cried in the past two days, her head pounded and she gripped the sink, dropping her head as she grit her teeth. she was PATHETIC. absolutely pathetic. When she raised her head again her fist came into contact with the glass of the mirror, over, and over, and over until the glass shattered, exploding into the room while her knuckles split, glass sticking into her rough hide whilst she let out another heart-wrenching scream, it just felt right, it felt nice to scream, even if it only helped for a few seconds. Her chest heaved as she pulled her hand back from the now completely shattered mirror, she'd clean it up later.. or would she? Whisp sat on the edge of the tub, picking out shards of glass in her hand as blood cascaded down her arm, pooling onto the floor and all over her thigh, she was sure the others could smell it, as she felt their distress spike, A soft trill left her, a cry for help that only she heard. After a good 30 minutes of waiting out the storm outside her room, whisp stood up with her now wrapped up hand, exiting the bathroom back into her bedroom, which was wrecked entirely from her fits of rage, where she threw just about anything she could, Her eyes landed on the blue grey guitar sitting on the stand in the corner of her room, Satanas, she completely forgot about the damn thing. Her legs moved before she could process, and now she stood infront of the instrument, perfectly polished and clean like always, the strings glinting off the small amount of light that trickled in from her blinds.

Maybe. just maybe.. she could sneak into the practice room. She decided, what was the worst thing that could happen, the pack had to be holed up somewhere trying to comfort eachother from her obvious strain on their bond. After throwing on one of dew's jackets he'd lent her after she'd lost almost all of hers on the tour busses and hotels, and a pair of jeans, she hooked the guitar strap over her shoulder, the sun had just dipped over the back of the ministry, casting the yard in a gold glow with hints of softer cool colors. Normally she'd have went off to go get rain so they could sit on the dock and wait for the fireflies to come out, She felt a pang of guilt, only for a moment before she rolled her shoulders, hands coming up to support the guitar on her body as she strode through the ghoul wing, heading to the practice room. This has to work. it has to. Once entering, whisp shut the door, propping one of the chairs up under the doorknob, she knew as soon as her pack saw her room empty, they'd frantically track her scent here, and she didn't want to explain, not one bit. She got comfortable on the carpeted stage, plugging up the aux cord into the side of her guitar whilst holding a pick between her teeth while her other hand set up a mic stand, Being a multighoul had it's perks, well, even if she was just a normal fire ghoul, she had many talents. A soft halfhearted snort exited her nose as she propped a foot up on the speaker infront of her, which quietly hummed before she begun to tune up her guitar, ears flicking as she processed the sounds. hums built in her throat as she chose a song, eyes down cast, here's to hoping she doesn't get in trouble for being loud..again. She set her phone up elsewhere, plugging it up aswell so the audio she chose could play along, to keep her in time since she couldn't drum AND play guitar at the same time. After a few deep breaths to steel her nerves, her claws tapped against the screen as she fumbled the play button. [if you'd like to listen along, start the song now!] " I'm not afraid, of the war you've come to wage against my sins. " " I'm not okay, but I can try my best to Just Pretend. " Her voice started off quiet, hand gripping her mic stand like she would simply fade away with the soft hum of the AC in the room. Her voice felt rough, from all the screaming she'd done, but, it didn't matter, nobody was here except for her. " So will you wait me out? Or will you drown me out? " " So will you wait me out? Or will you drown me out? " as the music paused she took another deep breath, in through her nose and out of her mouth, hands poised on her strings. " I can wait for you at the bottom, I can stay away if you want me to. " Right as the chorus begun her voice grew louder as the tears returned to her now squeezed shut eyes, fingers flying over the metal strings of her guitar which thrummed pleasantly in her ears from the speaker beneath her foot, " I can wait for years if I gotta, Heaven knows I ain't getting over you. " Another deep breath interrupted by a hiccupping sob that rose out before she could contain it and cage it deep in her chest one hand rose up during the silence, using her sleeve to wipe away the tears clouding her eyes, this would work. it had to. IT HAS TO. " I know the pain, that you hide behind the smile on your face." " And not a day goes by where I don't think I feel the same. " Her voice grew stronger, this time though.. " So will you wait me out? Or will you drown me out? " " So will you wait me out? Or will you drown me out? "

Whisp gripped her guitar and finally released the tension in her body, letting her voice rip out in a loud emotion filled scream, the tears now ran freely, soaking her face and dripping down onto the metal of her guitar that was held with shaking, talented hands. " I can wait for you at the bottom, I can stay away if you want me to! " " I can wait for years if I gotta, Heaven knows I ain't getting over you! " " We'll try again, When we're not so different.. " " We will make amends, " " Til then I'll just Pretend. " Whisp's voice grew shallow and broke into pieces, becoming hoarse once again " Weigh down on me, Stay til' morning.. " " Way down, Would you say I'm worthy..? " " Weigh down on me, Stay til' morning.. " " Way down, Would you say I'm worthy..? " As the room went silent whisp fell to her knees, just barely shielding her guitar from hitting the floor as she braced herself on her hands, now she was sobbing, she was finally able to really cry. Tears soaked her face, her neck, her shirt, and the carpet beneath her head, one hand coming up to grip the collar of her shirt tight while the raspy cries of finally released emotion filled the room. it worked.

[ may add a ghoul comfort onto this at a later date, but, I think i'll go ahead and post this now! ]

#Whisp ghoul #nameless ghoul oc #self healing #angst

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roscgcld · 3 years

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HEADCANON + FUSHIGURO MEGUMI || relationship things

request: Can you do sfw and nsfw relationship hcs for Fushiguro

note: hello love! i wouldn’t mind doing some hcs for our little shy bean! tbh, i am not going to lie, this did not take me long to thing lmao - this is my first nsfw work on this blog tho! so this was definitely fun.

pronouns: them/they

note: aged-up!fushiguro! x reader, nsfw content below - please skip if you’re uncomfortable

other than that, enjoy~

sfw

if you two ever share a home together, i feel like he’s the kind of guy who would string fairy lights around your home because it’s cozy to him?

definitely have dog themed couple items - matching dog themed slippers, mugs, even decorative plates if you allow him to

bet you they are both modelled after his shikigami dogs - since they were the first shikigami to submit to him. so they always hold a special place in his heart

i feel like even though he trains hard, he still likes to keep his hands in good condition. so there is tubes of hand lotion scattered everywhere, at the most random of places by the way

speaking to that - you two might have manicure weekends at home; where he’d spend some time just trimming and caring for his hands and fingernails. he’d do yours if you ask him to

sometimes he’d come home dead tired and just collapses on you wordlessly - wrapping his arms around you tightly whilst burying his face into your neck

would sigh in content when you wrap your arms around him and hold him close, just running your fingers through his hair gently and tracing your fingers down the back of his neck

if you try to ask him about work, he’d either tell you everything in detail or nothing at all - there is no in between

most times it’s just him grumbling about gojo and yuji, who he’d once said they both ‘shave so many years off my life just by breathing’

when he’s away on missions, he’ll call you just so you two can go about your day. no words are needed, but he just wants to hear you go about your day. it calms him down, and reminds himself that you’re going to be there for him

weekend visits to his sister - who survived the Shibuya incident and is now recovering slowly under the care of Ieiri (this is not canon by the way - in the manga we still have no idea how things are gonna turn out for her after the whole Geto thing)

having random members of the zen’in clan coming to your shared home asking if you’d talk to them about trying to convince fushiguro to become a zen’in

if fushiguro is home at the time, he’d send his devine dog on them; listening to their terrified screams with a pleased smile as they ran away from your home

“that’s not really nice, gumi.”

“yeah, yeah - wanna go grab some bingsu?”

honey, you are set for life by the way - mans can cook a bomb ass meal. and from what we know, learns quick too. so if you want to try something new, just give him a few minutes to google and watch a tutorial on it and i bet your ass he can recreate it down to a t

feel like he gives the best massages - don’t tell me otherwise. his hands are definitely made for more then just battles

enjoys it when you would whisper sweet nothings to him after a long week of work - getting more and more cuddly the longer you shower him in praises

he’s more talkative around you compared to others, more willing to share his emotions and how he’s feeling - even though sometimes he finds it hard to find the right words

he lets you wear his clothes - shirts, sweaters, hoodies, sweats. you name it, he’d just gives it to you. finds it cute how you’re drowned in the fabric

enjoys blow drying your hair; idk, i just see him with a peaceful expression on his face, carefully blow drying your hair for you after a warm shower together

would give you actual advice on your outfit - i feel like he’s the one who helps yuji and nobara put together their outfits together whenever they go out of town

nothing is out of place in your home - there is always a compartment for it, or a space on the shelf, or in a drawer

cooking dates together - if you can’t cook, he’ll teach you. if you can cook, you two will try something new together

feel like he’s a dark chocolate fanatic - so you guys will always have a shit ton of chocolate in your home

on some days you’ll come home and just have nue stretched out over your living room, your boyfriend just watching the tv before him whilst petting the owl-like shikigami like it’s a domesticated cat

“oh, hey babe.” he’d greet with a casual nod at you whilst you stand in the hallway, blinking in confusion

idk, i feel like you two have a chilled but lowkey chaotic relationship - since he is friends with gojo, yuji and nobara. but it’s still really loving, with more physical instead of verbal shows of affection. you’ll be treated like a queen/king, and as long as megumi has it, he will make sure you know how much he loves you, even if he’s not by your side due to work

nsfw

okay, i get he’s all innocent and is dense in everything else besides jujutsu - but you have to remember this dude’s dad is fushiguro fucking togi

don’t tell me this man is kink-less - there is no fucking way

i mean yeah, when you two first get down and dirty together, i feel like he’s all awkward and unsure at first, since he didn’t want to hurt you

but i get this vibe that he knows exactly what he wants - but let’s remember he’s still a shy bean that refuses to do anything with you until he is 100% comfortable

stress sex happens often - i can bet you that this man will probably come home with a dark look on his face, push you onto the nearest flat surface and just grinds against your ass

people keep saying that he’s a boobs man - and i can see that. doubt he really gives a shit about the size, he just enjoys how he can play with your nipples and have you squirm underneath him

he enjoys tugging your hair - there is just something about wrapping your soft strands between his fingers whilst he fucks you hard; hearing your voice loud and clear

feel like he’s a doggy man; enjoys running his large hand down your back and gripping the back of your neck. how he can shove your face into the mattress whilst fucking you silly from the back

lowkey has a dumbification kink - enjoys whenever you fucked so good by him that you’re basically drooling and babbling absolute nonsense at him

enjoys leaving hickeys on places you’d never notice at first - on your back, back of your hip, small of your back, shoulder blades. he enjoys you coming up to him with a blush on your face and smacking his shoulder, whining to him that nobara and maki saw the hickeys he left all over to you

bruises on your hips are also a common thing too - he’s hands are so strong and rough that sometimes he just forgets that your skin is delicate and you can bruise easily. he’ll apologise, then add new ones on top of the old ones

enjoys choking you as well - loves to feel your racing pulse under his fingertips and how you tighten around him whenever he tightens his old around you more

dacryphilia - definitely feels a thrill go through him when you’d look up at him with tear soaked lashes and stained cheeks. makes him take you harder

doesn’t always enjoy a blowjob - idk why, i feel like he’s more into giving that receiving. goes with his dacryphilia kink too - will stay with his head between your thighs until you’re crying and shaking whilst you try to push him away

definitely enjoys pinning you down, either with his hands or with ropes and handcuffs, but he’s not interested in the entire bdsm thing

enjoys buying you lacy lingerie, regardless of what gender you are, and just have you put them on to show him; only to then rip it off of you as he pins you down on the sofa

he’s somewhat of a soft dom, he wants to protect you and always make sure you’re going to be enjoying yourself. but he’s not above using your body for his own pleasure

he’s not a loud man - a loud grunt from time to time, low groans and growls. but he’s not loud in bed. but enjoys it when you’re loud

man loves the aftercare process - cleans you up gently with a towel, making sure you’re hydrated, getting you snacks if you’re hungry, rubbing your sore muscles. he views it as intimate and cherishes those moments when you lean on him the most

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seiyasabi · 3 years

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Idolised

(Here’s a Yandere Todo Aoi x Female Reader story :P I wrote up the layout for this a while ago, and I’m currently madly in love w him, so here we are!

Thank you all so much for your support and being so understanding of my situation. I love you all so much ;)

TW: !noncon/dubcon!, !Has a whole ass shrine dedicated to you, you literally don’t know he exists lmao, !claims he's ur bf to everyone, manipulation!, intimidation!, sort of kidnapping!, !forced cunnilingus!, etc..

Please proceed with caution!)

“(Your Name)-Chan, why didn’t you tell us that you have a boyfriend?” You slowly stop chewing, chopsticks going slack in your hand. Eyes darting towards your friend Mika, you raise an unamused eyebrow.

“What are you talking about, Mika-Chan? I don’t have a boyfriend,” All of your girlfriends look at each other, unbelieving of your claim. All giggle, thinking that you’re just being shy.

“Ne~ don’t be coy! It’s okay to tell us about your boyfriend! From the pictures I’ve seen, he’s quite handsome, huh?” At this point, you’re completely confused. Are they pranking you? You don’t have a boyfriend!

“I genuinely have no idea what you’re talking about-“ The seat next to you slides out, and a hulking figure plops itself down on the wooden chair, the wood creaking horrifically underneath their weight.

Their arm wraps around the back of your own chair, practically engulfing you in the crook of their enormous elbow, “Hey, Pretty Girl. I’m sorry that I’m late, you know how late my classes run sometimes.”

You’re too scared to even turn towards the large man, choosing instead to look at your friends with a horrified expression. They don’t notice it, too busy ogling at the apparent eye candy next to you, “Uhm, I’m sorry, but who are you? And why do they think that you’re my boyfriend?” An awkward silence immediately follows after, the man’s hand gripping the wood behind you so hard that it creaks.

He forces a deep laugh, which sounds quite menacing. He moves his hand onto your back, his warm palm felt through your stylish top, “You’re so funny, (Nickname)-Chan! It’s alright, you don’t need to hide me anymore. I messaged your girls last week, they know about us.”

“Yeah, (First Name)-Chan! It’s okay! We think you’re both so adorable,” They practically fawn over the two of you, trying to push you closer into each other’s arms. The man next to you takes this in stride, practically hauling your chair up next to his. His arm is now fully around you, as you lean in close to your hair and neck. He inhaled deeply, a satisfied grunt rumbling through his chest.

“Don’t do anything stupid, (Your Name)-Chan. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll follow my every whim,” Tears of fear and anxiety bead your eyes, which your friends take as relief that you’re no longer hiding away from them.

“Don’t cry, (First Name)-Chan! It’s okay! We all support you wholeheartedly!”

The rest of the lunch consisted of you being extremely uncomfortable, and your closest friends being none the wiser. Somehow, they don’t notice how you constantly inch away from him, only to be dragged back to his side. Somehow, they don’t know how he’s whispering mild threats into your ear.

But, through this time, you learned the name of your so-called ‘boyfriend.’ Todo Aoi, the beast currently keeping you glued to your seat in fear. He’s so much bigger than you, so much faster, seemingly so much smarter.

“Bye, (First Name)-Chan, Bye, Todo-Kun! It was nice to meet you!” Your friends wave the two of you off, one of his large hands securely on the small of your back. His grip is bruising, controlling. Todo practically pushes you towards an unknown destination, your body only able to continue forward, whether you wanted it to or not.

“I’m proud of you, (First Name)-Chan. I knew my girl was smart, beautiful, and capable. This just proved it to me,” A small whimper escapes your throat, as fresh tears bead your eyes.

“Why are you doing this? What do you want from me?” A booming laugh is heard, practically shaking the ground below you, causing you to flinch.

“Why am I doing this? Well, I’m doing this, because I love you. I want us to be together, so we’re going home,” He says this as if it solved all of your problems.

“But we don’t know each other, why even bother-“

“We know each other. I saved your life, remember?” For the first time tonight, you look at him. His distinct scar immediately catches your attention- this man did, in fact, save your life. Two months prior, someone or something shoved you onto some train tracks, right in front of an oncoming train. In a mere moment, the bulky man grabbed you from the tracks, and hopped back up onto the platform, effectively saving your life.

“I-Bu-But what? We met only once, and-“ He shushes you, forcing you closer to his side, his entire hand practically engulfing your waist.

“There’s no need to worry. In that Moment, I knew that you were meant to be my beautiful Princess. You need me to care for you, and I’m up for the task.”

“Princess? Sir, I think you need help! We’ve only talked once, and while I’m grateful for you saving my life, I think this is excessive! Please let me go!”

He ignores you, sighing dreamily about what the two of you will get up to. Todo couldn’t wait to add more to your shrine at home! He’ll be sure to get as much dirty clothes, used tissues, and everything else he could ever want!

Forcing you into an upper class loft building, he guides you by the small of your spine into a lift, disregarding the old woman inside. She looks at you as if the both of you are the most adorable couple she’s ever seen, making you shift in discomfort. Todo takes it in stride, practically preening under her gaze, but pretending it has no effect on him.

He nonchalantly presses his floor’s number, before placing that hand on your hip, and rubbing it in circular motions. You try to move away from him, but his grip is solid.

Before long, the lift stops on his floor, and he pushes you out. You stumble into the area outside of his front door- his home being the only one on the entire floor. The door itself has a pin pad on its handle, which he quickly typed in, once he’s directly in front of it, leading you to believe that there’s most likely a second pin pad on the other side.

Once you hear the click of the door being unlocked, Todo moves away from the entryway, and motions you inside, “Go ahead, Princess.”

In a Moment of defiance, you shake your Head no, “I think this has gone on long enough,” His eyes narrow slightly, yet you continue, practically shaking in your shoes, “I-I don’t want to go inside. Please let me go home.”

His booming laughter fills the small space, as he shakes his head in disbelief, “You’re adorable, (Nickname)-Chan! Now, go inside before I become angry.” The bite in his final words forces you forward, into his dark flat.

He flicks on the light switch the moment you step inside, momentarily blinding you. Once you’re able to blink away the dots swimming in your vision, you’re greeted with a fairly normal sight. The living room, kitchen, and dining room are conjoined in an open concept, making the large place seem even larger. Two hallways branch off on either side of the large room, most likely leading to a master, a guest room, bathroom, and an office.

“What do you think? I read in a magazine that women like clean homes, so I deep clean this flat at least once a week.”

You aren’t sure what to say, but you nod along anyway, “Yes, it’s very nice.” He beams down at you, cheeks practically stretching to the fullest extent.

“This shows that I know how to make women happy! I believe that’s a redeeming quality,” You awkwardly give him the side eye, “Oh, don’t look at me like that, silly girl! I have many more redeeming qualities if that one isn’t good enough. Now,” He clasps your shoulder with a large hand, “Why don’t I show you our bedroom?”

“Our?” Your eyes are practically bugging out of your skull, as he nods gleefully.

“We’re a couple, aren’t we? And couples share everything with each other.”

With that, he practically drags you down the left hallway. There’s only one door at the end of the hall, signalling that this is the master bedroom. With one hand, he pushes open the door, before coaxing you inside. His hand that was previously on your shoulder migrates to the bottom of your spine. The room is a mixture of black and your favourite colour, showcasing that this room is the both of yours.

The bed is quite large, most likely to accommodate your large captor and yourself, “I thought you’d like that your favourite colour is in here.”

You say nothing, tears beading your eyes. You wring your hands in anxiety, as he leads you to the bed. He sits you down on the edge, before kneeling in front of you. Todo leans forward, resting on your thighs, all whilst still practically towering over you even when sitting.

“Why’re you crying, Princess? There’s no reason to,” He swipes under your eye the moment the first tear falls.

“Why am I crying? You must be joking! You-you just kidnapped me!” He shushes you once more, causing a spark of anger to course through you. He hasn’t listened to a single complaint you’ve voiced! “Stop doing that! It’s rude! I’m allowed to be upset-“

With two massive hands, he forces your thighs open, “I know your work has you stressed, Pretty Girl- why don’t you let me calm you down?” He pushes his hands up your thighs, your skirt barely covering your pussy, allowing his thumbs to ghost over your panty clad cunny.

You try to thrash out of his hold, pushing against his hands, “No! Let go of me!” Your thrashing does nothing, as just the weight of his forearms we’re enough to press your thighs to the bed. His left hand rubs against your clit and hole, trying to make you as wet as possible. You try to push against his forearms, but he presses down harder.

His thumb rubs fluidly over your clit in an even pressure. Your hips press up, trying to buck him off, but it only causes him to press down harder. In no time, you’re growing wet against his ministrations. You choke back your whines, smacking his arms, before pushing against his head which hovers just above your cunt.

“Do you feel that, Princess? You’re getting so wet!” He suddenly presses his open mouth against your mound, tongue matching pace with his thumb. A moan escapes your throat before you can stop it, halting the large man in his tracks. You sound so perfect to him!

In one swift motion, he yanks your panties down your legs, and tosses them onto the mattress beside you. You try to close your legs, but it’s no use. I’m seconds, he has your thighs presses as far open as they can go, and his face is buried in your pretty cunny. His tongue dips into your folds, savouring your taste, before flicking against your clit.

His tongue rubs against your clit in swift, smooth motions, quickly causing you to grow wetter than before. Your slick drips down your cunny, coating your ass and inner thighs. More moans escape your mouth, as you writhe against him.

“Sto-Stop! Oh my god-“ He gives a small laugh at your begs, eating you out faster than before. Loud slurps and ‘mms’ are heard throughout the room, as you quickly go over the edge. Your juices squirt out of your cunny, coating his chin and his shoulders in slick. A loud keen is heard throughout the room.

The mixture of your wonderful cum and loud moans causes the large man to bust a load in his pants. He groans against you, causes your thighs to tremble in overstimulation. Todo removes himself from your pussy (not before licking up as much slick as possible), and smiles up at you.

“You’re so wonderful, (Nickname)-Chan! I should’ve done this sooner!”

#todo aoi #todo x reader #todo aoi x reader #jjk smut #jjk x reader #yandere jjk #yandere todo #yandere jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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chihirolovebot · 2 years

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(cw: mentions of c//vid 19 for anyone that needs it?..)

i’ve had covid for a couple days and I just feel awful ugh, i have a sore throat and no appetite and I’m always tired :( is it okay if you do byakuya and nagito (separate) x sick!reader, with those symptoms? it doesn’t have to be covid :3

featuring — byakuya togami, nagito komaeda.

content — sickness, fluff, food/eating mention.

notes — sorry you're ill :( i had covid a few weeks ago and it really sucked. prayers for a speedy recovery <3

— byakuya.

first of all i'm going to imagine this to be future foundation!byakuya because i see him as more mature and doting :)

hopes peak!byakuya would probably just send his butlers to tend to you lmao.

is he concerned? yes, very. will he show it? good luck.

first of all, you going into work is out of the question. he threatens to actually tie you down if you attempt it. tells you to stop being an idiot and that you're no help to anyone if you're ill.

ouch lmao

you know he's actually just worried for you tho <3

gets extra concerned if you don't have an appetite. he sends for your favourite foods but when he gets the call that you're not eating, he comes right back home.

tries to coax you into eating :(( mostly uses bargaining. like, "just ten spoonfuls and then you can stop." "you're not going back to sleep until you clear at least this bit here, understand?"

takes your temperature religiously, every hour on the hour to make sure you're not getting a fever.

keeps the bedside well-stocked with anything you could need. ice, water, antibiotics, painkillers, hot water bottles, a wet washcloth, your favourite books.

gets you expensive lozenges for your sore throat!! and a variety of soothing herbal teas that he makes you drink.

he's uncharacteristically soft when you get sick. it kind of jolts him back to the scary reality that you're all mortal, and it makes him unusually tender and touchy.

a hand on your head, patting your shoulder as you drink your tea, tilting your head up when he spoons you hot soup </3

one of the few times he lets you crawl all over him so make the most of it.

if you ever call attention to how doting he's being he'll get incredibly embarrassed.

"do it yourself, then."

"don't be bitter :)"

— nagito.

oh no.

first of all, he's convinced he is the reason you're sick.

even if he hasn't been sick, he'll just blame his luck. his first instinct is to get the hell out of dodge to avoid worsening your condition.

you're gonna have to tell him you want him there.

he's a little terrified.

"you... are you sure? you really want someone as useless as me taking care of you? shouldn't i get mikan instead?"

you tell him no, but he gets her anyway. she takes your temperature and tells him what you need and he feels slightly more prepared.

once he realises you really don't want him to leave, oh god he's utterly devoted to you.

at your side 24/7. refuses to leave even when you try and sleep your illness off. he's there, holding your hand at your bedside.

reads to you!! oh my god. he gets your favourite book and sits beside you on the bed, letting you droop all over him as he reads aloud. his voice is so soft and soothing it sends you dozing off immediately <3

i headcanon he can actually cook okay if his luck is on his side so he makes you soft, easy foods like soups and stews. gets incredibly worried if you don't want to eat and it'll be one of the few times he actually argues with you.

"please eat something... i can't just sit here whilst you... please? just a few spoonfuls, you can do that, right?"

goes to the pharmacy for way more medicine than you need - like, he comes back with boxes spilling out of his arms. very diligent with making you take tablets like antibiotics and throat soothers because he wants you better as soon as possible!

literally at your service the whole time. he takes time off school to stay with you, cooks for you, even cleans up your room if it starts getting messy.

thank him!! he'll be a mess :')))

"it - it's nothing! it's my honour, really, that you'd allow me to take care of you like this..."

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arvinsescape · 3 years

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Reader being really shy when she goes to tom's place for the first time, too embarrassed to even sit on his bed properly lmao I do that all the time

A/N: I'm super shy too when I first meet people and are getting comfortable around them, I love this idea and thank you for your patience, I hope you enjoy, I changed it a little 💕💕

You couldn't help yourself as you pulled the sleeves of your hoody down, constantly nibbling your lower lip as your nerves started to fill you. This would be the first time in your four month relationship that you'd stopped at Tom's. Something about the idea just made you nervous.

It wasn't that you didn't trust him, you did. He'd stayed at yours loads, but you'd never really been to his. He lived with his best friends and brother and the idea of meeting them all at once made you nervous. You were incredibly shy and you couldn't really explain why, Tom knew you were and was always careful with you, never put you in situations that made you uncomfortable.

So when he'd asked if you wanted to stay at his for the night you couldn't refuse him and you were excited at first, you were excited until you were stood outside his front door.

"Come on." Tom offered a small and reassuring smile whilst holding his hand out for you. You slipped your hand into his and he opened the door.

You were instantly met with Tess, a warmth filling you, you had a huge love for his dog. You'd been on numerous walks with her and Tom and you'd made quite a bond with the Staffie.

"Hey Tess." You said as you greeted her, her excitement evident as she trailed closely behind you and Tom as he took you into the living room.

"Fucking arsehole." Was the first thing you heard one of the boys scream, he was on his game, clearly it wasn't going his way. "Hey mate." He said as he took the headset off and left his game.

"This is Y/N." Tom introduced and Harrison offered you a wide smile.

"Hey, so nice to finally meet the girl Tom doesn't shut up about." Harrison teased and you offered a small and shy smile in response.

"Hi." You said and it was small, quiet, not wanting him to think you were too loud or anything.

"Harrison." He said as he nodded, smile still warm, inviting, wanting nothing more than to put you at ease. "I promise we're all alright here, loud but alright." He laughed and you breathed out a small one in response.

"Harrison! Have you stolen my shirt again?" You heard an angry voice and heavy footsteps as they hurried down the stairs. It wasn't long before the second male joined you in the living room, stopping in the doorway as he realised he had guests.

"This is Y/N." Harrison smirked, thankful for your presence and the fact that because of it he'd probably avoided a telling off about wearing the shirt in question.

"Hi, Harry." He offered, although after a quick glance you gathered, he held some of the same features Tom did and it didn't take you long to realise who he was. "Sorry, I knew you were coming but I thought it was later on."

You gave a small smile in response and another mumbled 'hi'. Tom encouraged you to sit on the couch, although you felt awkward. You sat perched towards the edge, you didn't want anyone to think you were making yourself too comfortable. Tom didn't say anything, didn't draw attention to your shy and awkward ways, instead he encouraged you into his side, his silent way of letting you know it was okay to get comfortable and you were safe in the boys presence.

You silently cursed yourself for being so awkward, you always worried about what people thought of you and didn't want to say or do the wrong thing. The rest of the afternoon went by pretty well, the boys making light conversation and you answered politely but otherwise stayed quiet.

"Where's Tuwaine?" Tom asked when 9pm rolled around and no one had seen him.

"Oh, he's back tomorrow, he's out for the night." Harrison answered and Tom nodded.

"Well we're gonna head upstairs, night." Tom said. "You can meet T tomorrow." Tom smiled and you nodded returning a small smile.

"Night." You said as you left the room and followed Tom upstairs and into his room.

You sat on the edge of the bed after having put your bag neatly in the corner of Tom's room. You could tell he'd cleaned it that morning, the smell of febreeze still prominent and you can only imagine he'd used a full can. His bedroom window open and a light breeze making it's way into his room.

You sat awkwardly on the edge of his bed, feeling completely out of your element. You were always awkward and shy in other people's houses.

"Baby." Tom laughed slightly as he took in your awkward position. His hands grasping around your waist as he hauled you up the bed. "It's just me," he comforted and you sighed.

"I know, but this is your house." You said as Tom positioned you between his legs and placed his chin on your shoulder.

"Y/N/N, you know I just want you to feel comfortable. Relax." He said comfortingly and you took in a deep breath before releasing it.

"I just don't wanna piss you off." You admitted shyly and Tom kissed your cheek as he rubbed a hand up and down your side.

"You won't. I promise, I want you to be comfortable here. Treat it like your own place." He said, you wished you could, you were much more comfortable in your own environment. "We've been together four months, I want you here and I want you to feel comfortable coming here."

"I will, I just, you know me." You laughed slightly and Tom hummed in agreement, soothing you with some comforting words. You both got ready for bed as you nerves settled slightly, Tom doing everything he could to put you at ease. It wasn't long before Tom was in bed and you were sort of stood awkwardly looking at him.

"You getting in?" Tom asked with a smile as he held the duvet open. You made your way into his bed. Tom wasting no time in pulling you into his chest as you settled under the covers. Your nerves almost dissolved as your brain caught up with the fact that it was just you and Tom now.

"I'm sorry I'm so awkward." You laughed after a while.

"It's okay. I promise the boys are harmless, they're gonna love you when they get to know you." Tom said, a hand running through your hair.

"Wait till they find out how chatty I really am." You teased and Tom laughed.

"Yeah, remember when you finally got comfortable around me? Chewed my ear off." He teased as he poked your cheek.

"Sometimes I wish I was as confident as you." You admitted.

"S'okay, I get it, but I promise your safe with me, no judgement here." He said and your heart burst in your chest, the words on the tip of your tongue but no confidence to say them. "Can I tell you something?" Tom asked after a while of silently enjoying each others company.

"Always." You responded as you rested your chin on his chest to look at him. His demeanour suddenly changing, eyes flicking around the room but never landing on you as he cleared his throat a few times. "Hey," you laughed as his eyes snapped to yours. "You're being like me, what's got you so flustered?" You teased with a laugh and he huffed out a small one.

"I um, I'm in love with you." He admitted and your breath hitched. Your mind going into overdrive, how could this confident and out going person fall in love with someone like you? Someone who was awkward about making conversation and having hardly any confidence at all. "You don't have to say it back. I'm sorry, I probably shouldn't have said anything." Tom said as his hand moved to your cheek.

You sat up, looking at him.

"I love you too." You said and he breathed out a sigh of relief as he smiled. "I just, I don't know, I suppose I just don't really get what you see in me." You admitted and Tom's eyes softened as he pulled you back into his chest.

"Good job it's early because I have a lot to tell you about yourself."

#tom holland x reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland fluff #tom holland blurb

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nev3rfound · 3 years

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keeping an eye out : h.z

whilst Bucky and Sam are out in Riga looking for any information regarding the flag smashers, you are instructed to watch Zemo. and it's safe to say you definitely kept a close eye on him. (1.8k)

masterlist / permanent taglist / etsy shop - requests open!

requested: not really? i remember someone asked for some kind of zemo smut and this was my best attempt lmao with angst and fluff of course warnings: brief mentions of poorly written smut, mentions of tfatws series so if you've not seen it minor spoilers ahead (I think)

Standing in the streets of Riga. Bucky could feel the civilians watching the two of them closely. "She answered yet?" Sam asks whilst Bucky continues to pace around in a circle with his phone to his ear, listening to it continuously ring waiting for you to answer.

"Does it look like she's answered, Sam?" Bucky quickly retorts, glaring over his shoulder causing Sam to huff loudly and take his phone out from his pocket.

"Let me try too." He mutters, dialling your number and listens for himself as it goes straight to voicemail.

"You get through, huh?" Bucky questions, hanging up as your voicemail message plays for the eighth time in a row.

Burying his phone back into his pocket, Sam looks around. "Got any bright ideas?"

Bucky shuffles on the spot. "It's not like she can be busy, she's babysitting Zemo." Bucky reminds Sam who nods along.

"Hardly a handful for her." Sam jokes as he and Bucky carry on through the streets of Riga, hoping to find some answers.

Yet, back at Zemo's apartment, you were technically keeping an eye on Zemo since he was currently above you in his bed.

"Fuck, Zemo, don't stop." You pant heavily against his ear, faintly hearing your phone ringing from the bedside table.

Zemo reaches down and grips your face. "Focus on me, liebling, nothing else." He breathes out, keeping his eyes fixated on yours. "Is that clear, princess?"

Nodding in response, you can feel the coil inside of you tightening as a moan escapes your lips. "Helmut, I," You stutter, only to feel Zemo pick up his pace, slamming his dick in and out of you faster.

"Hold it, just think what would happen if James and Sam walked in, seeing you begging to cum beneath me." Zemo chuckles, feeling your nails claw at his back, begging for your release.

"Helmut, please," You try not to cry, but you can't hold on for much longer as he continues to thrust into you.

"Cum for me, Y/n." Zemo demands. "You can let go, princess." He softly tells you, watching you become undone beneath him, causing a smile to grow on his face as sweat gleams across your forehead.

Slowly pulling out from you, Zemo moans as he pulls off the condom and heads to the bathroom.

When he returns, he can feel his heartbeat accelerating at the sight of you lying in his bed, the sheets around you creased, your legs still parted and your eyes remaining closed.

"Y/n?" Zemo speaks up, watching you slowly opening your eyes only to see him holding a towel for you. "How about a bath, liebling?"

Smiling, you shuffle off of the bed with Zemo's help, his hand remaining in yours as you walk into the lavish bathroom, the tub close to full already.

"You better not try and escape whilst I'm relaxing, Baron." You quickly comment, looking over your shoulder, watching Zemo leaning against the doorframe with a smirk.

"On the contrary," Pushing himself off from the door frame, Zemo reaches out and brushes his fingers along your shoulders, feeling you shudder in response. "I wouldn't dream of leaving you." He whispers into your ear.

You quickly turn around, looking up at those brown eyes intently. "Helmut," You start, but Zemo shushes you before you can object.

"I mean it, Y/n." Zemo tells you, lifting his hand up to cup your cheek softly. "Now, come, the bath might overflow if you don't get in." He chuckles and brushes past you to turn the tap off.

"Thank you, Helmut." You mutter as you climb into the warm water, letting out a sigh of contentment whilst you lower yourself and close your eyes.

"How is it, mi schatz?" Zemo knows it's the perfect temperature, noticing how you're fully relaxed, a rare occurrence since he's known you.

Humming in response, you open one eye, noticing he's still stood there in a robe. "Why don't you join me? There's room for two I'm sure." You tease, bringing your legs close to your chest.

"Are you sure?" You can tell he's hesitant, but once you nod he removes his robe and motions for you to move forward, allowing him to slot in behind you.

The water spills over the edge at the sudden movement, but you lie back against Zemo's chest, your wet hair brushed over your shoulder as his hands settle on your thighs.

"Can you tell me a story?" You speak up after a moment of silence settled between you both.

Smiling down at you, Zemo nods. "What would you like to hear?"

"I, I'd like to know more about Sokovia. I know I wasn't there when," You trail off, knowing you don't have to explain yourself. "but, it was your home, part of who you are Helmut and I'd like, no I, I'd love to know about it."

You can feel your heart begin to hammer in your chest at Zemo's prolonged silence behind you. Yet, you can't bring yourself to glance up to see what he's thinking.

However, Zemo is trying to remain composed. "Of course," He eventually answers, hearing the breath of relief escape your lips. "well, when I was a child, my father had a farm which we used to visit on weekends,"

Pulling the soft robe tightly around you, you couldn't help but struggle to keep your eyes open as you wandered around the kitchen.

"Tired?" Zemo can hear you yawn before you're able to reply, listening to you laugh at yourself whilst he leans against the kitchen counter. "Why don't you lie down, you know I'm not going anywhere." He reassures you, seeing your limbs growing heavy as you shuffle around the counter to stand in front of him.

"I'll be fine, the boys won't be much longer." You mumble through another yawn, feeling your body craving sleep after that relaxing bath. "I blame you, Helmut." Pointing to him, you try your best to glare at him, but the sound of Zemo laughing makes it impossible.

Motioning to the sofa, Zemo rests his hand on your lower back in an attempt to guide you to the said sofa before you fall over. "Now, I'll be right back, I promise." He mutters as you pull on a cushion, burying it beneath your head. Leaning down, Zemo gently brushes your damp hair out from your face, taking a moment to admire how truly beautiful you are and kisses your forehead delicately.

"You are joining me, right?" You mumble through thick sleep, not even able to open your eyes to see Zemo nod as his heart melts.

"Of course, liebling. But I must change first." He assures you before retreating upstairs, knowing there's a fair bit of mess to clean up.

Whilst occupied in the bathroom and you in a deep sleep, neither of you hear the doors opening in a panic.

"Oh thank god." Sam sighs in relief to see you curled up on the sofa, not taking into account the robe you're wearing.

"Where's Zemo?" Bucky tenses up as he scours his peripheral where Zemo is nowhere to be seen. "Check on Y/n. Make sure she's not been given anything."

Rushing toward you, Sam pauses at the sound of footsteps approaching the main living space of the apartment.

"Ah, I was wondering where you two might've been." Zemo walks in, wearing a matching robe to yours as his hair is slicked back. "Did you have a pleasant adventure?" He smiles at the pair who only glare back in response.

"What did you do to Y/n." Bucky snarls, encroaching on Zemo's personal space.

"Nothing." Zemo answers, holding his hands up. "She could barely keep her eyes open so I insisted she took a nap." He explains, glancing over to your sleeping form, remembering how mere hours ago you were screaming his name.

"I doubt that." Sam comments, kneeling down in front of you as he shakes you lightly. "Y/n, come on." He mutters, causing you to stir.

"Helmut?" You whisper, unaware of Sam snapping his head around to Bucky and Zemo.

"Did she just?" Bucky doesn't even finish his question before Sam nods. Averting his focus back to Zemo, Bucky can't stop his frustration from rising. "What did you do to Y/n." He asks once again now clenching his fists tightly.

Opening your eyes, you rub them quickly at the sound of commotion. "What's going on?" Sitting upright, you blink a few times to see both Sam and Bucky standing by Zemo with heavy frowns. "Hey guys." You wave, covering your mouth as you yawn again.

"How long has this been going on?" Bucky demands, evidently disappointed as he looks over at you.

"James, please calm-" Zemo starts, but Bucky grabs the empty whiskey glass beside him and throws it against the wall, causing you to jump whilst Zemo remains stoic.

"How long." He asks again, not daring to take his eyes off of Zemo.

"Since Madripoor." You speak up, keeping your eyes trained on the ground as you tug on your robe. "Bucky,"

"I don't wanna hear it." Bucky cuts you off. "We can talk about this tomorrow." He sighs and heads back out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him.

"I'll go talk to him." Sam comments. "I, I don't agree with whatever this is, but I trust you Y/n, and Bucky does too." He nods to you before following after Bucky, leaving you and Zemo alone once more.

"Y/n," Zemo starts, but you can't help but crumble.

Tears start to fall from your eyes without hesitation as you curl up on the ground. Zemo sits beside you, wrapping his arms around you and turns you into his chest. "It's going to be alright, liebling." He hushes you, running his fingers through your hair.

"What if they won't forgive me, Helmut?" You hate to imagine what could happen, but you knew your actions would have eventual consequences.

"Oh, Y/n," Zemo sighs, wiping away your tears. "I know they'll come around. They're your friends after all." He admits, not adding the fact he might not be around for much longer. "Come, let's go to bed, yes?" He suggests and helps you to your feet.

Walking together in silence, you enter his bedroom again only to see the bed made with fresh sheets.

"Did you?" You look up at him to see a light blush crossing his cheeks. "You knew I'd end up back in your bed, huh?" You joke playfully, listening to Zemo chuckle whilst he shakes his head.

"I didn't know, but I'd hoped it would be the case." He shrugs his shoulder before pulling the sheets back and climbs in alongside you. "Now, whatever the morning brings, we'll face it together." He whispers into your lips before kissing you softly, never wanting to forget any of these moments with you.

Pulling away, you sigh. "You promise?" You whisper, just about making out his expression in the moonlight.

"I promise." He smiles at you once more before you bury your face into his chest, falling asleep within minutes whilst he remains wide awake. Zemo knows there are watchful eyes never leaving him and won't until he's back where he belongs, without you by his side.

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hunterxschafersxbitch · 2 years

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chasin’

in response to @taylorkellyreporting‘s post:

“kay so who’s going to bite the bullet and write a fic where lexi follows fez out the house after he beats the living shit out nate? i think it’d be so good bc he’s sure he’s lost any chance with her, right? but here she is, checking to see if he’s okay and telling him how to heal his hands”

my sleep-deprived ass saw this at 5am and spawned this lmao

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at this point, it seems to just be a known fact of the universe that nothing ever happens to lexi howard.

she’s the quiet, helpful, responsible one.

however, she finds herself chasing down a (kind, gorgeous, azure-eyed) drug dealer after he just beat the shit out of nate jacobs on new years.

and she doesn’t quite know why, or even what she’s doing.

she's just running after him.

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lexi doesn’t even realise that she’s following him outside until the night air hits her face. fresh and cold, the breeze brushes her lightly as she runs after the retreating figure in the white t-shirt.

fez.

for a split second, she considers returning inside, helping untangle the chaos there.

she had watched nate go down, watched familiar shapes and faces forming a crowd of tangled limbs on the floor. cassie, maddy, mckay, kat.

lexi had just let them pass by, rooted to the spot. she wasn’t concerned for nate in the slightest. she didn’t know how to feel about that.

it was another face she silently sought out in the throng of people. she caught a glimpse of a chain and a white shirt in between onlookers, and her feet started to move of their own accord.

cassie, drunk as she was, would undoubtedly need a shoulder to support her stumble home (or to lexi’s car, but getting cassie up the stairs to their shared room is always lexi’s least favourite part of the night).

someone had to clean up, get the bloodstains out of the carpet. someone had to be responsible. and always, always, always, that someone was lexi. sometimes she internally joked that her name should be ‘she who remained to help hide the evidence of teenage antics whilst everyone was filtering out or fucking or falling asleep’. she’d figured that it was a bit of a mouthful. no way she could print that on a business card, she’d muse. she was a ghost. the help.

but she thinks of fez’s eyes and the way her smiled at her. lexi can hardly remember the last time anyone - let alone a guy - paid attention to her like that.

her thoughts seem to unconsciously propel her forward, until she’s almost caught up to him.

he turns towards the sound, of course. his face goes through a myriad of expressions that lexi can’t quite place (anger? fear? resignation?) as she comes to a stop in front of him. his hand reaches out to steady her, but stops short at the last second.

a beat passes.

“you-“ lexi starts. “I’m sorry-“ fez says simultaneously, then cuts himself off. “you first.”

“i- i just meant to ask, are you okay?” she asks, taking in his expression. he’s looking at her oddly, like he can’t quite believe she’s there.

“I’m all good,” he says, his eyes still intensely meeting hers.

what the fuck was she supposed to say to him? ‘good that you’re good?’ ‘thank you for beating the shit out of nate jacobs?’

“i’ve been wanting to do that for years,” is what comes out of her mouth in a slightly higher-pitched tone that doesn’t quite sound like it belongs to her.

fez’s face almost curls into a full grin and he lets out a small chuckle. “yeah? what else you got goin’ on up there in that head of yours, lexi?”

he sounds playful, and if lexi were any other girl, she would be sure that fez was flirting. but she wasn’t. she was plain ol’ lexi howard. faithful. naive. responsible.

lexi blushes. “sorry. i don’t know why i said that. it’s not like it isn’t true, but its just not something i thought i’d ever say out loud. nate - he’s just been a fully-formed dick since like, birth.”

“what, like, he popped out and jus like, told the nurse she was a cunt or somethin?” he chuckles again, and lexi can’t help but sneak a glance up at him for a second.

fez is illuminated by streetlights, and the stark shadows they cast on his face make him look like a tragic hero from one of her novels. despite the comparison, his expression is kind and he’s back to being the fez she met, holding little trace of the way he looked when he was beating nate jacobs, local douchebag extraordinaire, with a beer bottle and his bare fists.

she looks down quickly, realising that she’s staring, and blushes. “yeah, something like that,” she laughs quietly, not quite able to meet his gaze out of sheer embarrassment, eyes trailing down to look at her shoes.

that’s when she notices his hands.

“you’re bleeding,” she frowns, and before she can stop herself, she takes his hands to examine the mottled shades of red and brown and violet and blue.

“ain’ nothin i haven’t had before,” fez says gently. “no need to stress.”

brows furrowed, lexi lightly presses on each one of his phalanges, and to her relief, none appear broken. “its not broken, but you have to clean this up properly, fez,” she chides, not unkindly.

“i can’t go to no hospital, lex.” the nickname doesn’t go unnoticed, but lexi has more immediate things to think about. plus, she’s inevitably going to pick apart every part of this interaction when she’s alone in bed.

“you don’t need to. you need to clean this up with alcohol - not the booze kind, the sterilising kind - and wrap these with clean bandages. cold compresses too, for the swelling.”

“i’m fine,” fez attempts to repeat. but his hands don’t look like they’re fine.

“don’t say you’re fine, fez. this looks like it hurts. and these things can get worse if you don’t look after them. you might need a hospital if you can’t move your fingers anymore cause your knuckles swelled up.”

“forreal?” fez sounds slightly alarmed, and instantly lexi can’t help but wonder if anyone has ever taken care of his injuries before. of him before.

she resolves to put on a smile for him, tries to come off as reassuring. “but that’s not gonna happen, okay? you listen to me and you’ll be fine. now, do you have a first aid kit?”

“yeah, no,” he says quietly. “usually i just deal with it, yaknow?”

“i’ve got one in my car. do you want-“ lexi realises she might be crossing a boundary and trails off. she’s only met him tonight and here she is, for all the world ostensibly trying to lure him back to her car like a serial killer, spouting scary worst-case-scenarios and first aid nonsense. she goes to backpedal, but fez opens his mouth first.

“ash is s’posed to show up any second now,” fez starts, and lexi tries to hide the disappointment in her face, her doubts about fez’s interest seemingly confirmed. it makes perfect sense that he was just being friendly for the sake of being friendly, and her dumb ass just blew things out of proportion. “but you could swing by my place in a bit?”

lexi pauses.

she has two options - to go or to stay. earlier tonight, fez called her fuckin fearless, sounding almost awestruck. but she doesn’t feel fearless.

in her mind, she feels like a fucking idiot, falling all over some guy cause he paid the slightest bit of attention to her. he was probably just being nice, seeing as she was rue’s friend and all. just being nice, listening to her babble out facts and self-deprecating thoughts interchangably. she didn’t always notice when the way she felt about herself spilled into conversation for people to hear, but since when had anyone picked up on it, much less called her out on it like fez had done tonight?

come to think of it, when was the last time anyone had properly ever looked at her? just to see her? and not because she was cassie howard’s little sister or a source of clean urine for rue or a friend of maddy’s or kat’s or bb’s?

yet, an endlessly hopeful part some part of her replays their conversation, the way he said that talking to her was one of the best parts of his year and that he missed her when she went to go look for cassie. that part of her fills her brain with the way he smiled shyly over at her, the way he was careful not to blow the smoke from his blunt into her direction, the way he seemed genuinely interested in what she was saying.

an instant later, she makes up her mind.

“yo, you good?” fez looks at her, concerned.

“oh, yeah, definitely,” she flashes him a quick smile. she shakes her head slightly, as if to dispel her internal dialogue. “you should take my first aid kit, if you don’t have the time for me to patch you up now. i’ll come by sometime soon and check up on you.”

fez looks a little disappointed, but lexi is adamant that she’s just imagining it. “yo, forreal. thank you. i owe you one, lexi howard.”

lexi narrows her eyes slightly. “wait, how do you know my last name?”

“rue talks about you sometimes. i jus didn’t know how to start talking to you when you sat next to me cause you looked real pretty and-“ fez’s confession is cut short by the continuous blaring of a car horn being abused.

the aforementioned ash, lexi presumes. she doesn’t know what or whom she had been picturing (maybe something resembling the kid from pokemon?), but a kid with face tats and an urgent, angry expression is definitely not it.

“fez! get in the fuckin car!” the kid yells

lexi fumbles for her keys and runs the short distance to her car, yanking the door open and pulling out the first aid kit from the passenger side compartment. she slams the car door shut and hands the kit to fez.

“go, before the cops show up,” she orders him. he nods at her and jumps into the waiting vehicle, which speeds off as immediately as it arrived.

lexi stands there in the middle of the street, watching the shape of the car get smaller and smaller until it turns a corner and disappears into the night.

#lexi x fez #fez x lexi #maude apatow #euphoria #angus cloud #rue euphoria #jules vaughn #kat hernandez #euphoria fanfic

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red-writes · 3 years

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Peek-a-boo

step-sis Yelena x reader

content contains: stepcest, fingering.

red’s note: I’m horny for this woman..also I’m sorry about the last line I rlly didn’t know what to put lmao

The first time was an accident.

You'd snuck a few bags of chips up to your room at 3 am for fuel while you cram studied for your exam later that day. You thought she was crying, you planned on cheering her up with your snacks and cuddles but when you peeked through the small crack of the door, she wasn't crying.

Her head tossed back as a soft moan was muffled by the t-shirt she held up between her teeth. Her fingers slid in and out of her soaked cunt, she was so wet her juices stained the pink sheets underneath her. You could've sworn her eyes caught yours through the small crack and you gasped, running as fast as you could to your room and locking yourself inside. You dumped the snacks on top of your pile of waiting notes and you climbed into bed, pulling the covers over your head as you shut your eyes and pressed your legs together, your cunt ached and you couldn't get the image of your sister out of your head. You wanted to see her again.

So you did.

It was almost like every night she was pleasuring herself. You found your ‘curiosity’ had grown into way more than just ‘wondering how other girls masturbated’ it became an insatiable lust for your older sister. She looked so pretty, so soft and sweet. You went from simply observing her, to actively touching yourself to her right outside her door. You rationalized the way your clumsy fingers rubbed over your clit as just being a one time thing, you wouldn't do it again.

But you did.

In fact, it’d become a nightly ritual for you. Your parents slept early and it made creeping out of your room easy. But tonight wasn't as easy as you first thought it would be. Your sister’s lights were off, making it hard to see anything, you creaked the door open a little more, hoping the light from the hallway would allow you to see more. But you saw nothing?

Suddenly, from behind you, you heard her speak.

“Waiting for someone?”

You practically jumped out of your skin. She chuckled at your reaction and brushed past you into the room where she flickered the lights on.

“Come in, I think we need to talk” she tells you and you naw at your lip in worry, she knows doesn't she? You were fucked. You did as you were told and shut the door behind you. She sat on the bed whilst you awkwardly stood near the door.

“What-” your voice cracked, “What did you want to speak about exactly?” you asked and she hummed in thought.

“Hmm perhaps why you've been spying on me every night?” her voice is accusatory and that causes you to enter denial mode.

“W-well..I’m not- it’s just that-” you can hardly come up with a proper excuse for your actions. Your words get caught up in your throat and you can seem to speak

“If you're trying to come up with some half-baked lie, then save it” she says and her expression softens when she sees the tears gathering in your eyes.

“Please don't tell mom and dad! If you do they'll realize that I like-” “That you like girls?” she finishes and you nod. Yelena is a dick, that’s something she’ll own up to, but shed never out someone. She notices you beginning to panic she pats her lap and encourages you to come sit in it. You shuffle over to the bed and take a seat in her lap, you bury your face in her chest and she rubs soft circles on your back.

“I like girls too” she admits and your head is popping up from resting on her chest.

“really? is it okay for me to..to like you?” you ask, in fear of her response. She pets your head and nods.

“I like you too sis”

You're shaking. Yelena’s room is always so cold. Being completely naked in it didn't help either. After she’s discarded her last piece of clothing she climbs onto the bed with you and your eyes are definitely fucking her. She looks so good, flat yet elegant chest on display for you. Her nipples were already pert and hard. Your eyes trailed down further, her flat tummy led down to the soft patch of furry pubes. You felt your own cunt pulsing at the sight of your sexy older sister.

“Okay, let's just start with a simple kiss”

Warm hands find your cheeks as you're slowly pulled into her, your eyes close and your lips gently press against each other in a feather light kiss. You can feel her breath against your lips, you rest your hands on her hips and pull her in closer and the kiss gets more and more heated, you’re pushed backwards and your back hits the bed with a soft thud.

The kiss breaks finally and you’re panting, lungs grateful for the oxygen. Her hands caress the sides of your breasts before squeezing them in her palms, you gasp softly and she grins at you before taking one of your nipples into her mouth and sucking on it gently. You moan softly as your hands card through her short blonde hair. One of her hands trails down your tummy, circling your belly button a few times before dipping under the waistband of your underwear.

You suck in a breath as her fingers run up and down your slit, her thumb brushes over your clit and you’re biting your lip to suppress the moan. She kisses your chest and leaves a trail of kisses up your check until she pecks your cheek.

“You ever play with yourself sis?” She asks, voice whispering directly into your ear causing a shiver to run down your spine. You nod and she rewards you with another touch to your clit. You whine and a plea for more is already resting on the tip of your tongue.

“What do you think about?”

Her fingers begin rubbing gentle circles over your aching clit, your mind becomes almost too cloudy with lust to respond, all you can think about was feeling more, more of her.

“Sissy, wanna tell me what you think about when you stroke your pretty pussy?” She asks again and this you open your mouth in response and let out a strained,

“You.”

“Good girl.”

Her fingers inch downwards until they meet your entrance, they slowly push inside and she chuckles as your eyes widen. Pleasure stirs in your gut as her fingers sink themselves inside of you. You’re trembling, mouth hanging open as your sister presses a kiss your cheek, her fingers thrusting upwards against your g-spot.

“It- feels good!” You moan and yelena’s chuckling, smugness written all over her face all the while her own wetness presses against your thigh. You squeeze your eyes shut as her finger’s speed up, pressing against your sweet spot ruthlessly only to laugh at your fucked out face.

“Feels good? Yeah? You wanna cum on my fingers pretty? Hm?” Yelena asks as she presses hot kisses against your cool, sweat slicked forehead.

You nod dumbly, words falling out of your mouth incoherently as you near your high. Her thumb teases your clit yet again and you’re cumming undone before you know it, cunt squeezing down on her fingers as you cream on them. You grab at the sheets as you ride out your high.

Her fingers slowly come to a halt before she pulls them out. She sucks on them before giving you a kiss.

“Let’s get you cleaned up” she says, helping you sit up.

“What? What about you?” You ask and she smiles placing a soft kiss to your cheek.

“Let’s see what happens in the shower.”

#red writes—❤️#aot smut #aot yelena #aot yelena smut #yelena x fem! reader smut #yelena x fem! reader #yelena x reader smut #yelena #yelena x you #yelena x reader #yelena smut #yelena aot

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bbiemochi · 3 years

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hey queen, again take ur time to answer and write this but HEAR ME OUT

diluc, (maybe these ones) childe, zhongli and albedo helping reader put jewelry on headcanons 🥺 feel free to add some “how tf does this clasp work” rage too LMAO

𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 | various genshin men

[an]: omg omg hey bb ‼️ sorry if this is late ToT im rlly trying to find motivation in my works fjsjdjdjfjs ig i should try not being lazy for once 🗿 tysm for requesting! <33

summary: maybe wearing jewelry isn’t just in your list of styles to try.

pairing: diluc, zhongli, childe & albedo x fem!reader [ separate ! ]

genre: fluff!

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diluc ragnvindr

you know…maybe buying jewelry for you on your birthday was quite the mistake…

diluc watched from the sides as you desperately tried to clasp the golden designed necklace that he bought for you around your neck. and you weren’t even close enough to reaching the area.

the young winery tycoon had been watching you for almost 3 minutes now yet you weren’t even close to clasping the necklace around. and he can sense that you were close to giving up. “ughhh, how can i actually clasp this on??” he hears you whine, and he couldn’t help but crack a smile. the maids that were beside him, cleaning up the area around the room, whispered quietly to one another in concern as they heard you. “do you think the young mistress can put that necklace on in no time?” one of them speaks.

“should we help her?”

“i don’t know, but master diluc here looks like he’s on his way to help.”

“for someone as elegant like miss y/n, she doesn’t look like the type of person to not know how to put on jewelry…”

“hey…! keep it down, what if the young master hears you???”

just by hearing the maids’ chatter—diluc sighs, well maybe this is the appropriate time to help. after all, you two were in a hurry to go out. and he did had a share of jewelries wrapped in a box for you before to wear, however he didn’t expect you to take long to wear one. entering the room without any second thought, the maids that were standing beside him watched as he walked over to your troubled figure looking over the large mirror in his dresser. “ah…! diluc, hey…!” you nervously greeted over to your lover when you saw him walking forward to you.

“turn around.”

“huh?” you’re stunned.

the maids gasped behind the door, small blushes on their faces. “i…i think we should leave the two be—

“no wait…! let’s keep watching…!” one of them called the other, quietly.

“just…” the man before you sighs, whilst looking away. “…just turn around, let me help you…” diluc mutters, signaling you to hand over the golden necklace that you were currently holding. not thinking twice, you handed the necklace over and turned around in front of the mirror behind, sheepishly looking down at the floor as you felt his gloved hands wrap the cold beads of the necklace around your neck—hearing the clasp finally locking. finally indeed, it was about time since it closed. you wanted to scream ‘finally!’ at that spot but that would be so random and embarrassing for you.

instead however, you let out a satisfied sigh. thank the archons it was done. and here you thought you were going to be trying to clasp that thing on forever. turning around to look over at your red headed lover, you opened your mouth to speak only to be interrupted by a quick peck on your lips.

you heard gasps behind the door.

“hurry up and we’ll be leaving soon,” says diluc, trying his best to hide his red face as soon as he was about to leave the room. meanwhile, after all this time, the maids were gushing all over—squealing in delight. “oh archons..!”

“who knew master diluc could be so romantic…!”

“right…???!”

“looks like miss y/n is quite special…!”

“oh lord barbatos please let me find the one—one day…!”

“what are you three doing here?” the maids stopped their chatter and their faces turned pale when they heard the voice of their master coming closer. immediately, the three of them separately ran off in different directions much to diluc’s surprise. for you, all you could do was laugh it out. no wonder why the maids are one of the parts you loved about inside the dawn winery.

tartaglia (childe)

for someone who loved to spoil you, this was quite surprising.

childe always knew you didn’t wear much jewelry around yourself, so when the day of your anniversary came by, he decided that it would be quite lovely if he bought you some expensive jewelry for yourself to keep and wear.

plus, he thought that it would look gorgeous on you. even though in his eyes you were always gorgeous. so, when he had no harbinger work to do for the day; making speeches, hiring in new fatui members, and making sure that the plans he made with his members are going smoothly, he decided to go and visit one of the biggest jewelry shops in all of liyue to see if he could buy you at least one or two accessories. he had just finished sending presents to his family (including sending toys to teucer), and now since it was your anniversary together, he decided to choose jewelry for the flavor. and possibly going on a huge date stroll later.

he easily bought the jewelry for you, wrapped in an exquisite box. it was a golden coated choker with a beautiful heart shaped crystal hanging in the front, possibly made from rich jade. it may look like it doesn’t fit you, but since this is childe we’re talking about, he knows you would fit in any clothing and still look pretty <3

however, there was a sudden job request from the fatui by the time he was headed off to see you, and boy was he upset and annoyed. so, he easily asked one of the fatui guards to fetch it over to you while he headed to the destination.

“miss y/n…!” you heard someone called as you were out in liyue, looking at some items to buy. turning around, you spotted a fatui guard running towards your direction—and you quickly knew that it was coming from your fatui lover. the guard stopped down on his knees and panted, before handing you over a rich looking box and a letter. “it’s from master childe. he says as a gift for your anniversary because he’s not able to go for the day…” he pants, quiet enough only for you to hear. you took the box, gently, and thanked him before letting him leave.

an hour had passed for the whole day, yet you still didn’t try on the jewelry he bought. and the anniversary idea that you planned had to be cancelled due to childe’s harbinger duties. you weren’t mad at all, just a bit upset. so, to pass the running time, you decided to try on the jewelry childe bought for you…even though you weren’t really fond of jewelry at all.

it was already midnight when childe came home, and he can already hear your faint voice inside of your shared bedroom. he was…excited, as to say. yet when he slowly entered the room, he wanted to laugh. there you were, struggling to put the choker on. and he could feel your rage overshadowing. “damn it, why did he had to buy something like this if i can’t even clasp…it…on…!” you complained, looking at yourself in the mirror. yet all complaints were over once you heard laughter behind the door.

he’s here, and you’re pissed. “childe!” you yelled at him.

he laughs even harder, and you just had the urge to throw something big right at him. yet, within just a few minutes, he stopped and stepped forward towards your direction, placing a loving kiss on the side of your cheek. “i’m sorry, y/n. but you were just so cute struggling to put on the jewelry i bought for you, i thought that i might as well watch.” you pouted angrily at him. “well, please give me a favor and help me put it around my neck? i wanna see how it looks now.”

of course, childe agrees, and helps you wrap the choker on your neck. his hands were quite damp however were smooth. he had taken his gloves off for quite a while now after he headed home to see you, and fun fact is that childe rarely takes his gloves off. after the sound of the lock from the choker came through your hearing, you smiled at yourself from the mirror. the choker, it was gorgeous.

and in the aftermath while you admired the choker on, childe was quick to wrap his hands around you from behind, “you’ll look gorgeous on anything, sweetheart. i probably should buy you more of these.”

zhongli (morax)

ah yes, the rock expert of liyue.

not much to mr. zhongli’s surprise, of course, buying you jewelry would be the first thing that would pop in his mind when he found out that he had feelings for you. and as a former god of liyue, he wouldn’t easily show that to you just because he’s no archon anymore. no, he still had a long way to go to act like a human being in teyvat. and receiving gifts from him is his love language.

with his gentle and smooth praises for affection, there’s no way that no one would fall for a man like him. so, consider yourself lucky that the mr. zhongli of liyue has fallen for someone like you.

in the early days of your relationship, this moment would be stuck in your mind forever.

zhongli was strolling through liyue one day, on his way home to visit you after he sent the traveler and their companion paimon to give you a gift he bought (using childe’s mora). from earlier before he starts his day. zhongli was quite nervous, he wondered if what your reaction would be to the perfectly constructed earrings he saw earlier at the jewelry shop. made from fine notilucous jade and with a dash of silver and gold, this was the perfect jewelry for someone as perfect as you he thinks.

also one of the reasons why he wanted to come home now was because he was tired. and quite annoyed from his boss’ pranks earlier at the wangsheng funeral. hu tao can be an annoyance to him. overall, zhongli was excited.

opening the door to his shared home with you, he yells, “i’m home…!” and there you were, busting outside the room to give him a big hug to recharge his tired figure. “zhongli! welcome back!” oh how your smile really made his day brighter. when he had asked you if you received the jewelry he sent for the traveler to give, you instantly nodded. but the problem was…

“can…you help me put in on…?”

and zhongli would be so delighted to. who was he to decline anyways? grabbing the earrings, he gently asked you to turn around to the side so he could take a good look at your outer ear. “have you ever worn earrings before, darling?” you shook your head and zhongli hums. “no wonder you don’t have any holes. well then, simply just add some oil if it’s your first time to the sharp part of this and…” zhongli began demonstrating slowly, stabbing the earring into your ears before the process was neatly over. “there…it looks gorgeous.”

your lover nonchalantly handed you a mirror so you could take a look at yourself and when you did, oh archons…the earrings looked divine at you. you really did loved it. “oh zhongli…i-it’s beautiful…!” you commented and zhongli smiles. “i’m glad you loved it, darling. i’m glad…” he says before taking your hand and pressed a loving kiss on top of your palm.

he wonders when he could tell you that he’s rex lapis….

albedo kredeiprinz

you never knew albedo would be the romantic type…

including at the early days of your relationship with the genius alchemist, he never ever failed to make your heart flutter with his gentle actions and smooth words. you would punch him if it were one of his “observations” for his experiments of the human emotion. any who, despite being busy with his work and all, albedo was smart enough to divide his time for his experiments and for you <3

during one of these ‘early days of loving,’ albedo asked his adorable assistant, sucrose, of what he should get you as an “i’m sorry” gift after he completely forgot about his date with you when he was too busy with his work. sucrose shyly suggested something that was new for you. maybe flowers or jewelry. albedo had given you many flowers from the past before, so he decided that jewelry would do the trick.

so, off albedo went to marjorie and asked her what type of jewelry she would recommend over to give to you. marjorie thought of it for a while, and excitedly; the young woman handed him over an old yet stunning looking bracelet, that was carved a long time ago with a beautiful chunk of crystal and a tint of ruby over to the side of the jewelry. albedo got curious about the bracelet, and that was why he thought that it was perfect for you. and so, he bought it. not much mora was wasted anyways.

as night fell into the depth of the skies, albedo had reached towards your house in which case he was nervous to gift you the bracelet. when you opened the door, he beamed apologetically to you, giving your body a warm hug before he asked if he can come in. albedo always wanted to live with you. being by your side was a blessing. however the problem was with his little companion, klee. she was a little fleeing ball of trouble. and oh boy did albedo disliked giving you any trouble.

when the two of you entered the living room, you apologized to him for the small mess that was scattered on the coffee table, in addition, he still said it was alright and that his place was more messier. “so uhhh…” the alchemist began, his heart racing as he tried his present behind his back. you tilted your head, “if you’re here to say sorry about not attending our date yesterday, albedo, it’s alright…! you had more important things to do anyways instead of being with someone like me…!” you spoke before albedo even started to talk. albedo was upset when you said that, spending his time with you was way more better after all.

after a minute of loving and feeling each other’s warmth. albedo managed to hand the present over to you just to see your smile. upon opening the wrap, you were delighted to find a charming bracelet laying inside. it felt like glitters over your eyes, you don’t even wanna wear it to avoid running the texture of the jewelry. “it’s a bit fragile, yet an old decade bracelet crafted a long time ago. it’s said to come from liyue and was managed to cleanse the bracelet before it was sold back again here in mondstadt. i bought it from marjorie,” explains albedo, and you smiled even wider.

“albedo you shouldn’t had…!”

“no need to thank me, go ahead and wear it. i wanna see how it looks on you.” you listened and rolled the bracelet around your wrist. until…while albedo watched you try to put on the bracelet, there seemed to be a little problem appearing just by the look of your expressions. based on his observations, it seemed that you were having a difficult time trying to clasp the lock on the bracelet.

“uhhh…” you whined. “how do you…?”

“need help with that, honey?”

“u-umm…! n-no it’s fine…! i can do it…i think…” you replied, and albedo chuckles. “it’s alright, i insist. plus, you appeared to be in slight trouble trying to struggle to put the bracelet on…” he says, and you just blushed out of pure embarrassment. holding your wrist on his soft hands, albedo turned your arm a little to tie the clasp around your wrists while you watched in amazement. after it was finished, albedo let’s you go. and your eyes turned into diamonds.

“wow…” you whispered underneath your breath. albedo smiles. “oh, give me your hand again. i bought another last piece of jewelry for you.”

“huh? you didn’t have to, you know. you’re overreacting a bit, albedo,” you said and he chuckles once again, taking your hand softly. “what do you mean, no need to?” he questions as he pulls out a small box out of his pocket.

opening it, he brings out a ring similar to the bracelet he bought—and slides it inside of your ring finger before kissing the top of your palm. “how am i supposed to marry you when you don’t know how to tie jewelry on yourself, honey?”

***

a/n: THIS IS SO LATE IM SO SORRY 😢

request: opened!

#genshin impact #diluc x reader #zhongli x reader #albedo x reader #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #rex lapis #morax #diluc ragnvindr #childe #tartaglia #albedo #zhongli #finally i fucking posted #sorry im late anon ‼️

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emonaculate · 3 years

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Streamer Eren Headcanon pt 2

`❥ AU: Modern!AU

`❥ Genre: Fluff

`❥ Pairing: Streamer!Eren x Black!Reader

`❥ Warnings Include: Profanity, Established relationship, Eren is a dork

`❥ Author Note: You guys loved the first one so much I decided to do it again. Sorry if it isn't as good as the first one, I'm working on other projects at the same time

Eren met you during college and was instantly smitten

You were a foreign student studying abroad

He spent months trying to learn English just to properly talk to you

You finally cave in and go on dates with him because slfkssrlw how could you not when he's that sweet

Having said that, when you're frustrated whilst he streams, to check on you he'll switch over to English.

"Hey pretty girl whats wrong?"

"I can't find the letters for my cross word."

"....Aha lemme see."

He is trying his hardest not to laugh at your cute little scrunched up face as he helps you find the word.

During his charity streams, by popular vote, he lets you do his make up

Despite the stream being 24 hrs long people continue to watch because the interactions are too cute.

" 'Ren stay still."

"It feels moist."

"Never say that again."

"Wait. Babe. I want the thingy on my eyes."

"Thingy?"

"Yeah the sharp shit and the stuff on my lashes."

"Its called wing liner and mascara, Eren."

"Yeah that shit."

"Don't swear. Kids are watching."

"Man fuck them-"

"Yeager."

"....Ahem... sorry."

He is definitely the baddest bitch after you finish <3

Kept the make up on even after the stream finished

He may be a COD player but he does not have toxic masculinity

LOVES how he looks when pampered and whilst he'll never go out of his way to do make up or use your products; if you ever offer he's down

"What that's shit on your face?"

"It's an Indian face mask."

"It looks like throw up."

"Do you wanna try it?"

"Yes."

Once talked shit about braids not hurting that bad.

So the only natural solution was to make a bet

You styled his beautiful long hair into nice and neat cornrows (if you can't braid, take him to the africans)

He couldn't even sit through the procedure, literally got up and left midway through

"Fuck no. I like pain as much as the next guy but hell no."

"Aw baby what wrong? I thought it wasn't that bad."

Went on stream the next day to talk about the experience and why he wouldn't wish that on anyone.

Everyone can tell that your relationship is serious when you accidentally broke his PS5

Like he gets absolutely livid and wants to do nothing more than yell at you

But after seeing your teary eyed expression and your broken apologies in German

He just accepts it and steps completely out of the room to keep from blowing up on you.

It takes a few days and even though you feel completely like shit, you dont bother him

He finally comes around and just holds you tightly

No words or anything

His gesture is enough to let you know he forgives you.

He gets a new one immediately and is more careful when it comes to letting you mess with alone though lmao

Decides to do the little draw my life video and moves people to tears without trying

He thought his trauma was normal pfft

While that gets to people, what really affects his audience is when he get to how you make him feel

"If I can describe Y/n with one word, I'd have to say sunshine. You know that feeling when you've seen nothing but depressing rainstorms for months at a time but just that one day, the sun pokes out and shows that the world isn't so gloomy and bad. It's actually quite beautiful. The sun manages to make those sad raindrops look like diamonds. Thats Y/n to me. She makes the days where I feel at my worst better in every way. "

Eren suffers from a couple mental illnesses which is why he donates to their respected charities

He suffers from ADHD, Depression, and Anger issues.

Now you can't just magically make all of his issues go away but you being around does soothe him in a special way

Not many people can do that and LOTS have tried

But you just manage to get him in ways he cant explain

Even the videos with all of his friends involved, his focus on you

Fans can tell when you guys are not together during streams

Eren's temper is a lot shorter and he pops off quickly.

And of course he just so happens to play "getting over it"

This is one of those times he gets cancelled

Coochie-manz63: wow ur trash

"You're literally someone who hides behind a fucking screen to talk shit but I know if I was in front of you; there would be no exchange because if you so much looked at me wrong, I would have beaten your ass into fucking next year, you dyslexic fucking waste of space. Learn how to goddamn spell before you try to talk shit again."

IloveYEAGGGGER23: Damn..

You ended up being the one to clean up his mess, yet again

"Eren is very sorry for his actions, He understands how his words can be hurtful to others.. Right babe?"

"Huh? Oh um yeah.. My bad ig."

After the apology video, you give Eren one of your famous lectures.

"Eren you can't treat others like that just because you get a little upset. Remember what your therapist said about controlling your temper. You can't just do it when I'm around, you have to do it all the time.

Now Eren loves you to pieces but your lectures just do not help his ADHD mind.

So to shut you up, he does the only thing he knows how

Takes your breath and thoughts away with his passionate kisses.

His pattern is always the same

He pretends to listen, nodding occasionally, stands up and moves closer to you.

Grabs your jaw gently and tips your head back before capturing your lips into a sheering kiss that always leaves you breathless

"What were we talking about?"

"We were just going to get some food."

You're just as weak for Eren as he is for you <3

#eren x black reader #eren jaeger #eren aot #snk #aot headcanons #eren headcanons #eren yeager x black reader #black reader #eren has anger issues but is still sweet

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leviiattacks · 3 years

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Lmao Levi being irritated because reader, his roomate, who he still hasn't confessed to yet, gets a cat.

The cat hates Levi but loves reader and reader loves the cat too and it's basically Levi vs the cat someone help

note :: very rushed and not proofread i only wrote for fun because once again i am bed ridden with sickness ha ha the perks of always being sick i suppose T__T

lord, does levi despise the way you act without thinking sometimes

he’s legitimately appalled at how you can manage to always do shit like this

even more appalled at how he lets you get away with it every time

now, what is the shit you have done this time?

brought a cat home a CAT

first things first, you are allergic to cats so he does not understand how that predicament will fix itself

secondly, cats shed EVERYWHERE

as much as he enjoys cleaning he is not going to clean that up every day

thirdly, cats will ruin furniture and claw at it

as well as the curtains!!!!

and levi loves the curtains in the living room because the both of you picked them out together

though it was a struggle to get you interested enough to pick a pair you liked.

maybe that’s why he’s looking at you irked by this all

you’re holding the kitten in your arms playing around with her

“peek... a... boo!”

playing fucking peek-a-boo with a cat? he questions himself in his head

“y/n. we are not keeping the cat.”

at this you innocently look up at him through your lashes

god, there you go again doing that

he doesn’t know if you’re aware of the impact you have on him when you do that

he’s good at holding his composure but that look ignites something in him

but he always has to push that something down his throat

“c’mon, you’d be the best roomie ever if you let me keep her!”

his eyes narrow at the word roomie

is that all he is to you?? a roomie???

you’re holding the cat up alongside your face and are fake pouting

“you. are. allergic. to. cats.” he punctuates every word clearly

“how do you know that?” you ask reasonably shocked he knows something that obscure and random about you

“you like talking about yourself when you’re drunk.”

a memory of him helping you throw up whilst he carefully holds your hair out of your face flashes past

if it were anyone else he wouldn’t have got anywhere near them if they were throwing up

but it was you,

it was always you.

“you rambled on and on and on about wanting a cat as a kid but not getting one because of your allergies.”

“so you would also know-” the cat tries to scratch your arm and you retract giggling

“that i really want a cat!”

“does that change your allergies? poof oh wow y/n you’re no longer allergic to shitty cats because you want one.”

you roll your eyes at his deadpan expression and pessimism

“if you knew anything about cats you would know this is a cornish rex” you now rebuttal

“a fucking what?”

“hypoallergenic cat breed! my allergies to cats are mild so it’s the perfect cat for me”

the crease between his eyebrow deepens.

“do you forget that we live in this apartment together?”

you scrunch your nose looking at your little buddy who has now settled in your lap “how could i forget that?”

he knows you see him as nothing more than a roommate

levi loves you he does but you don’t know that

but part of him thinks you do because you always give him that look when you want something

you’re doing it again.

the look.

“fuck. fine but if that thing coughs up a hair ball she’s out.”

“AAAHH THANK YOU I LOVE YOU LEVI!!!!” you’re ecstatic

his breath traps itself in his throat when he hears that

how can you carelessly say i love you??

you’re happily looking between him and the cat and hand her over to levi

“hold her you’re the dad”

“so you’re the...?” he asks

“i’m the...???” you’re clueless

he shakes his head waving it off

it takes you a moment to understand what he’s asking then your eyes widen

“ohhh the mum? yeah that would be me”

it’s so stupid, so stupid, so so so stupid he repeats it in his head the whole scenario is stupid

but it doesn't stop him from smiling like an idiot

in recent days you’ve given her the names diana, garfield and casper

sadly, none of then seem to stick because you’re too indecisive

it’s got to the point where you barge into levi’s room without asking

you’re in your pyjamas he looks at you confused as to why you’ve walked in with no permission at 2am

in a cucumber face mask...?

“name the cat please, name the cat i can’t stick to a name i’m going to rip my hair out“ you’re gripping at your hair groaning in frustration.

“edgar’

first suggestion, too ugly.

you shake your head

“candy“

second suggestion, no, just no.

you shake your head again in refusal

“zero?“

yeah, no.

another shake of the head

levi ponders and thinks hard “...angel?’

you blush, jump back and look more than startled

fumbling with your fingers awkwardly you edge closer towards the door

he just eyes you weirdly wondering what causes that reaction

well, you must like the name

“is it good enough?” he asks

you’re speechless not knowing what to actually say

“y/n...????”

you snap out of it

“isn’t that something you’d call a significant other not a cat?”

and for once in your life you actually seem kinda annoyed at him

“your cat is an angel in your eyes that’s the point” he’s explaining his point but you aren’t listening

you don’t know why levi saying that word makes your heart race

that’s why you’re annoyed right now

in fact it’s not that you’re annoyed. you’re scared that it triggers this response because this is levi.

levi, your roommate the same roommate who argues about pizza toppings with you. he’s nothing more than that.

but your cheeks continue to flush behind the cucumber face mask

“i’ll ask someone else what to name him just call him salad for now” without letting him get a word in you leave but somehow you forget the cat

salad turns to levi and gives him what can only be described as a menacing look.

“you happy you annoying shit? y/n’s annoyed because i can’t name you”

your cat jumps at him and tries to scratch at a piece of flesh but is held off easily

one cold look from levi and she stops.

“get out my room you pest.” he says as he places the cat on the floor

salad scurries away and levi rolls his eyes

he hates that cat he really does

a few hours pass levi is still up he’s always found it hard to sleep

it’s been a long day he’s just finished a thesis for his physics degree and stretches out contently

to say he’s tired is an understatement but his throat is dry and he needs to DESPERATELY hydrate

he gets to his feet and ventures into the kitchen to retrieve some water then he’ll knock out like a log and fall asleep.

the pitch of your snoring can be heard and he smiles to himself silently.

it’s all good, he’s sure you’re getting all the sleep you need.

“GRRRE”

there it is,

the little fucker, your cat is still up.

“what is it little shit?” levi asks leaned up against the surface of the counter.

salad is only staring at him blankly before turning to look over at the living room.

it’s dim the lights are switched off but levi feels something is feels off

“the hell did you do?” he asks

but salad shows no signs of breaking and revealing what it is she’s done

levi’s going to have to investigate

stepping towards the living room he flicks the lights open.

eyes survey the entire area everything looks good until he sees the way the drapes have been ripped apart

salad is picked up in one swoop she sees how levi is about to throw her out the front door and panics

meowing and struggling just in the nick of time she jumps before running away and slipping into the safety of your bedroom

groaning levi goes back to the living room to see if he’s missed anything.

well, god damn him.

scratches litter the leather furniture, it almost looks like a crossword.

salad has also conveniently taken a shit behind the sofa,

and to top it all off she’s left a dead mouse in the middle of the living room floor

levi. is. infuriated.

“you should thank her for catching the mouse”

you’re hurriedly eating some toast levi has made for you as you brush your hair out and gather it into a low ponytail

“look at the drapes y/n??” he’s exasperated and trying to make sense of your logic

“i didn’t like the drapes anyway we needed new ones.”

you aren’t taking this seriously at all and it’s getting on his nerves now

he runs a hand through his hair and glares at you “i told you taking the cat in was a bad idea”

your hair tie snaps and so do you

all the doubts from yesterday are eating you away. the question still lingers in your mind - how do you really feel about levi?

“do you have to have an opinion on everything i do? you’re my roommate not my boyfriend.”

it’s your fault for letting your anger and stress get the better of you. to be frank you have no clue why you’ve gone and said that.

if you’re honest with yourself you know he’s not a roommate. he’s not a friend either but at the same time he’s definitely not a boyfriend.

he’s more than a friend to you but you don’t think he sees you similarly.

oh how wrong you are

“roommate?”

levi’s question is filled with not an ounce of humour, the both of you know that.

oddly, he sounds displeased,

but you can’t take it back now.

and you hate backing down

“what?” you scoff

he shakes his head and makes his way to the front door not turning to look at you.

“get a grip on that cat otherwise i’m throwing it out”

SLAM!

you’ve done it, you’ve messed it up.

salad jumps up on the counter and licks your toast

maybe, he is right about the cat.

the rest of the week is incredibly busy you have an important economics presentation due today and you’ve done everything you need to prepare for it.

at least that’s what you think,

you’re stood in front of the class introducing yourself and everything seems to be going smoothly

price determination within the economic market might as well be advertised as a sleeping pill because you don’t know how you can get anyone interested enough to keep their eyes open.

but putting your best foot forward an attempt is still made.

“the buyers and sellers accept this price, and buy and sell accordin-”

you’re abruptly cut off by your professor who coughs and then proceeds to leer at you in disgust.

a few moments of silence pass and you can feel your heart hammer in your chest.

suddenly he points at the door,

he’s known for being harsh, strict and a stingy marker but it’s not as if you’ve shown up with nothing done...?

in fact this is the largest amount of effort you’ve put into your economics course since you’ve started it.

being in your usual seasonal slump has held you back but now you’re actually trying he’s saying it’s not good enough?

“your presentation. it’s awful. not enough effort put into it, leave for today.” his voice is rumbling and intimidating.

you’re stunned, you’ve worked tirelessly day and night to finish this off.

you’ve even had to cry over not knowing or understanding how to make pie charts.

interpreting data has never been your strong suit.

too embarrassed to ask for help you had to spend hours figuring out how to make it all work alongside your excel chart and spreadsheet

sighing heavily you speak up “professor i’ve spent a lot of time on this?”

“i looked through the slides. dog shit.” his response is fiery and you shudder at the boiling frustration he’s shooting right at you.

arguing in front of the lecture hall is not what you wish to do and you’re sure you aren’t going to be the only person sent out this way.

just retreat y/n

you do.

the professor is clearly in a bad mood and taking it out on you, there’s nothing you can do about it.

wordlessly you gather your belongings and leave.

as you trudge back home the feeling of not being good enough sinks in your stomach like a heavy anchor at sea.

entering through the front door is a task and a half through your glossed over eyes but somehow you manage

you’ve kept salad in your room for most of the time after your argument and she seems to actually miss levi’s presence.

so when the first thing you see as soon as you enter is salad clawing at his bedroom door begging to be let in you aren’t surprised.

thankfully for you he’s yet to return from class and hasn’t been disturbed by the sounds.

at least that’s what you assume.

you look at salad and start sobbing

you wish you were a cat.

cats don’t get shit on for fucking up economics presentations that’s for sure.

shaking you try to hold yourself up against one of the walls

frankly, school stress is getting to you.

you tried hard on that presentation only for it to fail when it was worth a quarter of your grade.

A QUARTER...

TWENTY FIVE PERCENT...

salad nuzzles herself against your leg and you lean over to pick her up

she licks at your ear, it tickles and you laugh in between sobs

“you sure are good at comforting people huh?” you’re so worn out your laugh sounds half dead.

it’s all so pathetic. you standing in your living room wailing as you hold your pet cat like a baby.

but she doesn’t mind and let’s you cry to your hearts content.

“MEOW” salad loudly squeaks and you stroke her back but she only keeps at it “MEOWWWW.”

sensing that she’s bringing something to your attention you turn around

there stands levi awkwardly waving at you and you instinctually cover your face with your arm.

the smudged mascara is none of his business.

“wanna order pizza and talk about it?”

pursing your lips at the proposition you slowly lower your arm and scratch at the sleeve of your shirt.

"yeah, i’d love that.”

“KICKED YOU OUT THE LECTURE HALL?? YOU WORKED ON THAT FOR DAYS Y/N, DAYS??”

levi is beyond pissed he hasn’t even touched the second slice of his pizza after hearing how your presentation played out.

“it’s okay, it was probably going to go bad i can’t do anything right.”

levi’s silver eyes fog up in annoyance and you shut yourself up.

“you are the most able person i have met.”

head rocking up in surprise the confession is news to you.

“really?“

“you’re great at making pad thai, somehow you convinced me to keep that cat, i remember that other time you convinced a first year to bungee jump off a building for last years charity fundraiser.”

it truly is endearing how he doesn’t call you smart or witty or hard-working. none of that basic nonsense you’ve heard time and time again from everyone else.

the fact he’s naming the most random things makes your heart swell.

you burst into laughter remembering the first year’s quivering form and you wonder why levi even remembers that.

“if salad bothers you that much i could find a friend to look after her.”

levi looks at you like he’s just come face to face with a ghost.

“no? i like her, she might frustrate me and get in the way when i want to-” he stops himself fumbling over his sentence.

“when you want to?“ you’re leaning in closer intrigued what the rest of the sentence is.

shock flashes over his face but the next second it disappears.

taking a gulp of his water seemingly in preparation he looks you right in the eye.

“when i want to kiss you.”

and that’s all it takes for you to tug him by the shirt and slam his lips against yours, you giggle into the kiss as you situate yourself in his lap. hands ghosting over your hips he’s disoriented not sure where to place his palms but you don’t care. you’ve been waiting for this and despite his sloppy response the fact you’re finally doing what you’ve been fearing the most these past few weeks is only filling you with adrenaline.

“settle down.” he’s panting heavy and ragged. “i was meant to initiate it and look cool what the fuck??” he’s not mad, he’s just playing with you but that doesn’t stop you from getting into the role.

“and if i don’t settle?” you mischievously ask, levi’s hands are cupping your jaw he pushes your hair out of your face and simply gazes in awe.

he makes you feel so beautiful, it’s unreal.

“meow...” salad’s dissatisfied whining can be heard and then out of nowhere in one fluid motion she jumps onto levi’s chest.

“salad if you don’t mind i’m trying to make out with your dad.” you explain with a frown.

she doesn’t budge and instead a trickling sound can be heard, then a foul smell floats into the room and levi screams.

“Y/N THE LITTLE SHIT IS PEEING ON ME???”

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