#(Unless I pull an all nighter for it like I did for wanting)

[angelismmm]

hi~ can i have 'mornings with them' with the sumeru men? little scenarios/headcanons, please. 🙏🥰

⟢ you taste like vanilla ft. al haitham, cyno, kaveh, tighnari ・synopsis. say good morning to the most handsome man beside you, your significant other. ・notes. giggles, you guys can have these drabbles rq while i finish the long requests in my drafts/inbox ・warnings. just literal mornings with them, generally fluff, slight spoilers to in-game story

THE SCRIBE: ALHAITHAM ・pulls a bunch of all nighters, can barely sleep when he can, unless you're there, as long as you guys cuddle he'll be okay, proper sleep schedule back on track. likes to have his arms around your waist and sleeping to the side while you face him, kind of gives the feelings you're in his arms, no one will take you away from him.

・usually wakes up before you, but probably waits in bed for 30 more minutes, just watching you sleep peacefully in his embrace. wouldn't admit it out loud, but he thinks you're cute when you sleep, before he gets out of bed he'd kiss your forehead, and write a note on your nightstand and make breakfast, the notes are probably sticky notes saying what's for breakfast with a cute lil drawing of you

as he watches your chest heave, he brushes the hair off your face to kiss your forehead, you'd hear a very faint whisper, but he said "I never thought I'd ever get this close to someone, so close to feel their breath on my skin, and their lips on mine. and It's much more amazing that it's you." and he'd slowly get up to leave, but nothing brightened his morning more than your sleepy expression near his chest.

・will always make sure that mostly whatever is your favorite will be your breakfast, knows you can cook for lunch by yourself, but in advance would get stuff out for you, puts another sticky note and recommends what you should cook ・"You've never seen me ever broken, and I'm scared you'll leave me once you do, so I'm strong for you."

THE GENERAL MAHAMATRA: CYNO ・probably ends up finding you stranded on the couch asleep with a blanket covering you, always loves carrying you up the stairs, gives him the feeling that he can protect someone. or that he needs to, and that gives him a stronger will to fight in battle. ends up caressing your head from behind, just finds his hands lost in your hair, ends up sleeping anyway. ・honestly always wakes up before you, no matter how early you wake up, he's already out of bed, breakfast is usually made.

"I gave you thousands of reasons to walk away, why didn't you?" He said, his face next to your neck, "Because I love you. That's why." Cuddling him closer, your fingers ran through his hair, and a kiss to his forehead set him asleep.

・when you do wake up with him at the same time, likes to take showers with you too. there's also cooking together, likes to hold you from behind and rest his head on yours, or put his head near to your neck, and talks to you about the food or what he has to do that day. ・leaves for work, but not without your lips on his on his way out. never forget to say i love you back when he tells you "love you dear, see you tonight." like he will wait by the doorframe for you to say it back,

"See you tonight, dear, love you." Cyno said walking to the door with his spear in hand, "Mhm, see you tonight." You said going to start clean up the table, it's been about 10 minutes, and your boyfriend is still waiting by the entrance to your home, "You haven't gone yet? Did you forget something? Want me to go get it for you?" You said coming close again, "You forgot something." Getting a little closer to your face, "I did?" "You didn't say I love you back. Say it now, or I'm not going." "Well I much prefer you stay here with me than go to work, but I love you too." "Thank you, stay safe alright?"

・"I hope that I find you in every life, no matter where you are, I want to find you, and only you." is all he whispers, as he falls asleep, with you.

THE ARCHITECT: KAVEH ・probably stays at home most of the time, so you're with him most of the time, sleep at the same time together too. he probably has a matching skincare routine with you, like be honest with me if you really wanna be in a relationship with this man you got to share your own skincare routine. ・you don't have one, and don't wanna do one? too bad, he'll force you by doing it himself on you 'till you do it on your own (as a joke, he knows your boundaries, doesn't really mind if you don't have one :), he'll be very happy to share though! ・if he ever does wear suits he wants you to tie the tie on him, (for the cheesy effect), because he doesn't know how (he does, just likes how much better it looks when you do it.), if it ever comes down to it, after he's done a project and finds you waiting since whenever time earlier on the couch, sound asleep, will sleep on your lap, he can barely carry a claymore what makes you think he can carry you to your bedroom (he can, but for the cheesy effect he stays, also because he's lazy),

As his eyes open, he looks up to see his lover, still sleeping, he could get out of bed and go elsewhere to prepare for the morning activities, your pretty face lulls him back to sleep, mumbling something like I love you under his breath.

・if you ever get clothing ripped or destroyed somewhat, he can sew, will do it with joy, you trust him enough that he can patch up your clothing from battle, honestly, any clothing with holes, or what in them, he'll be quick to put it back together, especially your favorites, knows which are your favorites, and what you prefer. likes to do it in the morning way better, if any time later than that, you're gonna have to wait 'till morning, again. ・likes tracing shapes on your back if you both are cuddling, and he big spoons, finds it calming himself, and likes to watch your sleepy expression pleased. ・he doesn't know it yet, but randomly memorizes the little things about you, like it's just implemented in his mind, and doesn't mean to, but when you mention you like something, it will stay in his mind, like taking notes for what you prefer. in bed, he likes to just gaze at you, and you return it, just in silence, admiring each other, so far yet so close, slowly both your eyes go to sleep, in each other's embrace. ・"If I could choose you in every life, I would, and I'm glad I did in this one"

THE FOREST RANGER: TIGHNARI ・barely home, it's for a good reason, most of the time he does surprise you with dates out, and sleeping inside your home, together. he tries his best, but can't sleep that often, forest ranger for a reason, will just watch you most of the night, the times he does get to sleep, is short, can barely sleep a whole 8 hours, likes to be held by you, reminds him of the feeling of home. ・like to scatter kisses around your collarbone when you hold him close, lets you pet his ears, and his tail, you've asked a ton before i bet, he said only in private, the feeling he get whenever you pet his ears gets him feeling weird.. ・likes to admire you when you sleep, and whisper praise into your ears, asleep or not, he doesn't care, he gets stuff off his chest by chatting to you at night, even if you aren't listening because obviously you are sleeping, but if you are, you'd hear all the things he'd be too shy to call you, there are thing he does call you with other people, like petnames, but there are things he prefers much more in private.

A date in the forest wasn't uncommon with Tighnari, picnics are his favorite, and he usually surprises you with it, he blindfolds you, leading you to somewhere, somewhere no one else but him knows, a small place, with a pond decorated with nilotpala lotuses, and other flowers decorating everywhere else, "I hope this is something you love, because I know I do." Taking off your blindfold, light slightly pouring out the hole up above, as the place was a cave like figure, "It's beautiful!" gasping, taking a look at the small picnic he's set up for you and him, "Not as beautiful as you are, because no matter how many languages I study or learn, no word from any language could define your beauty." But all of this was nothing short of a dream he's had of you, as he awakes, all he could think is how lucky he is to have you.

・in the morning, both of you like to water his plants in his botany laboratory where he studies plants, he likes to wake up with you, shower, get up on those days he can be with you ・"If I could, I would bring the universe to you, but for now, all I can do is love you."

the whole time i wrote this i giggled n said these are not drabbles......

[girlboypersonthingy]

I'm not sure if you only do x readers but if you do ships could you please do headcanons for klance when keith is away at the blade of marmora?

feel free to ignore it if you don't like klance or don't do ships that's completely fine :)

I love your writing btw!

OMGGGG THANK U SM UR SO NICE 😘 AND YES KLANCE OWNS MY WHOLE ENTIRE HEART. I’ll do pretty much any ship as long as the characters aren’t far apart in age. Ah little space boyfriends 😩 ENJOY~

Klance- When Keith is way with the blade of marmora

First of all, Lance is sooooo annoying when Keith is away. Bro will not shut up about his super hot grumpy emo boyfriend. Keith’s name leaves Lance’s mouth at least 199 times a day, if not more.

Second of all, Keith is the complete opposite. He gets really really quiet, more quiet than he normally is. He doesn’t mention Lance at all but his name never leaves Keith’s mind. He only really gets talkative around Lance so without him, Keith doesn’t talk unless he has to.

THEY TOTALLY SWAP JACKETS BEFORE KEITH LEAVES EVERY TIME!!! Keith has literally turned around and come back to the castle just to get Lance’s comfy green jacket. Keith likes Lance’s jacket bc it smells good and actually keeps him really warm. Lance likes Keith’s jacket bc it’s small and scuffed up and worn but he prefers to hold Keith’s jacket close to him rather than actually wear it all the time. He’ll just walk around the castle with the red jacket thrown over his shoulder or clutched tightly in his arms.

When Keith is only gone for a couple days, Lance gets sooooo excited when he returns to the castle. He goes running through the halls with red cheeks and the biggest grin to meet Keith in the hangar when he arrives.

“KEEF!!!” “I told you to stop calling me that.” “I missed you! Did you miss me? Oh my quiznak, you totally missed it! Pidge caught a piece of equipment on fire yesterday. It was so crazy and-“ Cue Lance talking Keith’s ear off while he just smiles and nods along.

If Keith is gone for longer than like a week, bruh it’s so dramatic when they finally reunite. Just picture a teary-eyed Keith on his knees, still in his blade suit, clutching a happy crying lance in his arms. They just miss each other sooooooo much.

The whole team is like 🥹🥹🥹

Pidge specifically is like “I’m not crying, you are…”

Pretty much every time Keith is traveling back to the castle, he’s exhausted. There’s a lot of pressure on him, a lot of weight on his shoulders right now. He’s always on high alert, super tense and barely getting sleep. BUT when he finally sees Lance again and hears his voice and feels his embrace, he gets a sudden rush of energy. Now he wants to pull another all nighter just to catch up and spend time with his bf.

Oddly enough, Lance spends a lot of his time in the training room when Keith is gone. No one’s really sure why but Shiro thinks is bc Keith is always training and so being in that room makes Lance miss him less, ya know? Pidge is like 99% sure it’s bc he wants to actually practice so he can impress Keith with a super cool new move he learned when he gets back. Pidge is correct

If Keith has any down time while he’s away, he likes to just daydream. There’s not much else he can do so he stares off into the distance and gets lost in thoughts about his tall dreamy boyfriend and the last time they made out and how he can’t wait to feel his thin arms around him again and how he misses the smell of his nightly face masks and the sound of his voice and the texture of his hair and the freckles on his tan face. I could go on for days.

The second Keith leaves, Lance begins planning 😈 He racks his brain with cute date idea and nice things he can get/make for his bae. Every time Keith returns, after the initial hugging and kissing and excited smiles and small talk, Lance is giving Keith something nice or trying to take him out for a space picnic or some sappy shit like that.

Pretty much every time a date is planned, it never happens. Keith first complains that he’s too tired to go anywhere and then convinces Lance to makeout cuddle with him in bed instead.

But Keith does get really flattered and smiley and red when Lance gives him a pretty rock he found on a planet close by or a stuffed animal from the space mall or something like that. He just feels so special and he thinks Lance is just way too cute and pure for this world. He’s like ‘aww he was thinking about me’.

While Lance runs his mouth all day about missing Keith and anticipating his return, the night time is different. Lance cuddles Keith’s jacket or pillow in bed and lays awake for a while wondering exactly what he’s up to at this very moment. Is Keith thinking about him right now too? Is he safe? When will be be back? Poor baby boy is stressed about the love of his life.

Lance often has nightmares when Keith isn’t in bed beside him. It’s almost the same bad dream every time, just slightly different. It’s always Keith is on a mission with the blade and ends up hurt or lost or…worse. And Lance wakes up in a cold sweat every time. He wouldn’t know what to do with himself if Keith never came back to him.

Keith will never mention it to anyone ever but he has bad dreams when he’s away from Lance too. He often dreams that he returns to the castle to find the whole team gone, Shiro Lance Pidge, everyone. It scares the hell out of him, he loses sleep over it a lot.

That’s why they’re so intense when they reunite after a long time away from each other. The longer they are apart, the more they both worry about the other and the more these terrifying dreams occur. So when they finally see each other again after like a two month mission, they’re so overwhelmed with happiness and relief that they are both brought to tears.

When they finally sleep beside each other again, OH MY GOD THEY BOTH SLEEP SO GOOD. They feel so comfy and content and safe.

Keith snores pretty much every night but when he comes back after a long mission and finally gets to fall asleep next to the love of his life, his snoring can be heard from Earth probably. He’s just finally relaxed enough to get some good sleep again, he can’t help it. Lance thinks it’s cute and he knows it’s bc his poor baby is sleep deprived.

Long story short, these two are so deeply and madly in love. I don’t think two people have ever been this in love before. Throughout this entire space war, the thought of each other is what really keeps them both going. They’re fighting for the safety of the universe…but they are each other’s universe 💙❤️💙❤️

[kjclfaller]

Sometimes I'll make a schedule for myself and feel like shit when I don't follow it, then I'll look at the schedule and think shiiit, you forgot to factor in rest, meals and sleep 🥴

[kimsohn]

thank u sm!! the request was this prompt: “fake dating (it was real all along)” with winter

thank u in advance and take ur time!

chicken sandwich . winter x gn!reader about . 542 words, fluff + angst warnings . none!

winter was tired of you avoiding her.

it started when you last texted her three days ago, the ping of the message waking her up from the peaceful slumber she had previously been in.

the deal is over.

even in her groggy half-asleep state, winter knew something was wrong. first of all, she knew you well enough that 6am was a time completely foreign to you unless absolutely necessary, so you had either stayed up overthinking or pulled an all-nighter studying for something.

the options seemed to narrow to the first one when she responded with confusion and you left her on read. her suspicions rose when she called you and you didn't pick up, and they were confirmed when she walked into school and you wouldn't even meet her gaze.

it's been three days of her trying with no avail to find out what went wrong between you both. three days of her attempting to figure out the reason you would put an end to the fake dating scheme that had brought you two closer for the past month.

when winter had first brought up the idea to you, saying it would be the perfect idea of revenge for the two of your exes who had gotten together, you hastily agreed, wanting nothing but your previous lover back. but now, a month after the initial agreement, winter's ex isn't even present in her own mind, her thoughts being clouded with someone entirely different.

you.

and you, the most important person in winter's life right now, ignoring her for three days straight? she felt like her heart was crumbling.

which is why she pulled you into the janitor's closet at her nearest convenience, aka you trailing through the halls to desperately be first in the lunch line. and as much as winter knows you love your food, sadly, today's chicken sandwich would have to wait.

"why are you ignoring me?" winter asked, getting straight to the point as she closed the door behind you and the room flooded with cheap yellow lights.

"well, you don't have any use for me. didn't you get back together with your ex?"

you both may be on the same wavelength for getting out of here as soon as possible, but definitely not for reasons of ignorance.

"i'm sorry?"

"yeah, i saw you hugging karina in the hallway after school four days ago, after i came to pick you up from your art club. figured you didn't need a ride, or me, in your life anymore."

"god y/n, you're so stupid."

"huh?"

"you're right in the fact that karina did come to confess her feelings to me."

she watched your face fall, your gaze shifting back down to the tiled floor again.

"but, i rejected her. and that's why i hugged her, so i could wish her the best in her future endeavors without me."

confusion flooded through your eyes as you looked up at her.

"why did you reject her? isn't this what you wanted, to get back tog—"

"i don't want karina. i want you."

and as winter watched the smile bloom on your face again while tugging you close, she knew from your eyes that sacrificing that chicken sandwich was definitely worth it.

[nogenderbee]

REQUESTS ARE OPEN AGAIN??! YIPPEE OKAY LETS SEE!! Also its none other than 💫anon hehe

Okay so i had this idea, can you maybe do Tsukasa (and maybe Mizuki but like seperately) x reader and like the reader identifies as non-binary but they have a feminine appearance and they are comfortable looking that way but they're sometimes worried that their identity wont be validated unless they look the park?? If that makes any sense. I know this is oddly specific but its just like a thing i have going on💀

Also as always, bonus points for physical affection like lots of it because istg you cant look at Tsukasa and tell me he's not huggable and kissable bro (same goes for Mizuki i love them but like T S U K A S A)

You'll definitely see me again when i come up with more request ideas hehe >:DD

Anyways no rush take your time and maybe like a fic format if that works for you

Omg, hello 💫 anon again! I hear you and I think I could got that, plus fic format is not a problem for me! Also Tsukasa and Mizuki are both so so SOOOO huggable and all!! I made sure to contain there some physical affection for you so I hope you enjoy~

Tsukasa, Mizuki comfort non-binary!reader

TagList: @alicewinterway18 @bleachtheidiot - come get your future star!

@no1mizukifan - come get your cute animator~

Today was one of those days when you were insecure about your appearance again... but not in like a way you'd hate your appearance, in fact you were really comfortable with it. It's just that many people used to "forget" about your true identity because of how feminine you look.

Today many classmates mixed up your pronouns even after you corrected them so no wonder you've been in worse spirits, which your boyfriend immediately picked on and decided to ask you about it.

"My star, are you alright? You seem to shine a little less today. Did something happened?"

At first you weren't sure if you should tell him about what was troubling you but after he started to rub back of your hand in comforting way, you kind of let it all out. You didn't even noticed when his arms wrapped around you.

"My star, please listen to what I want to say... If you're comfortable the way you are, you shouldn't change it. It doesn't matter if you look that way or another because your identity still will be the same and if someone doesn't get it, I'll be there to help you out! You just have to call me and I promise I'll run there!"

After that you stayed in that position for a while. Tsukasa had his both arms wrapped around you and one slowly rubs your back. Even if you started crying he let you his shoulder while still saying comfort words.

And he kept his promise, he was always there to remind anyone your true pronouns and identity, it doesn't matter if someone your age or adult made that mistake, he always was ready to jump into conversation and remind the other person that they should use correct pronouns for you and he'll even fight over your honor if needed but not in like physical way, he simply had a conversation with them and wouldn't stop unless they realize their mistake.

"Why can't people understand that appearance≠identity?" That's the question you were constantly asking yourself today. Everyone, even people who knew well about your real identity seemed to have forgotten who you really are, so no wonder you've been in worse spirits lately this day. Sure, you may have tried to mask it but your partner noticed it either way.

That's why, when the two of you were hanging out, they asked you if you had worse day today and if something happened.

"Hey YN, are you feeling alright today? Did something happened or are you just tired? Don't tell me you pulled an all nighter..."

They looked at you with their worried look and that's when you felt you can't hide it from them so you explained everything. And once you started, they immediately put their arm around you while gently rubbing your back.

"Ah, those people! Hey, it doesn't matter if you look feminine or not because you're still you! And if you feel comfortable the way you are then you shouldn't change anything. It's their problem if they can't appreciate amazing person like you! But if you need, I can always talk with them?"

If you agree on them talking to your friends then they won't give up untill they'll make their point but it's really up to your friends if this will work or not since they will go as far as they can't but they won't threaten someone to use the right pronouns.

But after your confession, Mizuki keeps rubbing your back and even starts gently rubbing your cheek with their thumb while saying comforting words. They also suggest you have a gallery date to try some clothes and maybe get your mind off this day.

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[nyanashima]

MC with OCD (Nowdateables + Luke)

More self-indulgent headcanons lmao

Luke is platonic obvs that is my son

Content warnings: contamination and symmetry/perfection obsessions, self-destructive compulsions. Stay safe ❤️

Diavolo

Another one that did his homework. He didn’t have enough time to research as extensively as Lucifer, but he’s got the Sparknotes version of your mental illness

He means well, but because he’s never encountered a human with OCD before, he treats you half like a startled deer and half like a baby.

The startled deer portion: He observes and is very careful with you. He doesn’t want to accidentally trigger anything, so he’s noticeably walking on eggshells for the first little bit. This will fade as he gets to know you

The baby portion: He wants to be helpful and welcoming so bad that it’s a little smothering. Barb will tell him to cool it, but he’ll still check in occasionally to see if you need anything

Supportive supportive supportive. Dia makes that VERY clear. He'll do anything to make you more comfortable

Since he knows about it before you even come into the exchange program, he’ll probably be more accommodating to everyone

TL;DR He’s really sweet, he can just be a bit much sometimes lol

“If you are in need of accommodations, I would be more than happy to personally discuss them with you. Everyone at RAD deserves to be on the same playing field.”

Barbatos

Like Diavolo and Lucifer, Barb is well-informed

He's much more chill than Dia, though

Lets you know that personal and academic accommodations are available once you fall step through the portal, and goes about normally after that. He's a clean guy, so he figures it's probably fine unless he sees you're upset

Tells Diavolo to tone it down if he’s making you feel singled out

As a perfectionist, Barb an certainly sympathize with contamination or symmetry obsessions

If he sees you doing any harmful compulsions (eg. Using bleach wipes on yourself), it’s IMMEDIATE concern

Invites you over for a baking session to get to know each other/hang out if you’re already close

As a butler, he knows countless cleaning/sanitization alternatives. Takes the opportunity to teach you safer ways to placate your brain

“We would like you to feel as welcome and accepted as possible here in the Devildom. If there is any assistance we can provide, please do not hesitate to ask.”

Solomon

You tell him and he’s like, "Oh. Okay."

It's mostly business as usual, but he'll do stuff to help if you ask for it.

It's not that he doesn't care, he just doesn't see it as a big deal. To him, it's like saying you're anemic.

Really patient and accommodating. Doesn't mind showering and changing into clean clothes before sitting down on your bed. He knows how hard it is to be vulnerable with someone, so he's happy you feel comfortable enough to ask that of him

Once you're close, if he notices it's bothering you, he'll ask if you'd like to try magical treatments for it 

Those may go awry and end up turning you into a frog at first, but hey, it's the thought that counts

Either way, he gets to research something and help his friend/partner, and you get some much-needed relief. Win-win.

If he’s gonna mess with you, he’ll make sure to do it symmetrically

So if you fall asleep around him, you’re getting TWO Sharpie penises on your face instead of just one <3

“Ah, I see. You know, I don’t have much personal experience with those sorts of things— at least not in recent years. Would you mind if I picked your brain?”

Simeon

Also low-key, but still thoughtful

If he knows you’re visiting, he’ll do a quick tidy and give commonly used objects a wipe-down

After seeing Luke's travel hand sanitizer, he gets matching ones for the three of you and starts carrying it around

Somehow forgot that he's always wearing gloves so he mainly brings it for you lol

Pulls an all-nighter researching OCD so he can understand and help you better

Realizes there isn’t much good media representation for it, and starts to ask you about your experiences

Huh, that’s weird, his newest novel’s protagonist has OCD. What a coincidence (lying)

“Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me. Please let me know if there’s anything I can do to make things a little easier.”

Luke

I love this sweet boy with all my heart

SUPER mindful of your triggers if you tell him

Basically rearranges all of the Purgatory Hall common spaces AND his room if he knows you’re coming over. Barks orders at Simeon and Solomon lmao

Like Levi, he’ll get a special blanket for you to use/sit on

Clips a travel hand sanitizer to his bag, just in case. It’s mainly for you to use but he will also use it if he wants to hold hands 🥺

Everything he bakes for you will be in even numbers

He really goes above and beyond to make sure you’re comfortable

“Oh, I’ve heard of that! I didn’t realize you had it, MC. Let me know if I can help, mmkay?”

[apollostears]

SCHMIDT’S WORLD [ jjk ]

↬︎ anime: jujutsu kaisen

↬︎ featuring: geto, choso, gojo, nanami, and toji

↬︎ warning(s): mentions of death

PLOT. college!jjk men as some quotes from Schmidt on New Girl + some for college!reader.

ADVISORY. reader is female and black unless stated otherwise.

college series

[ college!nanami ]

“yeah…we’re totally chill. we’ll just break out THE BACKUP CHINA! 🤬”

when choso asks if he’s ok thanksgiving morning after finding out gojo accidentally broke the original place settings.

“ARE YOU THE CRIMINALS?! FROM THE STATISTICS?!”

when you guys collectively prank him and dress up as robbers in the middle of the night, catching him his chiffon silk boxers and bonnet you gifted him.

“DAMN IT! I can’t find my driving moccasins anywhere!”

just…i can’t explain this.

[ college!choso ]

“can you please not tell anyone i just did that? that feels…embarrassing.”

after you make him laugh so hard he shits himself. literally.

“oh, the parfait? parfait.”

choso discovering parfaits for the first time.

“what are ya doingg?? almost hit you with this brush steel modern lamp.”

when he catches toji bumping bodies with a girl but he thought someone was tryna rob them.

[ college!gojo ]

“someone’s personalized condoms just came in the mail.”

gojo, after the magnum condom broke because he was “too big” so he bought personalized ones instead.

“I DON’T LIKE IT! I DON’T LIKE IT! I DON’T LIKE IT!”

one night at dinner when nanami made brussel sprouts and gojo threw a tantrum.

“A-A WHITE MAN? NO!”

when he’s watching his favorite soap opera and the only ethnic character, gets paired with the white man.

[ college!geto ]

“i will scream sing EVERY LAST WORD TO LES MIS!”

geto threatening you all when his lucky hair tie goes missing [plot twist, he left it in his pocket when he washed laundry and found it later].

“ *angry breathing* YOUTHS!”

when some underage kids tried to break into the shop while he was still there.

“you aren’t the only one that’s hurting here y/n l/n. the economy stinks, bees are dying. movies are pretty much all sequels now.”

when your usual rant buddy [choso] waa busy, so you turned to geto, who made your rant session into his own.

[ college!toji ]

“you think that you can—you can beat me in a physical altercation of fisticuffs?”

drunk!toji beefing with drunk!gojo after a game of uno goes wrong.

“well you know, everyone dies. maybe he’ll die.”

toji when you guys witness a guy choking on his food while out for dinner.

“YOU POUR THAT COFFEE DOWN YOUR THROAT AND I’LL POUR YOUR BLOOD ON THE GROUND! I’LL KNIFE YOU!”

feral!toji in the morning when gojo had the audacity to try and drink the last cup of coffee before toji could get his fill.

[ college!reader ]

“i’m fine.” *starts choking self* “let me die.”

you after your favorite restaurant runs out of your favorite dessert that you really wanted.

“i’ll kill you! i’ll murder you!”

a valid reaction to you finding out that gojo used up all of your curling cream [expensive curling cream] because he wanted to look like you.

“hit me with your car.”

you ask some random stranger one day after you pulled an all nighter for an assignment that wasn’t due until next week.

NOTE I. happy new year’s everyone!! hope 2022 is everything you guys want and more!!

NOTE II. i’ve been dying to do this for the longest 😭

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𝖙𝖜𝖎𝖈𝖊 I || professor!helmut zemo x reader

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞 : history is so much more interesting when he’s teaching it.  you’d better be careful before the two of you end up with a history of your own.

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙 : 6k

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 : smut (incl. semi-public sex in an office and oral f receiving), significant age gap (reader is 20, zemo is 39; it isn’t actually mentioned though but it comes up in the next part), the slightest bit of angst?, nearly pwp at this point lol

                                    You wouldn’t know it by the way you were enraptured with his lecture, but you weren’t even a history major.  

Quite far from it, really, well outside of the college of liberal arts, and yet here you were in the front row, watching him gesture over a large map of Western Europe while he explained the sociocultural impacts of the Treaty of Versailles.

It was probably pretty obvious why you took such interest in all this, though.  After all, you were the only one who dressed as well as he did, your blazers and skirts and loafers standing out amongst a sea of hoodies and sweats and flip-flops; and, you were the only one who paid close attention and yet never seemed to be taking any notes…

Why would you, after all?  Looking away to write in your notebook would mean missing out on all the fun, and unfortunately you had found that when you copied down the words he spoke, his accent was not retained in writing.

Some kid in the back of the class had asked about his accent the first day; you thought it was kind of a rude question, if you were being honest, but he didn’t seem to mind too much (if perhaps a bit surprised that anyone cared).  He explained he was from a small country called Sokovia, but that his accent was a bit unique since he spoke Russian, German, Spanish, and Italian as well.

Because of course he did.  Like he was specifically designed to target all your weaknesses.

“Well, I could talk about that for the rest of the evening but I’ll spare you all and let you out a bit early today, how does that sound?” Professor Zemo offered.  The other students weakly cheered, a few claps here and there as you heard binders shutting and backpacks being zipped, but you were disappointed.  You didn’t want to go back to your dorm, all you were going to do there was think about him anyways.

Damn, I’ve really got it bad, you thought to yourself, shaking your head as you stood up and gathering your things, slinging your bag over your shoulder.  You glanced up at the podium where another student was chatting with Professor Zemo, and either he said something really funny or she was trying way too hard to flirt with him.  You rolled your eyes, irritated by the display and yet envious of her audacity to just go up there and talk to him.  Imagine having a crush and actually being able to look them in the eye and hold a conversation; you could barely do that with people you didn’t happen to find attractive.

Just as you were about to make it out the door, you heard your name and spun around.  You were shocked to realize it was the Professor trying to get your attention.  If only you’d thought to pretend you hadn’t heard him.

“Could I speak with you for a moment?” he requested, motioning you over with two curled fingers.  With a swallow and a nod, you stepped out of the flow of students exiting into the hallway and approached the desk at the front of the room.

“What is it?” you asked.

“I just wanted to discuss your most recent paper, if you have some time,” he explained, and your heart sunk.  Of course it was garbage, you’d written the whole thing last minute during a near-all-nighter.  “I still have the copy you turned in here in my bag.”

“Right, of course— sure,” you nodded.  By now the classroom was empty spare for the two of you, your words echoing slightly; presumably that was intentional, since these places were built for acoustics, but it made you worry you’d have to hear whatever criticism he had for you multiple times.

He pulled out the slightly-wrinkled paper and took his glasses off of his vest to wear (fuck, did he have to wear the glasses, just to personally attack you?) as he glanced over the top page before folding it over the staple.

“This essay,” he continued, “it’s—”

Ridiculous.  Idiotic.  A blight on humanity and a waste of printer ink.

“Fascinating,” he finished, surprising you.  “After I read it, I searched your student profile on my office computer—”

You gulped, trying not to take that as a compliment.

“I’m looking at your information and I’m seeing you aren’t even a history major— is this a mistake, when it says your major is computer science?”

“No, that’s my major,” you nodded.

“Well, that’s a shame,” he decided, “because you have some really interesting ideas in here, clearly you must have studied history before.”

“I mean, not really,” you shrugged.  “I didn’t even care that much about history until, you know, you...r class,” you finished quickly, realizing it sounded too odd otherwise.

And that smile, the way he looked down at the floor suddenly, was he blushing?  “Thank you.  I’m always… glad to inspire.”

If only you knew everything you’d inspired in me, Professor.

“If you didn’t care about history, what would motivate you to register for an honors history seminar?” he asked suddenly.  

“Well…” you trailed off, reaching up to scratch the back of your neck as you dodged his gaze.

“It couldn’t possibly be because I’m teaching it,” he realized.

“I came to your talk last year, the one you did about the Sokovian civil war,” you finally admitted, letting out a lungful of air as you said it and looking up at him sheepishly.

“Ah,” he nodded, “yes, that might make a bit more sense.  But we still haven’t found the real reason, have we?”  His eyebrow raised slightly and you felt like he was toying with you— but you liked it, the shiver that ran up your spine made that obvious.  “Because the question remains of what would possess a computer science student to take time out of her busy schedule on a Friday night— if I recall the night correctly— to listen to some stuffy visiting scholar talk about a bloody war in a country she may not have even heard of before.”

“My friend brought me,” you defended.

“Under what guise?” he pressed.

“She… may have mentioned something about… a cute professor with a sexy accent…” you stammered, cringing slightly as you spared a glance back up at him.  He was staring back at you with the most bewildering expression.  His eyes said ‘you thought I was cute?’, and yet his smile said ‘I knew it.’

“You must’ve been horribly disappointed when I took the stage,” he finally replied, voice a bit lower, softer, not echoing around the room anymore.  

“Not at all,” you returned, almost below your breath now, and suddenly you became very aware that you were standing too close to him, but you couldn’t move away, you couldn’t even look away anymore.  “I’m here, aren’t I?  Taking your class?”

“And you make it nearly impossible to focus, did you know that?  I swear your eyes never leave me, I can feel them on me.  It’s quite unfair, because I can’t stare back at you no matter how much I want to.”

Just as you looked down at his lips and back up to his eyes, which seemed to be following a similar pattern on your own face, just when you thought this might be it and you were about to do something you really shouldn’t (but really wanted to), you heard the door open behind you and you spun around so fast you nearly hurt your neck.

“Oh,” the man in the doorway mumbled, apparently surprised to see you enough to nearly drop the papers tucked under his arm.  “I’m teaching the next class in here— Honors History of Islam?”

“Professor Waters, yes, my apologies,” Zemo nodded, “we were just… our discussion ran a bit long, we’ll get out of your way.”

You and Zemo awkwardly gathered your things and made a dash for the door as the older professor took his place at the podium.  Once the two of you were out in the hall, you let out a sigh and gave each other a glance, like you were each waiting for the other to either acknowledge or ignore what had just (almost) happened.

“I have my next class across campus in a half hour,” he remembered suddenly, lifting his arm and pulling back the brown sleeve of his coat to look at his watch.  

“Right, you should… get to that,” you nodded.

“Walk with me?” he proposed, and you hoped your smile wasn’t as beaming as it felt.  

“I’d love to.”

So maybe you ended up skipping your evening class to sit in the back of his History of England course.  And, perhaps, he ended that one early, too, this time to buy you coffee at the student center; and your discussion ended up going on so long that the coffee shop closed and you had to go to his office to finish the conversation.

But, in a certain sense, it could be argued that you never really got a chance to finish that conversation after all… because a few moments after he shut the door to his office, you, for lack of a better term, jumped his bones.

“Fuck,” he mumbled against your lips as you pulled him closer by his jacket, “we can’t do this.”

You nodded, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck.  “Mhm, yeah, you’re right,” you agreed breathlessly.

His hands took their place at your waist as you both stepped back, the back of your legs bumping into his desk which you jumped up slightly to sit on.

“I mean, we really can’t do this,” he continued, kissing your neck instead now while your legs wrapped around his hips, your skirt riding up slightly, your fingers fumbling with the buttons on his collar.  “I want to, overwhelmingly so, but we can’t.”

“I know,” you sighed; your head fell back when his teeth grazed over your pulse, and his hand was right there to catch it and hold it up, gripping the back of your neck.

“This absolutely cannot happen,” he groaned when your legs pulled him closer, something hard and hot pressing up against your thigh through his trousers and you were really hoping it wasn’t just his cell phone.

Then he rocked his hips, just barely, and you felt the outline of the ridge of his head and it was definitely not his phone unless he had the most suggestively-shaped phone case of all time.  You gasped and grabbed his face to kiss him again, shamelessly desperate now, weaving your fingers into the hair just above the back of his neck.

By now you had managed to get a few of his buttons open so when you slid your fingers down from time to time, they ran over his chest and the patch of dark blonde hair there.  Funny enough, you couldn’t remember having any strong opinions on chest hair before this afternoon, but now you felt your walls fluttering around nothing.  

He helped you shed your blazer just before tossing his own coat aside, never breaking the kiss, holding your face gently while he pushed you down to lay on his desk— he reached behind you to clear a few stray papers out of the way first.  

Your back hit the glossy wood and his weight pinned you down, rough hands sliding up your legs and under your skirt as you tried to push your hips up for more friction where you needed him most.

He pushed your hips back down, not too roughly but definitely enough to get your attention, before sliding his hands up your skirt again where he toyed with the hem of your panties.

You wanted to say something, more specifically you wanted to beg him to touch you, but you had this fear that if you spoke now it would all become real and he would stop because, as he had so poignantly noted, this can’t happen.  And both of you knew that… so maybe it would be easier to let it happen if neither of you really acknowledged it.

Luckily, he didn’t tease you too long, reaching under the fabric and swiping the rough pads of his fingers over your slickened folds.  You choked on your gasp, accidentally digging your nails into his shoulders when he drew delicate circles around your clit.  All at once, he suddenly pushed those fingers right inside you and your back arched; you needed so much more than just his fingers but the way they twisted and curled against your walls was nearly perfect as well.  

They didn’t stay long, quickly pulling back as you watched him quickly open his trousers just before you felt the head of him pushing up to your entrance.

His eyes met yours, dark with need, yet somehow clearly asking you for permission, making sure this was what you wanted: and fuck, you wanted it more than anything.  The moment that you nodded, he began to push forward— slow and deliberate, but unyielding.  

Perhaps as a perfect healthy college student in a male-dominated major, you had no real excuse for it to have been so long since you’d had sex.  As you liked to put it: dating as a woman in computer science means the odds are good but the goods are odd.  Truth be told, you weren’t sure at this point if having had sex any time in the past year would’ve prepared you for him anyway.  It felt like he was forging a new path inside you— certainly a wider one than anyone else ever had since he was so thick.  

With his hips fully seated against yours, the tip of his cock just reached the end of you, just barely brushed over those sensitive spots you didn’t even know you had before.

It stung a bit to be filled this thoroughly, so it was no wonder you were biting down on your lip hard enough to bruise it, your fingers clutching at his shirt tightly.

“Am I hurting you?” he whispered, finally breaking the silence, voice strained like he was struggling just as much as you were (though in an entirely different way).

“A little,” you admitted.  “Please don’t stop.”

He groaned a few curses as he started to move back, and forth, and so slow you could hardly stand it.  

“Fuck,” you breathed, “oh my god, harder, please…”

A little smile crossed his face, a sharp exhale almost like a laugh, and it made your cheeks burn even hotter than they already were.  But, he obeyed, regardless, more aggressive in his movements yet not any faster as he held your hips to keep you from sliding across the desk’s glossy wood surface.

Your moans were starting to echo around the office’s beige walls at this point, and he snarled as he bit down on your neck.  “You need to stay quiet,” he hissed in your ear.  “Can you do that for me?  Can you stay quiet even when I’m making you feel so good?”

“I-I’m trying,” you whimpered, “your cock is… so deep…”

“Oh, I know,” he cooed, voice heavy with faux pity, “poor thing, you can’t take it?”

“No!” you yelped.  “I can take it!  Please, please don’t stop.”

“I won’t have to if you stay quiet, darling, we can’t have somebody hearing you now can we?” he chuckled, licking and sucking at your pulse point as your eyes rolled back in your head.  “We can’t have somebody hearing you cry for me, and coming in here, and seeing you laying on my desk getting fucked by your professor, right?”

What the hell was wrong with you that that idea actually turned you on?  Why did it actually make you want to moan louder until everyone could hear you?

And when his cock speared right against that spongy spot inside you, you did exactly that and he had to suddenly clamp his hand down over your mouth.

“Fuck,” he growled, “you’re going to get us both in trouble.”

Your attempts at apologies were totally incomprehensible with his hand over your mouth, not that they were likely to have made much sense either way.

Blinking your eyes shut, your legs began to quiver slightly as he rutted into you, your toes curling inside your loafers.  You felt so full you could hardly stand it, stretched so wide that you were forced to feel every detail of his cock as it filled you.  Already your walls were bearing down on him; you couldn’t help it, it was like your body was just his instrument now and instinct had taken control of your movements.  

His accent was definitely stronger now as he whispered in your ear, praising you gruffly.  You knew from the beginning that you loved high marks and encouragement from your teachers, but this… this was different, and you hadn't known how much it would affect you.

"Good girl," he breathed, "you're taking me so well, draga, you feel so perfect around me."

You whined from behind his hand and he chuckled at your obvious neediness.

"You like making me feel good, darling?" he presumed, his smile pressing against your neck between nipping kisses to your pulse point.  "You like knowing that I can barely take this tight cunt gripping me so well, that I'm already addicted to your precious body and want to fill it with my seed?"

With your eyes rolling back in your head you nodded feverishly, heavy in your state of total delirium as he pumped his cock deep into you over and over.

You reached up to try to pull his hand away from your mouth, and he met your gaze with fire in his eyes.

“If I take my hand away, will you be good?” he challenged, and you nodded feverishly.  He was a bit hesitant but slowly moved his hand down, and though you did have to keep biting your lip, you managed to restrain yourself.

Every drag of the ridge of his head inside you was somehow more intense than the last, somehow hitting right at your spot and it was like each rough thrust knocked his name out of your mind and onto your lips until you were chanting it like a prayer, or a plea.

And each time you said it, he fucked you harder, snarling and whispering your name back to you a few times, in between little praises; "Beautiful," he mumbled, "such a sweet little girl… such a perfect cunt."

“I— fuck, I’m gonna—” you stammered your warning.  

“Will you come for me?” he finished for you, and you nodded quickly.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” you hissed.

It was obvious just by the build-up that you were going to come hard, pleasure tightening in your core until you were sure that it would spill over but it just kept going, making you wonder if it would ever reach the breaking point.

And oh boy did it, it slammed into you in fact, and your legs quivered as you struggled for air.  He growled in your ear, fucking you harder through it all, stroking every place that had only become even more sensitive.  The moment you could form words again, you were wasting the ability on a string of swears and promises you couldn’t keep.

“Yours, fuck, it’s yours,” you sobbed.  He chuckled a little, pulling back to examine your face which must have given away how fucked-out and cockdrunk you were already.

“Say it again,” he demanded darkly, holding you tighter, fucking you a bit more deliberately though not any less aggressively.

“Yours,” you gasped, cut off by a rough and dominating kiss.  Your moans were lost to his tongue but he didn’t need them to know you were coming, the way your body gripped him tighter than ever was sign enough.

“So good,” he whispered against your lips, “you’re doing so good for me…”

His words washed over your skin and soothed you like a salve, bringing some relief from the overwhelming feelings his body was assaulting yours with.

All things considered, he was still moving rather slowly, each of his thrusts measured and patient, and never really changing speed even as you were coming around him.  Weak little cries fell from your throat each time his hips met yours and the tip of his cock kissed the deepest parts of you.

Your body went limp in his arms and you hadn't noticed before how good it felt for him to hold you, for his strong hands to support you like it was nothing.  His thumb gently stroked your back through your shirt and you mewled weakly into his shoulder.

"So good, draga, so fucking good," he mumbled, holding you closer.

"Please… faster," you whimpered, "I want you to come."

"Is that what you want?" he taunted, ignoring the way you nodded immediately.  "You want to make me come, darling?"

"Yes, please, want it so much," you gasped.

He finally sped up, though it was still nothing like the lightning-speed jackhammering you were used to from guys your age: it was better, certainly, especially when he lifted your leg onto his shoulder and pushed so deep you saw stars.

The second one seemed to hit you all at once, almost out of nowhere, and you heard yourself mumble, “Professor, I’m coming.”  It sounded a bit pitiful, the way you said it, but he apparently didn’t mind as you felt him nod encouragingly in the crook of your neck.

You felt totally drained by now, exhausted even though all you’d been doing was lying there and taking it, but you knew he wasn’t done with you yet.  But, if the way his thrusts were becoming more desperate and erratic were anything to go by, he might be done with you soon.

"I'm going to come inside you," he groaned against your ear.  You were, like, 99.9% sure that if you told him not to, he would pull out, but the way that he phrased it, like a demand, like you didn't have a choice and he would do it either way… it had an effect on you, one he noticed when your channel tightened around him instantly.  "Oh, you like that idea, hm?  You want to be full of my come?  Your sweet little cunt is already trying to milk every drop from me."

"Yes," you breathed, "fuck, I want your come in me, please!"

He sped up quite a bit then, each slam of his hips into yours making you choke on a whine, your arms weakly clinging onto him for dear life.

You could feel his cock swelling, flexing, pushing your body to its limits as he moaned lowly through his teeth, streams of come making you feel warm and full.

He didn't stop until every drop was in you, thrusting in time with each pump of his release until he slowed to a stop.

Strands of hair fell into his face as he hung his head, panting hard and fast.  You melted back onto the desk, realizing this might be the first time in a solid half hour your back wasn’t arched.

It was a bit of a struggle to keep your eyes open against the heavy fog of afterglow that filled your mind; you couldn’t remember the last time you felt so… satiated.  As a college student, you were always thinking about the next assignment, mentally re-evaluating your calendar, or preparing for something— and usually all on less than six hours of sleep.

But now your mind was as close to a blank slate as it had been in at least a decade.  Even though you probably should’ve been, you weren’t even thinking about the potential consequences of this, the implications, the risks.  No, you were just staring up at him, thinking about kissing him again.

He would have to lean down for that, though; there was no way you were going to sit up now.

You hadn't even noticed that you had closed your eyes, almost falling asleep right there on his desk, until you felt his hand cradle your face softly, a calloused thumb rubbing over your cheek.

In unison, the both of you sighed deeply.

As much as it felt like a real effort, you blinked open your eyes and looked up at him, watching him comb his fingers through his hair.  It only messed up the style even further yet he looked better than ever.

He slowly moved his hips back, leaving you annoyingly empty, and readjusted himself until he almost looked put together again… but his collar was still uneven and his lips still looked bitten and there was still that precious pinkish hue on his cheeks.  If anyone else saw him in this state, they’d either know what happened between you two or think he’d just run across campus or something.

If anyone else saw him in this state, you’d be a little jealous, to be totally honest.

You got back to work trying to right your appearance as well, though you knew the best you could hope for was only mildly presentable; he looked at you like you’d never looked better, though.

“Well, this was fun,” you chuckled breathlessly, “but it’s getting pretty late and I have an eight a.m. tomorrow…”

“Yeah, so do I,” he nodded, glancing away.  

You picked up your bag from where you’d dropped it by the door, lifting the strap over your shoulder and starting to turn to leave.

"I… I should walk you back to your dorm," he announced, making you smile.

"That's sweet, but save your chivalry.  I can take care of myself just fine."

"But—"

"I think it's safer if we're not seen together walking together by my dorm," you interjected, "especially when I'm walking a little funny…"

"I hope I didn't hurt you," he winced sympathetically.

"No, trust me, that was… exactly what I needed," you breathed.  He smiled a little, looking down at the floor.

"Then I'll see you in class," he nodded, watching you closely as you stepped back and picked up your bag, starting to leave his office with one last small wave goodbye.  “Wait, wait!” he whispered harshly just before you could let go of his door, and you giggled as he leaned out into the hall and glanced around to make sure no one was nearby.  

When he confirmed the coast was clear, he smiled and grabbed your face with one hand, pulling you into a sudden kiss.  And you smiled too— you couldn’t help it— as you kissed him back, almost ready for him to drag you back into that office and start this all over again.  He did let you go, though, with one more whispered ‘goodnight’ and a look that made your heart do little somersaults.

As you finally did make your way back to your dorm, you tried to figure out if that was a goodbye kiss or a ‘see you soon’ kiss.  Or maybe a ‘thanks for the one-time office quickie’ kiss?  But you didn’t know enough about this sort of thing to know if that was even an option.

All you did know was that you really hoped it wasn’t the last kiss you’d have with him.

Can I speak to you in my office today after class?  Thank you.

-Z

You may ask yourself: can one simple email, in only thirteen words, strike fear into the hearts of those who read it?  And the answer is yes, assuming that email is from Professor Helmut Zemo and read by the lovestruck student who slept with him two days ago and hasn't stopped thinking about it since.

Only one of a few things could happen in his office after class, and there was a massive gap between the best and worst case scenarios.  You dressed for the best but prepared yourself psychologically for the worst.

You caught him staring as you walked past the teaching podium to your seat in the front; you just hoped nobody else caught him.  And if you'd thought paying attention in class was tough before, boy oh boy was it a challenge now.  The nerves of what he wanted to discuss with you were bad enough alone, but that combined with memories from two days earlier randomly assaulting your psyche was just overwhelming.

When he pointed at the map with two fingers, you could remember exactly how those fingers had felt inside you, twisting and curling and getting you ready for his cock.

When he spoke, you could hear the difference in his voice compared to how he groaned out his praises while he was fucking you within a damn inch of your life.

And every once in a while, when he couldn’t help but glance at you for a moment, his gaze burned right through you; you were helpless to those brown eyes, completely paralyzed by them, and it must’ve been hours of that before class finally ended.

For the first time, you were the first person out the door when he released the class.  As much as it was going to be a little bit weird to beat him to his office, it was certainly better than any of your other options.  There was a chair in the hall beside the door, and you took a seat and pretended to read a book just to look busy (there was no way you could actually turn symbols on a page into readable language right now, not when you knew he’d be here any minute to talk about… something).

Your peripheral caught him coming down the hall, but you pretended to be deeply immersed in your book until he was right beside you, unlocking his door and opening it for you and himself.  Tucking your book away and following him inside, you found him already staring at you, expression completely unreadable.  Your gut sank in anticipation of whatever conversation this was going to become, and a moment passed in heavy silence.

"Hi," you greeted plainly, letting out a quick breath.

"Hi," he returned.  "Close the door behind you."

You nodded and did as you were told, quietly pushing the wood back until the door latched before approaching where he had come to stand beside his desk.  Though you didn't originally intend to, you found yourself standing a bit too close.

"I'm not quite sure where to start," he admitted, chuckling breathlessly as he reached up to rub the back of his neck.  He looked cute flustered, which was a shame because his tone seemed to imply you needed to not be thinking about how cute he was.  “Listen, you should know that what happened before… it was a mistake,” he sighed.  “It can’t happen again.”

“Do you regret it?” you asked point-blank.

“It can’t happen again,” he repeated in lieu of a real answer, and you looked closely at his face; you didn’t find as much confidence there as you were looking for, it wasn’t the face of a man who knew he was making the right choice.  You certainly didn’t think he was making the right choice.

“Why did you want to have this conversation alone in your office, then?” you challenged.

He cleared his throat slightly.  “So no one would hear us.”

“Hear us talk?” you pressed.  “Is that all?”

“That’s… definitely the plan,” he nodded, swallowing dryly.  "Like I said, it was a mistake— my fault, not yours.  And I just hope we can put it behind us respectfully."

“All the best mistakes are made at least twice,” you whispered, reaching up to trail your finger down his lapel.  “Don’t you think?”

“Don’t do that,” he requested tensely.

"Do what?"

"That," he hissed.  "Stop being… irresistible," he clarified, eyes darting from your lips to your finger to your eyes and back again.  "A man can only take so much.  I'm trying to do right by you."

"You already did when you fucked me that good," you smirked.  "Nothing else could be as right as that."

Your fingers were just barely brushing over his belt when he grabbed you by the wrist.  Jaw tight and eyes solemn, he shook his head.

You wrenched out of his grasp with a nod.  It was worth a shot, but you didn't want to be that person who couldn't take no for an answer— so, you gave him a little smile and readjusted the strap of your bag.  “Well, if it was just the once, then you should know that I’m still glad it happened.  Even if it shouldn’t have.”

He nodded, strategically not speaking— but you knew he would agree, if he could.

“And if it’s any consolation to you now, you were the best I ever had.”

You reached for the doorknob, just starting to turn it and open your way out when he suddenly slammed it shut with a hand right above your head, making you gasp and spin around to look up at his dark gaze.

“Professor…” you whispered.

“The best you ever had?” he repeated, grinning proudly when you nodded.  “Oh, sweetheart, I wasn’t even trying.”  He leaned down to brush his lips against your ear as he whispered to you: “You don’t even know yet how good I can make you feel.”

A shiver ran up your spine; your tongue darted out to lick your lips.  “Are you going to get on with it and show me?”

He didn’t even let you step away from the door, dropping to his knees right there and pushing up your skirt to kiss and bite your thighs.  “Only if you ask very nicely,” he taunted with a brow raised in challenge.

“Please,” you breathed, “fuck, please, want you to taste me.”

His hands slid up your legs, grabbing the hem of your panties before sliding back down.

It wasn’t like you’d never been eaten out before, but this still felt like a first considering your skirt was pushed up to your waist, your panties were pulled down to your ankles, and even just one slow lick over your folds made it obvious he knew exactly what he was doing.

“F-fuck,” you choked, reaching down to weave your fingers into his hair.  He grinned against your skin and kept going, exploring you carefully before finally sucking on your swollen clit.  Your knees threatened to buckle, your head fell back against the door so hard it almost hurt, but all you could really feel was his mouth on you, moving like he knew your body better than you did.

So it was no wonder, then, that you already began to spiral towards your release, legs shaking around his head as he devoured you mercilessly.

"Oh my god, I—" you tried to warn him, but he already knew, and he pulled back to wipe his mouth with his sleeve and stand up.  He grabbed your jaw and kissed you roughly, stopping to whisper to you so close that his lips brushed against yours.

"I'm sorry, draga, but you've spoiled me… now that I've felt you come around my cock, I can't imagine making you come any other way.  I need to feel your cunt grip me so fucking tight… it's all I've been thinking about since I last saw you," he admitted.

"I thought about it, too," you sighed.  "I was up all night trying to make myself come as good as you did but I couldn't… your come was still leaking out of me."

He growled and leaned in to nip at your ear.  "Oh, poor thing… I can imagine it so easily, you laying in your bed with your legs spread, fingers getting exhausted from playing with your little pussy too much, these perfect lips whining for me because you need me to take care of you."

"H-Helmut, please," you whimpered.  

"Yeah, something like that," he smirked.

"I can't wait any more, just fuck me.  Need you inside me," you breathed.

"Then bend over my desk."

{part 2}

[onecantsimply]

You have summoned a Jack The Ripper simp 👀 Since this is your first time writing him, I'll request something simple. Like relationship hc? If that's okay with you 👍🏻

Should be fine with me-

I hate typing on my phone-

Oh and one thing- I sometimes don’t take things seriously so I crack jokes in headcanons- So-

This has not been reviewed so if there’s any mistakes don’t be afraid to tell me-

Anyways enjoy-

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• Well, as all the usual head canons you see with him in Record of Ragnarok, I do happen to think he’d be a rather sweet, gentle, and patient guy with you.

- It does take a lot to get his trust. Especially when it comes to just being in his vicinity often.

- So good points for being able to get his trust.

- Good lad-

• But aside from just that, Jack happens to keep your small details in mind, always having a small emotion of amazement when he looks upon your colors.

- Seeing them switch up every so often if you two are outside doing something, or if you two are just inside, doing your own thing, it happens to amuse Jack. Not only that, but it seems to get him rather comforted.

- He loves seeing the gentle flickers of your colors while he could be reading something or drinking tea.

• At morning, Jack’s definitely the first to wake up unless you somehow pull an all nighter-

- And when he does happen to wake up first, he just happens to stare at your color for a bit. Sometimes the emotions in your dreams really are interesting to him.

- Anyway, at morning, Jack likes to cook breakfast up for the both of you. As in a “gentleman’s taste,” he just likes to cook for you. Especially if you wake up in a rough mood and he already has something for you.

• There are certain daily routines that could go through- Not things that were forced into your lives, but things that you two happen to enjoy doing within your time.

- If you’re not working at a certain time, Jack could perhaps cook something up for you or serve you some tea.

- If you’re just resting at a certain point, Jack would love to cuddle you-

- He kind of yearns for it. Give this man the love he deserves-

• When it comes to going out, Jack is rather protective of you. He knows how things are out there due to certain… activities- And even if it isn’t dark out by the time, Jack is still around you.

- He doesn’t happen to trust things outside the house. Especially when it comes to you. There are dangerous things out there, you know-?

• At noon, there may be a gentle tune floating through the house as Jack has lunch all cooked up.

- He may just put up your favorite song if he has it-

- Oh, and tea- More tea- More Darjeeling because this man cannot get enough of it-

- Honestly it’s good though wouldn’t blame him-

• At night, is where things can start to get interesting-

- When you’re all done with Dinner and all, at certain nights, Jack may stay home and stay in bed with you.

- He appreciates you being hugged up to his chest, but sometimes he likes it being the opposite way around.

- But both gives him the comfort he needs. As long as he knows you’re there, he’s comfortable.

• While we’re on the subject of night, did you know your man butchers the shit out of women in alleyways-

- He didn’t expect you to find out this way. He wanted to tell you on his own when he knew it would reach a certain point, but… he supposed that wouldn’t come as expected.

- So he’s kind of frozen, about to watch his world crumble before him. He can quite literally feel something in him shatter into pieces the moment he sees your colors. Instead of the comfort it had brung him, it had gave him desperation instead.

- But before he could utter a word, you already have him in your arms, not minding the gutted woman beside you.

• And it is in that moment where Jack completely tenses down in your arms and quickly clings to you, a firm promise forming in his mind once he sees your color of acceptance.

- That scent of yours once again enters his senses, and he couldn’t help but feel… utterly relieved. Completely glad that you had accepted him for who he was.

- Even if Jack knows he still has to be careful, he can’t but stay in your warm hug while faintly tearing up.

[cherry-flavoured-thot]

mammon works an overnight hcs

a/n - just a random concept that started to rattle around in my lil pea brain, mammon deserves love and support and that’s what this is.

So yeah concept, Mammon works an overnight shift for the first time and his brothers are being supportive (with a lil sprinkle of support from mc :D)

Lucifer is surprised to hear Mammon is going to be working overnight, especially considering his younger brother normally uses that time to get into all sorts of mischief. Lucifer finds himself waiting by his D.D.D all night, sending Mammon texts periodically through the night to make sure he’s doing okay. 

Levi advises Mammon on the best energy drinks for pulling all-nighters and which ones to stay away from unless he wants to vibrate for the next three days. Levi also shoots Mammon a text after finishing a late night gaming session to see how his work is going. 

Asmo and Satan somehow end up at Mammon’s work at like 4 in the morning because there was coincidentally a party in that area, weird right? And they also coincidentally have brought some snacks and water with them. Asmo is telling Mammon to drink the water so his skin doesn’t suffer. While Satan is all like I read in book somewhere that these snacks help will give you energy. (Which means Satan purposely picked them out for Mammon-)

Also if Mammon has a modelling job the next day, Asmo has an emergency kit waiting at home to make sure Mammon’s skin doesn’t breakout and stays hydrated. 

Beel packed Mammon a little lunchbox to take with him to work so he doesn’t get hungry on the job. He worked so hard on it and to not eat it (there’s also a little not in there that says ‘good luck’), he also makes sure that he leaves enough food for Mammon when he gets back for breakfast in the morning. 

When Mammon gets to breakfast the next morning he’s surprised that not only is there breakfast waiting for him, but a spot next mc as well. And when mc asks him how work went, and all of his brothers stop talking to listen he completely forgets how tired he is from work. 

Belphie uses an opportunity when Lucifer is out of earshot to tell Mammon about some of his secret napping spots at RAD if he gets too tired. Which Belphie may or may not have made sure each spot had a pillow in case Mammon did decide to use them. Although even if Lucifer did spot Mammon sleeping he pretends he doesn’t, sending a text to mc to make sure they come wake up Mammon at the end of the day. 

Mammon finds himself asking mc if they put his brothers up to this and when they shake their head, replying with: “no they’re just proud of you.” He suddenly feels very choked up, and he almost cracks when they add: “I am too.” He feels very appreciated.  

[sabaramonds]

the thing about mikoto of milgram fame is that hes like. okay. so theres a lot that cant be said about him yet because his 2nd trial hasnt released and wont be for quite a while and his music video and interrogation only tell us so much. but what they DO tell us is um. enough to say some things if he answered his interrogation questions honestly, we know he has a younger sister he brags about, his parents are divorced and his father isnt involved in their lives. in regards to his mother, he says that “she raised me. i cant let her worry.” he downplays his own interests/hobbies a lot. he said he played baseball in high school but that he wasnt good at it; he went to an art school but did so in order to go into business (though design was related to his chosen company) and says that he likes drawing but, again, isnt good at it. he says he hates working late nights but we see him pulling an all nighter at work in ‘undercover’. when asked why hes working his current job, he says he worked incredibly hard to even get hired, so its something to be proud of. finally, when asked if he ever gets angry, he says he doesnt. he says, “i dont think ive ever gotten angry before. isnt it disgraceful to get angry?” theres also the following milgram portal conversation (src):

Yuno: Hey, Mikoto-san. Don’t you get tired being so conscious of others all the time? I mean, you’re free to do what you want though.

Mikoto: Eh…… Aha, what are you talking about? I’m not being conscious or anything. It’s normal to make sure to get along with everyone, right?

I mean, when you put it like that, aren’t you the same, Yun-chan? You’re always smiling and getting on with everyone too.

Yuno: I don’t smile unless I actually want to. But with you, when you’re talking with other people it’s more like you only smile deliberately. So I kept thinking, don’t your cheeks get tired?

Ah, is this just what happens when you become a working adult? ……you see people like that sometimes.

Mikoto: Haha, you don’t mince your words do you.

…….that was never my intention, but now that you mention it, yeah, I guess I do. This might’ve been since I started my job too…… But like, if I was rude to everyone I met, all my efforts would come to nothing, right?

all these little things add up to paint a picture of a stressed and deeply repressed guy working a job he doesnt actually like (but he has to have a successful job he can brag about or his mother will worry) he thinks little of his own interests and hobbies and socializes more out of obligation than out of genuine desire. all of this culminates to um...his present situation... basically what i want to say is that i think its fine. also i think he killed someone and immediately repressed it but that incident is entirely unrelated to his anime brand DID and his alter. who aside from trying to whale on es that one time has only ever really showed up to be like “can you shut the fuck up. and get away from me. im trying to be normal over here and you are RUINING my life” or to pace around in mikotos cell in the middle of the night like a creature. i think mikoto 2 was entirely unrelated to mikotos repression stress induced rage murder but they might have cleaned up after him idk. we will see. mikoto wants to be a normal guy having a normal time and not worrying his family at all ever and never experiencing anything like anger or frustration at all EVER EVER!! because he has to set a good example for his sister and be the perfect son for his mom so she can relax. and he doesnt think he can do the things he enjoys for the sake of doing them. so what im saying is if he killed someone who cares. whatever. also we should all mass vote him forgiven/innocent just to spite kotoko after last nights birthday timeline post. AND because it would be funny as hell and the fandom flopped HARD voting haruka guilty/unforgiven. like god forbid girls have a little fun 🙄 btw its my firm belief that the tarot set we see in his mv (and i could talk a lot about the rest of the imagery used in that video but its almost 2am and ive rambled long enough) was designed by him during college. really funny to think about it like that. he does have one of the card designs (the. hangman, actually. i think) visible on a canvas in his apartment, partially obscured behind his couch at one point. so. lol

[atikal]

Azul has been rotting my brain so here are some headcanons I have when it comes to his appearance

TW for talks of eating disorders

Azul, being obsessed with maintaining a very particular weight range, especially since getting a human form.

The twins one time kinda teased him about gaining weight and Azul went straight to crises mode. Counting calories, diets, constantly weighing himself. After that the twins made a silent agreement that they could tease/make fun of anything and everything about Azul, accept his weight.

They’re still free to comment how cute and chubby he was as a child (behind closed doors), but anything about his current appearance is off limits. Does Azul hate it when they bring up the topic of him as a child? Yes, but he mainly just gets annoyed and tells them to shut up.

(as much as the twins love to tease and torture him, they do love and respect him and don’t want to see him suffer)(not that they would ever say any of this)

Azul did mention that they were under a NDA from telling people about his past self, but I imagine it was a normal contract, not one of Azul’s special ones.

(I really can’t imagine Azul trying to get them into one of his special contracts with him unless him having their powers had a time limit. It’s not like he can’t ask them to use them on whoever he chooses. It truly would have to be a mutual beneficial thing for both parties for them to have a contract. Also, the twins aren’t stupid enough to sign one of Azul’s contracts and Azul isn’t stupid enough to think they would)

Wears makeup to hide and blemishes on his skin. Often can be found to have eye bags after especially exhausting weeks, but covers them up so they don’t show. That time when he analyzing 100 years worth of test questions at NRC to write all those study guides? You bet your ass he had the deepest eye bags after pulling multiple all nighters.

Also it made him break out which just added to his stress. 

With how much he obsesses about his appearance and the amount of time he spends looking at himself in the mirror, you could mistake him as a narcissist.

[whale-minmin]

Can I request mafia!monsta x reacting to finding out someone poisoned or spiked your drink?

Mafia!Monsta X reaction to someone poisoning your drink

Genre : mafia?

tw : strong language, toxic relationships kinda?, mafia, murder, poisoning, violence, do not read if sensitive/uncomfortable with such themes!

Shownu :

· He would be so mad. The calmest, most organized person in the mafia would be the one to lose his mind, interrogating every single person that could possibly poison you

· Thankfully, you didn't drink much of the drink, the poison only making you extremely weak

· Hyunwoo would put tens of his best guards around your room, leaving the mafia barely guarded from enemies. You're his top priority

· "Don't you worry, love. You're safe here, okay? I'm going to find the person who did this. Rest, now. I love you so much.."

Wonho :

· He would go absolutely insane. How dare someone try to poison his sweet kitten?

· One fact is known for sure – he'll make sure the person who did it will pay the highest price

· Eliminating all the people who were around you that day, he'll make his best, most trusted guards watch over you 24/7

· "Stop making a fuss – they're only keeping you safe. Do you want to be dead? No? Then stop complaining. I assure you, it’s only for your well being, kitten"

Minhyuk :

· He’ll go absolutely crazy, pulling all-nighters just to find out who was the idiot that wanted to hurt you, his stunning angel

· He won’t rest for even a second until he finally finds out who dared to poison your drink. He’ll make sure that you’re not even in the slightest danger, and even then, he’ll still be keeping his eye on you

· And now, the only person that can be around you is him - no one other can come close to you unless there’s an important emergency

· “Love, no one was suspicious around you, right? Good. Remember, report everything to me if there’s someone odd. I’m worrying so much..

Kihyun :

· He'd interrogate every single person that was around you or your drink, first making sure of your safety

· He can't trust anyone, not even his trusted friends. To him, everyone is a suspect

· And when he finally finds the fucker who almost killed you, he'll make sure they'll be suffering for a long time

· "I won't let anyone else hurt you, darling. You're safe with me – but you still should be more careful."

Hyungwon :

· Who could have wanted to cause pain to his loved one, and why? Could there be a secret agent in his mafia?

· He'll feel horrible, seeing you so weak after consuming the poison – one thing is for sure, the culprit will pay for your pain

· He'll stay with you until you fully recover, banning everyone else from seeing you

· "How could I have been so careless..? Gosh. I'm so sorry, love.."

Jooheon :

· He'll be mad at himself for not doing enough to protect you. He should've known this would have happened sooner or later

· It's his job to keep you safe, yet there you are – dangerously sick from the consumed poison

· He'll be entirely blaming himself for it, searching through the entire mafia day and night to find the one that poisoned you

· And once he finds the culprit, better believe that he won't show a single sign of mercy. He'll make sure that the bitch who hurt you will suffer

· "It's okay, love. From now on, I swear to God that I'll protect you with my life."

I.M :

· After the news of you getting poisoned spread through the mafia, everyone feared – Im Changkyun would do everything to find out who hurt you, the love of his life

· Even if he were to wipe out half of his mafia to find the culprit, he'd be more than eager to. For you, he'll do everything

· And God have mercy when he finally finds them – because the mafia boss will not be holding himself back even one bit

· "Darling, you should've been more careful – you're too naive for this world. You can't trust anyone, even yourself"

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Thank you for requesting! <3 I hope you liked it <3

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[myc-ology-whore]

The Morning After

(Magic) Myc x GN!Reader

Content: Mentions of sex, but no explicit NSFW; non-committal reader finds themselves in Myc's bed after a night together, fluff ensues

Kinda short, but I'm just finishing this up after an all-nighter at 6am so... considering that, I think it turned out okay :)

Edit: Somewhat inspired by this post, thanks @cognitozclownz

You wake up entangled in several warm, squishy somethings. It takes a moment before you fully gain consciousness and realize that you passed out in Myc's bed last night after you'd gotten laid. This wasn't the first time the two of you had slept together, but usually you'd get up and shower afterward before heading back home. Myc complained a little the first time, but it had become a routine very quickly. You didn't want anything more from him than a friends-with-benefits sort of deal; not only was he kind of an asshole, but you always did terrible in relationships. They usually ended painfully, and you didn't want to risk losing Myc as a friend or have to deal with getting yourself hurt. He seemed to understand that, and so the two of you had been sleeping together for a couple months now, just relieving stress together.

Last night he was rougher than usual, however, and by the end of your tryst you could barely move due to exhaustion. You vaguely remembered him getting up and getting you a Gatorade and a heating pad before your eyes fell shut. That was sweet of him, you thought idly, glancing over at the nightstand to see the half-empty sports drink.

You felt his muscles tense and twitch against you, seconds later finding yourself pulled closer against him. As someone who made a conscious effort not to get attached to people, you were used to carefully scooting out of bed before a partner woke up, not wanting to have to say goodbye. You could see now, unfortunately, that wasn't going to be an option; you were ensnared by all six of the mushroom's surprisingly strong limbs, and you knew they wouldn't budge unless you woke him up.

Sighing quietly, you resigned yourself to the fate of having a conversation first thing in the morning and twisted yourself around in Myc's hold. He grumbled and loosened his grip a little, but once you were facing him he tightened his grasp once more. You couldn't help but stare at his sleeping form; you'd never seen him so peaceful, since you always left before he went to bed. And the silence, god, that was unheard of with him. His orb was dim, but you saw strange little flashes here and there that made you wonder if he was dreaming. His gills opened ever so slightly as he breathed, something that should've been obvious but that you never took the time to notice. As strange as he was, Myc really was a beautiful creature when you took the time to look at him.

Without realizing it, your hand had come to find its way to his orb, feeling the odd, slick texture of it that somehow never made your hands wet. Another flash went through the orb, and slowly but surely it began to glow a little brighter. Another tired groan and some mumbling came from the orb, lighting it up baby pink, and within the next minute a heavy, tired sigh blew out of Myc's gills.

It seemed to take him a moment to register the situation, and you couldn't blame him. You knew Myc wasn't big on mushy stuff or commitment either, so to be waking up next to someone in the morning must be relatively uncommon for him, too. You continued stroking the side of his orb, noting how his limbs went almost rigid around you. When he didn't speak, you almost thought he'd gone back to sleep, but the tenseness of his body told you otherwise.

"Morning," you said awkwardly, letting your hand fall to the pillow in between the two of you. Almost automatically, a single tentacle let go of your waist and instead wormed its way up to lay on top of your hand.

"Hey," he replied, in a voice so soft you almost didn't recognize it. It immediately made your heart skip a beat; why did he sound like that? Was he just tired? Another limb came to rub up and down your shoulder fondly, and you felt the fluttering of butterflies in your stomach. It had been a while since someone had touched you as gently as that.

"Sorry," you said suddenly, not knowing why you said it. "For falling asleep here last night, I mean."

"You don't gotta be sorry for that," Myc said incredulously, recoiling ever so slightly. "I told you before that you could stay as long as you want."

"Right, yeah, but..." You paused, shifting uncomfortably in his grasp. "Yeah, you're right. Sorry."

"Stop apologizing," he commanded, and you fell silent, looking down as his tentacle firmly grasped your hand. There was a slight lull in the softness of the moment, but somehow you found yourself feeling a little less embarrassed the longer Myc held you. You got the feeling he was doing the same thing you'd been doing, studying your features as he slowly rubbed up and down your arm, and you felt a little shy. "You don't have to clam up around me, you know."

You huffed a laugh, knowing he could see right through you. "I'm not used to this," you said, sliding your thumb up and down the tentacle in your hand. "You know, the whole..."

"Yeah, whatever this is," he finished, sighing again. "The mushy crap."

"I can go, if you want," you offer, already knowing by the way he squeezed your hand what his answer would be.

"No, stay," he said, sounding slightly petulant. You snickered and smiled up at him, and the limb that had been on your arm before came up to touch your cheek. It stayed there for a few seconds before he mumbled, "You're gorgeous like this."

You felt your face heat up under his touch, and you knew this was going somewhere you weren't sure how to handle. Not knowing what else to say, you reply, "You're just saying that."

"Yeah, I am just saying that," he snarked, "and I'm just meaning it, too. Just take the compliment, you know I don't give 'em out very often."

You laughed shyly, looking back down at your hands. "Well, thanks," you say, letting yourself relax a little. You decided then that whatever happened in the next few moments happened, and that you'd have no regrets. Without allowing yourself to think on the consequences, you blurted, "I like you."

Myc remained silent, though he didn't seem tense. His tentacle remained coiled around your hand, another still resting on your cheek. You realized the latter was glowing a pretty pink, meaning he was sifting through your thoughts, but you allowed it just this once. You trusted him more than enough as a friend, and you felt safe in his arms even now, naked and vulnerable, knowing that if he wanted he could see you for everything you ever were or had been as he looked through your mind.

The glow of his tentacle faded; you wondered if he had found what he was looking for. "I did," he said, confirming your silent question. "Wanted to see if you really meant that."

"You don't trust me?"

"I don't trust human brains," he replied. "I've been around long enough to know that even when people think they mean something, their subconscious can be saying something different. Not your fault, just how humans work."

You glared at him for a moment, but decided to let it slide. "And what did my subconscious say?"

He tilted himself forward, pulling you closer until his orb rested gently against your forehead. "A lot of stuff," he mumbled, poking at your cheek. "You think too much."

You scoffed. "Yeah, tell me about it."

You knew that if he could smile, he would. "Well, I regret to inform you that you're right," he teased. "You do like me."

"And what do you think about that?" You held onto his limb tightly, hoping you hadn't ruined anything.

"I once again regret to inform you that I might feel the same," he said, resuming his soft touches on your arm. Your face lit up, and you couldn't help a giddy giggle.

"You mean it?"

He hugged you closer. "Yeah," he confirmed, petting your hair. "Now can we go back to sleep?"

[scarlettriot]

♡ R A N T ♡ I N C O M I N G ♡

I'm mad as fork that I cannot actually comment back to the person who decided to message me a grevance on one of my fics because they were a minor who apparently doesn't understand the meaning of 'do not interact' BUT I am still mad and would like to address this just in case anyone else shares this persons opinion:

I cannot and will not speak for every fan fic author out there but I will speak for myself. Sure, I've thrown together a couple thousand words in an hour or less before and posted it with not much thought going into it. Guilty. But most of my work, especially my chapter fics, I have put MONTHS (going on a full year now) of work into those fics.

I have pulled all-nighters writing, I have bugged the living hell out of my moots and friends with ideas far more than I probably should (you guys are the best and I love you so damn much). I have written thousands of words to highlight and delete it all because it didn't 'feel right' to me. I have scenes and plots that might never see the light of day because I just can't find a place to include them.

So, whatever work/thought you think I've put in, I assure you, it's actually SO MUCH MORE!

If you do not feel like you can relate to the Reader in my story for whatever reason, never you mind the fact that I overthink far more than I should to make my Readers as inclusive as possible, if you cannot picture yourself in the story and it ruins the experience for you then I invite you to not continue reading. Just move along. I cannot appease absolutely everyone and it's taken me a very long while to accept that. So, please, just click away, block me or the story if you must, I will not be offended. Just do not tell me I was careless and put no thought into someone's feelings.

Thank you and have a lovely day.

((as for what was said, I'll post it below if interested--will contain mild spoilers for my chapter fic, She Lit a Fire))

In this story specifically I made the Reader related to Tamaki. I made them cousins and gave no other physical descriptors of the Reader other than she has pointed ears and some scars on her body due to an accident in her past.

The person who messaged me had an issue because Tamaki is obviously Japanese. I am assuming the person who messaged me is a POC or trying to defend POCs because they said they could not relate to Reader because of the relation to Tamaki since that isn't what they look like and I should've clearly stated in the contents section that was the relation.

*deeply inhales*

I AM WRITING THE STORY & INSERT MYSELF INTO IT ALL THE DAMN TIME & I SURE AS HECK AM NOT JAPANESE EITHER!

Aside from being pale, I don't look like him. Then again, I don't even look like most of my IRL cousins!

I do feel bad that this took them so far out of the story that they couldn't enjoy it though.

As a writer, my most important goal is to create a story that my reader can feel immersed and enjoy the tale that I've created. As a fic writer though, writing mostly Y/N's and Readers, I cannot tailor them to every person's exact specifications. I wish I could. But it isn't possible unless someone wants to start sliding me a whole lotta money.

I just, I care a lot about these fics, like, way more than most people probably realize. This one specifically is just super close to my heart and I know I made Reader have more of a backstory and personality to grant the story more depth thus she has some OC qualities about her, but I still try to keep her appearance as vague as possible as well as provide summaries and warnings before each chapter so people are very aware of what they're getting into.

So, I apologize for the rant, especially since the person who needs to see it won't. I just kinda felt like they came after my child and I needed to defend them.

I'd also like to point out that I did state Reader was related to a canon, established character in the two chapters prior to the one it was reveled in. For the sake of the story though, I did not mention who the character was or the relation.

[ryukatters]

A/N: This is extremely self indulgent. I am y/n. And I want to drop out of school so bad /hj. I’m running on a daily double shot of espresso. Also see this could have been a number of people (I’m looking at you Eren and Armin) but I want Levi rn

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x gn! Reader

Summary: No bc Levi??? Pulling you away from your schoolwork bc you’re so stressed?? Because he cares about you? He’s knows he’s not the best example of self-care but he knows that even the most hardworking people have a breaking point.

Content/warnings: University! AU but are we surprised, fluff, something slightly suggestive at the end. Also this is not proofread LOL

Minors are allowed to read this, but please do not follow me.

“You’ve been here all day. Let’s get you home.”

“Levi? What are you still doing here? I thought your class ended an hour ago.”

“That it did,” he affirms, setting his satchel on the table with a sigh. The library is pretty packed, full of the students who frequent it and those who are hoping to cram during the peak of midterm season.

“You look like shit.”

“Gee, thanks babe. Ever the gentleman, I see,” you deadpan. You turn back to your laptop with a huff, determined to finish the last few minutes of your podcast.

He snorts. “When was the last time you got any sleep?”

You click pause on your lecture once again. It takes you a while to respond, the fatigue obviously beginning to catch up to you and fog your memory.

“I took a nap in the commuter lounge before my biopsych lecture,” you recount, idly taping your pen against the table. “The chairs are actually pretty comfortable. You should try it sometime.”

The raven quirks one eyebrow at you derisively, clearly unimpressed at your billet of choice.

“I meant a proper amount of sleep.”

You fight the urge to roll your eyes. While you appreciate how much your boyfriend cares about you (even if his way of showing it was insulting you), you really needed to finish studying.

Deciding to ignore his question, you turn back to your device, pointedly clicking your mousepad and diving back into your professor’s monotone voice drawling on about God knows what. You hope he gets the message to either stay there and be quiet or to get up and leave. He does neither. Instead, Levi takes the liberty of closing your laptop, and pulling your headphones off and placing them in their respective case. You lack the energy to even fight back. You know better than to yell at him, unless you want the floor’s attention to be on the two of you. You suppose glaring at him would suffice. For now.

“You’re one all nighter away from turning into a zombie,” and as if to prove a point, he cups both sides of your face, slightly calloused thumbs tracing the dark circles that have decided to fix themselves under your eyes. He frowns.

“You’re one to talk about getting sleep,” you snort, not making any effort to escape his touch. In fact, you welcome it. There is something so tender and gentle in it that if it were the past, you would find it hard to believe that it was from the man in front of you. Yet, you can see the hint of fondness and worry that dusts his features as he studies you.

“Funny.”

“Yep,” you chirp.

“Let’s go home. I’ll make you dinner.”

The thought of protesting doesn’t even cross your mind as Levi packs the rest of your items into your backpack and he slings it over his shoulders. He grabs his own belongings before offering a hand out to you. You take it, smiling when he squeezes yours gently. He leads the both of you out the automatic doors and across the courtyard of your university. It’s dark now, your path illuminated by the lamp posts that decorate the pavilion.

“Levi?”

“Hm?”

“You’re the best, you know that?”

“Tch. Please, spare me,” he grumbles.

“You’ll make me my favorite meal, right?”

Silence. You know that’s a yes.

“Can I have dessert too?”

“Now you’re pushing it, brat. But sure, you can get dessert,” he promises, the corner of his lips quirking up. Levi pauses his stroll to bring his face close to yours. There’s a suspicious glint in his eyes for a fleeting moment, but before you can even question it, it’s gone.

“You can have dessert,” he reiterates, his breath tickling your lips. “As long as I get to have you afterwards.”

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